Chapter Seven
NATHANIEL
With a stern voice, I said.
"What is the meaning of this mercy? Get your things, I mean the coffee you came with and leave my office." I expected her to cram away, but she slumped to her knees and cried. I was dumbfounded.
I did not know how to handle a crying woman. I got angry and was ready to call security on her, but her next word stopped me.
"I had loved you from the first time I saw you, and that's the reason I work myself off to please you, but I know you can never love me back," sobbing now.
"You know I can't love you back, that I am damaged, so why did you stay."
"I stayed because I was hoping I would get any piece you may be willing to offer." She looked up, and our eyes met.
At that moment, I knew she knew what she wanted.
It's not love, that I am sure of it, because she knows I am incapable of it. She smiled because she knew she had won.
So, I decided to turn the table around. I stood from my chair and sat on my desk, taking Mercy with me as I moved.
I pushed the visitor's chair attached to my desk back with my leg and lowered her into it.
"Please sit," I said when I noticed a little resistance from her. She took the visitor's seat while I went back into mine.
Once in my seat, I said,
"I will offer you a deal. I know you know I do not want a romantic relationship." She nodded, and I continued if you want this, you can be my f**k body, but I will pay you for every f**k. Meaning, you will be my booty call." I finished.
I know my proposal was offensive. I had expected Mecry to say no, I expected Her to slap me, and I even closed my eyes in expectation so I wouldn't block the blow.
I know I had just insulted her. Maybe she will just stand up and walk away.
The door didn't open or close.
She may be too shocked to react, so I opened my eyes to see her smiling. She said. "Yes, I will."
To say I was shocked was an understatement. Mercy had always carried herself in a no-nonsense manner, yet she wanted to be my sult.
I should have been thrilled, but all I felt was anger.
The anger I could not justify.
I stood up from my desk, walked around the room, and then faced her when I had my raging emotions under control.
Ok, deal, but note that I won't be holding back anger or other emotions. When I am inside you, it will be hardcore." I said that to make her change her mind, but she just smiled and nodded.
I walked to my shelf, picked up a plain sheet of paper, brought a pen from my drawer and placed it before her.
"Draft an agreement, and we will both sign it.
Then I can take it to my lawyer by tomorrow if you can.
That is if you want me to touch you tonight." I hardly finished my sentence. She had almost drafted the agreement.
I stood from my desk as she worked on my table, drafting an agreement on our deal, and walked to my mini-bar.
I took out an extra glass. That was the least I could do.
I got her drinks to help her relax. It might not be easy to take my length when she is not that relaxed.
I placed the glass in front of her, as I lost my tie and my dress shirt, and then sank into my seat.
She pushed the paperwork toward me. I picked it up and examined it to see she had left no stone unturned. She wanted this 'No strings attached' much more.
I looked up to see her eyes were on me, monitoring my expression.
"One more thing," I said. "You can no longer work here as my PA." She opened her mouth, but I quickly cut her off.
You will from now work with my assistant on the same salary." Her face fell, but she said nothing. "And, for each time with me, I will pay you eighty thousand." At that, her face brightened up a little.
I gave her back the document, and while she made the necessary adjustments, I used the restroom.
One thing I am sure of is that I do not want her hands on me, so after easing myself, I wore my condom.
Coming out of the restroom, I saw her spread on my table, in pants and a bra.
She had carefully cleared out the drinks and files on my table.
I walked to where she kept the recent document on my office centre table next to my office sofa.
I picked it up and locked it in one of the drawers.
I picked up the lubricant I use for masturbating.
"Come dear, what's holding you up?" She asked seductively.
I walked up to her and stood In front of her. I widened her lap with both hands.
"You." I simply said. She looked confused. I ran her pants down her legs.
I think she didn't prepare earlier today to do this because she is not wearing one of those things that barely cover the ass women use to seduce men.
Dropping the pants on the floor, I moved to rub the lubricant on my palm.
"I do not want to hurt you," I added, putting her out of her confused state as I rubbed the lubricant into her.
Once she was well lubricated, I lowered both my panties and drove in.
She screamed, thank God we were alone. I let all my frustrations go into the rhythm of flesh on flesh.
At a point, alcohol kicked in and turned me into a beast. I tore her bra in my eagerness to feel her breast on my palm.
When I had my release, she looked exhausted. She must have cum a couple of times, but I was too busy to notice.
She smiled and said thank you. I walked into the toilet to clean up myself.
When I returned, I met her fully dressed.
I picked up my wallet, brought out cash I didn't count and gave it to her.
She smiled again and thanked me, then gripped her turned bra and managed to fix it while leaving my office.
Later in the night, I saw her pants in a corner where I left them earlier and wondered why she left them behind as a souvenir.
I have since then made my office soundproofed to accommodate our escapades, which are getting more frequent.
Do you want to know why the frequency? The more I think of Caro, the more I use Mercy.
I wondered what my PA and secretary's impression would be, seeing Mercy come to my office and stay with me for an hour, after which she left my office adjusting her dress.
Take a look at my poker face and ask if I care. I dialled Mercy's number, and she picked up on the third ring.
"Mercy, come to my office," I said and heard her giggle.
"Ok, sir, I will be right there."