CHAPTER 9

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Though you may kneel before me, you never below me ~ Dom

After our cyber sex last night, I felt so happy and in the mood, I went to his office, and he was still earlier than me, so he spanked my ass, jumped to my reaction giggling, and kissed me like nothing mattered tomorrow. It is early, so I must control it. 

" I have to do my work, Daddy, later you can do anything you want" 

" Anything, anything baby girl?" I nod to his gaze and he kisses me again while I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. 

In his office, we become playful and sweet. During some meetings, he touches me nonstop and discreetly, making me crazy. 

" Baby girl, would you mind if we will have dinner night at the restaurant?"

 " But I do not have a dress..."  My hair is brushed into my chin by Mr. Ledford, and his gaze turns me on, I'm horny all the time, fuck you, Mr. Ledford

" You already beautiful in my eyes baby girl" 

It was his co-worker who greeted him for a visit, who is this guy? I just nodded and he hugged me, I was interrupted by someone knocking on the door. It seems like he knows me. 

" Michael, long time no see, how are you bruh."

" I am good so far, you just arrived  from Europe?" 

As I attempted to distance myself from my thoughts and focus on the tasks at hand, a sudden encounter with one of Michael's friends caught my attention. Our eyes briefly locked, causing a jolt of nerves to shoot through me, and I quickly averted my gaze, feeling flustered.

Returning to my work, I found myself engrossed in searching for information on Ashton Salvador, the second wealthiest person in the United States. It was my responsibility to handle the paperwork related to him, while Michael attended to other matters, perhaps fetching him a coffee. Determined not to let distractions get the best of me, I focused on the computer screen, diligently carrying out my tasks.

Suddenly, I noticed Michael approaching my vicinity, carrying a cup of coffee. He smoothly made his way to my table and placed the cup down, lending a subtle air of presence. Despite my efforts, I couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension as he stood nearby.

"So, a new secretary for my friend," Ashton's friendly and playful tone rang in my ears, but there was something peculiar about him. Men like him always seemed to disguise themselves as bunnies, innocent and harmless, while underneath their charm lay an insatiable hunger for power and control.

Stuttering, I managed to introduce myself, "I'm Jenna Monleon." As he extended his hand for a handshake, I obliged, only to find his grip firm and unyielding, making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Before things could escalate further, Michael intervened, drawing Ashton's attention away from me. "Michael, you didn't tell me you found such a great secretary for your company," Ashton remarked, his gaze lingering on me. I quickly turned away, feeling embarrassed, and glanced at Mr. Ledford, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Okay, Ashton, you have to go now. We'll be attending to Jenna for a meeting," Michael stated, ushering Ashton out. The tension in Michael's gaze still lingered, making me unsure of how he truly felt about the encounter.

Ashton's parting words caught me off guard, "Goodbye, Jenna. It was nice to meet you. Hope to see you again and grab a coffee?" Feeling shy and hesitant, I simply nodded, not wanting to upset Michael or make any mistakes. I watched Ashton leave, all the while aware of Michael's gaze on me.

Preparing for the meeting and our dinner night, I couldn't shake off the uneasiness. This would be my first time attending a business meeting surrounded by powerful men in expensive suits. Sitting beside Michael, I felt a strain and pressure building within me, reminding myself to maintain professionalism.

In the meeting room, my trust in Michael became my anchor amidst the lustful gazes from some of the men present. Under the table, Michael's hand found its way to my thigh, a gesture meant to reassure and support me. As I was asked about the Power of Money, my nerves got the best of me, and I stuttered, shocked by the sudden tightness in my chest. Laughter filled the room, leaving me mortified, silently pleading for divine intervention.

"Mr. Ledford, is she your secretary? I believe you may have set the bar too low in choosing a secretary," one of the attendees mocked. Tears welled up in my eyes as I attempted to rise from my seat, but Michael held my wrist firmly, commanding me to remain seated.

"Ms. Monleon is the most diligent woman I've ever known, and she's new to this field. And you, Mr. Sebastian, aren't you tired of having your secretaries resign because they can't bear how you manage them?" Michael's retort carried a weight of insult and tension, further unsettling the atmosphere. I desperately wanted to avoid causing any further drama in the meeting.

"Respect for me means respect for my employees, and I am the head of this organization," Michael declared, his words echoing with authority.

"Mr. Ledford, if I were gone, this company would drown in debt..."

"You can leave the door open without me bothering you, Mr. Sebastian. I don't rely on your shares, and debt is just an excuse for people to buy shares in my company. Don't tell me you aren't pleased with the amount of money you're making because of my company, Mr. Sebastian..."

The businessmen present seemed shocked and struggled to find a response. The atmosphere grew tense as Michael sat next to me, his hand still on my thigh. I blushed, feeling both protected and vulnerable at the same time.

"With the meeting adjourned," Michael announced, leaving the room. Gathering my belongings, I hurriedly followed him.

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