Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary

Tega

My heart rate is not ruffled because of lack of oxygen after strangling it. And now I'm sitting limp next to the man who last night made me lose my virginity. I didn't think it would end up like this. It was as if he had no conscience at all.

“Cecilia, I've given you a chance.”

I'm really scared. I couldn't run anymore after being caught off guard by him. All I can do is play. Yeah, back to the show to survive Jackson. Because if you don't, I'm finished here.

Then I pulled all my sadness, I remembered the last night that had torn my soul. Until the feeling of tightness again comes to envelop this entire niche of the heart. I was crying in front of him.

I shed tears while putting on the saddest face I could. It was as if holding her accountable for last night's events that had claimed my virginity. I want Jackson to be mine. I begged for love for him. Even if it's just pretend, let me relinquish the origin of her safety.

"Sir, you have thought of me." I cried sobbing in front of him. "I won't give any videos, photos or anything to the mistress. I'm just afraid he'd hurt me if I didn't see him." I'm theatrical.

"After the deal?" the question was brief with a sharp glare that was drawing towards me.

"Yes. I'm confused right now. You're all I have. But I realized that we can't always be together. So I decided to meet him." I humbled myself in front of him.

I saw him turn his eyes away from me, then come back smiling cynically at me. Maybe he can't trust me anymore. I had to think quickly, how to convince her. I then attached this body to him.

"Master, I've given you my virginity. Is that not proof yet that I'm on your side?" tanyaku.

He looked at me sharply.

"I'm just afraid the madam is using other means to hurt me. That'sthat's all. You don't exist. Then what do I do other than meet her so she doesn't suspect that I'm on your side?"

Again and again I put together a word to trick Jackson. I feel sick of myself. I hate this situation.

Jackson was silent. He called his driver. I don't know what's on his mind right now, he asked his driver to drive a car somewhere. Which I never seem to have visited before. Because of the name alone it feels less familiar.

"Sir, I love you ...."

I put my head on his chest. It's up to him to think if I'm safe. I buried my face in his chest while hugging him from the side. And I see she's just quiet, not doing anything to me. Like nothing happened before. However, I can hear if his heart rate starts to stabilize. He doesn't seem to be angry with me anymore.

Whether true or not, I did not want to quickly draw conclusions about his attitude, before being proven myself. He's made me misjudge so many times that I don't want it to happen again.

Some time later...

I arrived at an island off the edge of town. Don't know what island, but I don't think I've been here before. We took a private cruise to get here. And while crossing over, my nausea was no longer bearable. So I'm just busy with myself. And now I just got to a place like a club. Right or not, I tried to just go in to see the situation inside.

We passed through a door. Where after the door is opened is like a closed room corridor that resembles a hotel corridor. Where the door of the room is along the corridor and neatly arranged. But, Jackson just kept walking to the very end of the room. And when we entered the room, it turned out to have sat a few people in it. And I heard one of them say Jackson's name.

"Mr Jackson, did your tumben come here?"

A middle-aged man welcomed Jackson's arrival this afternoon. His age looks not much different from Hadden, maybe about forty-two years and up in a business uniform like a rich boss.

Jackson then chatted for a while. They discussed the business that Jackson acquired for a trillion dollars. I kept him on the side. I stood behind him while listening to the conversation that was happening. As always, this is the job of a personal assistant. And I did it again.

"Next to comes a good dancer, Mr. Jackson."

Finally after a long time talking about the acquisition business, the man next to Jackson said to him. Like giving a code to hire a dancer this afternoon. And I don't know how long I've been waiting for their conversation, it feels like my legs are sore.

Jackson then smiled at the man, he then turned to me. "Cecilia, can you dance?" askinya.

I felt like Jackson was weird today. I can't answer no. I made him very angry with me. As a teaser, you can do anything as long as you get the money. But I really can't believe Jackson asked me to dance in front of his friend. Especially in front of the other guy I just met. So my mind draws a conclusion if Jackson...

He wants to expose me?

There's nothing else I'm thinking about besides that. Jackson seemed to want to expose me in the presence of this city's big boss. I gulped when I realized what he was going to do to me. I can't stop thinking if he wants me to show my curves in front of a man other than him. It was as if he no longer had a conscience.

"Cecilia, dance for us" he said, which suddenly made me realize how evil he was to me.

"Good, Sir."

I can only then agree. Get out of the room and change clothes. I wore a sleeveless dress with both thighs open, to ease my dance movements in front of them. I got this dress from the club guard. It turns out this place is indeed very secret but complete provide anything.

Today I was exposed to him. And I'll show you my sexiness in front of the other big bosses. In front of him too, in the presence of a man who had dared me last night.

"Mr Jackson." I walked back into the room with the open dress on my arms, shoulders and thighs.

"Wow! It turns out Mr. Jackson's secretary is beautiful." One of the men praised me.

I smile. I saw Jackson turn on his cigarette butt. He looked at me with a stare. At that moment it felt like crying. But I think I'm doing whatever. I was already wet, so I could only obey all her wishes.

I started dancing in front of him and his friends. I dance like a striptease dancer who seduces lust. I no longer care who this self is as long as my life survives its entanglement.