Sex And Fantasies

Stunned

ENTRY 17.6 *** HAILEE The following day, I received a phone call from Scott’s mentor, Mrs. Ferrer, and it ruined my day! I told him I don’t like him—okay, except his body, because he’s really hunky and I want to taste it so bad. And the fact that we’re not blood-related, hmm… maybe seducing him and making him get addicted to me, is a type of revenge then I will leave him after. “I don’t like your smile, Hailee,” Rona asserted, and when I glanced at her, she was staring at me while her forehead creased. “What?” Rona walked closer to me and started to help me fold my things. “It seems like you’re planning something—” “I do plan—Ouch! Why did you hit me?!” I exclaimed as I rubbed my left shoulder gently. Rona rolled her eyes. “Anyway, why are you not dressed yet? It’s your first day—” “I don’t want to see Scott at this moment,” I replied and continued folding the clothes. “That’s your opportunity to have your uncle. Why don’t you go and empress him?” Rona sat on the side of the bed. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the folded clothes. “I’ll go later… or not,” I replied and laughed. I fixed my clothes in the cabinet and then grabbed the towel from the side. “I changed my mind. I’m not interested in his body anymore. I just want to annoy him,” I lied. Rona arched her brow. “Don’t make me laugh, Hay. Just get your ass off to work, and I’m gonna leave also… for work,” she remarked. I shook my head, went inside the bathroom, and took a cold shower. Afterward, I just wear a white blouse paired with a brown jacket and a black pencil-cut skirt. Then I face the mirror, press a powder and run the nude lipstick into my pouty lips. As for my hair, I just let it fall on my back. I turned to the side and looked at my long black hair. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Guess I need to have a haircut next week. “Hey, Rona, I gotta go!” I yelled. She’s still in the bathroom, and I can’t wait for her anymore. “All right,” she yelled back. I grabbed my bag and glanced at the mirror one more time before I walked towards the door. I wear my Hollander Cross Strap heels and exit our apartment. Soon as I arrived at the company, Mrs. Ferrer greeted me. “Gorgeous,” she simply complimented, which made me flash a smile, but it faded when I saw Scott walking in our direction. I arched my brow. “I told you; I don’t want to—” “Then why are you here?” he cut off as he stops in front of me. Fuck! I cursed inside my head when I met his eyes. For every woman, their first impression of Scott is HOT. Well, I suck at describing a man’s features. Scott is a model—specifically the model of underwear. Oh, shit, self, you’re getting naughty again. “You’re drooling—” “Excuse me, Uncle. I’m not,” I replied and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I saw how the snide crept into his lips. “You can leave her here, Mrs. Ferrer,” Scott turned to Mrs. Ferrer. And the latter nodded. Mrs. Ferrer looked at me with concern lingering in her eyes. I let out a smile and assured her that I was okay. My smile faded when Mrs. Ferrer left. I met Scott’s gaze. “What now?” Scott put his hands inside the pockets of his trousers, and my eyes landed on the back of his hands which were full of tattoos. In his latest poster, he was half-naked while modeling for a well-known underwear brand. Scott’s arms and chest were covered with tattoos of different styles. And it made him more attractive in my eyes. But do remember self that you’re here to take revenge, she thought. “Come,” Scott said and turned around. I did follow him until we stopped in front of his office. He twisted the knob and pushed the door. He waited at the side and gestured for me to come in. I rolled my eyes before stepping inside.

I can’t stop myself from getting amazed by his office’s interior until now. “You have your desk here…” Scott pointed to the white desk near the door. I frowned. “Why do I need to stay here?” “You’re my personal assistant—” “I think you just crumpled my resume, and now you hired me? for what, huh, Uncle?” I asked as I faced him and arched my brow. He didn’t move and just met my gaze. “Or is this a part of your plan, Uncle?” Scott remained silent and didn’t even flaunt a different expression aside from his blank cold stares. “Can you stop calling me uncle?” I smirked. “You’re my uncle—” “Just fucking drop—” “Oh, Fvck me, Uncle,” I teased but pressed my lips when I realized what I had just said. Shit! “I mean, In your fucking dreams. You’re my uncle, so I’m gonna call you—” I didn’t finish my words when I felt a softie brushed into my lips. My eyes widened in surprise. Scott’s lips were pressed into mine. “If you won’t drop it, I’m afraid I’m gonna go far beyond that and might consider your desire.”