I sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity, my sobs growing more intense with each passing moment. It was completely out of character for me because I had faced far more challenging days in school without shedding a tear. So, what was the reason behind this overwhelming flood of emotions?
As we returned to Benjamin's office, I found myself sinking into the couch, lost in my thoughts. In that moment, Benjamin showed his compassion by offering me a glass of water to calm my troubled soul.
Without thinking, I reached out and took the glass of water. My throat was parched from all the tears and I knew my eyes must be swollen by now. I eagerly gulped down the chilled water, feeling its soothing touch as it eased my dry throat. Benjamin took the glass from my hand and carefully placed it on the table. As he returned to the couch, his eyes locked with mine, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. We were sitting close but not too close, and that look in his eyes made me feel uneasy.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. As his hand gently brushed away the strands of hair obscuring my face, I couldn't help but imagine for a moment that he was leaning in for a kiss. But, it was just my mind playing tricks on me. My thoughts were wandering down an inappropriate path. I scolded myself for entertaining such inappropriate thoughts.
I glanced at him, and there he was, patiently waiting for me to open up. It made me wonder if he possessed an extraordinary level of patience with everyone, or if it was something reserved only for me at the moment.
"Well...," I mustered up the courage to speak, my voice trembling a bit. "The assistant you assigned to me... she said I wasn't good enough to be your fiancée. She hurled hurtful words at me, mocking not only my worth but even my phone." The words escaped my lips, and tears welled up in my eyes.
"What did you do then?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity, as if he had expected me to take some sort of action.
"I... I couldn't control myself. In the moment of frustration my hand connected with her cheek. It wasn't intentional, but I couldn't bear the sight of her making those mocking faces and even sticking out her tongue. It was just too much to handle."
He gave me a warm smile, his hand affectionately patting my head like I was his little buddy. With a nod of approval, he stood up from his chair, leaving me with his words lingering in the air. "You did great," he praised, before striding over to seat at his table.
Wait, so he actually approved of what I did? I had expected him to be at least a little upset about me taking matters into my own hands.
He settled back into his chair, engrossed in his work on some important document. Yet, every now and then, his gaze would shift towards me. Feeling self-conscious, I had to avert my eyes, fixating them on my own feet just to avoid looking in his direction.
After a brief pause, his voice broke the silence. "Come sit here, Emila," he uttered. I was caught off guard as I couldn't see any available seat near him except for the chairs in front of his desk. I had been comfortably settled on a small couch, positioned not too far away in his office.
He let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Do I have to spell everything out for you?" he asked
His sudden words left me utterly bewildered, rendering me speechless as I sat there, fixating my gaze upon him.
"I'm about to call in your assistant and it's about time you assume the role of my wife. Come sit on my lap so she perceives our connection and never doubt our bond as a couple."
"Ohhhh..." I exclaimed, finally grasping his intention. It became clear that he wanted to prove a point.
I rose from the couch, my steps deliberate as I made my way towards his table. Standing before him, I couldn't help but hesitate, feeling the weight of his intense gaze. It was a look that always stirred a mix of emotions within me, impossible to resist or fully comprehend. I found myself unable to tear my eyes away, lost in the depths of his captivating stare.
As he reached for my hands, he gently guided me to settle on his lap. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped me once more, creating a sense of familiarity. I could hear the sound of him dialing a number, indicating his intention to make a call. However, I couldn't quite find my comfort spot, so I wriggled slightly in his lap to get a bit comfy. But to my surprise,I suddenly felt something unexpected underneath my butt.
Was that his dick I just felt? My eyes widened in surprise and I was totally shocked by how quickly everything was happening. It's not that I haven't been intimate before, but being with a man as stunningly handsome as him was an entirely new experience for me.
I felt his gaze shift towards me and I heard a suppressed groan escape his lips. In that moment, my heart seemed to freeze in my chest, fearing that I had somehow upset him. He leaned in close, his voice low as he whispered into my ear, "You better stay right where you are or I can't guarantee what I might do to you."
My heart raced as his threat sent chills down my spine in an instant. He shot me a final glance before redirecting his attention to his phone. I didn't dare make a move sensing that he meant every word and I definitely did not want to test his resolve. I remained frozen like an unmoving broom, fully aware that any slight action could have dire consequences. The uncertainty of his intentions hung in the air, leaving me on edge, unsure of what he was capable of.