I don't know what is going on. And I don't understand why my dickhead boss is kissing me or why I'm even returning the kiss when all I want to do is beat the shit out of him for being such an asshole.

His lips touching mine are sending some crazy sensations to spark throughout my body, and as much as I hate him, I'm strangely loving the feeling he's making me feel at the moment—but I also hate it—I hate him!

The fire Callum ignited inside me has now burst into flames, causing the room we're in to feel like he brought me down to his layer—his abode of the damned—hell. And I feel like he turned my body into one massive Molotov cocktail, that when he gets my knees to give out, and I drop, I'll blow up—like when someone removes the safety pin from the grenade and drops it—it'll be one massive explosion.

And now I feel I need to be punished for kissing the arrogant bastard and enjoying it. Callum's mouth covering mine is fervently intense and authoritative, and it's pissing me off that my pussy is reacting to it and him, acting like it badly needs and wants him. It's throbbing, aching, pulsating, clenching, and it desires that he fix what he started.

And the butterflies inside my belly erupted into chaos.

Callum's lips feel like I'm kissing a cloud. They're full and puffy.

And so familiar.

I can't do this with him. I can't allow him to make me feel this way. I can't let him trick my body into thinking I like him.

This is his plan. And the reason he's been so quiet these last few months—he's been planning his attack to make me submit to him.

No. No. No. I won't allow Callum to control me or my feelings.

I have to stop this.

My hands rested on his chest, and when I started pushing him away, that only made him more of a monster by pulling me tighter against him and kissing me more possessively. It was hotter—scorching hot, exciting, demanding, and so delicious and appetizing that my body started disobeying me, craving more of him.

His tongue slid along my bottom lip, and when he sucked my lip into his mouth, my body convulsed, and my panties were no longer dry—they were drenched.

And he knew it.

He figured out a way to shut me up—the entire reason he kissed me on the spur of the moment. He didn't want to hear me calling him out on his bullshit. He didn't want me laughing in his face for his hypocrisy. So he tried to silence me, to show he was in control. And that if I continue disobeying his orders, I'll find out exactly what he means when he says he doesn't play nice.

And to see if his arrogant charm worked on his hot-head assistant who hates his guts, he lowered his hand between my thighs, grazing a finger along my wet pussy. He groaned, let go of my lip, but then hungrily crashed his mouth back onto mine. His tongue dominated my mouth, leaving me breathless when his mouth broke free.

"Was that enough to shut that fucking trap of yours?" His hardness pressed harder against me when he crammed me against the wall, causing my panties to become damper.

Showing I wouldn't give in to him, I lifted my chin and scoffed, "Nothing you do will ever shut me up. You're too much of an asshole not to."

"Is that so?" he returned humorously.

He doesn't do relationships.

He's a one-and-done type of guy.

He finds women who only want one-night stands.

And I gave him all the ammo in my emails, letting him know I'm a willing participant in one-night stands.

Fuck...

Not with him, though. Just because I allowed one CEO to fuck the anger out of me doesn't mean I'll allow Callum Harrison to do the same.

He can kiss my ass if that's what he's thinking he's getting from me tonight. I'd rather fuck a fake cock than fuck a man, thinking he has power over me.

His hand firmly gripped my chin as he lowered his face to mine. The dark area we're in isn't allowing me to see a face, but what I can see is a fucking masquerade mask covering his features. His lips grazed mine as he said, "Are you saying you need me to fuck the anger out of you, so you're more pleasant to deal with? Isn't that what you told me I needed to do? Because since you're not wearing a bracelet, showing you're now a club member with updated test results, I can bring you into a room and fuck the unpleasantness out of you. You're a fucking hemorrhoid, Eloise. Who needs to be taught how not to be a pain in my ass."

"I'm a hemorrhoid? You're a fucking human version of period cramps!"

He chuckled lowly. "You need my cock inside you, don't you?"

"What cock? Newsflash, motherfucker. I don't fuck shrimp. I only fuck stallions," I retorted, hoping he'll finally allow me to go back to my party. But that didn't work either.

Callum's mouth returned to mine, crushing it hard. And his hand returned to my wet pussy, sliding a couple of digits along it, adding more dampness to my g-string. "If that's the case, what's your excuse for being this wet for me?"

"You made me piss my pants," I lied.

He laughed. "Really. I beg to differ... so, Eloise, why are you kissing me back, demanding more if that's the case?"

"I wasn't," I panted when he slid my soaked panties to the side.

"Then why is your breathing picking up? And why are you thrusting your pussy closer to me when I touch you? Hmm?"

Am I?

"You hate me. And I hate you. This is wrong, and you know it," I scoffed.

His finger slid up and down through my wet folds. "If you hate me, then why are you wet for me? Why are you allowing me to touch you if you hate me?"

Yeah, why am I allowing him to touch me?

Because it feels good, and I haven't been touched like this in months.

"Because you have me pinned up against the wall," I responded, lying to justify this weird situation. Because as much as I despise this human, my mind tells me I want him to do more to me—to make me orgasm.

