Secretary, Do You Want to Sleep With Me? Chapter 29

By Valeria

At the nightclub, I felt someone grab my wrist and drag me to a corner.

It was Diego.

"Finally, I found you."

"Let go of me."

"I'm not letting you go. I don't know what you think you're doing."

"You and I have nothing to do with each other."

"That's what you think. Your parents aren't here to back you up now. You're going to do what I say."

"You're wrong."

He forced a kiss on me while I pushed him away. We struggled for a long time.

Fortunately, a security guard saw us and approached.

Diego said we were a couple, but I shook my head.

It was a horrible situation.

"You're not going to forget me. This isn't over."

He said as the security guard escorted him out of the club.

I just looked for Emi among the crowd.

When I finally found her, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The issue now was getting outside to catch a cab and making sure Diego wasn't there or didn't follow us, since he hadn't figured out where we lived yet.

I don't understand. When we were together, he was the one always going out with other girls. The last time I saw him, he was kissing another girl, surrounded by his friends, without caring about my feelings. Then he insisted we get back together, and now he's become completely violent.

He still doesn't care about my feelings. Now, it's a mix of contempt and disgust I feel for him when he's near or I hear his voice. Otherwise, it's total indifference.

"Can you call Alejandro and have him send his driver with a bodyguard?"

"No, I don't want to bother him at this hour. Remember, he was uncomfortable when his aunt invited us for New Year's Eve, and I apologized to her for not attending. He might still be at his aunt's house..."

We decided to order an Uber and have one of the bodyguards accompany us to make sure Diego, if he was outside, didn't follow us.

After everything he put me through, he still tormented me.

Then it was time to go to China.

Susana insisted I take some party dresses, just in case.

I didn't want more dresses, but between Mariana and Susana, they forced me to accept them.

It's clear they care a lot about me, and I care a lot about them and respect them both.

Alejandro remained almost indifferent to me.

During the flight, one of the flight attendants approached him, flirting shamelessly, and he took her hand, leading her to the private room on the plane.

The sounds coming from the room penetrated the walls.

The pain I feel is immense.

Everything I felt when we made love in his office, and now I hear him making another woman feel the same.

I can't cry; it wouldn't make sense.

Although I feel like it.

I put on headphones, not even wanting to listen to music. But what other choice did I have?

About two hours later, he reappeared.

He winked at me.

He's shameless.

I smiled at him, or at least tried to.

"Do you want to sleep for a while? The trip is long."

As if I wanted to sleep in the sheets where he just made love to someone else!

I didn't answer, and he shrugged.

"Then I'll sleep."

I went to the couches and reviewed conversations in Chinese.

To be more comfortable, I took off my high-heeled sandals and unbuttoned my jeans, which were tight.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but the flight attendant woke me up to return to my seat. We were making a stop, and strangely, I had a travel blanket over me.

A flight attendant must have put it on me.

By Alejandro

I want to have her at my feet.

I was very upset with Valeria.

I wasn't sure why.

On December 31st, I kept her until 8 PM, so she'd be late for wherever she was going. Maybe, seeing herself alone, she'd call my aunt, and we'd spend New Year's together.

I regretted telling her it wasn't necessary to spend that day with my aunt.

My bad mood was evident that day.

She didn't call, and I'm sure she spent it in her apartment, maybe with her friend or alone.

When I picked her up from her house with my driver to go to China, Emi was hugging her as if she were leaving for six months.

I was dying to kiss Valeria, but I was pretending to be indifferent.

It really bothers me that she doesn't complain about anything. It's a blow to my pride.

Any other woman would have quit or caused a scene, and I would have fired her. But no matter what scene she caused, I'd never fire her.

The worst part is that I desire her like an animal.

What we experienced in my office was just an appetizer.

And the week I knew her parents were leaving, and I could find her more vulnerable, we had a lot of work.

As soon as we boarded the plane, one of the flight attendants was already flirting with me.

