Chapter five

I hate Mondays. It's as if the universe conspires against me from the moment I wake up. Today was no exception. I'm stuck in the middle of this infernal traffic, inside a taxi that barely moves. The clock keeps ticking, and anxiety takes over me.

I look at the clock on the taxi dashboard and calculate the lost time. Twenty minutes, at most. Twenty more minutes that separate me from the scolding I know awaits me at the company.

Finally, the taxi starts moving slowly, as if mocking my agony. But every lost second feels like an eternity. I look out the window, watching people hurriedly walking on the sidewalks, free from this torment on wheels.

Finally, I arrive at the company, twenty minutes late, as I feared. I take a deep breath before entering, preparing myself to face the consequences of my lateness.

Your boss is furious today, he asked me to tell you that he's waiting for you.

I'll go then - I shrugged.

Good luck.

I don't need it, Samantha!

I think you will today.

I smile at my new friend's words and leave my things at my desk.

Good morning, sir - I said as soon as I entered.

Miss, you're twenty minutes late. Know that I don't tolerate this.

You know I'm without a car and got stuck in traffic. Today is Monday, and...

I know what day of the week it is, and I don't want to hear the reason for your lateness.

Leave home earlier, so we can avoid having this conversation again.

Yes, sir.

On Saturday, I saw you leaving the nightclub with a young man. Did you know him?

No. Why?

Are you stupid or something? Don't you know it's dangerous to go out with strangers?

What I do outside your company is none of your business - I said, slightly raising my voice. - Is there anything else you need?

No, you may leave.

He actually called me stupid. The audacity of this man makes me furious. Who does he think he is to talk to me like that? I feel a wave of anger and resentment building up inside me. I hate every part of him and can't wait to see him destroyed.

That arrogant man has no right to treat me this way. I can't even express how much it infuriates me. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. Yes, I hate that man and everything he represents.

I can't allow him to stress me out so much and jeopardize all my plans for revenge. I need to stay calm and have a clear mind at all times.

What did he want?

To scold me for being twenty minutes late, can you believe it?

I told you he's worse today than any other day.

He's so stressed, something is missing in his life.

Sex! - We laughed together.

Can you stop chatting and start working? - Mr. Leonardo practically yelled and startled everyone.

What happened in this company today? It seems like everyone had a terrible weekend.

Ours, on the other hand, was perfect.

Wonderful!

Shh, we don't want to get attention again, do we?

God forbid him coming back.

Now tell me, how was it with the dark-haired guy?

It was one of the best sex experiences of my life - she said enthusiastically - he's a detective and took me to his house, handcuffed me to his bed, and tortured me in the most pleasurable way imaginable. I can't even remember how many times I climaxed, it was so intense.

Wow! Did you get his number?

No - she shrugged - I don't want to date or be with anyone.

Silly - I shook my head, smiling.

Lunchtime came, and unfortunately, I couldn't go. This idiot overloaded me with work, indirectly preventing me from getting something to eat. He's a real jerk. It's incredible how some people take pleasure in disrupting others' well-being. I'm hungry and frustrated, wishing he feels the same lack of consideration and understanding that he imposed on me. It's disappointing to deal with this kind of selfish and petty behavior in the workplace.

Just a few minutes ago, I received a call from him. On the other end of the line, he instructed me not to allow anyone to enter his office. No one, absolutely no one, is allowed in there, not even Mr. Leonardo. This order was delivered with such vehemence that it became clear to me that today his office is a restricted access area, and I must protect it. The responsibility falls on my shoulders, and I feel compelled to ensure that no one disrespects this instruction. Therefore, I will make sure to enforce this order with the utmost strictness, ensuring that no soul enters his office without proper authorization.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't enter Mr. Bennett's office - I said, standing up. The woman slowly turned her body and stared at me with fury in her eyes.

It's her, my enemy's wife.

Mr. Bennett's wife is a stunning woman. Her hair is light brown, and her eyes are the color of hazelnut. She has a slender body with subtle curves and an impressive stature.

She is the wife of my enemy.

Mr. Bennett's wife is a stunning woman. Her hair is light brown, and her eyes have the color of hazelnuts. She has a slender body with subtle curves and an impressive stature.

"I think you urgently need to buy a pair of glasses. Madam, she is your mother, not me. Do you know who I am? I am the wife of the man responsible for paying your salary. I don't need permission to talk to my husband."

I refuse to accept that wretch has traded my sister for that person. It is simply unacceptable. I understand that she is beautiful, tall, slim, and the highest-paid model in the country, but that doesn't justify anything.

