Mr.Grey hated being seen that way with his women. He quickly zipped up his pant and arranged it. Prisca flushed in embarrassment as his reaction struck a chill into her heart. "Mr...Mr.Grey," she stuttered, placing her hand on his chest. "Cassie butted in on us isn't enough reason for us to fizzle out the surge of pleasure we were having. Come on Nick," she said, pulling him against herself. She could still feel his bulge as he stucked his knee between her legs, letting it rub temptingly against her wet core. It was an intimate action, but he feigned the need to continue. He smiled broadly while adjusting her clothes to its right position. He forced her face to the side, exposing the sensitive skin on her neck and nibbled it playfully. "No hard feelings Miss Lance," he whispered into her ears and zipped up her dress. He walked her out of his office and slammed the door violently. "What the heck!!" He screamed, clenching his fist beside him. He was so angry that Cassie barged in and
Cassie moved towards him, placed her delicate hands on his shoulder and looked at him, smiling sheepishly. There were so many things she wanted to tell him but she couldn't. "What an interesting development," Marcus teased as he stared at her, trying to hide his emotions. "Don't be silly," she giggled and pulled him in for a hug. He squeezed her in gently while rubbing her back. On instinct, he pulled back as she seeked for release. "Everything will be fine" He assured her. She nodded and smiled at him, then drifted towards the door. He smiled happily before his eyes were separated from hers just a second after she passed the threshold on her way out of the door. He was thankful for that display of closeness she had brought to him. That was what he needed at that moment to keep the perturbed expression on his face under control. His troubled mind thought about how he would feel if she eventually gets fired. The pain, fondness or even the shock was capable of putting his life to
Emily and Cassie chatted happily as they returned back to their offices, feeling as though there were some sort of connection between them. Cassie loitered around the building, noticing the zealousness of the other staff. She was afraid of going back to her office to avoid further surprises from her boss. She stopped for a moment at the hallway before strolling back to her office. As she approached Prisca's office, she peeped at her and saw her smiling, while focusing on her laptop. Suddenly, Prisca met her gaze and she looked away, picked up her pace as the memory of her canoodling with her boss flashed through her mind. She shook her head uncomfortably, feeling it accumulated with so many wild thoughts. As she reached for the door handle, ready to step into her office, she was terrified by a touch from behind. “Whoa!! Marcus? Not again please,” she screamed, falling back into his arms. Her body ceased shaking and her confusion faded. She felt relaxed and intoxicated with his scen
Cassie trod back to her office looking abashed and furious. Her boss’ words stung her, spiking deep into her flesh like a sharp knife. She pushed the door violently and went in, leaving it ajar. She bent over to clear her desk with a speed almost faster than that of light. She could feel her heart palpitating as small droplets of sweats formed on her smooth and flawless skin. A small sob caught in her throat as she walked into the elevator, unnoticed by any staff. She wanted to stop by Marcus’ office and tell him about her recent altercations with Mr. Grey but recalled she wasn't in good terms with him, causing her whole body to rack with violent sobs. She tried to control her emotions as she stood there with her legs shaking, constantly blinking and wiping her tears with her face towel, praying that her face shouldn't be as red as she had imagined. When the elevator bell dinged, she stormed out of the building while her mind scrambled on what to do next. “How long do I have to
Emily arrived at the company earlier than usual that morning. When the gateman saw her approaching, he opened the gate and greeted her respectfully with a warm smile. “Good morning Madam, you look good today.” “Thank you Martins,” she replied and acted normal, making it difficult for him to observe her sudden excitement. She found her way to the office and climbed up the flight of stairs since the elevator was out of order. When she reached the last floor where her boss' office was located, she looked around other offices to be sure nobody came before her. Rather tensed, she took out a pair of thick gloves and a tub of petroleum jelly from her handbag and smeared it on the lens of the cameras in the varenda. When she walked towards her boss' office, she broke out in a sweat as she knocked repeatedly on his door just to be sure he wasn't sleeping in his inner room. When she heard no response, she quickly took out a duplicate of her boss' key, a locksmith fabricated for her some month
“They are actually nice, report immediately to my office.” Grey read through the message again before tapping on the send button. Although he wanted her so badly, he had to pretend to be mean so he wouldn't appear cheap in her eyes. He licked his lips and let out a sharp breath after zoning out for a moment hoping she would respond. He turned to look at his friends who were now engaged in a serious conversation. The tension was thick as he tried to divert his eyes away from his phone yet he was drawn in again by random messages popping on the screen. As he scrolled through his phone, he stumbled on a message from his secretary, reminding him of a meeting with the Kingstons. He raised an eyebrow, already figuring out the impending results of the meeting. The HR manager definitely had to be present if the meeting was to be successful. Rapidly, he put a call through to Prisca while beckoning to his friends to reduce their vocal intensity. “Morning boss, the meeting is in three hour
