I make my way to the office, navigating through the bustling roads of the city. I entered the building carrying a smile on my face and enthusiasm for myself. It is the first day of my first job. The moment I opened the glass door of the office and started walking in the lobby, it felt like I was walking through a lot of upcoming opportunities in my life.

I started my day with positive energy and didn't know the day was going to be full of tumultuous storms. Everyone was busy with their tasks. No one is looking for another. I was feeling thrilled until I recalled what I had been told about the temper of my boss by everyone.

I didn't want anything to bring down my positive energy. I shook my head and walked up to the reception. I was about to ask when I should submit my document to HR. But I stopped as my eyes landed on him. He was engulfed talking to someone on the phone. His one hand was placed on the glass door of the office. While talking on the phone, he was observing the whole floor, and no one dared to lift their heads in his presence.

Mr. Van Kirk has an authoritative demeanor. His aura was dark and deadly. His body was impeccably toned. His angular features reflect the thunder of his personality. Despite hearing about his bad temper and aggressive attitude toward everyone, I felt attracted to him. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I had no fear of what would happen if he caught me ogling him.

When he talks, his chiseled jaw, broad lips, and flawless Adam's apple move in such a way that I can't decide whom to kiss first. Or maybe I wanted those lips to kiss me. I came back to reality when my phone started to ring and everyone on the floor lifted their heads and looked at me.

The receptionist stood up, snatched my phone, and dismissed the call. I was about to take my phone back but she handed it back and sighed. "No, one told you in an interview about the phone rule."

I took my phone back and shook my head. "What phone rule?"

Before she responded, I heard a roar behind me. "Who have you given your interview to?"

I turned around and responded immediately because I had no strength to ask him the reason. "Miss. Rachel."

Mr. Van Kirk pointed at Miss Rachel and his voice was not less than thunder. "Rachel, you are fired."

I gasped; my legs were wiggling but I still managed to stand still. I kept my hand over the reception counter to maintain my balance. Rachel stood up from her chair and was about to say something but Mr. Van Kirk didn't let her. "Don't even bother to do that. I want you out of my office in five minutes."

Rachel nodded with tears in her eyes and I felt guilt as I was the reason she got fired. The girl at the reception told me. "Always put your phone on silent within the office."

I took a deep breath and headed towards my table. When I sat down, the door to his office was wide open. Mr. Van Kirk was reading something from the file nestled in his arms. I shook my head, convinced myself that I should go inside, and introduced myself to him. I was about to stand but then my mind raised a question: What if he has some rules for his assistant?

He looked at me through the glass door. I thought he was going to call me but he looked the other way instantly. I mustered up the courage and stood up. I knocked at his door and when he nodded, I walked inside.

I cleared my throat to get his attention but he kept reading his file. "Hello, Mr. Van Kirk. I am Anna and I'll be your new assistant."

I paused for his response but he made me feel like I was not here. A rush of anger coursed through my body so I continued. "I am sorry, I didn't know..."

I stopped when he looked at me with his blue, piercing eyes. I forgot about his inhuman attitude toward Miss Rachel, and it was replaced by an inexplicable spark within me. The time stood still and again I felt the magnetic pull toward him.

With his rigid face, he told me. "Only come to me when I call you."

I didn't know what to do. Should I nod and go out? Should I protest against his icy and unwelcoming tone? Should I tell him it won't kill him if he talks gently? This was an unexpected first interaction of mine with my boss.

I should hate his attitude but I find myself more inclined toward his harsh tone. I was battling with conflicting emotions deep inside me. First I was afraid of him, then I felt anger in me due to his inhuman behavior but now I am facing undeniable attraction for him.

I was lost in thoughts and Mr. Van Kirk pointed at my table. "So go to your place and start work."

I felt heat release between my legs when he was being harsh on me. While coming back to my table, I asked myself, "How can I melt my panties for someone like Mr. Van Kirk?"

