The romance between two people at work isn't a bad thing as long as they share the same feelings.
I remember that day, the day when I regretted being so flirtatious. Every time I was alone, thoughts of it consumed me, and I found myself searching for that person. Well, it wasn't entirely because I was naturally flirtatious. Can I really be held accountable if my personality leads me to seek him out?
Oh, when I was young, I constantly reassured myself that I would only give my virginity to the person I loved, saving it for marriage and an intimate honeymoon. But what went wrong?
And then it happened-I gave it to someone I knew was also flirtatious and experienced with women. I'm well aware of his reputation, but for some reason, I felt fortunate that he was the first man to share that moment with me. Thank you~
It's embarrassing because my friends often label me as another Maria Clara, and unfortunately, there's some truth to it. However, it's time to let go.
My private life is just that-private. I don't need to declare "I've finally given in." Who cares if others find out? It's my life, and their opinions no longer matter.
As long as it's me, the world seems chaotic because of that man.
"Monic, Sir Zack is calling you," Marinel said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at her intently.
Zack Bray Moore stands as one of the most formidable figures in the business world. It seems that no project eludes his grasp; his strategic thinking consistently breeds success. Beyond his professional prowess, his striking handsomeness captures the attention and hearts of many. His physique is envy-inducing, as if he were a divine gift. His captivating eyes hold an almost hypnotic quality, capable of transfixing anyone who gazes upon them. Added to his allure is immense wealth, an air of mystery, and a reputation as a Casanova. Even amid his seriousness, he somehow finds time to court women. Meanwhile, I serve as his secretary, burdened by the daily strain of his demanding work and words.
"Marinel, it's only 7:10 am, and I'm already being summoned," I sighed, fatigued from the extensive walking we undertook yesterday. It felt as though we traversed a multitude of destinations, yet in reality, we spent only thirty minutes in another international location. The whole ordeal was disorienting, compounded by boarding his private plane. He appeared to take delight in my struggles; a satisfaction I'd gladly withhold if he weren't my boss.
Marinel grinned, replying, "I'm just following orders," as if finding amusement in my predicament.
"Please, tell him I'm occupied," I pleaded, attempting to muster puppy-dog eyes.
"But, Monic, you know he won't wait for you to call back," Marinel responded, causing me to close my eyes and stomp in annoyance.
"I understand, I'll be there shortly," I acquiesced, my irritation evident.
"Go on, hurry up," she encouraged, to which I nodded. What more did he require?
Is there no respite in life? Must work begin at the crack of dawn?
After preparing, I promptly made my way to his office.
"Why, boss, are we off to yet another international conference meeting?" I quipped, infusing a sarcastic tone. His handsomeness had a tendency to distract, though I feigned indifference.
Had the circumstances been different, my feelings towards him wouldn't be tainted. Amid a world teeming with men, he stands as the heavenly exception.
Fine, I'll confess it-there's more to the story. He, that man, the one I met while intoxicated, lingers in my mind. However, it's vital to acknowledge that during that encounter, I remained steadfastly myself. His actions, particularly his caresses and passionate kisses, caused a stir. It's possible that his allure affects every woman, but I refuse to cower. It's him who should feel apprehensive, not me. After all, I am a woman, and he's the one responsible. He ought to bear the guilt for crossing that boundary.
"Well, I simply miss you," I admitted while seated on his sofa. He proceeded to close the windows and lock the door, leaving me inquisitive.
"Boss, what's going on?" I questioned, a hint of nervousness in my voice.
"Do you not remember anything?" he inquired, drawing closer. His demeanor seemed akin to a runway model, showcasing his striking handsomeness. I shook my head, gazing at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
Amid this uncertainty, one thing remains clear: I have no intention of repeating past mistakes. Regret lingers, and I don't wish to become another discarded name on his list of transient companions. Thus, I summon the courage to confront him.
"Boss, there's something I must tell you," I stated, noticing his triumphant smile.
"What is it?"
"Can you recall where we are? In the office?" I pressed.
"Yes?" he responded, a smile dancing on his lips.
"Boss, put an end to this. The last time was a mistake, driven by alcohol-induced recklessness. Spare my virginity," I spoke with an air of determination.
"Come now, you're partly responsible for this situation. Look," he said, gesturing toward his eyes.
"I've gone days without sleep, tormented by thoughts of that night. And you vanished, leaving me in a state of turmoil. Who wouldn't go mad?" I rolled my eyes, then playfully squeezed his nose.
"Put a stop to this. Why should we continue? I refuse to make another misstep. Indeed, I'm reserving myself for my Mr. Right," I declared, promptly standing and leaving his office. Marinel approached me, her presence pulling me back to reality.
