𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙎𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 // 𝙇. 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣

𝐂𝐇. 𝟔: 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝗔𝗰𝘁 𝟭, 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲: 𝗕𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀

Hange: How's seducing the big bossman going?

You: I mean it's going well, but I can't help but feel a smidge guilty. He is married after all

Hange: that's the excitement of it all tho! U know how many married men and women I've slept with? It's a fuckin adrenaline rush, and ur messing with one of the biggest and richest CEOs in the city hell even the world

You: I'm supposed to be heading to his estate to accompany him to some meetings as well as assist him with his needs

Hange: wear black lace and garter stockings😏 love ya I'm about to go snort some coke and lose my fuckin mind lol byeeeee

You sighed and shook your head as you put your phone down, looking out of the window of the black town car that smoothly slid into the driveway of the large estate. Though you had been to Mr. Ackerman's estate many times since you became his assistant, you couldn't help to marvel at the large, luxurious home.

Mr. Ackerman was exiting the house as the car pulled around. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his tie draped around his collar, untied, and he was talking on the phone to one of his colleagues presumably. Some of his hair was fraying out at the front and he looked slightly irritated.

He was speaking very harshly, his jaw clenching as he listened to whoever was on the other end, his cold, grey eyes blazing with irritation. You could hear a bit of his Underground accent coming out when he spoke, his lips moving in a cool yet stern manner.

As you squeezed your thighs together to ease the throbbing feeling between your legs, it reminded you of how glad you were that you had worn black lace lingerie with matching black garter stockings under your skirt.

"What a fuckin' joke..." You heard him speak outside the car before he sighed deeply and entered the vehicle.

"Good morning, Mr. Ackerman. Scotch?" You asked, holding up a glass of brown liquor. He leaned back, wordlessly taking the glass from you and downing it.

"Good morning, Ms. L/n. How was your morning?" He asked as the driver began to pull off. Before you could speak you glanced out of the window, seeing a flash of a woman in a robe standing at a window on one of the upper floors, staring blankly at the car as it passed.

"It was...decent. Yours seemed the latter," you spoke as he scoffed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"You wouldn't know the half of it! The idiots at the office act like they can't do anything without me, my phone's been ringing off the hook since 7 this morning..." as you listened you glanced down, noticing his hand beginning to form into a fist, squeezing to where his knuckles began to turn white.

"...and not to mention the shit I get from Petra is-"

"You're shaking," you spoke simply as Mr. Ackerman looked down at your hands that were encasing his balled-up fist that was inherently shaking. He sighed, pushing his hair back with his other hand, then patting your hands softly.

"Apologies, Ms. L/n. I shouldn't be getting so worked up this early in the morning,"

"It's alright, plus," you reached forward and grabbed yourself a bottle of water.