You stride down the hallway, with the resignation papers in your hand. You needed the job, very much, but with the shame of being called a 'slut' in front of everyone, you don't even want to set your foot here.
You are inside your boss' room, waiting for him to finish his file, and as soon as he finishes he loosens his tie, and rolls up his sleeves. Your mouth goes dry, when he purposely unbuttons the top two buttons of his white shirt. You snap yourself out of the trance, eyes fixed on the way he moves, ❝Mr. Dong, I resign-❞
And you're cut off by soft lips rudely interrupting your sentence, ❝You aren't a slut, if you're one, then you are mine❞ he growls, as he presses you against the table, making your knees go weak along with the lusty moans that leave your lips, ❝Your pride is such a turn on, only when you let it down before me❞
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