Work has been going fine, sometimes boring like now. Being the manager of a new hotel leaves me with so much free time I don't know what to do with except think, overthink and analyse past scenarios.

The ball pen on my desk rolls to a stop and I smack the end for it to resume rolling.

I miss Paul; the brown eye devil I can't seem to get out of my mind. The hotel meals are free and delicious so I don't have any excuse to leave it for Paul's workplace.

Chi and I are also beginning to get along, lunch is our bonding time then I drop her off at her place whenever I can, which is most times. She is chill, the snobby attitude she gave me on my first day is just a front.

The door to my office flies open, without looking up, I say, "I didn't ask you to enter, have you no man-" the rest of the words die in my mouth as my gaze lands on the person standing in the middle of my office like the chief labourer at a construction site.

Perhaps I should start locking the door.

Nah, it's too stressful, going to open up when someone knocks? Na. Let it remain this way.

Chi runs in shortly after, breathing heavily like she has just finished a marathon. "I'm sorry ... I ... He ... I tried to stop him."

Her black, pencil gown hugs her curves, the rise and fall of her chest is pretty evident. Her lips are partly open and she has a hand on her waist like she's yet to fully recover from running upstairs. She must have taken the stairs to catch up with the intruder.

"It's fine," I say with a smile, tugging on the hem of my jacket for strange reasons. I go on to dismiss her with a wave of my hand, making sure to retain my smile so she doesn't feel bad. This is not her fault, it's his.

I don't even want to imagine the torture she put herself through running up the stairs in her nude pumps with needle-like heels.

Chi blesses me with a smile which causes tiny lines to appear on her long, pointed nose and her cheeks reddens. I can't tell if it's the blush she applied or her cheeks are that red but the smile remains on my lips.

Redirecting my stare to King who has made himself comfortable on the seat across me, I stand and sit back almost immediately. I don't have to answer to him anymore, this is my office. I make the rules here, not him.

"What do you want here, Mr Daniels? I think the polite thing to do is to knock and wait for the person to ask you in," I pause and wait for my words to sink in. "You did not knock and I did not ask you to come in."

A slight frown mars King's handsome face and I mentally jubilate at my small victory. He hates being addressed by his last name, only Mr Adams is allowed to. But I don't care, if he dares to come into my office unannounced, he will take whatever name I call him. Besides, it's still his name.

King arches a perfect eyebrow at me, places his folded hands on the table. "I wanted to catch you unawares, maybe sleeping or something so I can tell Boss how lazy you are. You should never have gotten this job."

I scoff and cross my arms under my breasts, which brings his attention to my cleavage. Maybe I am a Junior staff and he has been a staff longer than I have but the decision was not made by me. I never had much of a say and if he has an issue with it, he can take it up with the person who gave the orders.

With a smile, I mutter the words I've always longed to tell him, "Get out of my office."

"Now," he says and rises slowly from his seat, stalking towards me until his legs hit the back of my chair. "Don't let this job get into your head, you are coming back to Madiba and I am still the boss of you."

His voice sends a chill down my spine and his fingers slightly caress my boobs when he pulls my chair back. He mumbles an apology and I level a hard stare at him, trying to keep my growing anger in check.

I am going nowhere; my place is here.

He takes a seat on my table, pulling the chair to him so he can tower over me with his hands resting on the armrest. I raise my head and our gazes clashes, his mouth part open but it seems as though he has forgotten what he has to say, same with me.

There's barely any space left between us and if he so much as dips his head, our lips will lock in a passionate kiss. His breath fans my face, the thrumming of the AC fades into the background and all I can see is the brown of his eyes, the specks of gold that threatens to overshadow the brown.

"Pauline ..." he trails off and those familiar chills run up my spine. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip without breaking eye contact, my breath quickens and I do the first thing that comes to mind.

I kiss him. I grab him by the collar and crash my mouth on his, moaning against his lips when he responds with equal fervour.

"So this is why you won't pick my calls?" a voice barks at us and I jerk away from King, putting enough distance between us.

My chest rises and falls as I try to steady my breathing and I swipe the back of my hand over my lips to wipe off any evidence of our kiss. I smoothen my jacket, thankful for King who has the good sense to block my view of the guest while I try to compose myself. I shouldn't have let that happen.

What was I thinking? To be honest, I wasn't.

"So this is it?" the voice says again.

Turning in the direction of the new voice, the anger I felt earlier return at the smirk I catch on King's lips. I don't blame him.

"Who asked you to come in?" I say to Edwin.

His chest puffs out as if he is surprised by my question. "Pauline, who asked me to come in?" He scoffs in irritation. "If you were actually working instead of getting smooched, you would have heard me come in after knocking for God knows how long!"

"It's not what you think," I protest and rise to my feet, shrinking at his angry stare.

Edwin eyes me with so much disdain like I am a dirty beggar touching his car that has just left a car wash and my mouth clamps shut. His gaze trails to King who has watched the scene unfold before him with a smirk I itch to wipe off his face.

