Sex And Fantasies

What She Wanted

ENTRY 17.9 *** HAILEE “Someone is looking at you downstairs. Should I invite him up?” It was Rona’s first question when she came back from work. I frowned and didn’t bother to answer it. I’m not expecting anyone. “Hay…” I continued to play games on my phone and ignored her when suddenly she snatched it and glared at me. “I am talking to you—” “I’m not expecting anyone,” I simply replied and snatched my phone back. I heard her deep sigh, but I continued to play. “It’s Scott.” Hearing that name made my heart skip in anger. “What is he doing here? How did he know—Ouch!” I exclaimed when Rona slapped my face. “Get back to your senses.” I glared at her. “Then why did you slap me?” Rona just arched her brow and rolled her eyes before she turned her back away from me. “Just tell that jerk, am not gonna—” “Too late, I’m already here.” My eyes widened when I heard his voice. I looked at Rona and the bitch. She was smiling. She got me with this, huh? “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, anger-filled in my voice. Scott walked towards me and stopped a meter away. Fuck! I cursed inside my head as I started to scan him from head to toe. He’s oozing sex appeal while wearing his Armani suit. I hemmed to clear my throat when I glanced at the bulk between his thighs and arched my brow as I looked up, meeting his playful smirk. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

I looked to the right and cursed inside my head when I couldn’t find Rona. That bitch! I arched my brow and leaned on the headboard of the bed when I met his gaze. “What are you doing here?” Scott crept a sly smirk on his lips as his eyes went down to my body, making my eyes widen when I realized that I didn’t wear any bra. Just my black spaghetti and cotton shorts. I found this moment to tease him. “Loving the view?” Scott put back his attention to me. He scoffs. “It’s disgusting. It’s not my type either,” he replied. I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “You don’t get the point, right? And who the hell cares about your views on girls? As if you’re my type too—” “Says that big poster of mine at the door, right?” he interrupted as he pointed to his poster. Fuck! I’m dead. I could feel the heat rushing into my cheeks. Damn! “It’s… it’s not mine. It’s Rona’s—” “Nope!” What? My confused expression was really visible when I heard Rona’s voice. Damn, I wish the ground to open and swallow me. “It’s not what—don’t come any closer….” I warned him, but Scott continued to walk towards me, “Scott… I will fucking knock you out—” “Oh. Try then,” he teased, and in just a blink of an eye, he already caged me with his arms as he leaned on me. I gulped and tried to calm myself. “W-What do you want?” Scott’s lips hooked up. “I’m still looking for an assistant, yet you’re the only one who’s qualified for it,” he said as his gaze locked into mine. I let out a sarcastic laugh and frowned after. “You just crumpled my resume right in front of my eyes. And I am a licensed engineer. I’m overqualified for the assistant position.” I saw how lines formed on his forehead. Then suddenly, I gasped when his right hand went above my left breast. My eyes widened, and my heart skipped fast the moment his hand landed. And I could feel his warm touch amidst the thin cloth.

“This is what you want, right? Uncle will grant it if so,” he said and moved away. I bit my lower lip and totally forgot my rage at him at that moment. I stood up and was about to lock the door when it opened and showed Rona. I arched my brow. “I need to meet someone. So, have some time together,” she said and winked at me before she left. I cursed inside my head and closed my eyes to calm myself. I locked the door and turned to face him. He’s now sitting on my small bed his eyes still fixed on mine. I heaved a deep sigh to gain courage as I walked towards him. I took off my upper garment and tossed it on the floor without hesitation. I walked like a model in front of him and saw how his gaze landed on my jiggling breasts. “Okay. I will accept the job but first….” I leaned closer to him, making him lean back as his arms were on his side to support himself, “—fuck me, Uncle.”