SWEET BASTARD

　　Chapter 1

　　Lisa's POV

　　Oh shit! Where's my phone?

　　I slap my forehead, scratching my head.

　　White flakes falling on my black business

　　suit like snow.

　　Shit, this dandruff is getting worse. Could

　　be because of always putting my hair up

　　in a bun, as what my boyfriend always

　　wanted. Or because of that new shampoo

　　that I tried lately. Whatever reason... I

　　don't care at the moment. I just need to

　　find my phone.

　　I'm like a wild animal throwing the

　　pillows, clothes, magazines and other

　　things, looking for my phone in my fifty

　　square meters apartment.

　　Where the hell did I put it? I just went to

　　the bathroom when I arrived, then

　　removed my jacket and laid down on bed.

　　Oh God... I think I left it in the office! I

　　check the time on my watch, it's six in the

　　evening already. Darn it. I have to get my

　　phone now. Jason will call me tonight at

　　around eight.

　　My boyfriend, the gorgeously handsome

　　Jason Brent, a newbie field reporter of

　　ABZ Television Network is now in Florida

　　to cover the case of a missing child. Jason

　　is very passionate with his job and

　　everything he does in life. That's why I

　　always support him. I know he's doing it

　　for our future.

　　I met Jason two year ago. I was twenty one

　　at the time and just graduated a

　　secretarial course. A common friend

　　introduced us in a birthday party. I was

　　immediately captivated by his strikingly

　　attractive manly physique. His hair was

　　straight and ash blond, same as the young

　　Brad Pitt, his dreamy seductive eyes like

　　that of Ryan Gosling, and that panty

　　snapping sensual smile just like Zac

　　Efron's. We dated for a while, until we

　　became official.

　　Actually, I'm so excited. Jason said that he

　　has something to tell me when he'll get

　　back. Maybe... he's planning to propose.

　　Oh my goodness. The thought makes me

　　smile. I can feel my heart dancing with

　　happiness already.

　　I run out of the house to go back to the

　　office, hating myself for being so stupid.

　　How could I left my phone? It's my life,

　　like an extension of my hand.

　　I'm in the pavement, waiting for a cab

　　when suddenly...

　　Oh shit! It's raining! Dammit.

　　I look at my business suit, it's getting

　　soak. Why the hell is there no cab right

　　now. Where are they when I need them.

　　After five minutes, a cab stops and I get

　　inside in a hurry.

　　"Miss, just stay in one side. You're soaking

　　my new leather seat cover." The cab driver

　　glares at me at the mirror. His tone held a

　　regret why he stopped the car at me.

　　"Yes, sir." I just sit still in the corner of

　　the cab like a wet rabbit.

　　Finally, the cab stops outside the Russo

　　Tower and I run to the building entrance.

　　I've been working for two years already at

　　Russo Holdings Company, as the personal

　　secretary of the CEO/Owner, Alessandro

　　Russo.

　　There's a lot of pressure in my work,

　　since my boss is very demanding, very

　　strict, with high expectations and hot

　　tempered. One should never go wrong

　　with him. But the salary is so good. Way

　　higher than the standard payment rate in

　　New York.

　　"You're back, Miss Brooks. Did you forget

　　your umbrella?"

　　"Haha- that's funny, Dan. I left my phone

　　on my desk." I smile at the head security

　　guard and walk towards the elevator.

　　The lights are still on. Hmm... the boss is

　　still here.

　　I walk to my table and feel glad when I

　　see my phone lying on top of an orange

　　folder. Thanks God.

　　I'm about to leave when something caught

　　my eye.

　　What is this?

　　I look at the flimsy red cloth dangling on

　　my pencil. Like T-strings... I hold it, lifting

　　it up at eye level... OH MY GOD! It's a

　　thong!

　　I drop the underwear on the floor,

　　cringing for holding someone's underwear.

　　I open my drawer and get a bottle of

　　alcohol, washing my hands.

　　Whose panties is that? Who the hell put it

　　on my table? That is not funny at all. I'm

　　going to report this tomorrow to the

　　Human Resource Department. Whoever is

　　doing this should be reprimanded. Mr.

　　Russo will be very upset if he'll find out

　　about this.

　　I close the drawer when I heard someone

　　moaning like a wounded animal. I stop

　　and listen to the sound. Is it coming from

　　Mr. Russo's office?

　　I move closer to the door of Mr. Russo's

　　office, putting my ear against the door,

　　when it suddenly snap open.

　　Ooppss!

　　Shit! I'm on the floor in an instant, staring

　　at Mr. Russo's naked, sweaty back. My jaw

　　drop. What a sexy butt... My eyes freeze

　　on his long lean form. He looks very

　　powerful and muscular, like an animal,

　　roughly and wildly pushing his manhood

　　in and out of the...

　　I blink my eyes several times. I should go.

　　For heaven's sake. He's having sex on his

　　table and I'm here watching them, like a

　　live porn show.

　　Then I heard the woman shouting. "Fuck

　　me harder, naughty boy... I'm coming..."

　　Wait. That accent is familiar. Is that Mrs.

　　Hore?

　　Oh-oh... Someone's going to be in

　　trouble.

　　They're so busy having sex that they

　　haven't notice me. I close the door slowly

　　and let out a sigh of relief.

　　I grab my phone and ran out of the

　　office.