His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

Chapter 49

49 iii. Liar

“Well, do you know that sultry secretary is coming in and going out of the building together with the CEO?” giggles can be heard from the group of women as Mary passed them by.

“Shameless, isn’t she? I’m wondering what services she has been offering the boss to deserve such extra attention,” continued the other, not caring if she heard them.

She took the document file asked for by Dominus and started to walk away with her head hung low. She felt like she was back in high school again with a bunch of bullies going after her back.

“Hey Ms. Sexetary, won’t you even acknowledge us and you intend to pass us by without greeting us properly? Are we air to you just because you seem to be the boss’s favorite,” the senior secretary snickered.

The group bullying her at the moment is composed of secretaries and assistants to high-ranking company executives, and they aren’t happy that she seemed to have landed the job of being secretary to the CEO out of the blue.

It didn’t escape their observation that she has been receiving exceptional treatment from the big boss. Of course, most of them are mistresses to the executives they work for, though hidden under the executives’ direction.

It is one of the things they can’t accept, how the CEO who has been dubbed as cold and apathetic is suddenly going out of his way to do things for his ‘secretary’.

They have worked hard to reach their positions and have worked even harder to maintain the same. And now this worthless country bumpkin suddenly has it all without doing anything to deserve it.

One of the ladies poured a cup of hot coffee on her, the hot liquid seeping through her blouse and causing a burning sensation as the group began to laugh.

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She realized how pathetic she must look to them. She bit on her lower lip and ran away as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

She felt strong arms grip her shoulders when she reached the corridors. She looked up and saw him, the reason why she was being picked on. Dominus.

She struggled but she was crushed by his torso when he pulled her closer. She felt intoxicated by his scent, and comforted by the way he held her in his arms.

“Mary, what happened?” his voice had a certain sharpness to it and his muscles felt tensed. For a second he gave her the impression he can kill someone if she gave him a name.

She shook her head vigorously and lied, “I was drinking coffee and poured my cup when I tripped.”

His long fingers kneaded her back, sniffing her scent as he held her tighter.

“Why do you protect them so?” he asked, his rage almost blinding him knowing someone dared to hurt her.

“I- I am not protecting anyone, it is the truth, Sir Dom,” her voice became shaky from his reaction. She felt protected and cared for. Much like the times he has rescued her before.

But he couldn’t care for her, the distance between them just grew farther than when they were just but in high school. Then he was the school prince, but now he held the universe in his hands.

Moreover, one day, he might remember the past long forgotten. When that time comes, he will surely hate her with all his heart.

“Liar,” he said tenderly as his fingers gripped into her shoulders tighter.

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“Please unhand me, others might misinterpret,” she whispered weakly. Saying the words hurt her even more, but she feared for his reputation.

“Are you affected by the rumors?” he asked her, easing his grip a bit as he peered into her eyes.

She shook her head, it wasn’t for herself that she wanted to distance herself from him. She doesn’t want his reputation to be tarnished.

“Then let them think what they want. I don’t care,” he assured her, his hand gently caressing her cheek, brushing off her tears away.

“Your reputation is at stake. If the rumors continue, it might hurt your standing as the CEO,” she tried to reason out even when she felt herself becoming weaker every second he was near.

“You aren’t listening again, Mary. I said I don’t care,” he smiled as her tears ceased.

“You can’t mean that,” she looked down, unable to meet his eyes.

“Why can’t I mean that? It is how I truly feel. I don’t mind the rumors. If they believe me to be yours and you to be mine, then they can believe what they want. It is what I wanted anyway,” he looked at her face, missing her blue eyes as he forced her to look at him.

He caught her chin and forced her eyes on him. He felt the rush of warmth as their eyes met. He couldn’t understand why she lied.

He couldn’t understand why she tried to dismiss what they have. This spark, this passion, couldn’t she feel it burn inside her the way it scorched him so?

“Do you feel embarrassed to be my woman, Mary? Will it be so bad if you become one?” he asked her, his baritone voice soothing her soul.

“To be your woman is not embarrassing, but you should be the one embarrassed by me. Look at me, Dom. I have nothing. I am nothing,” she corrected him, wanting him to understand that distancing herself from him is the best thing to do.

Hearing her words, rage filled his heart. Without a moment to think, he pulled her closer to himself and claimed her lips.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss, it was far from the way he kissed her when they were in high school. This was a hungry, devouring kiss. Almost as if she did something wrong and is now being heavily punished for it.

She felt her back against a wall as she answered his kiss. She opened her lips, giving him access to her tongue.