His indifferent attitude made me feel less excited for the job and more excited for him. I thought his attitude would change with the passage of time but he remained the same all day. He was cruel and brash toward me. He made me feel like I was useless; I had no skills to perform assigned tasks.

Every time I made an effort to deliver what he expected me to, he treated me like an incompetent employee. I felt like he was on the verge of punching my confidence but I didn't know why he was doing this to me when I was trying hard to live up to his expectations.

The more he treated me harshly, the more I found my skin on fire. When he was near me, I couldn't ignore the heat stirring between my thighs. Sometimes I feel like I want him to treat me more like it, as his icy tone fulfills my desire. His tone soothed my soul.

After trying a lot of times to get his approval, a fiery rush coursed through my body and I walked up to him without knocking at his door. I wanted to break the barriers he had created all around him with his monstrous demeanor. He was standing near the window.

I cleared my throat. "Mr. Van Kirk, can I ask you something?"

He turned around and was taken aback by my directness. Surprise was all over his face. He never expected anyone to talk to him in this tone. "What is it?"

I sighed and asked. "What is your problem?"

He clenched his jaw. "What do you mean?"

I shook my head. "I should be specific. I apologize," I blew my nose. "What is your problem with me?"

I didn't see that coming when he responded. "You are attracted to me; this should be your problem. I appreciate it if you don't rub it on my shoulder."

My eyes widened and I stammered. "What.... What are... I don't know what you are talking about."

Mr. Van Kirk moved close to me. "So, you are denying your attraction toward me? And also denying you don't want to lunge at me."

I felt exposed but I put on my false bravado. "First, I am not attracted to you and second, I will appreciate it if you start talking to me in a gentle tone because I don't know why you can't see but I am trying hard to get your approval."

He grinded his teeth. "I wouldn't have been harsh to you if you had finished one damn job properly."

I raised my brow. "So you meant, since morning, you have been yelling at me because of me? It had nothing to do with your stone-hearted nature."

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Yes."

When his warm breath reached my earlobe, it sent excitement down my spine. Before my process, all emotions swirled within me. My body reacted, my lips smashed against his lips, and he didn't hesitate to plunge his tongue into my mouth and kiss me as if he had wanted to do so since morning.

My body is leaning into him as his hands are buried in my hair. I encircled my arms around his neck, his hands moved down to my back curves, and not only did he cup them, but he hitched me up by the back of my thighs. He left me with no option, so I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me to the wall, positioned himself perfectly over my throbbing pussy, and started moving my ass up and down to his hard essence.

Suddenly, the piercing ringtone of Mr. Van Kirk's phone shattered the moment of bliss and he put me on the floor. That fucking call was the reason the heat between us faded away. While breathing heavily, my eyes fell on the screen of his phone, and it was his fiance calling him.

I walked out of his office with a heavy heart. I felt betrayed. I was cursing myself for assuming him to be single. After one and a half hours, he asked me to come into his office. I had no strength to talk to him due to our shared intimate moment. After thinking for a few moments, I shook my head and chin up because I was not alone in what had happened between us. He also kissed me.

When I went into his office, he handed me a stack of files. I nodded and rushed back to my table. I took a deep breath. And I vowed I wouldn't hinder a few moments of weakness in the growth of my job. I became engulfed in my tasks and lost track of time.

The moment I got myself done with a task, I realized I was alone, sitting in the hall. I immediately hurried to his office but he was nowhere to be found. I thought Mr. Van Kirk also went home so I kept the file at his table and turned around. I bumped into a towering figure.

My face was buried in his chest. I sniffed his scent and wanted to stay here forever but I recalled that he was engaged and I also had a boyfriend who must have been waiting for me to come back and I told him about the first day of my work.

I looked up and he was already looking at me with lust in his eyes. I got lost in the depths of his eyes and he cleared his throat. "Are you planning to stay like this forever?"

A sudden surge of joy coursed through me, reigniting the inexplicable fire that seemed to burn whenever we were near. I immediately stepped back and was about to walk past him but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer. "I was yelling at you all day because I didn't want to do this."

