Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
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Good afternoon, I politely address the receptionist. She responds with a mocking look.
“Mr. Gray can’t accept visitors,” she says, and I frown.
“Is he occupied?” I inquire, and she lets out a quiet sigh.
“Mr. Gray has an extremely busy agenda,” she replies dismissively, chuckling at my question.
“You still didn’t answer my question,” I respond, and she rolls her eyes.
“Nina!” I hear a voice call out, and I turn to see Niall entering. I greet him with a kiss on the cheek. “Did you come to see Alex?” he asks, and I nod. “Come on, I’ll take you to elevator,” he says, glancing at the secretary, who seems to be uncomfortably suppressing a reaction. I chuckle.
“Thanks for your assistance,” I say sarcastically as I follow Niall.
“Do you know about that girl?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Alex slept with her, found out she was broke, and decided to hire her. Now she’s a complete nightmare,” he jokes, causing me to frown. “Sorry, too much information,” he adds awkwardly.
“Niall, are you married?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “Oh, my mistake. I saw the ring.”
“This was my grandfather’s gift for my 24th birthday,” he explains, and I nod. There’s a moment of silence. “By the way, someone mentioned Alex is in a foul mood, so you might want to escape,” he jokes. I smile and shake my head.
“Alex is never in a bad mood,” I say, and he reacts with surprise.
“You must be joking,” he laughs. The elevator doors open, and Niall steps out, wishing me good luck.
As I reach Alex’s office floor, I hear shouting. I frown as I approach.
“Don’t make me look like an idiot, Jefferson! This board meeting is crucial, and everyone’s pay depends on it. Get yourself together, now!” I hear Alex yell, and an impeccably dressed man rushes from his office. I sigh and knock twice on Alex’s open door. “What the hell did you forget?” he barks. I choose to remain silent. “Are you mute now?” he asks, finally noticing me. “Oh, Baby. I’m so sorry; come in,” he says softly, getting up. I close the door as Alex attempts to greet me with a kiss, but I sidestep.
“Alex, you’re being a jerk,” I remark as I sit in the chair opposite his desk. He sighs and sits down. “You should really apologize to that poor guy,” I suggest, and he shakes his head.
“If you don’t assert yourself, they won’t take you seriously,” he retorts, raising his eyebrows.
“Alex, they’re adults capable of understanding and following directions,” I reply with a laugh. He scoffs at me.
“Sweetheart, I’m having a rough day,” he huffs. “I don’t need more stress on my plate.”
“But I’m trying to help you,” I murmur. He raises his hand signaling me to stop, and I comply.
An awkward silence hangs between us. I gently crawl closer, parting his legs, and caressing his thighs. He looks at me and swallows hard.
Does daddy need his baby to take all his stress away? – I ask, caressing his thighs and moving my ass. I unbuckle his belt and pants and pull them down. – Yes, Daddy?
Yes, love, that’s just what I need- he whispers excitedly.
Then I start kissing from his thighs to his body, and as soon as I kiss the latter I see how his skin prickles and his eyes close. His jaw was already starting to tense and his head leaned back a little.
I pull down his boxers and begin to caress his cock with my hands lightly.
I’m going to take every drop of stress out of you, Daddy, I promise- I say in my innocent voice.
That voice that Alex loved, he makes a sound in his throat and I lick his tip of his cock.
Oh, yes- he moans lightly.
So I put is cock in my mouth and I caress the rest with my hands. Alex places one of his hands on my ass and the other on the back of my neck.
Shit yeah, baby. It feels good- he murmurs in a hoarse voice.
I begin to suck his cock into my mouth faster and as the speed increases, so do Alex’s grunts and moans.
Alex cursed every half second and he squeezed my ass with his hands, sometimes giving it a few slaps. As soon as Alex’s body tensed up I started sucking even faster, till he cum in my mouth and face.
I pull away, looking at him-his jaw tight, eyes shut, hair disheveled, and breathing heavy. This man is breathtaking. He quickly straightens himself out and extends his hand, which I take to stand.
In an instant, Alex brings me down onto his lap.
“You have no idea how much I cherish you,” he whispers, stroking my legs. “And I’m so lucky to have you as my girlfriend,” he adds, raising brows in surprise.
“I’m not your girlfriend,” I clarify, and he frowns.
“Yes, you are,” he insists, shaking his head.
“No, I’m not,” I counter, and he laughs lightly.
“Of course, you are,” he repeats, confusion etched on his face.
“Why?” I ask, amused.
“You’re not my girlfriend yet?” he asked, clearly puzzled, and I nod.
“Shouldn’t you have asked me first?” I say with a hint of sarcasm. His head tilts in thought.
“Should I formally ask you to be my girlfriend?” he inquires, to which I nod emphatically-“Since when is that a requirement?” he jokes, shrugging. I laugh again.
“In high school, a guy who slept with a girl more than three times without sleeping with someone else called her his girlfriend,” he explains, and I can’t hold back my laughter.
“You were such a fool!” I exclaim, still chuckling. Once I calm down, I meet his gaze directly. “How many girlfriends have you had?”
He exhales, “So far?” I nod. “Honestly? No idea,” he admits, and I roll my eyes.
“Don’t do that,” he chides, exhaling dramatically.
“I’d estimate… 30? Maybe more,” he laughs incredulously.
“I hope you haven’t given me a disease,” I joke, crossing myself. He chuckles and puts an arm around my waist.