Hiding the Billionaire's Heir

"Miss Mendoza."

My body immediately jolted when I heard a cold voice echoing throughout the four corners of the room. I heaved a sigh as I noticed it was coming from the same direction, a speaker. I shook my head.

“Oh, my! Girl, you’ll probably get scolded again by him,” Serah said. Her voice seemed shaky and scared.

“What report did you do wrong again? You’re always being called at the office just so he can complain and scold you nonstop,” added Freya, another one of my co-workers in the office. She eyed me quite sharply with her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

I only looked at them with a wince before promptly standing up from my seat. “Haven’t you gotten used to it already?” I asked jokingly. “Just one mistake and I’m always called at the office.”

“Gosh! His handsome face is a waste since he’s so cold,” Serah said, shaking her head.

"Miss Mendoza."

His voice seemed more irritated and louder than it was earlier. I hurriedly got up, grabbing only the most important things to take with me.

That man was impatient, and the way he handled his temper? It had always been frightening.

“Quickly!” My co-workers shooed me away, pushing and shouting for me to hurry up. I laughed. They were so adorable every time they did this.

As I walked along the hallway at a medium pace toward my multi-billionaire boss, my eyes roamed around the area, seeing countless co-workers and employees scared and pitying my current state.

Who wouldn’t? On the other side of the door, I was going to face a tiger that could gobble you up in a second.

I took another deep breath, fixing myself before finally knocking three times on the door and opening it slowly. As the door creaked open, the first thing that engulfed my view was a man sitting on his swivel chair, eyeing me with a sharp gaze on his face.

Immediately when he spotted me at the door, he opened his mouth furiously. “What’s this failure of a trash report again?” he shouted. His voice echoed throughout the room. As he did so, I only rolled my eyes before gently closing the door.

In a snap, the expression on his face changed into a softer and gentler one. I crossed my arms in front of me, asking, “What now, Achetbir?”

He stood up from his chair, walking toward me like a snake that was about to devour his prey. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he buried his face in my neck.

“I miss you, babe,” he whispered near my ear. As I felt his arms wrap around my waist tighter, I sighed to myself again. He was so clingy.

“May I remind you, Mr. Cold and Arrogant Billionaire, you’re summoning me every day here to your office,” I said.

He let out a chuckle with his deep baritone voice. “I want you,” he said huskily as I felt his hand roll up my skirt and caress my thigh. His touch sent shivers down my spine. With every touch, it felt like I was getting warmer and warmer on the inside. I bit my lip.

I was wearing a pencil skirt, so it was easier for him to gain access to my closed legs. He started nibbling and kissing me until his mouth traveled across my neck, licking me until he reached my jaw.

“Achetbir,” I said his name, aroused from what he was doing. A hot, oozing feeling crept through my body as I felt his hand touch me on my pussy. He was now playing with my clit uncovered from the thin-fabric underwear I was wearing. I could feel him moving gently, his hands tingling something from the inside of me.