Mercy

Chapter Six

She didn't have any weaknesses.

Of all the secretaries that he screwed, they always had that one weakness that he used to his advantage if they didn't respond to his advances. Whether it was something trivial or major, he dangled his financial success and wit over their heads like a carrot on a stick and snagged them.

But not her.

His vast amount of wealth didn't impress her at all nor was she intimidated by his presence, it was as if he were just a common nobody vying for her attention. As if she were a higher status than him, just as a queen acknowledges but ignores the peasant.

But that didn't deter him.

The more she ignored his advances the more he wanted to fuck her. It was so perplexing to him. Why did such a cold stiff woman rile him up so? He could have any woman in this building, yet he was vying for a woman who could care less about him or his money. Was it his pride that was injured because she was not impressed with his wealth? His ego to be able to bed any woman he so choose? Or was Zyporrah just simply a zebra among horses that he wanted to tame?

Because of Zyporrah, Ethan had somewhat doubted his philanderering skills in seducing women. It usually only took less than a few hours to bring every secretary he encountered on their knees with their panties in his hands, yet she continued to resist. Her legs didn't tremble in front of him but graciously sauntered and paraded around him. She didn't seem to bend nor break under pressure only to tower herself over him despite being six inches shorter. Her posture was poised, militant even whether she went, that always left Ethan gawking and licking him lips at the sight of her. But that all did not matter, she would be no different than the ones he seduced, bedded, and discarded. The more resisting she did the sweeter he knew she would taste.

He would find a way to have her in his bed, even if he had to dirty his hands. It wasn't the first time. His father always said 'Yes is yes and No is No, but with enough leverage No can always be Yes.'

Yes, he would taste and savor her sweet fruit until he was full of her.

Due to Joon's heavy schedule, their merger had to be put on hold until the next day as they were barely half way through negotiating the details, proceedings, and terms. Not that that had discouraged him, he had his laptop to keep up with his company and it had given him more time to find a way to bring Zyporrah's callous attitude into a meek one. He could be patient. He would have her in less than two days, before or after the merger he did not care.

As he walked out of Joon's office, he maneuvered his way towards Zyporrah's desk, stationing himself dead center in front of her as she continued to type on her keyboard.

"Please be sure to come at the same time tomorrow Mr. Niles, Mr. Mal-Chin does not approve of tardiness." Zyporrah stated as she continued to type unperturbed by his presence. "There is a cafeteria on the 5th floor if you are seeking nourishment, but the remainder of your meeting will continue tomorrow morning."

"In terms of nourishment, why don't you join me for lunch," Ethan said as he gazed at Zyporrah intently, fully appreciating her sense of fashion. "We might have the same taste in food."

Ceasing from her typing, Zyporrah knew that what Ethan asked wasn't a question at all but a command to follow him towards the depths of his debaucheries. He was a man who did not understand the meaning of the word no, and seemed to focus more on the pleasures in life more than anything. As she turned towards him, looking up at his smirking face, she smiled politely.

"I appreciate the offer Mr. Niles but I can assure you, that we do not have the same tastes at all." Zyporrah responded. "I'm sure you will meet plenty of women in the cafeteria who share the same tastes as yourself."

"How can you be so sure?" Ethan asked, not going down without a fight though partly curious. "I'm sure our tastes would complement each other nicely. Delicious cuisine is all about experimentation and innovation."

Zyporrah cracked a grin. This man really thought that his subpar taste in pleasure could satisfy and sate her. She could easily see him tied down and on his knees. His annoying smug attitude replaced with an open mouth, an obedient and docile manner, imploring for release as she rested her feet on his chest. She wanted to shut his mouth badly. Why did he even think she would want to bore herself with him?

If only he had not been Joon's client, there might have been a very slim chance she would string him along until he gave up. No one had ever succeeded in bedding her, and she knew all the floors who placed the bets. No, as much as she wanted him begging and groveling at her feet, she had others who would satisfy her just fine. He was just nothing more than a fraternizing annoyance. Everyone that walked into Joon's office seemed to be.

"As tempting as you think your offer seems to be, I will have to decline," Zyporrah affirmed and then proceeded to type once again. "Please enjoy the rest of your day."

"Maybe tomorrow then," Ethan chuckled as he made his way towards the elevator. "See you tomorrow Miss. Hayes."

As Ethan made his way inside the summoned elevator, he grinned as he watched Zyporrah continued to type, fully focuding on her task at hand. He had seen the glimmer of a grin on her face. Her façade was slowly breaking under his charismatic charm. He knew he would bed her in time.

"You'll be mine soon."

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