BEGUILED

CHAPTER 3

Mashaba Senior has summoned me to his home office. We have some kind of connection. He was a guest lecturer in my university and on one of his visits, I somehow impressed him with one of the ideas I was working on. That’s how I scored myself a once in a lifetime internship with Mashaba Industries. I even worked at their overseas branch for 6 months. Then got transferred to Mashaba Entertainment. Musongaka always made his PA’s quit within a month of working for him because of his attitude, his bossiness and personality as a whole. After his 8th PA in two months quit, his father decided to send me there because of my “spunk”. Load of crap if you ask me.

“My dear, I’m glad you could make it.” Mr. Mashaba senior hugs me as soon as I enter his lounge. He is that type. Affectionate and kind. A total opposite of his son.
“Not like I had a choice or anything.” I tease and he laughs before leading us to a couch. One of the helpers bring some cakes with juice and I thank her. “So what brings me here?”

“No time for small talk? Is Muso overworking you that much?” I laugh and shake my head.
“He knows I can walk away at any moment if he starts treating me like his previous girls.”

He smiles and nods. “One of the reason why I like you.” But not good enough to date your son, neh? “I don’t know if you have heard, but Pierce ditched me and I am practically stranded.” I roll my eyes. Him and the theatrics though.

“He didn’t ditch you. He is turning 70 next month. He was bound to retire sooner rather than later. It’s no big deal.”
“It is if I have no one to fill his shoes with except for one particular young lady who I know will refuse me.”

Ayy lomkhulu. “You put me in Mashaba Entertainment (ME) for a reason. What has changed now?”
“One, I need you; and two, I’m pretty sure we will find another no-nonsense lady to fill your shoes even though they are huge.”

“Dad, are you trying to steal my assistant right under my nose?” Musongaka walks in dressed casually. It is a Saturday after all. No wonder I got caught in his web. He is a sight sore for the eyes.

Mashaba Senior huffs. “I gave you Khethi and I can literally take her from you any time that I want. She is an employee of the Mashaba Empire. She can transfer to any department I want.” What he wants not what I want. Rich people and their self-centered ness.

“Let’s hear what she has to say for herself. It is her decision after all and you can’t force her.” Musongaka states as if he cares about what I want. They both turn to look at me. Literally putting me on the spotlight which is something I hate.

“Well the salary at Mashaba Industries (MI) is tempting and returning to do what I love can be a good change for me.” I answer carelessly while shrugging.

“So it’s about the money? If so, I will double your salary.” Muso responds and I chuckle. He will do anything to keep me closer to him except be with me outside the shadows.

“Ngaka, don’t do that. You know that if you hadn’t been an impossible boss, Khethi would be at MI as we speak, where she and her creative mind belongs. Now how about you go prepare for your date tonight? You still need to shave your head. Leave me and Khethi to decide on her future.”

Musongaka looks at me and tilts his head to the side. “Can I talk to you for a second?” I mentally roll my eyes as I stand up.
“I will be right back, sir.” I smile at Mashaba Senior before following Muso down the corridor. This house is built like a castle. With many rooms and vintage décor. You can get lost for days in here. Muso pushes me into a bathroom as soon as we reach his wing. He locks the door and literally carries me to the sink. I nearly squeal, but then I remember where I am. “What the fuck, Musongaka?” I frown at him and he scoffs before scratching his head.

“You are mine, Khethiwe. You are not going to leave me. I refuse.” He steps into my open legs and cups my cheeks with his hands. “No one is going to take you away from me. Not even my father.” Why is he so angry?

“I am just a PA and your sperms bucket. What is so special about me? I am not enough for you, right? So do the right thing and let me go before you get involved with the woman of your dreams.”

He ignores all that and just smashes his lips on mine. I respond aggressively to the kiss, biting him in the process, thinking he will stop but he doesn’t. Instead he deepens the kiss and that makes my anger slip away little by little. His hand lowers to circle my waist while the other sneaks under my skirt. Why did I decide to dress like a k-drama star in a 2 piece semi formal blazer and mini skirt? Now the asshole has easy access. His fingers brushes over my panties and I gasp. Fuck, he got me.

“All that arguing made you wet?” he doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, he kneels down and opens my legs widely before indulging on my cookie juices like a hungry lion. I place a hand over my mouth to quieten the moans but it’s futile because all the walls in this house are sound proofed. I feel my orgasm building from my toes and my whole body shake before I explode in his mouth. He licks me before standing up with his pants already on his ankles. He brings me closer to the edge of the sink and pushed his dick in me slowly inch by inch until I can feel it in my abdomen. Fuck.

“YOU. ARE. MINE.”

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I don’t have deep feelings for Musongaka. I swear I don’t. It's just that, you can’t help but fall for someone you have been fucking for almost two years. Yes, our relationship was strictly professional for the first four years but one night, we got locked up in an elevator for two hours in San Francisco. We were a bit tipsy and somehow one thing led to another. And here we are now. With me sitting on a table in the corner watching him enjoy dinner with his potential future Mrs. Mashaba. I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t asked me to come. I might now have a social life, but I do have a huge ass TV and a year supply of tequila in my house. I could’ve had a cozy night in instead of watching a man who fucked me a few hours ago flirt with his type.

“Is this seat taken?” a voice startles me and I look up to see this white handsome guy starring at me with a smile.
“I am kind of busy with work so…”
“On a Saturday evening? In this exclusive restaurant? And they say I am the workaholic one.” He chuckles before sitting down across me.

“I am here with my boss who is on a date. I am literally waiting for him to say he is bored and then we will leave.”
“A baby sitter for an adult man, huh? How about I keep you busy for the time being?” I look over to Musongaka’s table and I see him perking the woman’s lips. I am fuming inside but I manage to keep a straight face as I bend a little and take off my panties. I slide them over to the white stranger and give him a small smile.

“Well then, entertain me.” I stand up and head to the restroom. Not a minute later he walks in while I am looking at myself in the mirror.

He starts groping me and I pant with need to have him inside me. When he kneels and cups my butt, I shake my head. “No foreplay, lover boy. I am already wet.” He chuckles before standing up. He unbuckles his belt and a few moments later, he pushes my skirt up before bending me over and plunging into me in one move. Fuck. That’s hot. He doesn’t go easy on me.

He just goes hard and fast until I feel my legs shaking and cum all around his latex covered dick. He reaches around to pinch my clit mid orgasm and I scream, not caring who hears. As he finally cums, I also have my second orgasm that leaves me breathless. He lowers his strokes and finally pulls out. He fixes my skirt before ditching the condom and fixing his attire. He turns me around and kisses me.

“I am Hunter, by the way.”
“You sure do hunt.” I tease and walk out of the restroom. I don’t give him my name for a reason. That had to be the most mind blowing sex I have ever had but it ends there. I don’t want no drama.