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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 38- Seeing Stars (18+)
“You are so tight.” He comments as he inserts the third finger into my vagina. Well, it's not my fault that I didn't have the time to get laid since I started working for him. Wish I could tell him that. He is so authoritative and domineering in the bedroom that my words die down in my throat. Not that I'm in any state to retort. My mind is wandering near heaven and hell. True to his promise, He is literally making me see stars and he just started. “Don't stop yourself from moaning, baby.” He commands, wiggling his fingers inside me. “I love listening to you. I love to hear how I make you feel.” He encourages.I wish my hands weren't tied up. I would love to grab the sheets with my fists. But not being able to hold onto something makes it more exciting. Spencer knew what he was doing. I grab his hair once again as he thrusts his fingers into me, loosening my hole. “Harder.” I demand, gripping his hair. He chuckles. “Feisty.” He comments, letting me keep my hand on his hair. I won'
Last Updated : 2024-09-25Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 39- Face First
The next morning I opened my eyes, and I woke up with a splitting headache. I groan in my sleep, finding a pillow nearby and placing it over my head. “Stop it.” I yell at particularly no one but at an object. It was the wall clock. It is ticking so loudly that it hurts my head. I groan again when the clock keeps ticking. It's getting under my skin and my head is killing me. I don't know how I got such a massive headache. “Fucking hell.” I yell, taking the pillow off of me and glare at the clock. I don't remember buying the clock. It seems like my mind is in some kind of daze right now. I don't seem to remember anything but there is a nagging feeling at the back of my head that is telling me that something is missing. Paying no heed to the nagging feeling, I put the blanket away and get up from the bed. Suddenly, a blow of air hits my body. Is it winter already? Whatever it is, I just need to get rid of the clock to save me from the terrible headache. Maybe if I sleep it off, my h
Last Updated : 2024-09-26Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 40- We Need To Talk
Spencer is avoiding me. I can tell. After that unholy incident in the morning, he refused to even look at me. Not that I'm ready to face him either. However, it seems like he and I have totally different reasons for avoiding each other. He looks like he is dealing with inner conflict whenever he comes in front of me. I try to enjoy the weather with a coffee but he isn't leaving my mind. I'm here at a cafe all alone because Spencer had to bail on me. Something tells me he just didn't want to be here with me and by something I mean common sense. A sigh of exhaustion leaves my mouth when I receive a call from my mother. Let's just say she and I aren't on good terms since she decided to hurt me with her mean words. She has been trying to make it up by constantly checking up on me. If only her concern was genuine. “Yes, mom?” I sound bored as I take the call, mentally preparing myself for whatever is going to come. “How are you enjoying your honeymoon?” She asks in a jolly tone, making
Last Updated : 2024-09-27Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 41: It's a Surprise
“Where are we going?” I keep asking him as I follow him to God knows where. “Just keep following me, ok?” He almost begs, sounding too irritated. “I can't shut up if I don't know where I'm going. You can at least tell me where we are going. You may as well talk here because I know what you are gonna talk about.” He stops as soon as I finish talking. “You do? How? Am I that obvious?” He looks genuinely confused which makes me confused. “Of course, I do. And yes, you are that obvious.” I shrug my shoulders, “You are gonna tell me that you are the CEO of a multi-billion company and it doesn't go with your reputation and all.” He puts his palm under his chin, looking at me as if I weren't making sense. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, getting weirded out by his unusual behavior. “Just thinking what my phone and wallet getting stolen have to do with my reputation of being a multi-billion dollar company's CEO.” Now, it's my time to get shocked. “Huh?” I simply ask. “Wha
Last Updated : 2024-09-28Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 42- Gelato Melts Faster
“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not. “I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction. When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me? “It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.He just laughs at my face, making it look like it was obvious that I was trying to copy him. I can only roll my eyes in my defense. My eyes wander around the place. I remember adding “a night market” to my list of places I wanted to visit in Paris. I didn't know Spencer would actually pay attention to my list. Though it doesn't strike me as a traditional night market to me, it still gives off the vibe. There are a few food stalls and one or two gift stores nea
