MY HOT BOSS WANTS ME

“Emily”

Niguel muttered, staring at Emily who stood frozen at the door of the bathroom, staring right back at him.

He was so engrossed in pleasuring himself, he didn’t hear her opening the bathroom door.

“Fuck.”

Emily on the other hand, stood at the door, finding it hard to believe what she’d just seen minutes ago. Infact, she found it very amusing.

She’d been sleeping on the bed after being pleasured by Niguel when she suddenly started hearing his groans, more like he was moaning and that had triggered the curiosity inside her.

Standing up from the bed, she tiptoed towards the bathroom and slowly opened the door just to be welcomed with an unbelievable scene.

In the bathroom was Niguel, resting his back on the wall, holding his dick as he pleasured himself. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was slightly parted, making him look so damn sexy at the moment.

She wanted to close the door, look away, leave the spot but she found herself doing none. Instead she stood there, rooted to the spot as she stared back at Niguel.

“I’m… I’m… Sorry.” She finally found her words, stammering and Niguel chuckled.

His eyes roamed down her naked body and he gulped.

Was she trying to seduce him right now? Because it was working!

“Sorry for what Emily? For peeping at me or for being naked?” Niguel asked making Emily widened her eyes in shock.

She had been in such a hurry that she’d forgotten to cover her nakedness. Knowing this, her face turned pink and she batted her long lashes.

“Come… Come here Emily, you must be sticky now, come wash yourself.” Niguel suggested, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a grin and the flustered Emily only turned more red.

This shameless man!

“I… I… I’m sorry for peeping at you.” Emily rushed her words and in the next second ran back into the room with an unimaginable speed, leaving the surprised Niguel behind who only let out a chuckle.

“There’s a second bathroom next to this Emily.” Niguel yelled from the bathroom, turning on the shower to have his bath.

Niguel came out of the bathroom minutes later, water dripping down from every inch of his body.

The droplets of water fell from the end of his hair to fall on his neck, and sliding on his abs which was muscular and truly excellent.

Taking several steps into the room, his ears didn’t fail to hear the sound of gentle splashing of water which came from the second bathroom.

He smiled. He knew it to be Emily.

Putting on his night robes, Niguel changed the messy bedsheets to a new and clean one before proceeding to finish some projects on his laptop.

Some minutes later, he heard the creaking sound of the bathroom door being opened and then closed, and then the faint footsteps of Emily walking into the room.

Not bothering to turn back, he continued working on his laptop even though he felt a pair of eyes staring intensively at him from behind.

Emily just silently watched Niguel. With wet hair that had not yet dried, a silky black robe was tied around his body, casually making him look naturally sleek and noble.

She stood there for a while, staring and admiring the man infront of her before his voice brought her back from her fantasy.

“You can stop drooling now Emily.” Niguel teased, still not looking back making Emily wonder how he knew she was there.

Startled by his voice and for the fact that she’d being caught red handed, Emily straighten her back before taking some steps into the room.

“I wasn’t drooling.” She defended, walking past him and her entizing strawberry like scent filled his nostrils.

“Of course, you weren’t.” Niguel replied, mockery evidently visible in his voice and Emily rolled her eyes.

She went to one of the wardrobe, searching for a night dress but unfortunately for her, she found none. Moving on to the second wardrobe, she once again searched for a night dress and at last, she finally found something to wear.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Pulling out the short black coloured gown, Emily wore it just to discover it was too short as it stopped just above her milky thighs.

Not having an option, she made her way towards the bed and lied down on it, covering her body and naked legs with the duvet. Staying awake for a little while, Emily finally succumbed to sleep and her gentle snores filled the room.

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LUCAS MANSION.

In the room, which was wide and spacious. It was dark as curtains had drawn over many windows that were present, Lucas walked towards the table where different types of documents were placed. Picking one of them, his eyes frantically searched the document, looking for anything meaningful which could be of help to his investigation but to his dismay, he found nothing useful, taking him back to square one.

Lucas let out a frustrated groan as his back hopelessly fell back to the chair.

“Jenna”

He slowly called out.

The name which was the reason behind his sleepless nights and endless investigations.

Her image was still glued to his mind. Her round beautiful face, her long silky hair, her Charming smile. He still remembered it all.

He stilled remembered the day he’d met her. How beautiful she looked on her birthday, five years ago.

It was a beautiful night, and the youngest daughter of the Williams household was celebrating her 19th birthday.

Descending down the stairs, she’d look extremely beautiful in the royal blue gown she wore. Her hair was styled in simple braids and her gown hung tightly to her body, revealing her perfect curves in the right places.

She glowed.

He was a young gentle man back then who had just returned to the city for business and her unending smiles had captured his heart.

Signing frustratedly, his hands ran through his sleek black hair remembering Emily. A lady with a different face but still acquired the body and behaviors of his betrothed, Jenna.

He was bent on finding out what happened the rainy night she was declared dead. If she was still alive, he was bent on finding her, afterall, Jenna was his fiancee.