Chapter 9 Depraved
By Valeria
The next morning, he sends me a message to go to his room and wake up and send off the lady who was with him while he showered because it got late.
I was already dressed.
I knocked on his door, and he opened it, wearing only boxers.
I gave him a disapproving look.
It was too much intimacy.
"Wake up the girl, I've already paid her."
I must have turned red with embarrassment. He treated me like I was a man accompanying him on his escapades.
"Miss, can you please leave?"
I asked the lady in English, and Alejandro, instead of going to shower, stayed watching me.
"Excuse me, miss."
The woman jumped up and said she was hired and didn't know he had a girlfriend. She stood up completely naked. She had an amazing body, her breasts were huge and full of silicone, it was obvious. I wasn't sure if her butt was also enhanced, but she definitely had collagen in her lips, platinum blonde hair. I had seen too many women of that style; he seemed to like them flashy, almost tacky, but extremely sexy.
"Give her $500 more from my wallet."
"I'm not doing that, you're crazy."
Since we were speaking in Spanish, the... lady didn't know why we were arguing.
"It's too much for me."
I was leaving while she was looking for her underwear, which was who knows where in the midst of passion.
"Valeria, don't you dare leave."
I stayed, feeling like crying.
I found his wallet where he had previously indicated and gave her the money.
The woman apologized to me and left.
I glared at him.
He was still in his boxers, not heading to the shower.
"Be a good girl and pick out a suit with a white shirt or whatever you think, also choose a tie."
He went to shower, and I checked his shirts, ties, and suits.
I picked a medium green shirt; he generally wore white shirts. I took a matching tie and socks in the same tone as the tie.
I took too long because he came out of the bathroom with just a towel covering his private area.
"Sorry."
I said, still in his room.
"Valeria, you didn't pick out boxers for me."
I couldn't believe how shameless he was.
I turned to look at him.
"Are you kidding me?"
"If you don't wear underwear when you go out, I do, but if you want..."
"Don't you dare take off that towel!"
He started laughing.
I was red with embarrassment.
I found a pair of boxers where I had stored them.
I handed them to him and watched as he let the towel drop and stood completely naked while reaching for his boxers.
I couldn't help but look at his member and then at his face, which had a grin from ear to ear.
"You're crazy, you're a pervert."
"You look at me and call me a pervert."
I headed for the door.
"Val, it was a joke."
He had already put on the boxers.
He ran and grabbed my arm quickly and firmly to keep me from opening the door.
I ended up against his body.
"Baby..."
He said in an overly sensual voice.
"It was a joke... you didn't put out the boxers, and since that day you didn't have underwear, I thought..."
"Yes, I did."
"Not a bra."
He hadn't let go, and we were too close.
He stroked my hair.
"Baby... you drive me crazy."
I felt his member waking up.
I looked at him with fear, more of myself than of him.
He sought my mouth, I felt his tongue slide inside me, and his hand was under my clothes, reaching for my breast.
He can't dominate me like this.
He deepened the kiss, and I had to suppress a moan, but the image of that woman brought me back to reality.
"Five minutes ago, the prostitute you had in your bed left. What's wrong with you?"
"You drive me crazy..."
"What?"
"I showered and brushed my teeth."
"Please don't go down this path, not with me."
As soon as he moved away, I left the room.
We met in the hotel café for breakfast; he postponed the morning meeting by an hour.
He told me what to say.
I organized the documents by date.
He asked for my opinion on some products.
We went to a company they had never worked with before, and he asked me to quickly give my opinion on some products.
"I'm not a chemist."
"No, but you're a woman and you use makeup."
"I'm not infallible."
"I rely on you."
He kept pressuring me in every way; I hope I don't make a mistake with my opinion.
They were quality products, though not excellent, but they matched their price.
He smiled at me, not with that sexy smile; he saved that for some of the employees there.
It was a smile that meant he already knew what I was going to say, as if he constantly tested me.
