Sex And Fantasies

Body Tense

ENTRY 13.3 *** Pussy’s POV I frowned in front of him. My heart seems to want to get out of my chest. “Are you fucking—” I didn’t finish my words when he let out a peal of devilish laughter. “Geez, you should’ve seen your face.” I arched my brow and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I don’t care if he kissed me. It’s not my first time getting kissed by a man. “Happy?” He stopped and met my gaze. He pressed his lips and bit them. “You can’t quit—” “Huh! In our dreams. You can’t stop me. I quit, period!” I replied and was about to twist the doorknob when he pulled me closer to him. “Come on, Pussy—hep! You can’t do that twice,” he said when he stopped my hand. Fuck! I want to punch him again. “Get off me!” The devil formed a sly smirk on his lips. “No.” I closed my eyes for a second and tried to calm myself. I wiggle my arms to let go of his grip. “What the hell are you doing? Let me go!” I heard him heave a deep sigh as he let me go. “Calm down. Let’s talk about this Pus—” “Only when you stop calling me Pussy!” I exclaimed. I will talk to him if he promises not to call me by that name. He nodded in defeat, and it was my first time seeing him like this. And I don’t know what his drama is. “I will call you baby then,” he said, which widened my eyes. “What’s wrong with you?!” He let out a devilish chuckle. “Nothing, really. But I am interested in you—” “Well, I am not interested in you,” I interrupted. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He put his hand in front of his chest and said, “Ouch. That hurts.” I rolled my eyes in rage. “You can’t stop your employee not to quit, Mr. Foster. I have the right to complain. Can’t you see how you treated me?” I saw a tint of sadness in his eyes. I don’t know if I’m just imagining things or not. I don’t know if he’s showing me his real feelings or not. “I know. And I’m sorry,” he said, wearing his deep yet calm voice. One moment, the rage that lingered in my heart subsided. “Can you please tell me the reason why do you have to it? What’s your point? Your purpose?” He bit his lower lip and put his hands inside the pocket of his black pants. “Can we take a seat?” he asked. I arched my brow and started to walk toward his desk. I sat on the left chair and crossed my legs. I heard him sigh when he sat on his swivel chair. “I am sorry if you’re having a hard time with my treatment. I don’t know—I don’t understand myself —” “I know that you hate women. But don’t you think you came overboard when it comes to me? Don’t tell me. It’s also about my name, Pussy? If so, I am not buying that. You can ignore that, and if you really have no problems with me, you should not treat me like that. However, you treated me like your slave while the others—” “I don’t want you to divert your attention on other things. I am sorry. I know it is confusing—” “Because it is,” I cut off. “What’s wrong with you?” “I think I’m in love with you,” he uttered. One moment, my world stopped. It seemed like something burst inside me. I don’t know if it’s my rage or what. I don’t understand him. And what’s with him confessing at this moment? He just made my mind havoc. “You’re just not in your right mind, boss.” “No. I am sure of it. Since day one—when I set my eyes on you. I know I’ve already fallen.” I let out a soft chuckle. “You’re a good joker—”

“I will not kiss you earlier if I am putting up a joke, baby,” he said, huskily making me shiver. The hair of my skin on the nape rose as if I heard something so foreign to me. Or it was the fact that it was Lucifer Foster, who was talking—the billionaire who loathes women. I shook my head. “If you’re doing this to stop me, I am sorry, but my decision is final. I am leaving your firm.” After that, I felt his body tense, and I took that opportunity to exit his office.