I have followed her career for years, and from the moment I met her, I realized she had an irritating personality. She is so full of herself, always boasting about her looks and professional success. It's as if she thinks the world revolves around her, but I hope she knows that it's not the case.

She turned her back on me, and my heart sank into a mix of hatred and anger. Without hesitation, I started taking quick steps, determined to reach her before she disappeared into her husband's room. But unfortunately, I was not successful.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't stop her."

"Don't worry, you can leave."

"Excuse me."

My boss's mood is on a very high level today, prominently directing his anger and frustrations towards his wife. He is yelling at her, pounding the table vigorously. His wife starts matching his rhythm, becoming an integral part of this discordant dance. I wish I were just a fly, hidden in the shadows, witnessing this heated argument unfolding before my eyes. However, I hope no extreme harm befalls the couple. After all, death would be a punishment too lenient considering everything I have prepared for Alexander Will Bennett.

She leaves the room, stomping her feet on the floor, her face as red as a pepper, and she's seething with anger. This girl is one of those spoiled rich kids who were born with a silver spoon and don't know how to appreciate what truly matters. I'm not generalizing because I know there are wealthy people with a lot of humility, but she definitely isn't one of them.

I don't know if she harmed my sister in any way, but if she did, she will certainly face the consequences as well. I can't contain my outrage at the possibility of someone hurting my family. I will ensure that she learns her lesson, whatever the cost. No one messes with my loved ones with impunity.

I go to the cafeteria and prepare a chamomile tea for him. With the chamomile tea in hand, I make my way to his office. I knock softly on the door and, as soon as I receive permission to enter, I walk in with a warm smile on my face. I offer the tea kindly, describing how chamomile can help calm and relax.

Thank you, Sophia. This tea will truly help me relax.

You're welcome, sir. Just let me know if you need anything else.

I leave his office with the certainty that I have gained more points with my kindness and attentiveness. I am determined to make this man trust me blindly, no matter what it takes.

I know that trust is something that is built over time, but every small gesture counts. Every cup of tea, every carefully chosen word, every helpful attitude.

I will spare no effort to achieve this goal. Whether it's assisting him with his tasks, anticipating his needs, or maintaining absolute discretion, I will do whatever it takes to earn his complete trust.

Today was an extremely exhausting day at the company. The workload was overwhelming, but fortunately, I managed to handle everything. In the midst of this whirlwind, I managed to find some time to eat during work hours. If it depended on the arrogant Mr. Bennett, my stomach would surely be empty until now.

Samantha has already left. She always finishes her tasks first. I think Mr. Leonardo, her supervisor, is not as demanding or as mean as my boss. If it were the opposite, Samantha would still be here, struggling to complete her work.

I was packing my things when the landline phone rang.

Can you please come to my office? - he said as soon as I answered.

Of course.

What does he want this time? To give me more work or unload his remaining anger?

I apologize for what I said to you earlier - he spoke as soon as I entered his office.

You were very insensitive with your comment.

I'm sorry, I've been a little tense these days.

Problems with the company?

I wish that was the case - he sighed.

You need to relax a bit, would you like me to give you a massage?

No - he stuttered.

Don't get nervous, we wouldn't be doing anything wrong.

I know, but...

Just relax, okay?

I walked towards him with determination, feeling the energy pulsating in my veins. I stopped behind him, feeling his body react to the proximity of my presence.

With care and gentleness, I skillfully slid my hands across his body, removing his jacket with an almost imperceptible softness.

My fingers, now free from any barriers, began to trace gentle movements on his shoulders, tasked with relieving his tensions and worries. I felt the texture of his skin beneath my touches, absorbing every reaction, every sigh that escaped from his lips.

As my movements continued to caress his shoulders, I witnessed a gradual transformation in his posture. I felt the stiffness give way, as if the pressures of the outside world were slowly dissolving. A deep sigh escaped from his lips, signaling the relief that began to envelop his mind and body.

Is this good? - I whispered softly in his ear.

Very much so - he responded with his eyes closed.

I continued to caress him, letting my hands glide gently beneath his white dress shirt. The touch on his bare skin elicited a shiver that traveled through his entire body. I felt his breathing intensify, and his lips let out a soft, almost imperceptible moan. Every touch, every stroke, fueled the burning flame that grew within him. I could feel it.

Do you feel better?

Yes, thank you very much.

You're welcome. Whenever you need me, I'll be here. Don't forget, Mr. Bennett, I'm available twenty-four hours a day - I spoke, staring deeply into his eyes.