A sharp twinge of anger and disappointment fluttered in his stomach as he stared at his screen in disbelief. Miss Lance, his secretary was the only staff that had an extra key to his office but had given it to Cassie some days ago while she was working on the Ludwigs' project. "Could she have returned the keys back to Prisca?" He thought while tapping his fingers on the desk. He felt his head spinning with so many thoughts engulfed in it. Screw it! He muttered and reached for the telephone. He hurriedly put in a call to his secretary while his fingers kept tapping repetitively on the desk. “Hello sir,” Prisca exclaimed mildly. “Miss Lance, I need to know who is in possession of my spare key currently.” “It's Cassie sir,” Prisca replied softly. “You mean Cassie still has my keys?” “Yes sir. Is there any problem? I'm willing to help.” Prisca questioned. “Not at all. One more thing Miss Lance, send a message to all the HR prospects. Let them know I'll be conducting an intervi
Emily felt her lips trembling and looked down as her boss strolled towards her. “I'm sorry,” she whispered, feeling timid and abashed. Mr.Grey stared at her in surprise and let out a soft laugh. He wanted to raise his voice at her but at the same time, he didn't want the attention of the other staff. Slowly, he calmed himself down just for that moment and made a pretence. “You broke into my office. Didn't you?” He scoffed and leaned forward on her desk. She gasped without looking up at him as a shiver ran up her spine when she realized how close they were. Her pulse sped up and she could still feel his gaze on her, making her begin to panic. “Hey Mily, don't. Don't do that.” He raised up her chin and tilted her face to look at him. “That was a beautiful sight to behold. You didn't have to break into my office to please me even though the last thing I expected was a gift from you.” His lips twitched with a fake smile. Emily stared back at him, still feeling tensed. His grey eyes
“Dreams without goals are just dreams. And ultimately, they fuel disappointment.” ~Denzel Washington~5 years later…“Let's welcome the CEO of Peytonill Empire, the wife of the famous billionaire we have here with us, who happens to be the CEO of GGC. We would like to host her alongside her husband in our hotseat today.” A resounding round of applause followed the statement as Cassie stepped out before the crowd with a large smile beaming across her face. Blinding camera lights flashed steadily on her as the cameraman took several pictures of her. She waved politely and was treated to the red carpet to meet the host who had reserved a special seat for her, next to that of her husband, across the table.“Welcome once again Mr and Mrs Nicholas Grey, we are pleased to have you in our midst.” The host continued.“It's our pleasure.” They said in unison and smiled at each other.Maya, the host smiled before throwing out some questions to them.“So tell me Mrs. Grey, how is it possible that
The rooftop was a secluded area with soft, soothing music echoing in the background. There were two chairs and a small table with spherical shaped red lights decorating the place. Nick slid his arm around her waist as they walked to the table.“Oh my God! This is really beautiful, you know how I love it.” She whined as they sat on the chair.“I had to put up my best to ensure there was no fault.” He smirked. “Have a drink.”He poured her a glassful of her favourite red wine, clinked glasses with her as they drank up.“This tastes really good.” She licked the wine from her lips.“You taste even better.” He set the glass down and ogled at her.“You're so flirty.” She giggled. “I can't believe we're over all of this.”“You made this right, Cass. I would never have bothered about stepping down for Marc as long as we were fine. I'm sorry you got yourself injured in the process but in the end, it's just a memory.”“Yeah, I don't mind going through hell for the man I love.” She gave him a s
He yanked her up immediately and she wrapped her legs around him.“Let's go finish up what we started.” He shut the door and moved to the bedroom.“My God! You're already so hard.” She felt him bulging in his pants and pressed her mouth on his in a sizzling kiss.“You'd never know how much I missed you.” His tongue found its way into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. As soon as he laid her down on the bed, his phone started ringing and he slid it away.“This can definitely wait.” He whispered and leaned in to kiss her again.His phone began ringing the second time and he was forced to pull away.“So much for ruining the moment.” He cursed himself for it. “Who is it?” She asked softly.“It's Chloe.” He snapped. “You need to call her now.”“No, you pick up. I always have a facetime with Chloe. She might spot my shoulder sling.”“What am I gonna say? You haven't returned her calls since then, she could be suspicious.” He tried to reason with her. “I will pull the blanket over you.”“Ok
