Mundo ficciónIniciar sesiónThey say wine gets better with age. And being the assistant to the most powerful CEO in the country is far from easy… but I love it. Andrew Tanner is a good man, someone I deeply respect, and I’ve always kept things professional—no matter how dangerous it is to admit that he’s also incredibly attractive. He’s much older than me, and I know my place. Or at least, I thought I did… until a private email lands in my hands by mistake, changing everything. After nearly twelve years at the top of the company, Andrew never imagined that his greatest temptation wouldn’t be a billion-dollar deal, but his assistant—young, brilliant, and far too close. When someone from his past resurfaces with a dangerous blackmail, threatening to destroy everything he’s built, Johari becomes his strongest support… and his greatest weakness. A relationship between them is taboo. Forbidden. Andrew is nearly forty-five. Johari is twenty-eight. He’s her boss. She knows it. They both feel the attraction. Can they keep their feelings a secret… or will desire expose them both? **** ©Work registered with Safe Creative.
Leer másI'm not exactly the kind of woman who turns men's heads. I don't have long blonde hair, nor do I possess striking sky-blue or green eyes. My body isn't like those runway models, and I don't have pronounced curves that highlight my hips or waist. I don't come from a family with a well-known last name, much less from a privileged socioeconomic background.
In short, I'm an ordinary girl… or at least that's what I think.
I won't start by narrating my life from the very first day in this world, of course not. I'll skip all those childhood, early years, and teenage details and focus on the beginning of my adult life.
I live in an apartment with my best friend: Oriana. We split the expenses and the cohabitation is peaceful.
The rest I can sum up by saying that my first jobs were somewhat complicated. I have a degree as an executive secretary and yes, thanks to that, I had several good positions with more than decent salaries, but unfortunately, I had the bad luck of having the worst idiots as bosses. Each one worse than the last because they didn't just treat me like a “maid”—some of them even tried to cross the line with me, and yes, I mean sexual harassment. Thank God none of those guys ever went beyond verbal sexual innuendos; if it had gone further, this would be a very different story.
After quitting my last job, I spent several months looking for a new one. Then one day Oriana mentioned she saw an ad in the newspaper looking for a secretary (a personal administrative assistant), so I called the number in the ad and went for an interview. Two days later they called to tell me the position was mine. So yes, for the past two years I've been working at a renowned company in the automotive industry.
I work as the personal assistant to one of the country's most important CEOs, and I love my job. I enjoy making CEO Tanner's life easier. He's a good man and I respect him… a lot. Of course, I'm keeping proper boundaries because, Jesus, he's hot too—even though he's quite a bit older than me—but I know how to behave and our relationship has always been strictly professional… or so I thought until, by mistake, I came across a very private email… And suddenly, everything changed.
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How do I even begin to describe my life?
If I tried to go into every tiny detail, this would turn into a last will and testament—and that’s not the point. So I’ll keep it brief…
As the famous saying goes, something like “born with a silver spoon in my mouth.” Yes, I come from a family with far more than just comfortable means. My father built Chrome Machine from the ground up—a company that’s now prestigious and well-respected in the automotive industry. I was that kind of kid: diligent in school, a bit of a loner. That stayed with me from early childhood all the way into adulthood.
During my final year of university, my father fell seriously ill. From that moment on, I started helping him with all kinds of responsibilities at the company. Naively, I thought it would only be temporary—the next in line to take over was supposed to be my older brother. I was completely wrong.
After a year and a half fighting a terminal illness, my father took his last breath. My mother was devastated, my brother too, and I was the one sensible enough to keep both the family and the business afloat. A month after his passing, his last wishes were read, and it hit like a thunderbolt: I was the one left in charge of Chrome Machine. Of course, it came as a huge relief to my brother—honestly, he’s not exactly the kind of man built for that level of responsibility and pressure. That’s the big difference between Francis and me. Still, it’s never been a source of conflict between us; on the contrary, we have an excellent relationship.
It took me a full year to learn every little detail of the company. During that time, my mother developed a rare respiratory illness. Sadly, she passed away too.
The years that followed brought new lessons, experiences, and hard-earned wisdom. I turned into someone completely devoted to work—so much so that I sidelined my personal life almost entirely. Yes, I’ve had several relationships along the way, but no one ever truly understood my dedication and passion for what I do…
I’ve seen it all in this life. It comes with the territory when you’re the man at the top. After nearly twelve years running the company, honestly, the hardest thing these days is being tempted by my highly efficient, stunningly beautiful, and very young assistant. Things start to twist when someone from my past shows up with some kind of blackmail… and suddenly, my assistant is right there by my side. That’s when everything changes.
