There should be a limit to how arrogant a man can be. I swear there should be. It should be, I don't know, in the country's constitution, forbidding bosses from being so... unbearable.You know what's worse?I've been complaining about it for years, every day. I'm not exaggerating, I complain. Do I do anything to change it? No. It may seem like I'm lazy and don't love my own life, but that's not it. At least, it's not just that.The truth is that I hate change. I'm terrified when it comes to the pretty ones. My anxiety-ridden brain starts creating a thousand and two hypotheses about what could go wrong if I decide to risk giving up, so I no longer have to put up with Valentin's unpalatable personality, and I always think it's never the right time to change.Because I depend on the money.Because it could be worse.Because the bastard isn't that bad.And really, Valentin Salvatore could be worse. I'm real proof that there are much worse bosses out there, but I'm not someone who can dea
I smile when she freaks out once again, saying that her father is driving her crazy with the planning of Amanda's birthday party, which will take place in a few weeks. The little one is only going to be one year old, but the celebration is going to make the news thanks to her doting grandfather, I'm sure. Like everything else in Nat's life.When I get to my car, I throw my bag on the passenger seat and drive to the bar where I've arranged to meet Oliver, a friend with benefits with whom I've been sexually involved for a long time. He's great company, he's funny, he's intelligent, and he also eats me to my heart's content, so I've got a pretty good combo in one person.I texted him earlier, saying I was going to be late because of my executioner boss, and Oliver understood, replying that he was going to wait for me because the night was young. He probably expected me not to arrive on time, because it's not the first time I've been late for the same reason.As soon as I park a little aw
My mood was terrible the day after the chaos.I should get used to it, after all, it's not the first time it's happened. It won't be the last. What's wrong with men? Why am I always attracted to the emotional ones, when all I want is a jerk who wants the same things as me?Don't judge me. It's not that I never want to settle down, build a family, or spend the rest of my life with just one person. I want that, at some point. Just not now. Everything is too unstable in my life. Starting with my career, which isn't exactly what I planned for my future.Every worker's goal is to progress, to rise through the ranks, and to be recognized for doing what they love. And that happened to me one day. When all that was snatched away from me, I was forced to take a job as a secretary, earning a good living, but having to accept a bullying boss as a bonus. I had no experience in the field when they took me on three years ago, but my CV was excellent and they were desperate to find someone.Now I un
“I'm not risky.” That's all I can say to try and defend myself because apparently, Valentin Salvatore knows me too well for my liking. The problem is that the words come out acidic as if to prove his point.He gives a quick sideways smile, which is quite rare. He only uses it when he's not saying what he's thinking. It's usually in our healthy spats. I imagine it's something too bad to say out loud because he's not one to hold anything back. The man doesn't hesitate to fight and say how he likes things to happen around here.“There's a lot more. I could spend the rest of the day here talking about your lack of professionalism, but I'll finish with the little gifts you receive more often than is appropriate for the workplace. Flowers, giant bears, serenades...”“It's not my fault! It's not like I'm the one sending the gifts.”“But you can make sure they're not delivered here, Miss Santoro, but to your home. Your personal life generates more gossip in this company than we've had in all
Crazy.Of a long list of adjectives that can be used to describe Nicole Santoro, this one is certainly at the top. Fuck, I can’t help but think how she always manages to surprise me. For better or worse, she does.Lucky I’m quick to trim your body even holding a bouquet in one hand and the damn card in another. Leave the objects on the ground and hold the tiny woman, supporting both hands on her back and lifting her. I swear a low word because the employees started whispering to each other when they witnessed the scene.Wanting to escape the gossip, I take Nicole to my room and push the door with my shoulder to close it. I put the woman girl lying on the brown leather sofa that is in the corner. Rarely use it, because I don’t usually relax much in the office, but at least it will be useful now.Cross my arms in front of the body, while waiting for your farce to end, stopping to observe how beautiful the crazy is fucking. I’ve had my share of women throughout my forties, but I confess
I try to take the short from my head and focus on what I do best: work. I work for several hours, as always losing the time to leave. When I leave the company, it is past eleven o'clock in the evening. It’s amazing how it always seems to be behind, no matter how long I work. Sometimes I still come home and answer some emails that arrive during the night.I go to the garage and find my driver sleeping inside the car, just waiting. Knock on the window, and Lionel gets comfortable, cleaning the imaginary drool from the corner of his mouth. He gets out of the car and opens the back door for me, apologizing with a grin. I don’t blame him.As the man starts to drive towards my house, I answer some messages that I received from my mother. I already know that it will fill me with anger for the delay because it was sent in the morning, but better late than never. I answer to my younger brother too, who calls me once again so that I go out with him. Furthermore, I never accept, nor know why Tyl
