Chapter 7

Allison POV

"Do you hear me? I signed the—"

"I heard you the first time," he uttered behind me, sending chills through my body, rushing back and forth between my spinal cord and my core.

"I—she made me do it," I pointed to the redhead behind the desk, "She wouldn't let me up, so I became resourceful,"

"Sir, Mr. Myers," her voice trembled with fear, "I tried to stop her. I did, sir." she complained.

"It's ok Denise, there is no need to point fingers, ladies, actually I was expecting Ms. Parker here," he snickered, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets,

"You were?" I mumbled, "Yes, but please let's not discuss it here, I am more comfortable in my office, and you have stirred up enough drama for today, shall we?" He motioned his hands towards the elevator,

"You need a new secretary, by the way, that one is bitch," I ambled passed him,

Pressing his thumb against a glass panel, a horizontal blue line, paced slowly on the mini screen, scanning his fingerprint, that's new, I thought, the other day it was an access card, now it's a fingerprint reader, what's next, a blood sample analyzer. Verifying his identity, the elevator doors slid open, it wasn't plain with a wooden backdrop anymore, but now it's lined with marble walls, and a white, cotton carpet on the floor. Hussain doesn't appear like a man who gives a damn about decoration, so why did he renovate?

Inside the elevator, we stayed silent as the tension between us thicken, I wanted to look across at him, but I didn't dare to, because I could feel his eyes, glued to me. Rubbing my sweaty palms in my uniform, I cleaned my throat, staring up at the number panel, I noticed that there were no options other than floor five, this must be his private elevator, that's the reason why Denise said VIP only because no one else uses it nor did it stop at any other floors. Gliding open, he stepped through the doors and into his office, which was the same, it wasn't remodeled like the elevator.

"Please have a seat, Ms. Parker, if I knew you were coming today, I would have called my lawyer,"

Resting the contract on his desk, I dropped my bag on the floor, roaming around the office I observe the large room and the antiques it contains, these must have cost him a fortune, I thought, dragging my fingers around the edge of the chalk vases, "My final signature is needed on the last piece of paper, so if... I sign it, truly depends on you," I glance over my shoulders at him, seeing how planted he was in his leather chair,

"Smart, I must say I underestimated you," he rubbed his beard, smirking across at me,

Taking a book from the shelf, I blew off the dust from its thick cover, reading out loud

"Betrayal for Love by Kadian Erskine... I never knew you were into novels, particularly romance ones."

"I am not, it just it's for decorating purposes,"

"You don't read?" I questioned, skipping through the novel pages, "Not really, I don't get why authors would sit and write fantasies and lies for hours, rather than to get a real job,"

Clasping the book shut, I glared at him, irritated by his absurd choices of words, how can a man be this rich, and ignorant, "Section two, line thirteen... The subject shouldn't be involved in any outside relationship," I muttered,

"Oh yes, it means you can't have a—"

"I know what it means Mr. Myers, I can't have a boyfriend or sexual contact with anyone else but you," I kept on my focus on a bookshelf, uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, "Yes, that's what it means," he mumbled,

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you too have one sexual partner... Would it just be me?"

Hearing him raising to his feet, I swallowed hard, anxious about what might happen next, coming up behind me, he rubbed my shoulders, slipping his hand under my hair, trailing his hands on the back of my neck,

"You should focus on your contract Ms. Parker,"

"I am focused, concern even, I am obligated to know what I am signing, aren't I?"

"Yes," he groaned into my neck, inhaling my body's natural aroma,

"Section five," I cleared my throat, walking away from his smothering, uneasy about him being so close to me, "it mentions that—"

Gripping me firmly around the neck, he yanked me backward, twirling me around to face him. Snaking his fingers around my throat, he ogles down on my lips,

"That I can have sex with the subject, whenever... And however I want," he whispered against my lips.

"I didn't understand the other part," I tried to suppress my excitement, my undies were over overflowing with juices, burning with yearning as Hussain dominates my body, "...inviting a third party," I breathed heavily through my nostrils,

"You're a brilliant girl Allison, I know you know what it means,"

"I don't, can you explain a bit further," I gazed into the heart of his eyes, searching for his desires, Crashing his lips onto mine, Hussain picked me off the floor, bracing me against the wall, with my feet encircled around his waist, sliding up my uniform skirt, he rubbed my entrance through the mesh undies. Slipping his thump through the side, slithering pass my pussy lips with his fingers, and over my bud, fondling it gently,

"Hussain," I moaned in his mouth, our tongues battling with each other, "Fuck me," I broke the kiss, begging him to give me what I wanted, "How bad do you want it?" he sucked on my chin, licking my neck, as he rubbed my clit in a circular motion,

"Husain," I moaned, "please... Let me have it,"

Diving his fingers into me, I could hear the moisture of my lady bits each time he dug into me, "look into my eyes, Allison... I want you to beg me, beg for this cock,"

Pulling him closer to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinding on his fingers, as I sank mine into his skin, "Please, Hussain... Fuck me,"

"I can't hear you, Ali, you will have to beg a little louder than," he squeezed my ass, pounding into my flesh, "Hussain," I moaned under my breath, feeling the muscles of my clenching core around his fingers, my legs become to throb uncontrollably as he drove his fingers in me, sinking deeper with each stroke, "Hussain," I moaned out once more, squeezing him tighter as I felt the need to explode, "Tell me," he clamped his forehead against mine, "Come on, Allison... tell me,"

"I-I'm close... I am coming," I cried out in pleasure,

Pulling out his fingers from my entrance, Hussain removed himself from between my legs, I braced back on the wall, clutching on thin air for balance, trying to save myself from my wobbly legs. Brushing his fingers against my mouth, he pressed them inwards, parting my lips, inciting me to taste whatever of my self remained on them. Walking away from me he strolled over to his desk, pulling something from out the drawer,

"The contract still needs your last signature," he slammed a pen on top of the documents, smirking at me,

"That's the reason you stop, to tease me?"

"Sometimes people need a little encouragement to make the right choices,"

Lurching towards his desk, I picked my handbag from the floor, seated in a small leather chair across from him, picking up the pen and staring down at the paper,

"I am not forcing you to do anything, there is a shredder next to the bookshelf, you can shred the document if you like, and walk out of here, and we will never see each other again,"

Nodding my head, I skipped to the final sheet, staring at the line my signature should be, if I sign this I will his intimate slut for a year, but I guess it's a win-win situation for both of us, I don't know what he will gain from this, but I will resume some self-control at least, and I will be able to date after the contract ends, after all, it's just sex. Jabbing the pen at the beginning of the line, the point moved smoothly across it, staining the paper with blue ink, etching my signature.

"There," I set the pen down, shoving the papers towards him,

Tapping his fingers rhythmically against the desk, Hussain moistened his lips with his tongue,

"You know... You've asked me everything else, but nothing about your payment,"

" I am not doing it because of money, I am doing it because... Nothing, it's personal," I mumbled standing from the chair,

"I will call you tonight, we have a few things to go over," he came from behind the desk, standing in front of me, "You have my number?"

"Is that rhetorical?" He questioned as we walked towards the elevator,

"Of course, you have my number," I mumbled, rolling my eye, watching him while he scanned his thumb to open the elevator doors. Sliding open, I stepped in, staring at him as he stares at me, his face was blank without emotions, making it impossible to read, "Allison,"

"Hussain," I whispered, just before the doors slid shut.