"Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you? About how absolutely breathtaking you are? About how beautiful you look on those pretty little knees of yours?" "You'd think you'd keep these comments to yourself, Mr. Malfoy, especially with your wife on the other side of the door." - in which Draco Malfoy grows affectionate for his assistant, Annabelle Moore, despite being married to Astoria Greengrass. - TOP RATINGS: #1 in Tom #1 in Tom Felton #4 in Mature #17 in Spicy #25 in Slytherin #50 in Draco Malfoy #51 in Draco

THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! FULL CREDITS GO TO ROMANSHOME ON WATTPAD (she has now deleted her account) "Mr. Malfoy-" "Call me Draco. Please-say it." His tone was still even, unwavering. Piercing blue eyes bored down at her as he casually sipped on his black-cherry colored wine, a certain glint flickering into his hues as he slowly licked his lips. "Go on. Say it." With a thick swallow, she caved in. "Draco." The sound of her sweet, airy voice uttering his name was far more of a gift than the heavens raining down onto him. Setting the wine cup down stiffly, he realized the way she spoke his name was far more promising to get him drunk than the alcohol. After all, she was his drug. The only problem was that he was her boyfriend's father... [ Contains Mature Scenes, Sexual Content, Foul Language, Toxic Behavior, Cheating]