𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐗𝐈𝐈

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I stared down at the contract I was yet to sign. I had no doubts or reasoning why not to, yet I was nervous. I wasn't sure of the things he'd make me do. Though at the same time, I felt excited. I read through the checked boxes, making sure I still wanted what I had filled out before.

I looked up to see Clay with his arms crossed, leaning against the door as he studied me with his eyes.

"Do you want a pen?"

I nodded as he smirked and walked behind his desk. I admired the room, noticing we had similar taste as I had admired his office in the club as well. He handed me the pen and I sat down onto the cushioned armchair at my feet.

He watched intensely as I scribbled a signature onto the sheet of paper, the inside of my cheek between my teeth.

I slid the paper across the table and leaned back into the chair. He smirked at me, yet it slowly faltered at his next words, "You're able to cancel anytime, Valentina. If you don't want to continue at any point because you don't find an interest in it, tell me. Understand?"

I nodded as he raised a brow. "Yes, sir."

He licked his lower lip and retrieved the pen. I watched as he signed the bottom of the contract and slid it into the drawer on his right. He strode around the edge of the desk before meeting at the chair and I stood up, leaning against the table as I met him in front of me.

I darted my eyes to his broad shoulders before letting them fall lower, reaching his groin. I mentally decided to test him, see what he'd do if I stepped out of line.

"Are you excited now, sir?" I softened my voice and brought the tip of my finger to his chest, slowly trailing it lower until it got to his belt. "You might want to be careful, don't want to get too distracted while we get ready for Ares." My finger hooked into his belt before I turned my hand and lowered my palm to his groin.

He reached for my wrist and pulled it away, daring me to do more with the narrowed look of his eyes.

My free hand reached to palm him, and before I knew it, I was turned and bent over the desk. "Don't forget who's in charge now, Valentina," he said, as I felt his well-built torso brush against my back. "I don't tolerate attitude."

"Oh, I'm sure you don't, Mr. Romero," I taunted. "Don't want to feel too intimid—"

A harsh stinging on my ass cut me off as I gasped, the thin material of my shorts not much of a barrier between his hand and my skin. "You wanna keep going?"

I didn't respond as he spoke before I could, his breath on my ear and his voice stern, "Don't test me, Valentina. It won't end well for you." I rested my arms at my sides as the warmth of his chest drifted when he stood. "Though, you've been a little brat recently, haven't you?" I didn't know what to say as he paused, "Hm?"