It was an opportunity he didn’t intend to miss. He slid his tongue inside and he grunted as he tasted more of her, drinking from her mouth like an animal that has been dying from thirst.

She felt her body warm up from the way he kissed her, his hand gripping into her waist as he pulled her closer to himself.

His lips started to trail down kisses into her neck until it reached dangerously low to the top of her blouse.

She felt her head feel dizzy from the whirlwind of emotions that came rushing into her and of the need and heat that radiated from him.

“You are never nothing to me, my sweet Mary,” he uttered the words as he looked into her eyes.

Maybe because of the endearment he used or for whatever spell he cast on her since day one, she find herself grasping his hair as he claimed her lips once again.

The distance between them is positively null as she tugged on his hair, allowing him to deepen the kiss further.

“Not here,” Mary begged when their lips finally separated.

“Then somewhere,” Dominus was able to understand what she meant thankfully but it also meant he knew she readily consented.

“Anywhere,” she blushed, saying the word out loud.

“I’ll have to think about it, I kind of like it here,” a mischievous grin was on his lips as she felt her cheeks become hotter.

“Please, just not here,” Mary insisted, panic was clearly in her eyes.

“Ahhhh... then are you willing to do anything to make me agree to a change of venue?” Dominus’s voice did not falter, his voice serious even when he can feel his need for her become even more apparent. Oh gods, he needs her now.

“I promise, I’ll do anything,” she begged him, her nails digging into his arm as she unknowingly squeezed on his flesh.

He smiled satisfactorily, ahhh, he couldn’t tell if his queen is doing all these to make him feel even more famished than he already is. He is becoming so turned on it is making every little thing so inconsequential.

“You look so desperate for release, I wonder if you mean what you just said,” Dominus’s hot breath fanned her ears making her melt.

“I am serious, please I’ll do anything,” she pleaded as she felt her knees weaken even more.

“I have so very few things I’ll trade this moment for. That itself is a problem, isn’t it? That there are very few ways I can agree to your request. Such a pity if the whole of those stupid women see you doing exactly what they had in mind,” he grinned seeing her look so vulnerable.

To think he had done that to her, ahhh... he loves how she looked so desperate for an escape. Clearly, his little queen never really changed.

“What are your terms?” she fear she would have to regret agreeing to whatever it is later.

“Be my woman, Mary. I want you to be completely mine,” he didn’t bother to pause for her to grasp what he meant.

She felt lightheaded as she stood frozen in front of him. Her lips quivered and so did her heart. What did he just say?

“Do you just randomly bully a new employee into being your new playmate?” her voice was angry, her eyes sharp.

He chuckled, “Not every newbie. Only the real cute ones who look like innocent babies. I love teaching them new things,” he teased her.

Jealousy and heat came rushing to her at the same time as she tried to push him away forcefully. But he stood there like an immovable mountain, towering over her once again.

“Not so fast sweetheart. I’ll kiss you again and make you moan out my name real loud, or you take the deal I offered just now,” oh yes, he couldn’t possibly be expected to wait.

A week of cat and mouse is already too much to bear. How can anyone expect him to behave himself far longer than this?

“How dare you think I’ll enjoy it?!” she blushed, faking bravery even when her panties have already dampened so much.

They couldn’t be here much longer. She fears her juices will leave a pool of hot mess on the immaculately clean floor if they wait even more.

He chuckled, “Experience tells me, you have been enjoying yourself quite well. Or should I demonstrate further?”

She shook her head fast, her heart pounding against her chest desperately so. “This is quite not right. I am just a lowly employee and you are the CEO, I am sure people will talk.”

“I don’t care if they do. Now tell me, do you agree to my proposal just now or should I convince you further?” he leaned closer, eliminating all distance between them.

She nodded shyly, she couldn’t keep her pretenses after all. He knew her like the back of his hand, even after ‘losing his memory’ it seemed like his body can easily dominate hers and make her feel like molten butter under the heat of the sun.

“Say it, baby. Let me hear you say it clearly. Do you consent to be my woman?” his voice sounded like a growl as he tried to rein in all of his desires. He needs to hear her say it first.

“Yes, I consent to be your woman,” she blushed and whispered in a soft voice, half of her mind hoping he didn’t hear.

“No honey, since you are mine now. Call me, daddy,” he grunted, his lips ghosting her jaw, wanting nothing more but to devour her.

“I’ll be yours from now on, daddy,” she will surely die from this humiliation. She can feel it. Her end will be an embarrassment to mankind.

Satisfied, he let go of her and stepped back. “Good girl. This is going to be so fun, baby.”