Break the line of people complaining, preventing them from running into me, and see the security look at me suspiciously."To the end of the line, sir!""I came to pick up my brother, he’s giving work in there" lies easily, and he scratches his beard, thoughtful. "I’m Valentin Salvatore and I can...""The owner of LDrinks? Why didn’t you say something before? I love your drinks, man. Come on, get in!"Surprised by a guy in the middle of nowhere to recognize me, I smile in gratitude and enter. It’s not like everyone in the country knows me there. The company is only ten years old, it’s relatively new, has its fame, but I’m not famous. I sometimes appear on magazine covers and brand advertisements around, although I find it a great nonsense to have to use my image in marketing.Loud when I see that the place has more people than I imagined and get in the middle of sweaty bodies, looking for some VIP area, because I’m sure it’s where my brother is. I find out that I hit the guess when I
Henry bends down to say something in my ear, but I get distracted by the sight of Valentin talking to a monumental woman. She’s about his height and is very close, talking something into your ear with an easy smile. And damn! He’s smiling at her! Never seen that smile before.Valentin Salvatore is in search of his hunt, and I do not know how I feel to witness such an intimate thing from my boss. I shouldn’t have to see this, damn it. What he says to the red-haired busty pleases her too much because she makes sure to rub her big tits on him, which does not push her away."All right with you?" Henry speaks louder in my ear, and I come back to reality, realizing that I did not hear a bit of what he said."Sorry, I got distracted." With my boss flirting, complete in thought. "Let’s do this. I’m not at my best right now, why don’t you get me my number and we’ll work something out later?"He doesn’t seem too upset about the idea and does not take long to get his phone out of his pocket so I
"Hi, girls. What are we doing?" she asks, looking stunning with her straight black hair tied in a long ponytail at the top of her head, and a blue dress that hugs her slender figure."Natasha is finishing the sweets at the party. I'm trying to say something," I reply, seizing the moment, knowing they won't have time to ask too many questions, to reveal the news I haven't shared until now. Since I know it won't come up again, I take the chance to put an end to everything and spill the secret at once. "I gave it to my boss!"Done.Natasha starts coughing, nearly choking on the second candy she snatched from the table, and Maya slaps her on the back. I stifle a laugh, knowing they would be surprised."How is that? Didn't they hate each other?" Maya stares at me in pure shock. It seems she doesn't know me well enough to realize I never miss a chance to go for a hot guy."Oh, Maya, you need to learn that the line between love and hate is very thin," Natasha replies after recovering from he
As I imagined it would be, perhaps even worse, Amanda's first birthday party resembles a festival. There are even reporters at the entrance! I don't know why I'm still anxious about this. I can't get used to my best friend's life as an artist.Now that she has returned to the spotlight, I remember how she sometimes feels suffocated. It's so strange to have paparazzi glued to us when we're just going out for a simple dinner, for instance.I prefer my discreet life. I'm only skilled at snooping around the lives of celebrities online, but I rarely share anything about my own. For me, the only perk of Nat being famous is the parties she takes me to when she has to go for work. I always meet famous people, enjoy great food and drinks, but since Amanda arrived, there hasn't been one for us to enjoy together. I’ll need to reconsider my friendship with that traitor.Moreover, I wave to her after I enter the party venue, which is filled with stuffed unicorns, vibra
"So what is it? Why this promotion now?" I ask angrily, walking away as she reaches out to touch me."I was going to promote you before, Nicole. I said that the position of secretary isn't enough for you. You're intelligent, competent, proactive, dynamic, and full of incredible ideas.""And what happened to my irresponsibility and lack of professionalism? Not long ago, you were throwing my list of flaws in my face. Suddenly, I'm fit for a promotion? That's not right, Valentin.""You're overreacting!"My boss explodes too, his nerves fraying with every word I say, but he can't blame me. It may even be true that I'm competent for a promotion, but Valentin's timing is terrible. He messes me up in every way, and suddenly I'm ready to move up in rank?"The last thing I want is to have privilege because of a mistake that meant nothing, Valentin.""It didn't mean anything," he repeats wryly, cracking a sarcastic smile at me. "Great, Nicole. Do what
