Chapter 30 Chapter 30
Selena
Breathe Selena, breathe.
I don't know when I left the room, but for a moment, I was lost in the sight in front of me.
The way the woman who was covered moved over his dick.
Though there was no reaction from him, I could see how he felt from the lust in his eyes.
And then I turned and walked out like it was nothing, while my heart was threatening to jump out.
Now, I sat on my couch, my eyes on the door. The image replaying in my head.
I’ve done that before. Have given Noah blow jobs multiple times, but something about the way the girl moved was alluring, and then, the tattoos.
My teeth glaze my bottom lip, my eyes heating.
How I wished I could trace them with my fingers, trail them slowly, down to his stomach, making the lust in his eyes reflect mine, and then trace my fingers to his…
“Snap out of it, Selena,” I yelled at myself. You can't be thinking that.
I stood up. Feeling heat pooled in my stomach, something was twitching in my core.
I moved around, swinging the keys in my hand.
How was I going to face him now? He should have closed his door before getting into such business!
But isn't he shameless, doing that when it was already work hours?
‘What will you know with your virgin ass?’
I roll my eyes. Yes yes, what do I know?
I should be keeping my distance, and even be annoyed at my car being taken away, but instead, my head was filled with other thoughts.
‘Thoughts of wishing it was you.’
No, of course. I exhaled deeply.
Now, I’ll give it time for everything to wash off my eyes then later I will meet him, and ask for my car. Then I will forget it ever happened.
Yes.
That was what I thought, but it never left.
The image, the tattoos, her bobbing on his cock.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t called by him throughout the day, and I didn't attempt to visit him either.
And now it was time to go home.
I sighed, dropping the last paper I had just documented.
Maybe I should order a ride for today, then return the key tomorrow. I nodded at that.
But just then, my phone beeped.
“Come to my office, Selena.”
My body stilled as I watched the text. He wanted me to come to his office? Why?
What could he need for me?
Should I just message and pretend to have gone home? But then he could find out easily.
I tapped my legs nervously.
What was I even afraid of anyway? It could be he just wanted to hand a task or a document to me.
I nodded. It could only be that.
I took my phone, and the key which had turned into a subject of observation for the whole day, and left my office for his.
Now, I stood in front of his door, suddenly nervous to see him.
‘It was just a covered blow job you saw, Selena. Stop acting like a prude.’
With a final breath, I pushed the door open and entered his office.
Our eyes locked. He sat on his seat, again, his gaze lazy. I swallowed.
“Hm, you called for me.” I broke the silence only for him to give me a knowing gaze.
“You successfully avoided coming here throughout the day.”
Could he just ignore it? And why was his voice suddenly soft?
I cleared my throat. “I wasn’t avoiding you intentionally, I just had a lot of work,” I replied, my voice edging a different softness. He would believe that afterall, the company was busy.
“And besides, I was going to give you the car key before I leave,” I added, lying.
“I didn't mean to let you see that.” He said next, his eyes studying me, as if searching for something.
I stilled. I wasn’t expecting him to say that.
“Oh,” I clenched my hand to calm down, and acted like I wasn't affected by it. “You don't have to worry about it, though I was quite shocked, I recovered quickly. Everyone has needs so it isn't bad.”
I should applaud myself for being so composed.
“Really?” He asked standing up, his steps slow, taunting as he moved towards me.
What does he mean by really?
He came to a stop in front of me. “Your reaction now is different from how you looked then. You were completely flustered.” He inches closer to me, and his head moves down to my face.
“Don’t tell me you have never given a blow job before,”
I hiccuped at the question. “What…what do you..you mean by that, of course I have given a blow job.” I blinked, my eyes heating up, embarrassed that I had just said that out.
He smiled, and it all stopped.
It wasn't the little one or the one that had disappeared easily. It was a smile so obvious and toothy.
“You amuse me, Selena.” His voice deepened.
My heart skipped, almost aching. “I…..I..” Words seemed so out of reach for me.
His fingers met my chin, and the smile was gone, replaced by a frown. A deep one.
He moved my face to the side, his other hand brushing away my hair.
“Who did this?” His voice deepened, an edge to it.
“Oh,”
I had forgotten I was hit. I moved backward, away from his touch.
“It's nothing.” There is no way I was going to tell him Valeria did it.
telling him would result to him knowing about the discussion that caused it.
He straightened up. “Speak.”
Cold shivers ran through my body at his tone. The Theodore now was so different, almost murderous with his gaze. His look dared me to stay quiet.
I swallowed. “Hm, I fell.” I blurted out.
Yes, let me be embarrassed than speak the truth. I straightened my head.
“I fell this morning in the office, but I’m fine. So why did you call, sir?” I said everything in one go, changing the topic, watching, praying he doesn't ask more questions because he didn't look one bit convinced.
I watched as he inhaled, closing his eyes before opening them to look at me.
Why was he acting that way? My teeth glaze on my inner lip.
“You must have received the dress, go with me to a dinner party tomorrow after work. Noah would be there.” He placed his hand inside his pocket.
Oh, that was the reason for the dress. It seemed he was really going to help me.
But there was a problem.
“I’ll go with you, but with another dress. I will pick another dress after work today.”
His gaze doesn't change. “You won’t.” A line was drawn.
I frown. “I need to. The dress isn't my type of wear, and I can tell it's expensive, it would be a waste if I wear it, so,”
“No, it won’t. You are my girlfriend after all.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. I wasn't his girlfriend.
“You should be dressed in the finest clothes, Selena. That would make it believable to Noah.”
Would it really? But still… “Then we can change the dress to something else, so—”
“You are my woman, Selena. Shouldn't you dress like me?”
He was in my space again, his smell drowning me, laying me into a sweet paradise.
“Now I know the reason why you were all red earlier. you can't even wear a simple dress? I’m afraid Noah was trash when he was with you.”
“What..what do you mean? I can wear it, I even have a couple of those types. I was just being..being..” I turned my eyes from his.
“Trust me, Selena. I know what’s best for you.”
He looked serious like he meant what he just said.
But how could he know?