"Are you okay?" she asked, observing my anger. If only that person understood the pain he'd caused me. Of course, I was hurting-how could I not be? Waking up the next morning, everything shattered, and he lay there soundly sleeping, oblivious to the wreckage he left behind. I didn't even know if he had a girlfriend or a wife. I, his secretary, was left to clean up the mess he created, disgusted with myself.
"I'm fine," I replied, making my way to my office and slumping onto the sofa. Frustration engulfed me, leading me to fall to the floor. What did he think of me? Just because I had shared an intimate moment with him, did he believe he could take liberties? Yet, we were not together. Our relationship remained confined to CEO and secretary. I closed my eyes as the sound of someone entering the room reached my ears, seeking solace from the turmoil within.
"Marinel, I'm tired. Please place whatever the boss needs on the table," I instructed. Marinel, one of my assistant secretaries, remained a constant reminder of a chapter that had only recently concluded. The memories still painfully fresh, the hurt remained raw. It felt as though I had been crushed beneath the weight of five trucks.
As I sat in silence, a hand suddenly intruded under my skirt. Swiftly, I pushed it away and turned to face the intruder.
My heart raced as I was met with Zack's presence.
"You can't leave me like that, Monic. I pursue what I want," he declared, a hint of anger tinging his words. His demeanor seemed to treat me like an object, a mere possession to acquire.
"Boss, this is completely wrong. Stop-wait! Don't do that. We're in the office," I protested, biting my lip in discomfort as he continued his advances. I tried to push him away, resisting his efforts.
"What's wrong with you? This isn't right. Ah, please, don't undress me. We're in the office," I exclaimed, halting his actions. Yet, his strength overpowered my protests.
"I don't care, Monic. Among all the girls, you're the one who torments me. You've cast a spell on me," he remarked, a smile gracing his lips as he placed my panties atop his head. Here I was, exposed, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
"Zack, won't you stop this?" I demanded, my tone reflecting my annoyance. Miraculously, his demeanor softened, his conscience perhaps awakening to his actions. His hand tenderly caressed my face as he leaned in, his lips finding mine. It was as if he was taming me, soothing my unease.
"Babe, please. Give in," he implored, his eyes reflecting a plea as he kissed me again. Resigned, I relented. What else could I do? Vulnerable and fragile, a tender surrender awaited. If he continued this sweetness, he would surely earn my affection. The panties on his head only added a whimsical touch to the absurdity of the situation, evoking another bout of laughter from me.
"Alright, but let's not linger here, Zack."
"Damn it, Monic. Call me Zack," he retorted, his annoyance evident as he prompted me to do away with formalities.
"Okay, Zack. But we shouldn't stay here. What if someone sees us? Can you imagine the rumors?" I inquired, suppressing a smile. He responded by biting his luscious lips, an alluring gesture that stoked my desire.
"I can't bear it any longer, babe. You've driven me mad for a week," he admitted, his hand finding mine as he led me towards the edge. My fiery resolve wavered under his passionate gaze.
"But it's against the rules," I whispered, my voice a mere murmur.
"Monic, this is my company. No one can stop me. I'll take care of you. Don't make a sound," he declared, his lips descending upon mine. A storm of desire raged within me, and I surrendered to the tempest of emotions. He guided me through a series of movements, removing his belt and pants with urgency.
His long sleeve was the next to be discarded, baring his chiseled physique. His gaze lingered upon me, and I reciprocated, taking in his beautiful body.
"Shall we continue this at home?" he proposed cheerfully, my blouse and bra meeting the same fate as his attire. He then pressed his lips against my skin, each touch electrifying.
"Zack, ahh," I sighed, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation coursing through me. The experience was unlike any other, a heady blend of emotions that left me yearning for more.
"Can I take the lead?" he asked, his enthusiasm evident. He removed my remaining clothing, leaving me exposed before him. His gaze lingered, and I felt a rush of vulnerability.
"Ah, Zack, let's proceed," I agreed, my voice a breathless whisper. We settled into a familiar embrace, his presence offering solace.
"Like it?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto mine. I nodded, a smile gracing my lips as I affirmed my satisfaction. He responded with a kiss, his lips molding to mine in a passionate dance.
"Let's intensify the pace, honey," I suggested, eager to explore the depths of our desires.
"Of course," he replied, his embrace tightening around me. We engaged in a fervent kiss, his hands expertly navigating my contours. His smile against my neck ignited a newfound fire within me.
