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

Unexpected

A few minutes later...

I arrived at the toilet door and wanted to get in. But, suddenly my hand was holding him down violently.

"Aw! Release!"

I turned to see who was holding my hand. And it turns out, a guy I used to be a fag, Arka Cyrano. He was a boss at one of the national companies in the city. He dragged me roughly, into a room like a mini karaoke.

"We will finally meet again!"

His face looks vengeful to me. The smell of alcohol from his mouth can also be clearly smelled in this nose. And I'll make sure he's drunk.

"Fuckin' woman!"

Suddenly my cheek was hot, like it was burning. I fell on the floor and hit it hard. Moments later I realized he was slapping my cheek.

Goddamnit!

She scolded me in the room, insulted me with dirty words. I couldn't escape either because he was near the door. He would have strangled me if he dared to break outside. And no one will know.

"Still dare you disguise yourself, Fox Woman!"

It seems like he's a grudge because I've managed to trick him in the past. Making him lose his affair, divorce with his wife, even his property must be divided in half with his ex-wife. Maybe now he wants to hold me accountable.

Why meet at a time like this?

He was furious at me and wanted to vent his anger by hitting me again. But, I acted immediately.

"Master Arka is also in room number four?!!" I asked, when I saw the planks of the goal room, while shouting loudly from inside, hoping that someone from outside would hear it.

"You!" He's very upset.

I'm standing. "Mr Arka, you'll be sorry for slapping my cheek" I told her.

He's getting fiery. "Little woman! I'll kill you tonight!" He threatened me.

I don't care about his words or his slap. In my brain right now there is only fear if Arka to divulge what happened to Jackson first. Jackson could have suspected me and that one billion dollars just vanished.

I have to secure it from Jackson.

I turned my brain around quickly, looking for a way to trick her. "Mr Arka, you slapped a woman's cheek at will. You can get a punishment for this!" I bully him.

"Why indeed? A cheap woman like you has no price in my eyes!" He said close to my face.

"Mr Arka, you will regret knowing who my master is now" I said again.

"Oh, huh?!" He grabbed my hair violently.

Argh! Goddamnit!

At once I held her hand, pretending to be in pain because my wig was about to come loose, pulled by her. I was afraid that my disguise this time would be exposed.

"Get your hands off! I'm Mr. Jackson Baldev's favorite now!" my threat.

"Jackson Baldev?" Instantly he regained consciousness and then released his hand on my wig.

"Yes. Try if you dare to hurt me again. You'll deal with him!" I threatened back.

He was silent, no longer hurting me. I don't know what he's thinking, I don't know. But he doesn't seem to believe me if I'm Jackson's favorite.

"You want to trick me again, Cecilia?" He probed.

I saw him swallow his saliva, like he was scared when he heard Jackson's name. I immediately tidied up the clothes and lipstick and went back to the room where Jackson was. I'll prove it to her if I'm Jackson's true darling.

Arriving in the room...

I went back with Arka to the room where Jackson was, eating with his friends. And I saw that he was no longer eating, but had already started his gambling game with the big bosses. I invited Arka to sit down and pour her tea. But, he threw it away immediately. He also scolded me with harsh words without caring if Jackson was here.

Gawat, this can be found out!

I don't really care what he says. I'm just worried that everything will be revealed. Arka is under the influence of alcohol so it cannot be controlled. I could see how Jackson was watching us. His gaze was so sharp that it led to me, like wanting to kill. However, as much as possible I was mediocre, as if nothing had happened.

"You know Cecilia, Mr Arka?" jackson asked Arka.

Jackson stopped his gambling game, letting his friends play without him. He immediately turned to us. I was afraid not to play. Fear of this disguise being exposed.

"Sa-I just know." Arka answered it.

"Known?" Jackson asked again, turning his head towards me who was standing by his side.

"Yes, just familiar but not familiar." Arka answered again.

Jackson scrunched his forehead. He was suspicious of me. He then asked why Arka could abuse me if there was no previous cause. I also answer if Arka is under the influence of alcohol so that it bounces.

"Maybe I look like his ex, sir," I replied as if.

Jackson turned his gaze toward Arka who was sitting beside him, after hearing the explanation from me. At once Arka was bowed like fear. Jackson decided to return to play. He said nothing after that.

Hah .. thankfully he trusted me more.

I feel so relieved. Almost my heart was broken for fear of being discovered.

I was still standing by his side, accompanying Jackson to play gambling. He eventually won four billion from the game. He then said to Arka, my target first.

“There is a proverb saying do not wake a sleeping tiger. What do you think of Mr Arka?” he asked casually to Arka.

I saw Arka surprised, but in the end he reminded Jackson to be careful of me. Jackson looked at me and I just smiled fakely.

Returning...

Not knowing how long I had been with her, it felt like my body was tired. And now I'm laying my back on the car seat. I let Jackson sit smoking in the steering wheel.

"You used to flirt with Arka?" his question that instantly made me flinch.

"Tu-lord?" Immediately I allowed my sitting position, upright facing towards him.

"There's no way he'd be rude if nothing happened before, right?" He turned his head towards me cynically then exhaled his cigarette smoke upwards.

I realized that Jackson asked me to be honest about what had happened between us before. I also had to rewrite this story to be safe.

"Past ...he once bothered me and I don't accept his treatment. So, let me report his behavior to his wife." I lie.

"So that's why he's divorced his wife?" Jackson turned his head again as he continued to smoke his cigarette butts.

"Maybe." I bowed, pretending to be sad in front of him.

He looked back. "Who else has you dealt with besides him?" Jackson is investigating.

"Nothing," I replied with still a sorrowful bow.

Target silent. Jackson just finished his cigarette butts and threw the cigarette butts out. He closed the windshield and started the engine without saying anything. And we finally drove to his apartment.