"I warned you I don't play nice, Eloise. Especially when they don't listen, defy my orders, and insist on being an annoying brat."

I studied the shadow before me, looking for his eyes through the darkness, through his mask, and when my eyes finally adjusted to see who I was looking at and saw the desire in Callum's dark eyes, I shocked myself when I said, "Then, punish me."

What on earth am I doing?

Why am I egging him on like this?

And most importantly, why do I want him to seduce me?

And why did I just delightfully moan and push my pussy further toward him when he slipped his finger inside my wetness, encouraging his digit to slide in further? And why did another exciting begging moan leave my lips when he wrapped his fist around my hair and tugged, exposing my neck?

His mouth lowered to my exposed neck, devouring it while sliding another digit into the flowing river—finger fucking me into oblivion. I was in an extreme state of ecstasy from him massaging my walls, and it suddenly felt like God himself emerged from the heavens above, coming for me on a golden chariot, looking to bring me into an insane world of sexual satisfaction—paradise.

I can't believe I'm enjoying my asshole boss seducing me, and the more he pleasures and excites me, the more I beg him to make me orgasm.

I purred. I cooed. And I moaned.

And then I was silenced once again when Callum's lips vehemently crushed on mine, with his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and overpowering it—arousing me so much more. Since he was kissing me like a God, just like Cal had in Florida, my curiosity increased about what he'd be like in bed if he were even better than Cal; where it would cause me to dream about it for months, as I have been since my one-night stand nearly four months ago.

I twirled my fingers around his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against mine when my belly twitched profusely, alerting me that I was on the verge of collapsing in his arms from the most intense orgasm I'd had in months. But then, like he knew I was about to orgasm and come all over his fingers, he broke free from my mouth. His digits left my wetness, and he brought them up to his mouth, sucking my juices off his fingers.

He fucking cut me off. He stopped just as I was about to orgasm.

What the fuck?

Callum must have known what he did angered me because he lowered to the side of my face, saying, "Like I said, Eloise, I don't play nice," he said lowly in my ear. Then, with his mouth smiling against my ear, he said, "You said to punish you. Well, my little dark cloud without a silver lining. You got what you asked for. I hope you enjoyed the punishment for disobeying me. By the way, you taste fucking phenomenal," he said. Just before leaving, me standing against the wall in a dark hallway like a fucking fool.

"You know what, asshole?!" I shouted, unsure if he was still nearby, but I wanted to yell what I had to say, anyway. "The next time you have a problem with me, don't fucking email me! Instead, write the problem on a piece of paper, fold it, and shove it up your ass!"

I felt like Gumby as I walked down the hallway; my legs felt like jello and like I had no knees. I also thought I was about to fall flat on my face as I continued heading down the darkness of hell, trying to find my way back to my group.

Callum is going to pay for what he just did to me. I said to punish me. Not humiliate me. He may think that was punishment for cutting me off from orgasming. Still, he more or less humiliated me by pulling me off the stripper pole in front of everyone, carrying me around the sex club over his shoulder like he was a lumberjack on a mission, and then kissing and fingering me like he liked and wanted me. Asshole. He also humiliated me by bringing me to a state of arousal and abruptly stopping, leaving me standing alone, wet and horny, in a dark hallway like I was a fucking toy.

Lilah ran toward me when I finally found my way out of the dark maze and into the club. "Eloise!" Her hands rested on my shoulders, a look of worry on her face as she looked at me. "Where have you been? Where did that man take you?"

"He brought me to hell. That's where I've been."

"What?" she asked, furrowing her brows. "What are you talking about? Who was that?"

Isabelle hurried over to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. "What was that all about?"

"The motherfucking devil finally emerged from his fire and brimstone to torment me. Still being the coward, he is by bringing me into a dark hallway, hiding behind a masquerade mask, and ordering me to listen to his ridiculous demands. All while fingering me and bringing me to where I was about to orgasm and then leaving me humiliated when he stopped before I climaxed and left me standing alone, wet and horny in an unfamiliar dark area."

"Callum?" Isabelle asked, shocked.

I sighed, then groaned, "The only asshole I know who thinks he owns his assistant." I looked at Lilah, then Isabelle, saying, "I need a fucking drink—like a million of them—to help me forget what my boss just said and done to me."

***

From: Eloise
To: Callum
Subject: It's on bosshole

Dear molesting motherfucking coward who enjoys humiliating their employees,

I hope you enjoyed tormenting me in the hallway. And I hope you relished while remembering the flavor of my bodily fluids because what you did will never happen again. Never. Ever. Ever.

You showed me you, indeed, are more disappointing than an unsalted pretzel, like a gray sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake. So disappointing. I liked you so much better when you left me alone these past three months. The mental hospital must have tested too many drugs on you before you showed up at The Night Lovers Club.

I don't care what you say; I will not listen to you. If I want to go to the club, I will, and there isn't anything you can do about it. If I want to be a member of a club that you also are a member of, I will be. You need to remember you are not my boss outside of work. And with all the work you lay on me every fucking day, with ridiculous deadlines, that is impossible to accomplish, yet I have proven time after time I can get the work done by the deadline you had given me. With that said, I deserve to take a break. I'm owed that much. I need to let loose and have fun. And there's nothing you can say about that.

