{Author-chan: I am finally back with a brand new chapter. To be honest, for two or three days I have been thinking about a new idea for a new story that suddenly came to me inside the singing room, or, you can say, during a shower. A long time ago, I came across a story in the celebrity section about someone who was born into a very famous family. I will not tell you about the idea for now, but just know that my mind was a little distracted and I cannot even read stories.
I mean, I have been trying to distract myself for more than a year by reading MTL novels all day. Literally, when I wake up, I read novels all day whenever I have any free time. It was that bad, but since I started writing this book, I stopped reading all day. Now I just watch YouTube shorts or Instagram reels, haha, or just write this.
Anyway, enough talking about me. I know you guys must be feeling bored if you read all that. You will know who the secretary is in this chapter, and it was such an obvious person that I forgot about her.
Okay, no spoilers. Let's start the chapter, you fuckers.}
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May 1988
My secretary entered after knocking.
I could see through her smile that she knew why I gave Jenny a job.
Who else could be my secretary except Hannah Lewis, the second heroine of this world? [Pic in the comments.]
After she finished her degree in architecture, she was looking for a job. She first joined as an assistant in the architect department of Yggdrasil. Later on, when there was a job opportunity as my assistant, her boss randomly set her up for the interview in which I might have had a part. Guess what? She got the job.
Hannah said, "Everything has been set up."
I said, "Good."
Hannah immediately asked, "She is going to be a love interest, isn't she?"
I got a little interested and asked, in a teasing tone, "Yes. Is Ms. a so powerful secretary jealous?"
She got a blush on her face and turned her face away for a second, not shocked at my bluntness, then faced towards me again and said, "No, I have more work to do later, so let's continue the list of today's schedule, shall we?"
then continued without waiting for me to say, "You have a meeting with Mr. Steve Jobs in the evening and later."
I said, without waiting for her to finish today's schedule,
"Cancel today's schedule."
She asked in an inquiring tone, "Why?"
I said with a smug smile on my face, "I want to spend the day with you."
She immediately retorted in a flustered tone, "Who would want to spend time with you?"
I said, "Believe it or not, I wish to spend time with you," and laughed.
She stomped her feet and started walking towards the door.
I said, "Wait."
She stopped and turned around.
I stood up from my comfortable seat and walked towards her.
I was now standing in front of her face-to-face, and I could feel the whole room going silent except for the silent humming of the air conditioner and the ticking of the clock.
I closed the distance between us, and I could hear her breathing and smell her perfume. I could smell a complex, lasting scent, which I immediately guessed was Chanel No. 5, and I could smell her shampoo that she used today.
I touched her face with my hand and kissed her; she was shocked, kissed back, and our lips met. My lips parted, and my tongue got out and started searching for an entrance in her mouth. She understood my intentions, and just when her lips parted, my tongue found its way inside and started exploring her mouth slowly. While the kiss was going on, my hand started working its way down, and I started squeezing her ass.
Sounds of kissing started echoing in the office, and my tongue started to change direction and start kissing more intensely. We stopped to catch some breath and then started kissing again. Our tongues started to fight for dominance, and me being more experienced, I won.
It is partially not my fault for being a playboy; I personally blame "Bertie" Grandfather for that.
We stopped kissing because someone knocked on the door. I kissed her one more time and said, "We will continue later over dinner, okay?"
She said, "Hmm."
{Author-chan: It is my first time writing a R-18 scene, so if you get the first chance to see it, make sure to comment on how it goes. I wanted to write a full-sex scene, but then thought that Alexia should first get her powers.}
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I said, "Come in."
The door opened, and a man walked in and saluted.
I told Hannah that she could leave.
Then, facing John, I asked, "So a meteorite is coming tonight."
He said, "Yes, boss, we have calculated its trajectory, and it's going to land on the outskirts of New York."
{Author-chan: They only said the outskirts of New York in the movie.}
I said, "Have you made the necessary preparations?"
John said, "Yes, I have."
I said, "Are you not going to ask why I've been searching for meteors all this time?"
John said, "I know if you wish for me to know about it, I would have known long ago. Since you picked me up from the streets after the war, you helped me and my squad have a good residence and a good life when we were in our difficult times. So even if you ask us to go to hell, we will."
I said, "You can leave now."
John gave a salute and left.
I walked towards the shelf and poured myself a glass of vodka—not the shot glass but a normal glass—because I am build different. Yeah.
I walked towards the window and took a sip of the drink with only one thought in my mind.
"It's Here."
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{Author-chan: The chapter is complete, ladies and gentlemen. I have been thinking about what made me not want to write a chapter these past 4 to 5 days, and I realised after writing this chapter that it was fear of failure. I was afraid that the R-18 scene I was going to write was going to be a failure. I now think that it is bad to think you cannot have failures because if I have a failure, it will help me later improve my writing and fix my mistakes. So make sure to leave comments on what I did wrong, and whenever I do not upload, just pop up in the comment box and ask, Eh, G, where my chapter at? Capisce.
Or just leave a normal comment if you want to chat, because I have no friends; most went to different unis and I just dropped out to change my uni with a different major.
Don't forget to read today's weird author's thought.}