Billionaire's Virgin

Because she still had a document that needed to be quickly proofread and completed, after hastily eating lunch in the cafeteria, Elaine Thomas hurriedly ran in her eight-centimeter high heels, took the elevator, and returned to the CEO's office under the pitying and admiring gazes of her colleagues.

But as soon as she stepped inside, before she could even catch her breath, she faintly heard the moans and whispers of a woman coming from the boss's office, as lewd as the best adult film actress from Japan.

In fact, Elaine hadn't watched many Japanese adult films, but the sound was so ambiguous that she couldn't help but think of things beyond her comprehension.

She patted her chest, tried to calm her breath, and stood frozen at the door, unsure whether to enter or leave.

Her desk was right outside the boss's office, and she could see the slightly ajar door. She knew very well that entering now would be the worst option. If she accidentally interrupted the boss's good time, it would be a big problem.

Most importantly... oh my, she didn't want a stye to grow on her eye.

After a moment's hesitation, Elaine had great confidence in the endurance of this stud. Last time, a girl stayed in his office all afternoon, and when she came out, her steps were unsteady, and her face was full of satisfaction.

Her big boss was indeed a blood-sweating horse among studs.

But the document needed to be proofread and submitted before two o'clock; otherwise, the stud would throw a fit.

Elaine gritted her teeth, tiptoed carefully, and quietly moved step by step to her place, swiftly taking out the document to be proofread, then grabbing her laptop, ready to head to the pantry to work.

I leave as lightly as I came, waving my sleeve, not afraid of getting a stye.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind blew in from who knows where, pushing the slightly ajar door open a crack.

Elaine swore she didn't intend to peek; she only glanced over instinctively because of the noise.

It was really just a glance, honestly.

That instinctive glance immediately turned her fair face bright red.

Beast!

Elaine cursed silently. Although he was her big boss and her livelihood, it didn't stop her from secretly 'admiring' the stud in the office.

At noon, this stud was blatantly letting someone do that for him in the office. Well, being a proper girl, she couldn't say those words, so she let it go.

Elaine felt her moral boundaries being severely challenged by these two people.

Alright, this wasn't the first time she'd encountered this in the past year. Who told her boss to be a stud who could get aroused anytime? But today's boldness was unprecedented.

Shameless! Truly shameless.

Despite silently cursing, Elaine didn't dare to stop. She held her breath and tiptoed away. She didn't know that as she turned to leave, a sinister, beastly look flashed from behind the door. Liam Anderson leaned back in his chair, the girl kneeling on the floor still using her hands to please him, but the lust on his face was fading.

Irritated, he pushed the girl away without hesitation, then casually wrote a long number on a check, threw it on her, and signaled for her to leave while he headed to the private toilet in his office.

This girl had a great figure, big chest, small waist, and perfect hips, with a beautiful face, reputedly natural without surgery, and her hand skills were second to none.

But Liam had no interest in this beauty, even annoyed by her persistence. Today, she dared to come to his office unannounced.

Liam had been in a bad mood recently, and encountering an insensitive girl made him want to throw her off the 18th floor. Just as he was about to kick her out, his eyes caught sight of a pair of long legs in black stockings.

Liam had never liked black stockings, considering them synonymous with sluttiness, which he despised in women. But the image of someone else in a short skirt and black stockings kept floating in his mind. Just thinking about it made his manhood stand up, feeling uncomfortable.

Shit! Our cold, noble Director Anderson cursed, looking at his arousal, irritated, and sat back down.

The girl, noticing his unusual state, smiled and crouched down between his legs, daringly unbuckling his belt.

Liam wasn't one to deny himself. Although not interested in her service, the discomfort below was unbearable, so he reluctantly allowed her actions.

Pleasure during the day.

Elaine hid in the pantry on the 18th floor, proofreading documents but thinking about that phrase.

Although she had been transferred to the CEO's office as an assistant for over a year, normally, she and the big boss exchanged no more than ten sentences a day, nine of which were over the internal phone.

Every time some girls in the company bribed her with snacks in the cafeteria to find out about their tall, rich, and handsome Director Anderson, she felt distressed. Who would believe that the only information she knew was from those gossipy girls?

If forced to say anything, Elaine would observe that Director Anderson was a bit peculiar, with strange actions she couldn't understand. For instance, she once accidentally discovered that Liam washed his hands more than ten times a day. Once, she peeked through a slightly ajar door and saw their handsome CEO staring blankly at a pen holder for a long time or muttering to a cactus in front of his computer.

However, she rarely saw these things, so she didn't share this news. Moreover, such low-quality information didn't match Liam's noble, diamond-like image, and no one would be interested.

Elaine remembered when she first joined Anderson Group, fresh out of school, not knowing who ran the largest real estate group in the city. After joining, all the gossip about Liam flooded her.

In summary, the CEO of Anderson Group was the rarest, most precious African diamond.

So, every time an assistant cried after being fired by the boss on the 18th floor, the admiring girls in the company would fall silent.

No matter how embellished, it couldn't hide the fact - their young, handsome CEO Liam was indeed a tyrant. The eager girls could only daydream on the 18th floor.

Occasionally, tabloid magazines featured third-rate stars or second-rate models crying about being dumped. Worse, a once-pure actress suddenly got injured and accused someone of violence in front of the media. The "someone" was blurred, but insiders at Anderson Group could guess it was their great CEO Liam.

Thus, in front of Director Anderson, one had to add a few descriptors, like licentious, promiscuous, stud, violent; like ruthless, insane, unchivalrous... things like that.

In short, he was a fighter jet in the trash heap.