CEO's Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛᴀʀʏ

☾︎𝖳𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋❣︎

~Daryian~

I dropped Lucille at her mansion, walked her up to her porch—I didn't feel like leaving just yet.

We're such clingy teenagers.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest." Lucille said, stroking over my hair fondly.

I nodded. "You too, and one more thing. Don't let that old asshole touch you wrongly." I reminded, still feeling my blood boil at the image.

She blinked her eyes in assurance, squeezing our entwined hands then leaned up to kiss my lips.

I welcomed her with my arms around her waist, going over her back so I had one hand cupping her neck and another trailing down her frock, feeling over her soft thighs.

Her palms laid flat over my chest as our kiss became rough, I could feel her shuddering as my hand squeezed her thigh and went around the base of her panties.

She abruptly pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as our foreheads rested together.

"We can't, baby. We have work tomorrow."

I pouted, my hand still under her dress. "But you said I could continue it later."

Stroking her thumbs over my cheeks, she softly pecked my lips once more.

"I know, sugar. But we have an important meeting. I promise if the meeting goes well, we'll have our time. Without any disturbance." She promised.

I nodded defeatedly, and let go of her. But not before cupping the side of her neck to pull her close for another kiss on her mouth.

"I love you." She whispered, kissing my cheek. "Drive safe."

"I love you too, and I will."

With one last peck, I hopped back in the car and waved at her through the window then drove out of her property.

✿︎☾︎✿︎☾︎✿︎

The meeting went expectedly well, no one had made any mistakes and the team turned out to be really impressive on their job. The project could now officially begin its process.

Though Mr. Herraño kept throwing me this dirty look throughout the meeting, but thankfully, he didn't instigate anything or try to touch Lucille.

Lucille didn't need to bid him farewell all the way down so after the meeting, we went straight to her office.

On my way there, I spotted Elena looking my way apologetically.

The previous day, we had an argument.

I told her that Lucille might have been like that before—and I was thankful for her concerns—but now she's a complete different person. At least she tried to be different with me.

Elena still had her worries for me but she promised she'd believe me. I was glad we could sort out our dilemma, I didn't want to lose a friend.

But she still had this lingering look of disapproval plastered across her face whenever I was with Lucille.

Now it was her matter to deal with, I can't help her with that sadly.

Lucille turned off the blind folds to her office and I felt the familiar giddy bounces in my stomach as she clicked her tongue, getting rid of her heels then her suit jacket.

She was being deliberately seductive while removing piece by piece of her clothing, causing my heartbeat to quicken, almost pounding in my ears.

She finally stopped with only her tank top and panties on, standing inches from me and I was short in breath, panting without even touching her or having her touch me.