A guttural sound tore from his throat… His last shred of sanity slipping away as the pleasure swelled, spreading through every inch of his body. At times, he felt like he was floating—or maybe it was just the explosions of sensation every time he looked down and saw those full, sinful lips, that slick tongue, and that hot mouth swallowing his hard cock whole.He had no idea how long he’d been there, perched on the edge of the bed—one hand braced against the mattress, the other tangled in the ebony curls of his wife’s hair. He remembered dinner, the bottle of wine they shared in the jacuzzi, and how what started as a chaste kiss had spiraled into a frenzy of caresses and desperate, passionate kisses.What began as a relaxing bath had ended in unrestrained lust and passion in the bedroom.He had kissed every curve of his wife’s body. His wet tongue had traced every contour of Johari’s skin, savoring the sounds she made whenever he lingered on an erogenous spot. He’d driven her wild when
The wedding march filled the church, drawing every gaze to the entrance. Two tiny flower girls glided down the aisle, scattering delicate white rose petals across the crimson carpet. Following them came the breathtaking bride in a champagne princess gown, her arm linked with that of a man whose presence commanded the room—tall, elegant, and undeniably powerful.Andrew had never known fear in his life. Not until a year ago, when he first met Elroy Woods, Johari’s father. The man was intimidating: stern features, a voice like rolling thunder, and an aura of unshakable authority. Their initial conversation had been grueling—Elroy’s barrage of questions had left Andrew sweating, pinned beneath that razor-sharp, analytical stare. But time had softened the edges. Weeks later, Andrew could finally share a relaxed laugh with the man without feeling dissected.Johari’s mother, Alika, had been the complete opposite from day one—warm, kind, with the same gentle spirit as her daughter and a delig
His head throbbed with a sharp pain, and he pressed his hands to his temples while trying to remember what had happened. Everything was blurry, and he felt a deep stomach ache. God, was this a hangover? Why did he have a hangover? There was a bitter, sour taste in his mouth; his breath was disgusting, as if something had crawled in there and died.“Good morning, Andy!” When he tried to open his eyes, he cursed under his breath at the excess light. What time was it? And why was his brother yelling? “Today is the big day!”“Don't yell,” he muttered, rolling onto his side in bed and pulling the blankets over himself.“Are you okay?”What kind of question was that? Didn't Francis see him? Because he was sure his misery was visible from a mile away. He was exhausted, with a horrible headache, a deep ache in his poor stomach… In short, he felt like absolute shit, and all he wanted was to try to sleep. The latter was a bit difficult to achieve because his body was screaming in agony.“See? I
Four years can bring so many things. In four years, hundreds of situations can occur that he never would have imagined. In four years, destiny can change—sometimes for better, sometimes not so much. And he knew it. Now he knew it because he had lived it.Looking back was… nostalgic, at best. However, after four years, he could finally feel completely happy. It had been nothing easy to reach where he was now. The obstacles were many, and the path steep and rocky. But in the end, he managed to find balance. He achieved the stability he had always wanted and that had cost him so much. Now he could enjoy everything life offered him every day, without answering to anyone and, best of all, without having to hide anything from anyone.He was, in a certain sense and measure, free.Despite everything, he knew deep down that there would always be something or someone trying to disturb his life. Unfortunately, prejudice still existed, and it was something neither he nor anyone could do anything
“After more than 14 years as vice president of Chrome Machine, Luciano Delclaux has decided to retire from the company…”“Grand and emotional farewell to engineer Luciano Delclaux…”“In his farewell speech, Luciano Delclaux mentioned Christopher Tanner, who was not only his best friend but also the person who gave him the opportunity to grow as a person and professional. 'Christopher, rest in peace, was the only person who gave me the chance to prove my abilities. I was just a mechanic when I started working at Chrome Machine. Everything I am today, I owe to my best friend,' Delclaux said.”“Chrome Machine is left without a vice president. Following the retirement of engineer Luciano Delclaux, the automotive company is without a key member of the Board of Directors…”“Chrome Machine announces its new corporate vice president. Just one month after engineer Luciano Delclaux's retirement, Chrome Machine CEO Andrew Tanner welcomes the company's new vice president, Francis Tanner…”“Market
Her pussy throbbed with need as she slid her skirt down her hips and thighs. Leaning forward, she pushed it aside, and God help him, his heart pounded wildly—among other things—when all he could see was Johari in nothing but red lace lingerie.“You're… killing me,” he growled, stifling a gasp as he gave his erection another squeeze.“Daddy, I'm so wet just looking at you.” His breath caught as he watched her touch herself, caressing her pussy over the lace. “Mhm, it feels so good, Daddy.” She spread her legs and rubbed herself with one hand while the other teased her breasts. Her lips parted, letting out soft sighs as she looked at him with burning desire.“Johari,” he growled, doing everything he could not to pounce on her.She stopped touching herself, smiled, and brought a finger to her mouth, mimicking a blowjob. God, she was driving him insane, and his last shred of self-control was hanging by a thread.“Daddy, I've been such a bad girl,” she purred, stepping closer to him. “Are
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