Staring At The Clouds

Chapter Thirty- Oh Dear

Chyna's POV

It was only three days and I already didn't like him. In fact I think many of us hate the man's attitude towards his subordinates.

Not only was he egocentric but he was also a fucking workaholic and control freak. It was his way or the highway.

The only thing he needed was a wip.

We were all under the fire coming from his hands, his overtime not one you chose to work. It was demanded. If the dragon could stop using from breathing he would.

"Ugh! The fucking bastard!" Sasha yelled as she entered my office. I stared at her because it was really odd for her to stay beyond two o'clock.

Her photo shoots are usually at three thirty.

"Pardon my language Lyn" she apologized and I stared at the work load before me before my gaze fell on her. I smiled.

Why would she apologize for a beautiful description?

"No dear, go on it is always good to vent" I stated sweetly because this man had wrecked my nerve for the past few days.

"Would you believe after all the task he has given us Chyna he wants us to create a new project?" she stated and the smile fell off my face instantly.

Create a new what?!

"What?!" I asked as I stood, my palms slammed to the desk.

"He wasn't satisfied!" She growled, her hand formed into fist.

"I looked sleep over that thing what the hell could he not be satisfied about?!" I yelled as I wanted to punch something so badly.

"I gave up time and my fucking career for this damn project! I lost so much money" she was on the verge to scream.

I could see it.

"Damn it, Mrs Smith was such a reasonable woman" I groaned, a heavy beat forming in my temples.

Well hello migraine.

"Fucking piece of sjit! Ugh!" She yelled.

"Oh I'm giving him my mind!" I fumed, Sasha grabbing my hand the moment I was at the door.

"Chyna you have a temper this could..."

"I've had enough of his shit, enough is enough" I fumed as I stormed off regardless.

*****

"Seems like you have been shitting through your damn brain!" I fumed as I made my way over to his secretary.

Request to speak with him he says. Mrs Smith wasn't even like that, age was always ready to listen.

Her desk was empty, the blood within me boiling instantly. You must be fucking kidding me.

What am to do, make the request to and empty chair?

Was this man even serious?

"Um, where is Camila?" I asked a man going by, a thick pile of papers in his hands. He looked angry and didn't know you could tie eyebrows like laces until now

"Ask the man wrecking our nerves, he probably worked the poor girl to death" he hissed and now I knew that we all sang the same tune.

Poor Camila.

Damn it. He was driving us all nuts.

Like a maf woman I marched in, both my fist clenched in range. I was always the girl to speak my mind.

I made my way over to his door and before I could enter the moans coming from the office stopped me. What the hell?

If I didn't know better that sounded like...

I hesitated, my eyes all over the place before I move a bit closer.

I froze, the door ajar and there was my boss seated on the table with his wife on her knees. Her hands messaged the front of his pants as she bit her lip.

"I really have to get some work done" he groaned, his male parts now at the mercy of her hands.

She kissed his tip.

"You have been working for the past few days, relax" she begged, my fingers on the wall as I gazed.

He blocked his hips, his manhood now in her mouth and she looked as though she was smiling. Her eyes were fully fixed on her husband.

While I was not having sex I knew what a man getting his shaft clean looked and sound like. I bit my lip.

Oh dear, what did I just walk into?

My legs felt like jelly immediately. His sounds of pleasure heightened my curiosity of sex even though I feared it greatly.

Oh.

He kept tugging her hair, his strange sounds combine with her causing me t move closer. I looked behind me but the good thing is his office was in a discreet and shielded location.

Makes me wonder, did he reconstruct this way on purpose? For private moments such as this one?

His body shook, his wife not moving but he pulled her up roughly only to have her on his desk where he stood before her. His lips fell to her neck but when his eyes fell on my I froze.

Gracious fuck.

Ha, ha. So much for being hot tempered right?

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