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“Uhh…I'm hungry.” No. I shouldn't have said that either. It's annoying how most innocent sounding words have such nasty double meanings in English. “I mean….I mean let's eat something else.” I suggest without looking back at Spencer. He is either gonna tease me or he is gonna be frustrated with me. By the way he was watching me, I know he isn't gonna find it funny. I saw the hunger in his eyes. If I could see my own eyes, I would see hunger there as well. Probably my appetite would be larger than him. God! It's not helping. Why did I have to ruin it? We were having such a great time. What's he gonna think of me now? “Willow, wait!” Spencer calls for me. I can hear his footsteps becoming louder and louder. When did I get so far away from him? Did I freaking run away like a culprit? Great. Now I also find it sexy how my name rolls off his tongue. My mind is really a train wreck, isn't it? What did I do in my past lives to possess such a useless brain? “Yeah?” I try my best to fei
Last Updated : 2024-09-28Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 44- Wish You Didn't
“But last night wasn't one of them.” His confession replays itself in my head like a broken recorder. My eyes desperately search for any traces of lies in his face and eyes. Even after searching for almost a minute I come out empty handed. His way of looking at me is enough to make me believe he is telling the truth. His heart skips several beats and the army of butterflies in my stomach multiplies by tenfold in mere seconds. “You…..You.” I fail to make any coherent sentences even though I have a lot in my mind right now. “Yeah. I'm telling the truth.” He decides to help me out. Thank God that he can somehow read my mind. “Oh.” I blink my eyes at him before averting my gaze at the ground. Before my mind can register what is happening, I can feel being pulled into Spencer's chest and then he turns us around. What's he doing in front of everyone? Though one part of me panics, the other part is dying with happiness. Hug him back. My conscience orders me. I try to refuse. I don't kn
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“Why? Why? Why?” I want to scream on his face but I don't have the strength to do so. I know I will break down in mere seconds. Instead of saying anything to him after his revelation, I just nod my head and opt for staying silent. I was such a fool for falling for him and thinking he would reciprocate my feelings. I mean how stupid one has to be to think this way? It was just one night of fun for him, a one night stand. Nothing more and nothing less. I want to be angry. I want to yell at him. I want to cry on his shoulder. But I know I don't have the right to do any of these. “Willow.” He calls for me softly, making me snap my eyes at him. It's a shame that I have unshed tears shimmering in my eyes. “God, I'm so sorry.” His voice comes out hoarse and desperate, “I didn't mean to hurt you. It's not you. Trust me, it's about me.” I crack a mocking smile at that. “Such a classic excuse.” I wheeze out before finally letting the tears cascade down my cheeks. “Willow, I'm-” I cut him o
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Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 74 - Stalker
I barely slept last night. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate, I now have to worry about Spencer digging into my past and getting close to a secret that I am willing to guard with my life. I could have approached him and caught him red handed last night. I could yell at him for going behind my back. But I didn't. I had to stop myself from making a mistake. He is gonna get ideas if I act too aggressive. Even though he has given me reasons to believe that he is good at respecting boundaries and being cooperative, can I really believe him when made the decision to dig into my mother's past without consulting me first? Can I really believe him with what's left of my past? “Fuck it.” I curse under my breath, lighting up a cigarette. It's been a long while since I smoked, but it's about damn time I lit up one again. I don't wanna see Spencer at the time and I need to think. With my sleep derived brain which is constantly trying to bring me down by making me relive my horrible
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 73 - Mine To Deal
“Have a safe drive home.” I tell him when he is done washing his hands after washing the dishes. I couldn't have asked for a better guest. He insisted on washing the dishes even though he cooked the meal. I tried to refuse. No matter what the situation is, he needs to be the stubborn one. So, I let him be. His eyebrows shoot up in a questioning manner. “What?” “Aren't you going home?”He gives me a look that tells me that I'm an idiot. After looking at me with blank eyes for a moment, he speaks up, “I'm not leaving you alone here tonight.” I want to argue, but his voice leaves no room for argument. I should be mad at him for being so demanding. However, I find myself feeling a whole different emotion. Warmth. It's what I feel seeing him so fiercely protective of me. “Spencer, you must be tired.” I try to reason with him. “Right.” He agrees, flashing me a tired smile on cue, “That's why I'm gonna take your couch and sleep there like a deadweight if you don't mind me doing that.”