I was looking at him with questions in my mind, like, What does he mean by THAT?

His lips crashed into mine and the way he was claiming my mouth, I couldn't resist my whirlwind passion for him. While kissing, he lifted me up and walked up to the table. He placed me on it gently, adding to the darkness since I felt like hanging around him. I could not help but anticipate rugged or rough handling, like someone who excluded an aura of roughness, but his gentle, soft, yet intense touch turned me frigging red hot. His hand fell on my thighs, and he started parting my legs, His hands landed on my inner thigh; heat radiated within me, and cold air whooshed. Before I could say anything, he pulled up my skirt, and when he saw my soaked panties, his facial expression showed that he was thinking of me as a greedy creature.

Instead of being shy or embarrassed, I am hell-confident, sitting right in front of him with my legs apart. He leaned down on me, his breath ghosting over my ear and sending chills down my spine. "You shouldn't let me get close to you," and then he ripped my panties, and without wasting any time, his one finger plunged inside my core, and my moan filled the silent room.

I threw my head back and felt pleasure all over me. while he grumbled and slid his second finger inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, causing me to whimper and lose my grip on the table. After a few shovings of his finger deep inside me, my muscles started to stretch and I juiced his finger. I collapsed on his chest after screaming his name.

He continued to impress me with his skills by withdrawing his finger and moving up to my breasts. He started caressing them.

In my trembling voice. "Ahhhh....I am loving it."

After a while, when I felt rawness in my breasts, he released them and yanked up my top. Today I didn't wear a bra under my top. When my breasts burst out and bounced, I was expecting him to pop them in his mouth.

But that damn man is so unpredictable. While looking at my pebbles, he went down, and when his eyes landed on my core once again, his expression told me that he appreciated what was right in front of him.

He started brushing his lips on the edges of my core, his shallow kisses sending thrills to my whole body. I was pleased by his kisses and I thought it was perfect but when he parted his lips and slid his tongue inside, Oh, sweet Lord, he is actually devouring it, licking it, and sucking it, and I felt the orgasm building inside me. Thrust after thrust, I can't even understand if I'm screaming or just blabbering in pleasure.

As the second rumblings of an orgasmic experience began to take root in my body, I screamed his name, and when he began his kissing trail from my core to my stomach, he didn't give me a chance to disappoint because my orgasm kept screaming within me. He released his grip on me, unbuckling his belt and shoving down his pants at the same time. and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of foil.

I looked at his throbbing essence. I gasped, and he sensed my reaction, to which he smirked and rolled it on, and before I said or saw anything further, he started kissing my lips again, and at the same time, I was feeling something thick and solid against my soaked entrance. I realized he was not being arrogant to me; it was his confidence overshadowed by his darkness, and I had misunderstood him all this time.

When he pushed farther and deeper into my damp pathway, his fingers entwined with my hair, clutching it at the nape of my neck. My body gets tossed into a new level of disarray whenever he alters his rhythm. He is taking control of me, making it so that I have no option but to accept what he is giving me, and I am absolutely loving it. I am in this never-ending cycle of pure excitement; it's like an unstoppable force of multiples just flowing through me nonstop. I am literally losing control, trembling, and moaning. Don't stop. Ahh. It's too much.

My heartbeat was about to explode because I was nearing my third orgasm. I screamed but not loud enough to miss his ecstatic roar that comes right before he thrusts deep and shallow. When our breathing returned to normal, I stood up, gathered my clothes that were scattered across the room, and dressed myself. When I exited his room and came into contact with sunshine, my eyes squinted, and I immediately realized that we had spent the entire night together without exchanging a single word.

I walked up to my desk, where I typed out my letter of resignation. I smiled to myself as I grabbed my things, sent the email, and then exited the building with a smirk on my face. As soon as I went back to my house, I turned on my laptop to start looking for another job but all of a sudden, I got a response to my resignation that said it would not be accepted and that I would have to finish out my probationary time at least.

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