All Chapters of MIXING PLEASURES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Fifteen hours earlier… I run the mascara brush over my eyelashes one last time before deciding my makeup is perfect enough. Stepping back from the vanity, I look at my profile in the mirror in front of me. Hair, check. Shoes, check. My dress, perfect. My phone pings with a text notification causing me to jump with nervousness. Tonight, my boss, Marcus Wayne, also the CEO of Wayne Technologies, is giving me a ride to the award ceremony we are both attending. He, as a nominee, and me as his ever-present secretary. I read the text message that just came into my phone and indeed, it is from Marcus instructing me to go downstairs in his usual commanding tone. Knowing how impatient he is and not wanting to be at the receiving end of his infamous scowl, I hurriedly grab my tiny clutch purse and leave my apartment to meet him outside. The moment I step outside of my apartment building, I see the familiar black Bentley belonging to my boss and his driver is standing outside and holdi

It’s been five minutes since I received a curt text message from my boss ordering me to come and meet him at the brunch area of the hotel. I walk to the venue on shaky legs, from nervousness and tiredness. He really did a number on me last night and from how long he slept, I on him as well. I would celebrate but I feel like I am walking to my execution as I step into the brunch hall. I see Marcus sitting ahead with an empty chair in front of him on the other side of the table where uncountable brunch delicacies have been arranged. The instant hunger I feel in my stomach urges me to walk forward although my brain warns me to run away. I had sex with my strict-as-hell boss not up to twelve hours ago and I’m about to pay the price. I withhold tears as I approach the table and take a seat quietly. “Good morning sir” I greet submissively. Should I apologize or beg? I don’t get to decide because Marcus ignores my greeting and shocks me with his first words. “Do you know who I

MARCUS“I see you deployed your time management skills in writing the report” I speak with dry sarcasm without even raising my head to look at Penelope as she enters and shuts the door to my office.When she remains silent, I am forced to move my gaze from my computer screen to my silent secretary.“Nothing to say for yourself?” I ask after noticing the blank look on her face. Inwardly I am tempted to laugh, not because anything is actually funny but because if it were anyone else keeping silent and not apologizing while getting scolded by their boss, they would loose their jobs within the hour, but there is little to nothing Penelope can do to make me fire her and I’m sure she knows this. Finally, she decides to grace me with her voice and speaks, “I wanted to make sure the report was perfect. And I didn’t think I was under a deadline.” She shrugs nonchalantly and I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes in exasperation, but that would only encourage her. The girl likes to test my p

“I’ve been feeling so off lately. I think I need to ask Mr. Wayne for a few days leave to recuperate” I massage the colon of my throat as I complain to my friend, Stacy. She came over to my cubicle about thirty minutes ago and we have been chatting or more like I’ve been listening while she has been giving me all the recent office gossip.Stacy chuckles, “I would make a joke about you being pregnant but we both know how impossible that idea is”I still, then give her a look, “Why is that impossible?” I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. Stacy cackles with laughter once more, about to make fun of me I’m sure. She says, “Because it’s been ages since you got some D” she returned giving my a knowing look.I snort with amusement, if only she knew how wrong she was. The last time I had sex was six weeks ago and it was with our CEO. But I’m not telling her that so instead I respond with, “How do you know I haven’t had sex in a while?” I’m quite interested in her answer but she doesn’

I’m halfway asleep from tiredness after crying my eyes out for the past hour when the office telephone rings. I check and see the call is coming from Marcus. I’m tempted to ignore it. I don’t think I can deal with him right now. I’m way too vulnerable. But I know I’ll just get into trouble with him if I ignore his call so I grudgingly answer.“Hello-““In my office right now. Miss Cruz” He interrupts me with the order.Unable to help myself, I groan out loudly with frustration, he is so rude, no greeting or anything.“Am I bothering you, Miss Cruz?” He asks from the phone.Great. He heard my frustrated sign.I try to answer with a no, but he continues on. “Or maybe you’re getting tired of your job? Am I working you too hard?” He asks but I don’t deceive myself that his questions are because he cares, I hear the sarcasm clearly from a mile away. He is so confusing. Sometimes he is nice and other times he is a level ten asshole, like right now.I keep my analysis of his temperaments to m