I know there are serious flight attendants, but I usually hire ones I can have fun with; it's many hours to China.

I slept with her right away.

Maybe to show Valeria that, anywhere, I had women at my feet.

I don't know if it bothered her, but she always made that face, that distant smile that annoyed me so much.

Then I went to sleep for a while, offering her the room knowing she wouldn't use it.

When I woke up, I saw her sleeping on one of the couches. She is so beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous, she looked like an innocent creature, nothing like the woman who gave me the best blowjob of my life. Not that she wasn't sexy while sleeping, she was, but I didn't want to look at her. She's too attractive, and even though I had been with someone just a few hours ago, seeing her made me lose control. I asked one of the flight attendants for something to cover her with, and I carefully covered her without waking her.

When she woke up, we ate together.

We talked about a bit of everything.

"Where did you spend New Year's Eve?" I wanted to know what she had done.

"At the apartment, with Emi, and I went to bed early."

"And on January 1st?"

I noticed she got nervous.

"We went dancing at night."

"I don't like you going out dancing, something could happen to you."

"I'm 20 years old, it's normal for me to want to go dancing."

She was right, but I didn't want to imagine others desiring her like I did. If they saw her in that red dress or something similar, all the men there would be drooling over her.

"How was it?"

I tried to sound indifferent as I asked.

"Good." She answered nervously, lowering her head.

"What happened?"

"Nothing... just that my ex-boyfriend was there and he forced a kiss on me. We struggled, and then the club security came and took him out. I was scared he might follow us when we left, if he was still outside."

"Why didn't you call me? I would have sent the driver."

"That's what Emi said, but I didn't want to bother you."

"Valeria, that man keeps threatening you, don't take risks."

"I don't, but I like going out dancing, even if I don't do it often."

I caressed her neck, and I swear it burned me, literally.

"Vale..."

I didn't know whether to pull my hand away or keep caressing her until she asked to be with me.

I know that's not going to happen.

After so many days of avoiding contact with her, I touched her skin, and the desire I have for her is impossible to describe. What is it about this woman?

I want to quench the fire she ignites in me with her mouth, the one that burns me inside until I lose all sense of right and wrong.

I can't stand her rejection.

"Damn it, Valeria, I want you."

I took her mouth, and my hands sought the contact of her skin.

She didn't reciprocate.

When I pulled away, she told me once again that I wasn't her owner, that I should go with one of the flight attendants.

That's what I did; I took two into the room. I was so aroused just from kissing her, and I needed to calm that fire.

But it's not that easy.

Yes, I was with two women, again, but I wanted her.

The flight attendants were beautiful and knew what they were doing.

However, I felt no extra emotion, neither now nor before, when I boarded the plane and also slept with one of them.

I can't keep fooling myself; I need to be with Valeria, no one else will do.

Her constant refusal drives me crazy.

Always so perfect, so womanly, standing out among everyone.

When I left the room, she had her headphones on again and a different sparkle in her eyes.

Did it bother her that I locked myself up with two flight attendants?

I hope so, because it bothers me that she rejects me.

The trip felt endless.

Finally, we arrived.

The hotel was international, so we didn't even have problems with the type of food.

The first night we had dinner at the hotel and rested. I couldn't help but notice how people looked at Valeria.

Lately, everything about her puts me in a bad mood.

It stresses me out not having her and seeing how others devour her with their eyes just like I do.

However, I know that in a way, I have her.

I usually kiss her, caress her, and we've even had sex, but I want more from her. I want her at my feet.

She's the only one who isn't.

I regretted making her feel uncomfortable that time we came back from my father's house, when my aunt invited her for New Year's Eve. She ended up going dancing the next day and ran into her ex-boyfriend.

He's a loser, yet he had her love.

Not that I want her love...

I just want her to be mine.

What would it be like to have Valeria's love? To have her every night...

Not having her makes me think stupid things.