"Damn it, babe. You're still so tight," he remarked, a mixture of awe and amusement evident in his voice. He tugged at my hair gently, further fueling the flames of passion. Each movement of his was a symphony of pleasure, an exquisite dance that left me craving more.
With every motion, every caress, he ignited my senses. Our lips met, fervent and insistent, a testament to the depths of our connection.
"Zack, I'm close," I whispered, the intensity building within me. He kissed me tenderly, his movements more deliberate, his touch more intense.
"Monic, I'm coming," he announced, his voice laden with urgency. Our lips met once more, our shared ecstasy igniting a cascade of emotions.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, we remained intertwined, our breaths in sync. His smile, a reflection of our shared intimacy, reassured me that the boundaries we crossed were worth it.
"Zack, are you done?" I whispered, my voice tinged with a mixture of contentment and curiosity.
He smiled, his gaze locking onto mine. "Not quite, baby," he replied, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Perhaps later," he continued, his playful tone causing me to chuckle. As we lay there, entwined and sated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness. Despite the unconventional circumstances, I had found solace in his arms.
It was a chapter of our story that would continue, an unspoken promise of more to come.
The existence of werewolves remains elusive. Videos and tangible proof validating their reality are conspicuously absent. Could they merely be the imaginative creations of ancient storytellers and writers of fiction from days of yore? Or do werewolves deliberately conceal their identities? According to legends, being a werewolf is considered a curse, forcing them to transform during a full moon. However, the reality is quite the opposite. Being a werewolf is, in fact, a blessing and a privilege. I never anticipated becoming a part of this closely guarded lineage. I am Eliana Leticia De Vera, often referred to as She. Born and raised in the provinces, my parents sent me to Metro Manila for an education to escape poverty. It was there that I met Gwenevere Eriksson, a remarkable friend with a mixed Swedish and Filipino heritage. Her light brown hair and captivating light brown eyes demand a second look. There's an undeniable regal quality about her – she's practically a princess.
Gianella Santos: 20 years old her mother was seriously ill and money was urgently needed in her family, she was sent to Marco's bed by her best friend Patrcia. After learning of her unplanned pregnancy, she decided to give birth to the child alone. Marco found out about the child, he offered to take responsibility and wanted to marry Gianella. Gianella had to sell herself because her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed a large amount of money, but what she didn't expect was that the 'buyer' was actually her friend's boyfriend Marco, She felt guilty and thought that she slept with the wrong person, but she later learned from her friend Patricia that she arranged everything, and Patricia also told Fill that she didn't mind the relationship between Gianella and Marco's because Marco would end up marrying herself anyway.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. Blurb: He was her boss, and she was his secretary—plain and straightforward. No complexities, no issues, or complications. Everything seemed clear-cut. Zack's life had been uncomplicated before he found himself desiring his secretary in inexplicable ways. He typically didn't invest much concern in others, but his secretary, the source of constant headaches and stomachaches, managed to rile his emotions. Despite knowing the potential consequences, Zack grappled with the decision. Was he willing to embrace the risk? The stakes were high; he could lose the most efficient secretary he had ever employed. Still, the allure of the unknown pulled at him, even as the possibility of losing his head loomed large, a consequence of not taking the leap.
WARNING: WITH MATURE CONTENT Count Knight Velasquez, a noble and valiant soul, would endure his father's punishments without hesitation, all for the sake of protecting his cherished brother and dear friends. However, just as Sweet Monday Lopez reached her limits and desired to give up, a certain main character unexpectedly came into her life and saved her.
For almost a year, Jess and I had been inseparable. We laughed, loved, and made memories I thought would last a lifetime. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, everything changed. Two weeks ago, we made the difficult decision to end our relationship. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and all the joy we once shared had vanished into thin air.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
On their wedding night, Rogelio wrapped his fingers around Marian's neck and spat at her, "Congratulations! From now on, you live in hell!" The reason for his wrath was that he believed she was responsible for the death of his elder brother. So, he married her but refused to touch her, determined to make her suffer for the rest of her pitiful life! However, due to an unforeseen accident, Marian was forced to sleep with Rogelio in order to save him, and she ended up getting pregnant. Concealing her pregnancy, Marian lived cautiously under Rogelio's watchful eyes. He hated her and relentlessly humiliated her, yet he would never allow anyone else to lay a finger on her— "Mr. Bailey, your wife got into a fight with someone!" Rogelio secretly took action, eliminating that person completely. "Sir, your wife claimed that all of your family's wealth belongs to her!" Rogelio quietly transferred all the shares to her. Unaware of all this, Marian only wanted to escape, but Rogelio pulled her into his warm embrace, whispering, "Mrs. Bailey, where do you intend to go with our unborn child?"