Sincerely,
Your fed-up assistant, Eloise

P.S. Because you pissed me off, saying I'm yours when I'm unquestionably not, I'll have, you know, my friends and I are at the next club down the street whooping it up, and I'm getting drunker than fuck. Hopefully, I will make a fool of myself, a bigger jester than how you made me feel. And guess who I'm leaving with? Surely not you, because I'm not yours.

P.P.S. Oh, before I forget. The next time you look in the mirror to see what God screwed up when he made you, tell the arrogant clown I said hello, would you?

***

Isabelle: Are you alive?

Me: Unfortunately. I think I'd rather be dead with how I feel. My head is pounding like you wouldn't believe.

Isabelle: Do you even remember leaving the nightclub?

Nightclub?

I thought we were at the club?

Me: What nightclub?

Isabelle: LOL. I didn't think you'd remember.

Me: Enlighten me, please.

Isabelle: After we got our remaining drinks from the lovers club, you insisted on stopping at the nightclub on the way home. You also went inside the nightclub in the same clothing you wore at the club. You got a lot of looks and had many drinks, and shots bought for you—for us.

Just lovely...

Me: Hopefully, I made an ass out of myself where it'll get back to Callum, and he threatens to fire me again.

Isabelle: I don't think you have to worry about Callum firing you. But I should tell you that he showed up after you sent him a message. Watching you two insult each other like a married couple was pretty comical.

I sent him a message?

Great. I'll have to look and see what I sent.

Me: Oh, God. I can only imagine what was said, especially after he made me mad.

Isabelle: Some of the lines you said were, "N'Sync said it best, BYE. BYE. BYE!" and "You bring everyone so much joy when you're not around.", "Keep rolling your eyes; maybe you'll find your brain." LOL, that one had us all laughing, but it also brought fire into his eyes. There was so much more that I'll have to tell you about later; I just figured I'd see how you were doing and if you made it home okay.

Me: Why wouldn't I have made it home, okay? Did something happen to the party bus I rented?

Isabelle: LMAO, Callum carried you out of the bar over his shoulder and brought you home.

My phone dropped from my hands, crashing to the ground. Callum brought me home? How could my best friend allow him to bring me home?

Now I really have a headache.

Me: Okay, I have to go. I need to shower and scrub every part of Callum off me. Is there anything else I should know?

Isabelle: You told Callum he looked like the guy who fucked your brains out in Florida. And that he had a much bigger dick than Callum's. LMFAO. Penis Maximus. Where in the world did you come up with that?

Me: Okay, instead of showering, I'm going to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Isabelle: Sorry! You asked!

I know I did...

One thing is for sure; there are only three people in the world that tell the truth—a drunk, a child, and someone who's pissed the fuck off. So whatever I told Callum after he carried me out of the bar must have been something!

It's too bad I don't remember any of it, but I'm more than sure I'll find out soon.

***

From: Callum
To: Eloise
Subject: Re: It's on bosshole

Dear Eloise,

Is that any way to talk to your boss? A molesting motherfucker? I'm far from that.

If I remember correctly, your exact words were, "then, punish me." You also pressed your pussy into me, begging me to pleasure you. You pulled me to your mouth and returned the same famished kiss. You wanted it, and you enjoyed it as much as I did. And, yes, I did relish the taste of you. You tasted magnificent. You may be cold as Ice. But you're sugary and sweet, and it hit my palate just right.

For the record, I don't enjoy humiliating my employees. However, I enjoy disciplining and punishing brats and disobedient people like you. So, I'll give you another warning. And that is, if you continue disobeying me, you'll continue finding out that playing nice is not something I do.

Sorry, I disappointed you. It wasn't my intention. But it is what it is. And if you are hell-bent on remaining a member of The Night Lovers Club and wishing to continue going there, you're right. I can't stop you. What you do on your own time is your business, not mine. So just know that when you're there, I'll be watching. And if anyone puts a move on you, that isn't me; they'll regret it.

With that said, yes, you're mine. And I let everyone know in the nightclub when I was carrying you out of there who you belonged to. And since you may not remember leaving the bar, I'll fill you in on one thing I won't do. And that's fucking a drunk. Next time you try sucking my cock, or try getting me to fuck you after you've been drinking where you're sloppy drunk, don't get upset when I turn you down again. I may not play nice, but I do have rules I live by. And I only fuck sober women.

And last but not least. God didn't screw anything up when it came to making me. He's quite proud of his creation, actually. Also, the arrogant clown in the mirror wanted me to relay a message to you; he said hello.

Sincerely,
Callum

Can this weekend get any worse? I wanted to suck his cock? And I wanted him to fuck me after he humiliated me in the hallway? What's wrong with me?

Thankfully, he will be leaving me alone while he's in New York this week. At least I hope he'll be leaving me alone after what was exchanged between us Friday night.

But something tells me that'll most likely be wishful thinking. Callum can't help himself. He enjoys tormenting me too much.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! 🤞🤞