"Condom," I murmur with a desperate moan at the thought of pulling out of her."Just this one more time." One more, one less. Fuck me. With her asking like this..."I hold her hands above her head with one and thrust, feeling her legs fit me perfectly, just as my cock sinks into her pussy in a way that almost makes me cum just by entering her. I make Nicole stare into my eyes as I thrust hard. She manages to free herself from my grip and scratches my back mercilessly. It burns like hell, but it's intoxicating."Do you like the idea of marking me as yours, you little minx?" I ask in her ear and kiss her cheek."You talk too much, Salvatore.""And you love it, Santoro." It gets all wet for me when I talk about how hot it is, about how tight this pussy feels.""Arrogant.""Hot...""Asshole," she moans when I thrust harder, on purpose."Hot."I rotate my hips and thrust once more, causing the woman beneath me to roll
It's surreal to wake up with Nicole by my side. For a few seconds, I think I'm dreaming, but as I recall the night and the dawn, I'm soon certain it's real. I crack a smile and gently pull a strand of dark hair from her face. She sleeps serenely, making a little noise with her mouth, which forms an adorable beak.I let out a laugh and carefully get up from the bed so as not to wake her. I take a cold shower, brush my teeth, and comb my hair with my fingers just before returning to the room. She still sleeps peacefully, and I seize the opportunity to call the reception to arrange a nice breakfast because she must wake up starving.I didn't remember to feed her after having my way with her like a pervert who hasn't seen sex in years. That's how it felt; it was never enough. In the middle of the night, she had to ask for a break because she was too hot to continue. For me, I just needed a few more minutes to be ready again.I watch her sleep for a long time, wonder
I feel my pussy dripping from being so wet, just as I sense my tongue doing an excellent job of licking it all up. He drinks from me with an insatiable thirst. It alternates between slow and fast, between hard and delicate. It's a delicious concoction. When I lower my eyes, I see that he is studying me, testing my reactions.He opens my full lips and massages them, sucking my clitoris with just the right force to make me cum hard, unexpectedly. I moan loudly and think I call your name or curse; I don’t remember. I know that my body is reaching a dimension never before experienced by me, as if it were a kind of limbo. His mouth keeps sucking me until I become too sensitive to endure it any longer."And then? Has your impression of oral changed?" he asks, standing over me and rubbing his honeyed beard against the liquid on my face."You were nice," I lie, and Valentin breaks into the smile of someone who doesn't believe me for a second.Of course, he knows it's good. He doesn't need any
I had sex with my boss.My despised, bossy, and controlling boss, whom just a few hours ago, I wouldn't have wanted to see even if he were painted gold. Where did it all go wrong? Oh yes, it was in the kiss in the elevator. If I'm honest with myself, I’ll admit it started before that, but now, I prefer to deceive myself too.I hear Valentin's giggle next to me, but I won’t ask her why. I'm confused at the moment. Furthermore, I don’t know what to think about having felt horny enough to sit on him. And it was nice, on top of that. I enjoyed sitting with my boss! My God, I’m a bitch!Valentin shifts next to me and stands up. I allow myself to rise just enough to spy on him. Heck, his body is much more beautiful than he could ever imagine. He has muscles in all the right places, without excess; he is all big and thick. All the same! I've never been one to find nice dicks before, but Valentin's makes me want to drool over it all, through all
"Because I wanted to take her out to discover what was beneath the surface at that moment," I reply without hesitation, and she is taken aback, holding her breath and fidgeting, restless as she often is when I confront her as I am now."Why didn't you ever do it?""Because I respect you, both as a professional and as a woman. I didn't want you to think I was exploiting my position to pressure you. I also didn't want to let someone with such an impressive resume slip away, so my feelings for you took a back seat.""You know..." he realizes after a moment of looking at me. He stifles a cry, biting down on his lower lip tightly. I use my thumb to ease it, gliding it across the soft skin. "About my old job..."I simply nod in agreement and observe the effort she makes to hold back tears in front of me. Nicole lowers her gaze, looking away from mine, and exhales deeply, blinking repeatedly. I gently hold her chin and lift her face back to mine."I'm sor
Damn it! I messed everything up!I ruined what I had managed to avoid for years in just one day. All because of a single damn day. If there's any justification, it was a memorable one, where I saw a side of Nicole that I knew existed, but it was the first time it emerged because of me. She was cheerful, light, and playful with me.I flirted with her; she pretended to be crazy, but she didn't reject me. There was no physical contact, but it felt nice as if there had been. I didn't need that to feel excited to be in the company of my secretary. Then, in minutes, I threw everything down the drain because of a fucking misplaced jealousy.I hated seeing her smile at that motherfucker as she had smiled at me earlier. I hated that Nicole quickly found in someone else what I denied her. Moreover, I regretted turning down the dinner invitation, but it was too late when I realized it.Damn, I can't remember feeling as pissed off as when I saw her sitting at that ta