"And who are you?" he questions.

"King Daniels, a pleasure to meet you, Mr ..."

"There is nothing pleasurable about this meeting," he murmurs in a cold voice and turns to me. "You! This is the reason you are always tired, isn't it?" Without waiting for my response, he continues, "When he's done servicing you, you come to me and complain about being tired when you spend all day at the office exchanging spit with the man you claim to despise. Who does that?"

"That's enough, Edwin," I start, "this has never happened before." I have no idea why I am explaining myself to him but I go on to say, "You walked in at the wrong time."

"Of course I did," he says and a corner of his lip twitches. "You are a fucking slut and you can keep kissing him for all I care."

I have always known Edwin to have a short temper but never has it been directed at me. His words light a fire in the pit of my belly, my hands tremble at my side. He is the only man I have been with and he knows that but what does it matter now? I am a slut and I will show him how we act.

"Oh, yeah?" I murmur and lean in close to King who easily wraps an arm around my waist. "Let me show you how it's done."

Then my lips descend on King's for the second time today, making sure to moan loudly to infuriate the man I have known as my boyfriend and friend for two years. The anger I feel overpowers my dislike for King, I am so done with Edwin's pompous ass.

King cups my butt briefly and deepens the kiss as he palms my face. He teases me with his tongue, taking turns to suck and bite on my lip. I find myself starting to enjoy the kiss and I pull away. Fast. To avoid a repeat.

A knowing gleam enters King's eyes and I take a step away from him. He is one hell of a good kisser, better than Edwin and I am sure he knows that. That smirk tells it all.

"We are over slut," Edwin's voice booms, reminding us of his presence. I shoo him off like a fly that has overstayed its welcome because he has. We are done; over.

We have been over for a long time; I was not bold enough to tell him to his face.

The door shakes as Edwin bangs it behind him and I am afraid it will fall off its hinges. I don't feel any remorse but a sense of relief.

"You are not a slut," King starts to say but I place my index finger over his full lips.

I don't want to hear it; I don't want to hear that word. What I want to do is to explore my new relationship status, I want to kiss him. Maybe I voiced that thought out, I don't know but King's lips blanket mine.

There is an urgency in this kiss, his expert movements as he starts to unbutton my jacket which soon falls at my feet. He places his face in between the swell of my boobs and I moan when his fingers pinch my nipples through my red lace lingerie.

King unhooks my bra and I mirror the smile on his lips when he stares in awe at my boobs that are standing in all their perky glory. His lips close over one of them and I moan, throwing my head back to allow the sweet sensation course through me.

My moans increase as he sucks on them, taking turns between each nipple. Without breaking the kiss, he leads me to the couch and unzips my skirt, leaving me in my matching panties which soon joins my skirt. My body is aflame, aching for more of his touch and I wrap my legs around his waist.

His kisses become slower, sloppier as he fumbles with his trousers and I help out by tugging on the buckle of his belt. After a few unsuccessful attempts, we manage to free his dick from its confine and I gulp at the size, his length. My fingers reach out to caress it and his face squeezes as he hisses.

King's penis is big, bigger than Edwin's and also thicker. He slides two of his fingers into my wetness without notice and I scream in delight as my vaginal walls clench violently against his slender digits. I thrust my hips forward, willing him to get on with the real deal. I can't help it. I need him. Now.

As if on cue, my phone rings when his penis pokes my entrance and our bodies freeze. The phone rings again, bringing us back to the reality of what we are about to do. I look at him, then back at my naked body, wondering how things escalated to this.

Reaching for the closest piece of clothing, I bring it up to cover my breasts and my legs drop from his waist. "Get out."

King ignores me. His fingers slide deeper into my warmth and his other hand pinch my nipple but unlike before, it irritates me. I feel disgusted, like the slut Edwin say I am.

"Get out of my office!" my voice booms.

This time, he listens. His fingers slide out of my vagina and I stifle a moan, watching through hooded eyes as he takes his time to dress up as if he is giving me a chance to change my mind. He saunters to the mirror on the wall, my personal addition, when he is sure he looks okay, he heads for the door.

"We will continue this some other time," he says and opens the door, then on further thought adds, "you are one hell of a kisser."

The door closes gently behind him and my shoulders sag in relief. I rub my legs together to rid the tingling sensation in between them, hurrying to put on my clothes. I have a strong feeling we might have gone ahead if my phone didn't ring and I am not sure how I feel about that.

My left thumb moves to my lips and I smile. I haven't been kissed like that before and I already miss the feel of his lips on mine.

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I had not given so much thought to who I wanted as Mr. King but for now I decided to go with Blossom Chukwujeku. I was tempted to use Bryan Okwara or OC Ukeje.

Picture: Blossom Chukwujeku.

I will put pictures of Bryan and OC in the next chapters. Don't forget to Vote, Comment and Follow for more updates.