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“Leanna, I’ll be taking a leave from school today~.” I signed my name on the papers on my desk and stamped my seal hard against it.
Leanna is my brother’s fiancée and my sister-in-law/best friend. I like her the moment she cured my brother’s ‘condition.’
Leanna was like a breath of fresh air with her lazy-no-care attitude. It was a first to see a girl who didn’t care about her reputation, didn’t conform to the judgment nor acceptance of others. Even for me, a Fay, I still had to act the part in front of society when the situations called for it.
Maybe that was why we were drawn to her.
Maybe it was her upbringing. Very different from ours. But I didn’t care.
She’s perfect for my brother.
“I don’t know~. Since my brother is not here at the moment, I’m taking over.”
I organized the papers and handed them to Three, my secretary/personal guard.
“Don’t worry~. It’ll be over soon before you can even say p***.”
I ended the call and glanced at the mountain of papers at my side.
I sighed, ruffling my fringe.
Those shitty Goldwood’s! Why did we ever associate ourselves with those kinds of people?!
“I swear~ when I have my revenge. I’ll have your sorry asses plugged by ***, and all your holes will bleed from ***. Tehehehe!”
“Young miss, please do mind your language when you’re in front of other people.”
I beamed at Three and resumed stamping the mountain of papers.
Three just shook her head before leaving my office.
I didn’t know when did I become this perverted. I think having Cain Fay as a brother and a man like Zhander Jansen in my life was the cause. Loving Zhander for who knows how long, and suppressing my desires for him, I think all those suppressed negative energies formed into something and became a part of me.
If that makes any sense.
There was a word for it.
Zhander, you just wait~. When you finally realize your feelings for me . . . I’ll tie you up and tie your p***, and I will r***. When it’s all over, let’s see if you can still stand then. Tehehehehe!
“Young miss, Zhander Jansen, request an audience with you.”
Oh~! Speaking of the devil!
“Have him up.”
“Young miss, you have a meeting at eight.”
“. . .”
“As you wish.”
I took off my blazer, exposing my white bodycon dress, and quickly grabbed my makeup kit and retouched myself.
Satisfied, I arranged my dress and hair. I pushed my breasts up, crossed my legs and fingers, and straightened my back, just in time for Zhander to knock and enter my office.
My eyes sparkled at the sight of him, wearing his usual three-piece suit, all in black. It was tieless, and a portion of his shirt was unbuttoned, showing his collarbone and the sexy line of his chest.
I think he heard my raggedy breathing.
I didn’t care.
The more he realized my desire for him –– the better.
And when he smiled at me, my drool pooled beneath my lips. I swiftly wiped it away.
“Little Stela, how are you? Did you have breakfast yet? I brought you this.” Zhander sat on the sofa and placed a box of my favorite cream puffs on the table.
I stood to my feet, slow and careful, making sure every step I made, I breathed in and out to calm my rampaging desire for him.
I wanted to sit on his lap, but suppressed the urge and contented to sit beside him instead. I purposely sat close to him, brushing our hands and legs in the process and acted like nothing happened.
Zhander cleared his throat and scooted over to put distance between us.
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