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 72 - Skeletons in Our Closets
I thought I was the one dominating the situation, that I had the situation under my thumb. Oh, how wrong I was. It doesn't take much for Spencer to show me my place. As his hands trace over my breast, his mouth attacks my delicate neck. He leaves his marks on my neck more passionately than I did, leaving me a moaning mess. My hands comb through his hair not so gently. I won't be surprised if I'm hurting his scalp right now. None of us care about it though. We are too lost in our world of lust and sensation. If we could turn into one body, we would definitely do that. We are way too close to each other with him holding me against the wall, fueling my desire more by the every passing second. Moments later, we are a panting mess. Our eyes meet as we savour the moment. There's something in his eyes that I can't quite place. They look hungry for more no doubt, but there is also something else hiding there. I dare not question it though it piques my curiosity. “Should we-” before he can s
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 71 - The Kiss
“You alright?” Spencer asks, carrying the curry to the table as I stand near the couch with my phone in my hand. “Yeah.” I don't sound so reassuring even to my own ears. “Who was it?” He asks, setting the table. Who? I wish I had some knowledge. I racked through my brain to come up with something. Maybe I'm overthinking. The text sounded like a threat, but was it really a threat? Sure, the person knows my name, but I can't determine a tone through texts. “Uh-” I open my mouth to say something, but Spencer beats me to it. “I'm sorry. I'm stepping out of the boundary. You don't need to tell me anything.” He lays out his words carefully, finally looking at me. I shake my head, smiling a little. I don't know what got into him, but he's acting like a perfect gentleman. The sensible part of me is telling me not to fall for it, but the wild part of me is enjoying every bit of it. Right now, I don't even care. I need to do something to get the stress off of my chest. He is the perfect d
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 70 - The Text
My mind is still racing. The place is quiet and yet I can hear all the bustling noises of the shady hospital where my mother dragged me to abort the child, I can still feel the pain in my belly. My hand instinctively flies towards my belly, rubbing it.“It's not as good as yours, but this ought to do.” Spencer's voice pulls me back from my dream world. “Huh?” I ask, confused. “Coffee.” He replies, pointing at the streaming cup on the table in front of me.“Oh.” I utter, “Thank you.” It seems like the total reversal of this evening. Huh. How can things change in such a small amount of time, huh? I didn't think I would be at the receiving end of his care so soon or at all. My eyes follow how he tries to draw out a smile to reassure me it's fine, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. When he determines it's enough reassurance, he sets back towards the kitchen to cook God knows what. I finally did it. I kicked my mother out of my house. It took ages for me to do so, but I did it. I t
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 69 - Her Past
I was scared of David, my mother's new boyfriend. He wasn't just scary, he was downright evil. Unfortunately for me, my mother refused to see that side of him. I didn't totally blame her though. Her whole life was fucked up. Being a prostitute, she never got even a bit of respect from anyone. She was a trash under everyone's shoes. She didn't even value herself. She didn't even know who got her pregnant with me. It was David who showed her respect and cared for her. Little did she know his show of care was nothing but a facade. David was someone who could make me tremble like a leaf in a disastrous storm just by the mention of his name. It's not like he physically hurt me. No. He found my face and body too pretty to scar it. But that didn't mean he didn't leave me broken. I was the rag doll in his hands, and he was a rough motherfucker. For some moments I was happy with him as well. My mother was a druggie prostitute. I never got the love I deserved from her. I craved it my whole li
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 68 - Seduction
“Up until now, I didn't even know your name, John. If you don't want to get your ass beaten and thrown in jail for assaulting someone, I suggest you pack your bag and get the hell out of my life because I swear to God if I see you even within 100 meters of my home, you are gonna regret ever knowing me.” It takes every bit of strength and willpower for me not to stutter, and I'm damn proud of it. Total silence embraces us following my outburst. I bet no one expected me to explode this way. Looking at the shocked face of everyone around, I can confirm it. However, it's not only surprise that's on their faces. When I look at Spencer, he gives me a subtle, proud smile. Relief starts to nest in my stomach, but I forgot my mother is in the same room. I forgot that as long as she is present, happiness and relief can't have the bravery to knock at my door. “Is that how you pay back your mother?” Her tone remorseful, cheeks full of crocodile tears. I fucking hate myself sometimes. I know wh
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 67- A Chameleon
After my little panic attack, it was a silent journey to my home. I tried to tell him I could take a taxi home but he didn't listen. He insisted on tagging along. If he already didn't know how my mother's brain was wired with ultimate greed, I wouldn't take his offer, not that I had the luxury of making that decision. Time's crucial now. Spencer's hand brushes over mine as he pretends not to see my hand and rest his hand. I withdraw my hand automatically. He appears flustered, his cheek taking the colour of crimson. “I'm sorry.” He apologises in a small voice, avoiding eye contact and focusing on the road. “It's alright.” I assure him. I tell myself the same thing. I'm just rattled by whatever happened. There is no way I would have reacted to this way otherwise. It feels like my skin is burning. I hate feeling this vulnerable. After that, we are back to silence. I can feel his occasional gaze on me. He is making sure I'm not breaking into a panic attack again. I'm mortified to ha
Mr. Billionaire's Whimsical Secretary 66 - Panick Attack
While Spencer is gone to take the urgent phone call, my phone vibrates beside me. I let it ring, knowing it must be my mother asking for yet another favour. I was lucky to get my apartment to myself for a few days while I was dealing with the incident with Spencer. She went to a little staycation with her fiance before her big wedding, and of course she had to take her favourite daughter with her. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm not the favourite daughter. When the phone rings again, I fish out the phone from my purse with an annoyed sigh. To my surprise, it's Owen who is calling. “What do you need, Owen?” I try to sound annoyed. “ A lawyer would be great. Thank you.” He sounds anything but kidding. And there it goes again. I thought I could get a moment of silence and peace after the storm I went through. Turns out, God doesn't want me to rest. Great. He must think I'm strong enough to handle all the problems he throws at me one after another. “What happened?” I ask as I gathe
