Secretary, Do You Want to Sleep With Me? Chapter 24

By Alejandro

I stood up and walked around my desk.

She hadn't sat down, and I dominated her with my height and my body.

Without realizing what I was doing, I twisted her arm behind her back. I don't know if I did it violently, probably yes.

"You're hurting me," she said without looking away.

"Who are you going out with?" I asked.

"With whoever I choose," she continued to challenge me.

I twisted her arm more. At this point, I think I was really hurting her. I was out of control. I had never lost to anyone, especially not a woman I was interested in. Of course, no woman had ever mattered to me as much as she did.

I kissed her. We were too close not to, but it wasn't just a passionate kiss. There was no tenderness in it; it was filled with anger, lust, and almost contempt.

She acted all saintly with me and rejected me, then told me she could go out with whoever she wanted. I kissed her to offend her, and I didn't let go of her arm. With my other hand, I held her head. Despite the anger and hatred I felt, there was also an excitement I couldn't control.

I let go of the arm I had twisted behind her back and lifted her skirt, searching for her intimacy. I thrust two fingers into her vagina. I had never managed to make her orgasm with me, and I wanted to do it right then.

She never responded to my kisses or my caresses, which I know weren't really caresses. It was an offense, almost a violation of what I was doing to her. I realized that if I continued, I wouldn't stop until I possessed her. I was going to rape her.

I pulled away suddenly. I looked at her, not knowing whether to apologize or run away. She was serious, not crying, and didn't seem scared.

"Never in your life do to me what you just did again," she said without a single tear falling from her eyes.

"Vale... I... lost my head. I know that not even by asking for your forgiveness do I deserve it... I... please..."

"From this moment, consider my resignation," she said.

"No, Vale, please, no."

"Why not? I'm sure you've never treated any of the other women in your life the way you just treated me."

"That's true."

"I don't deserve your treatment. It's better if everything ends here."

I took her by the shoulders. I realized I didn't want to stop seeing her, not even for a day, even if it was just to annoy her. I wanted her as... my secretary.

I was wrong, I know that. I'm a lawyer, and if she reports me, she's right. She could even file a report for attempted rape. I'm not afraid of that; I'm afraid of not seeing her anymore. She's the only person I want to see every day of my life.

I acted on impulse. I didn't kiss her like I usually do. I kiss her differently, I know that, but now I had kissed her differently too. I kissed her to offend her. It hurt when she told me she could consider going out with whoever she wanted, and I wanted to hurt her too.

"Vale, you didn't deserve what just happened, I know. I'm sorry, please."

"I've lived through too much mistreatment from Diego, and I won't let anyone else treat me like that."

"I'm sorry, Vale, darling, I swear I don't know what happened to me."

"Understand that I'm not your property. I'm just your secretary."

"Yes, darling, I know," I said, not very convincingly.

I can't fix what just happened with a gift, no matter how important, nor with a raise. I don't know how to reach her.

I hugged her, this time with tenderness. I moved her hair and tucked it behind her ear. I looked at her mouth. Damn, she's so close, and I can't hold back. I gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead, but then moved down to her mouth. I was gentle and considerate in that kiss, even though I knew it wasn't the right moment to kiss her. I had just told her I understood she wasn't mine, yet I couldn't digest it.

"Vale, don't leave. I really am sorry."

"Alejandro, you don't understand that I'm not your property."

"Yes... I understand, please stay with me."

"You won't get another chance, ever. If you treat me like you did before, you won't see me again."

Only with her do I sometimes ask for things nicely, and to her, I say sorry and I apologize.

I don't want her to leave, at least not before having her in my bed. I want her subdued, but by her own choice.

I feel that even after having her, I'll always want her by my side. She's the only face I want to see every morning, while we have breakfast, or while I'm preparing my day's schedule.

"Come have lunch with me, we need to talk about the trip to China."

"We can talk about it later, and don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. We'll discuss it when you get back from lunch."

"I won't have time later, really. That idiot Carlos made me waste a lot of time."

"Alright, let's go."

I don't know why I don't go out to lunch with her more often. Not every day, but I truly enjoy her company. I'll start considering it as a working lunch and she won't be able to refuse.

During lunch, I talked to her about China, so she wouldn't think I was obsessed, because I wasn't.

I have power and I use it.

I'm used to women looking at me and being the center of attention.

And even though at events in the United States I saw how they looked at her, Valeria was dressed really sexy. However, now she wasn't dressed for a party, though she wore a skirt that highlighted her figure and legs, and an animal print shirt. She was sexy, but not more than other women. Yet, men couldn't stop looking at her.

I didn't know whether to feel flattered by having such a beauty next to me, as I always felt when I was with a beautiful woman, or to punch every guy who looked at her.

I don't know why I'm so possessive with her. Deep down, I know she's not mine, and despite the kisses and caresses, I don't really have her.

The trip to China was scheduled for January. Then I would go on vacation, and I understand she needs her vacation too. I can't have her at my disposal throughout all my vacations.

Or maybe I can, I don't know. I'll figure it out when the time comes.

Right now, I was happy because Carlos didn't have lunch with Valeria, but I did.

We got back from lunch, and I asked Omar to come to my office.

I was supposed to go to lunch with him. We had some problems to solve.

I told him what happened with Carlos and that I wanted to fire him.

He was going to talk to the lawyers. It's not easy to fire him, but at least we would pressure him and he wouldn't be so comfortable in my company.

He messed with me by messing with Valeria.

However, I didn't tell him that I practically assaulted her. Not with penetration, but I at least forced her.

I can soften the situation with less damning words, but I didn't even behave like a man.

That woman drives me crazy.

I lose my mind over her, and it will be that way until we have sex.

The day will come when I find her vulnerable, I know it.

We moved on to discuss the pending issue.

The temporary shelters.

It's getting complicated.

The pressures, rightly so, from Omar's father, who being a federal judge, didn't want any trouble.

For us, it's a fantastic business venture.

We're lawyers and we know how far we can compromise Omar's father.

"We'll put a front man, someone not connected to us."

"We can resolve that with the lawyers."

"We can handle it ourselves, don't forget that almost no one knows we're the owners."

We don't run prostitution there, or anywhere else, even though temporary shelters lend themselves to it.

If we consume, so to speak, prostitutes, we hire them at the restaurant where we usually go, or anywhere else.

"It's a matter of finding the right person that we can pressure without any issues."

We have to be careful.

"Yes, in January there's the judicial recess, so your dad will be on vacation, and meanwhile, we'll look for the right front man."

The issue wasn't being the owners of a chain of temporary shelters. If there was ever a scandal at one of them, they could trace the owners easily and it could tarnish Omar's father's reputation.