“Babe it's here.” Cassie shouted hearing the knock on the door.“I'm here.” He came out, wearing a new pair of sweatpants and brushed lightly on his hair. “Do I look good?” He asked when he noticed her eyes on him.“You always look good.”“First time you're opening up about my looks.” He smiled and stepped into the private elevator that led downstairs.He got the package and ambled back to the room. He had ordered some tampons along with it. She got it and gazed at it.“Tampons? For?” “Just in case.”She laughed and took out the little device. “I'm just supposed to pee on it right?”“Sure.” “Okay, let's get this done already.” He helped her up on her feet and walked her to the bathroom.When she was done, they strolled to the balcony close to the room, dropping the kit on the large round table.“Wanna sit?” He asked, feeling concerned.“Nah, I think I'm getting better. The fever is gone.”He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her to himself.“I guess my therapy helped
“Mr. Nicholas Grey,” The doctor exclaimed as he stepped into the hospital premises.“Doctor, how is it going?”“Great. I was informed you wanted her to be discharged soon?”“If it doesn't pose any effect on her then yes. It's been a week and some days already.”“We're working on it. She seems very much better now. Your fiancée has some special guests and I felt I should draw your attention to it.”“Who are they?”“Go see for yourself.” He smirked. Nick pursed his lips, looking baffled as he hurried to the room Cassie was. He pushed the door slowly open and peeped inside the room. The shock on his face was replaced with a sudden smile spreading across his face.This has to be the best thing he has stumbled upon! His parents had come to see Cassie. His mom sat beside her on the bed holding her hands while his dad was just relaxed on the chair, concurring to whatever they were discussing. They didn't seem to have noticed him and appeared very engrossed in whatever stuff they were talkin
After their little make out session, he kept on rubbing her back and lulling her to sleep, until he heard her soft snores. He uttered a sigh and closed his eyes. For the past days he hadn't been fortunate enough to sleep too, but having her in his arms had a way of calming him. He tried to stay up a bit just in case she needed anything but his eyes were heavy and droopy. Slowly, he drifted off but woke up about a few minutes later to ensure she was okay and wasn't hurting in any way. Despite his efforts to stay awake, he fell into a deep sleep again that obviously didn't last for long.“Lena, Don't!!!” He heard Cassie scream and tremble violently on top of him.“Baby, wake up.” His voice was raspy from his own lack of sleep. Her eyes flew open and she let out some panic breaths, clenching her fist to stop herself from trembling.“It's okay..It's okay now.” He smoothed out her hair, trying his best to soothe her. “It's just a nightmare.” He kissed her forehead and continued stroking he
“Oh my God, you're awake?” He sprang up and attempted to give her a hug but realizing the state she was in, he pulled back instantly.“Baby..I'm glad you're awake.” He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead lightly.“Why have you been crying?” She stared at his flushed face and reddened eyes. Where are we?”“We are.. We are in the hospital.” He stuttered.“Why? What am I doing here?” She tried to sit up but the pains on her shoulder came back piercing causing her to scream.“Hey, I'm sorry. Just lay back sweetheart, I promise you that you'll be fine.”“What is going on?” She struggled to speak but her voice came out more as a whisper.“We're just spending some time together.” He tried to fake a smile but it disappeared as soon as he saw the look on her face. “Fuck! I'm sorry. You passed out.”“For..how..long?” “It doesn't matter how long baby, what matters now is that you're awake.”“How are you feeling?”“Weak and tired. Can I..have.. a glass..of water.. please? I'm damn thirsty.”
Out of shock, he pulled the trigger again and it left a clicking sound behind, signifying there were no bullets in the pistol. Nick blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog of disbelief that clouded his vision. “Seems you're running out of luck.” He took out his phone and called the cops, fixing his gaze intently on him. “Don't you fucking do that.” “Too late. We're gonna get your ass locked up in a bit.” Marcus surged forward and knocked his knee down, sending fists flying towards his face but he was quick enough to duck each of his blows. Nick rolled him over and strangled him, slowly taking the life out of him. “I'd fucking kill you right now but you deserve to rot in jail.” He released him as he heard the siren of the police. “No one is gonna believe you.” He choked, gasping for air. “Let's see how this plays out.” He smirked. Soon, footsteps surrounded the whole house as the cops barged into the room. “Take him away.” The cop shrieked and in a jiffy, Marcus was handcuffe
Nick fumbled with the keys in his hand as he stared at the door in front of him. Despite the fact that he had rushed out of the house, he knew he didn't leave the front door hanging. He fell under suspicion of burglary and took out his phone, setting it on the recorder . As he strolled further into the hallway, the lights went off, increasing his anxiety.He made to turn on the lights when a hand grabbed his neck from behind.“Don't you dare touch me.” He tried to fight back instantly but felt the cold metal of a gun pressed against the side of his head as he was being led to one of his rooms.“Sit!” The voice ordered, standing behind him.“Marcus?” He called out in shock, recognising his voice.“Don't fucking call that name.” A resounding slap stung his cheek and he gasped, unable to move because he had his hands tied behind the chair.“What the fuck do you think you're doing!” Nick yelled menacingly as he shot daggers at him in the dimly lit room.“Trying to put your shits right!”