And there I was, smelling and testing makeup on my hands, relying solely on my intuition and knowledge as a user.
I couldn't confront him, at least not while we were inside the company. I didn't know who might speak Spanish, and besides, it seemed disrespectful to speak in another language so others wouldn't understand.
He decided to add the products to the perfume stores but told them they had to handle the advertising, at least online, and everything that involved marketing, displays, and even the promoters in each store, at least for the first year. They agreed to six months, but I'm sure Alejandro only intended those six months.
We missed lunch, and then we met again with Kevin and his brazen cousin.
He closed some deals and explained the new products.
We grabbed a quick snack, had some coffee, and ate a few sandwiches.
There was an event that night.
"Prepare a tuxedo for me," he said.
I got everything ready, including underwear. By the time he got out of the shower, I had already left.
I also needed to shower and get ready.
Thank God Susana helped me choose these dresses. I think the gala is quite important, and I would never have chosen them myself; they seemed too ostentatious, I thought as I was deciding which one to wear.
Susana asked me to bring three outfits for the night and also gave me some evening wear, those dresses that are halfway between afternoon and night, which can be worn to an elegant restaurant or a not-too-formal event and always stand out.
I chose to wear a plum-colored dress with a touch of shimmer. It had a sweetheart neckline that I thought was too revealing, but it had double straps, one that was a real strap and another made of rhinestones.
The dress was form-fitting, though it flared out from the hips and had a very deep side slit, designed for comfort when sitting.
I paired it with a black purse and shoes.
I liked the image the mirror reflected back at me, though I wasn't sure if it was too provocative.
At 8 o'clock sharp, Alejandro knocked on the door.
I opened it eagerly, wanting his approval.
The one who looked at him with lust was me. He stunned me; how could there be so much beauty, so much sensuality, and at the same time that boldness in his smile that made me want to undress him and myself quickly.
He was getting to me; it must be that I hadn't had sex in over a year, and his kisses had awakened all the desires I had hidden.
I felt his gaze; it burned me.
"I'll grab my purse, and I'm ready."
"Are you inviting me into your room?"
Without waiting for my response, he entered and closed the door.
I put my phone in my purse, and when I headed towards the door, he was standing in front of it, looking at me too seriously.
"Am I wrong? I knew the dress was too provocative. Give me a few minutes to change, although the others are similar. Susana chose them. I wanted..."
"You're perfect."
"But your face is too serious."
"Fine, let's go because I'm not in control of myself."
He walked out ahead of me, which was strange because he's arrogant and conceited and doesn't usually show courtesy, but with women, even with me, though I'm his secretary, he always has.
In the elevator, he did let me go in first, but he stayed far from me. Did I do something to offend him? Is it because of the dress?
I searched for his gaze and think he even avoided looking at me.
Is it because I didn't sleep with him and he plans to fire me?
If I had slept with him, he would already be tired of me and would have fired me anyway.
He has a volatile character, like a spoiled child. It must be because he's always had everything and doesn't care about other people.
We got into a limousine. I had never been in one, and for most people, it was logical never to ride in one in their entire life.
As soon as I sat down, his gaze fell on my legs, which were almost fully exposed by the slit.
I felt his gaze burn me, and an intense fire ignited inside me.
If at that moment he had said he wanted to have sex, I wouldn't have been able to refuse.
However, despite his gaze, he was serious, more serious than I had ever seen him.
My phone rang, and it was Emi. I had sent her photos of me in the dress and the other two dresses. She insisted I wear this one, and now I think it was too much, and Alejandro isn't happy with the image I'm presenting.
I spoke a couple of words. Emi was shouting and wasn't discreet. You could hear what she was saying. She just told me I looked beautiful and sexy and said something about sex that she didn't finish because I ended the call and turned off the phone.
"You hung up on your friend."
He knew, he had heard everything.
"It's just that..."
"She told you to have sex and relax."
"She always jokes..."