I come back from my thoughts when I hear my phone vibrating. Whoever is calling is lucky because I was truly lost in my thoughts. I check my phone and see it's Alex and the smile on my face disappears as I realize something with him calling. He also got me a laptop and wished for me to use it. Mr. Jason will not allow me to use the one Alex gave me, and I have already accepted it from Alex. I don't need two laptops; I wonder what I am going to do. I will think about that later. Now I need to answer Alex's call.
"Hello, beautiful," Alex says once I answer, and a blush creeps on my cheeks because of his words, "You asked me to call you. What's up."
"Hi, I thought something was wrong with the laptop, but it's fine. I figured it out" I lie because the truth is I thought you bought me two laptops by mistake but realized my boss did. To top it off, I can't use the laptop you bought and gave me sweetly because Mr. Jason is practically forcing me to use the one he gave me.
I am waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive at the venue for the dinner ball. I am wearing a beautiful nude gradient tulle dress embellished with flowery silky appliques and a sweeping V-neck, bearing a high slit that cumulates towards the side. Even though Vivienne picked out the dress for me, it's still something I would have chosen. I didn't have time to spare during the week to go shopping for the dress, and Mr. Jason only needed her approval for me to wear it.I don't wait long before Mr. Jason arrives. I am waiting for him in front of the ballroom. I see him walking into the corridor where the ballroom is, and like always, he looks dashing. He is wearing a black tuxedo, and with every step he takes, I get more enchanted with his handsomeness. Once he is in front of me, I am blown away by how gorgeous he looks."Come with me," He says through gritted teeth. He grabs my arm roughly and pulls me into a room. Why is he behaving like this? Did I do anything wrong? My d
I was frozen on my knees as I watched Mr. Jason continue to hold the belt in his hands. I could not believe what was about to happen to me. And here I was days ago saying he is all bark and no actions. I am starting to feel Mr. Jason read my mind that day and finally decided to show me what happens when I disobey him."I think a belt is too soon. I will just use my hand," He says, throwing the belt across the room. I don't know if I should be happy he threw the belt away when he still said he would use his hand. "Come closer," He says again. I turn back to the door to try and force it open. "As I said before, that is useless. So come here," He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the bed.He makes me kneel in front of him as he sits down at the edge of the bed. He moves me to his side and takes me across his leg. I feel my dress lifted up as breeze touches my ass. Tears start to flow down as I feel his hand on my back, holding me down. He moves his hand to my waist
It’s been a few days since that horrible incident between Mr. Jason and I. The night I left Mr. Jason’s apartment, he called my phone so many times that night I was worried he would follow me home. He stopped calling once I switched off my phone and I have not switched it back on in three days.Once I arrived home I was so lucky Uncle Jack was not around so he did not see me come in with my tear stained face or hear me crying in the shower. I don’t think I’ve ever cried like this before in my life. I cried about the fact that I loved his hands on my ass before the spanking became painful. I cried because my ass hurt. I cried because Mr. Jason is my boss and he spanked me. I cried about how he is making my life a living hell. I basically cried about everything related to Mr. Jason.I am thinking about leaving the company even though my body loves Mr. Jason’s hands on it, it does not make what he did right. I won’t lie, that night made
I run out of the car once we arrive at the hospital. I walk into the lobby and quickly walk to the front desk to ask about Uncle Jack.“Please, I am here to see Jackson James,” I say to the woman at the front desk wearing a nurse uniform.“He is still in surgery. You can wait in there,” She says, pointing to the door by her left.“Why is he in surgery? What happened to him?”“He was shot,” The nurse says,I feel my legs suddenly give out that I have to use the desk to stop myself from falling. I don’t want to believe her words.“Shot, He was shot? How? Why? How” I ask the nurse multiple times because I don’t understand why my Uncle was shot.“I don’t know why my dear, but the doctors are doing everything they can to save him.”“Why would someone shoot my Uncle? Why?” I ask no one, in particular, this time. I feel someone wrap t
Work was a bit stressful today. I had a lot of things to catch up on because of the two weeks leave. Vivienne was supposed to help me with most of my workload while I was away, but not surprisingly, she didn’t. I switch off all the applications on my computer and shut it down. I pick up my purse and walk to the elevator. I walk outside to find a cab home once I get to the ground floor.I am looking for a cab in the streets when Mr. Jason pulls up in front of me. I know it’s him because of the car.“Hello, sir,” I say once he rolls down the window.“Get in”“Thank you, sir,” I say, entering the car.“Are you going to the hospital?” He asks once I put on my seatbelt“Yes, I am” I wonder how he knows I am going to the hospital.“No problem, I will take you there and tomorrow don’t come to work. I will pick you up to go shopping,” He says, driving.
It's been a few hours since we arrived at Mr. Jason's grandmother's party. When we arrived, Mr. Jason did something very unusual. He introduced me to his grandmother. I was able to find out that she is his maternal grandmother, and she hates me, or so I think. I am not sure. When Mr. Jason introduced me to her as his secretary, the way she looked at me told me she does not like me, but I might be wrong.I am at the bar, drinking alone as always when I escort Mr. Jason to parties. I wonder why he even brings me along. I always run away from him once I get the chance to and end up spending the whole evening at the bar. I actually don't mind following him since there are always open bars at these events he takes me to.I am reading a novel on my phone when someone interrupts me by tapping on my shoulder. I turn around, and it's Mr. Jason's grandmother."Hi," I say, standing up to meet her."Come with me," She says, leading the way. I follow after her, wonder
I am getting ready with Amber for a party on Mr. Crawford's yacht. These rich people have a lot of parties. I can't remember the last time I spent my weekend at home. Mr. Jason is always taking me for one party to another. I asked Amber to escort me tonight to the party. I felt it would be nice to be with someone I know and get along with at these parties for once.We are waiting for Mr. Jason to arrive as we get ready. Mr. Jason is taking us to the party and why he chose to go to the party with me is a mystery. I am putting on my earrings when I hear a car honking outside. Mr. Jason must be here. I quickly check myself in the mirror before I walk out of my room to join Amber, waiting by the door so we can leave. Amber is wearing a princess-cut deep v neckline dress of embroidered tulle in shades of blue.We walk outside and find Mr. Jason standing beside his car, waiting for us. As I walk closer to him, he checks me out from head to toe. The dress I am wearing was not
On Monday, I went to work with a thousand thoughts in my mind. I’m wondering how things are going to be now after what happened on Saturday. That night after Mr. Crawford and I left the room. I avoided him the whole night. I even left the place before him so he wouldn't have to take me home. I planned to call in sick today, but I knew he would know it was because we kissed during the weekend. My decision to not be with him still stands. I won't lie. I enjoyed the kiss and would want him to kiss me again, but it does not change the fact that Mr. Crawford hurt me, and one kiss will not make that change. I’m walking out of his office after placing his coffee on his desk. I was so happy when I came in and didn't see him. Maybe he had an early morning meeting or is running late. I doubt he’s late because he never is. I’m about to step out of his office when someone grabs my hand. The person pulls me close to them, and my nose gets hit by his intoxicating cologne. His scent is divine. Befo