"Patricia, could you please hand this file over to Mr. Stevenson?"

A woman in her twenties raised her head from her computer screen. She looked at the woman who was standing in front of her desk. Fixing her glass with her index finger, she stared at her thoroughly, found her in a hurry. Tilting her head, she told her in an emotionless tone, "I am busy in something in the middle."

Patricia didn't deny her as she guessed that the pregnant woman probably had an appointment with the doctor. Although she was always understanding, she never showed that to anyone.

"That's fine," The lady waved her hand dismissively. Miranda looked at her hopefully, saying, "You can give it to our sir before leaving for home. I hope you don't have any problem with it." She couldn't trust anyone with that except for her colleague Patricia, a young, beautiful, and very socially awkward woman.

"I'll give it to him," Patricia told her monotonically and turned her gaze back to her computer screen before typing on it at a furious speed. She didn't want to waste her time anymore talking with her.

Miranda sighed and left the office after placing her files on her colleague's desk.

By the time her work was near the end, she was not surprised to see it was already eight-thirty at night.

She turned off her computer screen. Packing her stuff, she left her seat and grabbed all files from her desk. She was on her way to her boss's office she received a text in her cell that she didn't bother to check. By the tone that she set to her phone, she knew well that the text was from her ex-boyfriend.

She knocked on the door, waiting for him to grant her to step in. "Mr. Stevenson?"

She called him and knocked on the door again, but he didn't answer. She knew the CEO of Stevenson Corporation was still in his cabin as the guards told her so anyway. She hated to wait for anything like that, but she was helpless. She pushed the door and peeked inside, didn't see her boss there in the cabin.

She wasn't interested in his disappearance. She only cared for her work, paycheck, and nothing else.

She slowly pushed the door open and looked inside the cabin.

She didn't see her boss there, which was fine as her job was to put those files on his desk, and the next morning, the first thing she would do was to check those files once again before asking for his signature on them. She kept those files on her boss's desk and then turned to leave for her apartment, but she stopped by hearing muffled screams coming from the corner of that office cabin.

Her feet moved their way to the corner. She was scared to the point that she didn't want anything but to leave for home as fast as she could. But what if her boss was sick and needed to take hospital!

Her gaze narrowed to see a door slightly ajar. She peeked inside, froze in her place as her boss's naked back came into her view. A smack echoed in that room, and he commended firmly, "On your knees,"

She saw a naked woman, who looked familiar to her, obeyed him and bent down on her knees, positioned her head in between his legs. He granted, "Take this in your mouth now,"

Patricia knew she should turn around and leave, but her legs were not moving. She felt disgusted, wanted to smack on that bastard's face for insulting a woman in the name of sex, yet she couldn't tear her eyes off that view, staring at that with hawk eyes.

Then he gestured her to stand up, ordered her in a harsh tone, "Lay on your stomach, and arch up your arse," That woman smiled and listened to him without a single protest!

How could he be so harsh to a woman? She was cursing him in her heart. She saw him fingering her hole roughly, groping and pinching her nipple so painfully that she was crying and shaking on the bed literally.

Patricia had enough of his cruelty. She thought to take action before it was too late.

She thought that woman needed help. And that made her take a step toward the room but stopped on her track when that woman begged him, "Please fuck me, daddy,"

Her eyes widened in horror. Her throat went dry, and her face paled instantly to hear him, "Do you like my dick, slut?" His tone was extremely seductive and merciless.

Her stomach churned with that sight. She never expected to witness something horrible in that room.

At first sight of them, she thought his boss was cruel to his lover or whoever she was to him. After some time, standing there like that, she felt herself bit backing her moans and pressed her thighs together, getting a tingly sensation there. Her panty was getting wetter the more she watched his rough movement inside her. It turned her on. She never watched porn before. Maybe that was why she couldn't tear her gaze away from them. She felt envious of that woman and wished to have- Not in a million years!

I should not think this way for him. What am I thinking? I should not stand here, watch it shamelessly, and imagine myself in that woman's place. This man is a playboy, and I don't need one like him in my life. She gnashed her teeth and scolded herself to bring that thought into her mind.

This is eww!

She knew she needed to leave before she was gone insane.

But his dick! She never saw something that big before. Before? She didn't have any idea that thing could be that massive. She shook her head, was about to turn around, stopped when her eyes suddenly met his.

Instead of screaming in shock, he smirked at her as if he was sure she was watching them from the very beginning. He got her off guard. She couldn't move, was breathless, and hell scared.

She somehow managed to drag her feet toward the door with her bag that she left on the couch. The whole thing was embarrassing. She didn't look anywhere and entered the elevator in a hurry.

She breathed in relief as soon as the elevator door closed. She leaned her back in the elevator and closed her eyes, only to see her boss's huge dick pleasuring that woman. She felt uncomfortable with her dripping wet panty. She couldn't wait to pull that off and also her bra as her nipples were hurting, and she was feeling breathless all over. As soon as the door opened, she walked hurriedly toward the parking lot.

She sat on the driver's seat in her car and shut the door closed. Taking her hand inside, she slipped her panty down through from long tanned legs and threw that on the driver's seat.

Then she unhooked her bra, loosened that from her chest. "F.uck," She took a long shaky breath.

She turned on the engine and drove off toward her apartment that was near her office. Parking her car, she took the elevator and pressed the digit to where she lives. Entering her room, she dropped her belongings on the couch and went to her room to take a cold shower. How long will she stay like that?

She was a mature woman now and also financially independent. She lived in her apartment, pays bills and everything by herself. Then why is she still scared? Maybe it was because she doubted herself too much.

She needed to have some fun in her life, right? Meeting with new friends, parting or socializing, anything that may help lift her mood. This way, she could encourage herself to move on from her past.

What if I regret this? She asked herself and instantly got the cruelest answer herself.

"What did I get staying in a relationship with that man for seven damn years? He chose that woman over me. Over me! And why?" She snorted to herself. He doesn't deserve me.

Her thought went back to her boss and his massive dick, which- goddamnit!

Where my heart still bleeds for Gavin cheating on me, I am thinking about my boss, the womanizer?

How ironic.

She shook her head in frustration and poured champagne into her wine glass.

She seriously needed to get laid. But she hated the idea of giving her first time to just anyone.

When she was about to take a second sip from her glass, she heard the bell suddenly. She's only in her bathrobe, but she didn't care to leave her barstool and walked her way to the door with her wine glass in her hand. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes widened to see the man standing in her doorway.

What the - why is he here?