S A N D R A
WITH A heavy chest, I walk aggressively towards my dad's office. I just head home yesterday from US, and currently, I stayed in my condo he'd bought in my 18th birthday.
In my 24 years of existence I wasn't feel this madness overload on my chest. I finished my study in US and reached the awardees college who--I think got the best performance in both academic and skills beyond anyone else did at school. I took a master degree and became at the top.
In just a snap, a snap of finger, I feel belittle by my dad. It's a kind of insulting, though, I know he's doing it for my own sake.
Suddenly, I just got irritated with him because he made me an apprentice of someone I don't even know. Like, can't I just be in the head department and help him managing our business, than being as low as an apprentice he's talking about?
However, my anger couldn't do any good at my state. He was enthusiastic, he really think it is the best for all.
I've already learned everything I need to, I even studied how the nature of our business could be so smooth and easily carry along with my bare hands. I am expecting something great, not working under the supervisor of that he-so-called-great young bachelor in business world here in Philippines.
He must be mistaken. If that man a great bachelor or what so ever he is, I'll be his touch of luring poison. Whenever his eye meets mine, it'll surely glued and unable to look away--or dare to avert his gaze off to me.
"This is not happening. Not in my small pimple living above my freaking pulchritudinous nose, I would wish of being an apprentice!" I whispered angrily to the air. "I deserve better than that."
I slam the door between the hallway and my dad's office. Embarrassment embraced into me when I caught him talking to someone--maybe around at the age of 25 or 26.
I gasped as the gorgeous man trace his lips with his tongue and wetted it. So freaking hot... Man.
I can feel, severely, my throat dry while looking at the man twisting his necktie and biting his lips while looking directly at me.
He was a hell of a gorgeous Greek god... Just take your clothes off, pretty man, I wanna see your hot sparkling and hard abs and chest--Oh, God! Why am I so maniac?
I heaved a deep sigh and hide my admiration towards the guy with his formal attire. He was smirking at me, and to tell you honestly, he was jaw dropping.
"Can I have a moment with you, dad?" I cleared my throat and glare at my dad who's grinning all the sudden. No need to feel ashamed on. If there's someone who know me well, it's him. He spoiled me on everything I have, and he was also the witness of my silliness and bratiness. "Can I?"
The guy beside my dad make an annoying sound of his tongue. I just roll my eyes heaven ward and didn't throw him a gaze.
Yes, you're handsome and I knew it. But you're not worth for my precious time.
"Come on in, baby. I want you to meet Mr. Coleman." My father big voice broke the awkward atmosphere around.
The man with a Coleman surname--to sound it pleasing, the Mr. Coleman guy stood up in front of me, held his hand and said, "good morning, Miss Montenegro. I am Tristan Blake Coleman, your supervisor." He smirked.
My mouth drop open because of what he said.
Seriously?
Is he joking? He's so young and handsome to be my supervisor. I thought it's a kind of old, like in a middle fifties or early sixties. Still, I don't want him to be my supervisor.
I don't need that supervisor thingy!
"Sandra Marie Montenegro, Mr. Coleman." Emotionless, I said without any bit of interest. "It's not nice meeting you, boy."
He chuckled as I reach for his hand and grip it tight and shaked.
"Feisty, uh? I like it." He smile mischievously.
I lost of words as his perfume accommodate into my nose. The relaxing feels it give wants me to hug him and sniffle his scent.
"Sweetie pie, you're so close to me. I seems run out of air, you inhaled everything including my scent." A playful voice waked my sense alive.
I blink multiple times when I found myself close to him, sniffing his perfume. I heard the contradiction of my dad as he cleared his throat. I get my hand on his hold and stand up properly. I distance myself and heaved a deep breath.
I'm so embarrassed.
What gotten into me to embarrassed myself this much? God! I can't stand with him any longer. I can't invest another time embarrassing myself in front of him. Not in my dad's face... For heaven sake have mercy.
"I off to go, baby. I have a meeting together with the board. Mr. Coleman will accompany you to roam around the building, seems like you two are good." Dad wave his hand and leave the room. "Take care of my baby, Mr. Coleman. I hope you can bear with her silliness and bratiness." After stating his will, he vanish on my sight.
My Dad--is he dying?
Ofcourse, He isn't! He just said he's off to go with a meeting together with the board, there's nothing serious to worry about.
"A silly. A brat. What a bad definition of yourself, Sandra." Mr. Coleman grunts with disappointed.
I whirl back, check him from head to toe. I was planning to throw an insult to him, but I can't. I gulped as my attention was on his bulged. Damn it! It's big and yummy.
"It's big..." I said in disbelief. I flushed when I realized what I just said.
He chukled and step in our distance. He was smirking and that's made my knee turn into jelly.
"You only have to kneel down on me, Sweetie pie, and get my zipper's open." Seductively, he flashed his clear and neat teeth as he smile. "You can have me as long as you want, just be sure you know how to suck my cock without your teeth hitting it's skin."
I flushed more, and without hesitation I slap his thick face hard. I take a back and glare at him.
He's so full of himself. He just though I was interested to kneel on him and--fuck him! I will never do that in my effing life.
"How dare you talk to me like that! You're disrespecting me, bastard!" I hissed.
His face darkened, I couldn't think of words to scold him--I lost of word again.
Damn him! What did he do to me to be this affected on his every action?
"No one dare to slap me, Miss Montenegro. You'll pay for this, remember that." He warned. He gripped my wrist and pulled me close to him. God knows how much I badly wants to press my lips on him, it's red and soft looking. I'm tempted. "You will kneel on me, maybe not now, but soon you will."
I gasped when I felt his hot breathing on my lips. I did an unli gulped over and over again.
"I'll be your first in everything... Virgin, lady." What he said send shiver into my spine. My eyes automatically close when I felt his lips moving on mine. I moaned when he suck and nipped my lips, violently.
With a trembling legs, I lost my strength and sat on the floor. He chased my lips and gave me an
aggressive kisses. The heat traveled on my body and for the first time I felt my sex pulsating, wet and soaking my underwear.
He break on the kiss and smirk at me. My eyes was giddy and I can feel my body's needs... Fuck! I want him.
"First kiss, claimed." He hoarse and carry me, he support me to stand up again. "Let's go, sweetie pie. Your dad ordered me to accompany you, roaming around in the whole building." He grabbed my hand and put it on his arms.
I was speechless. I don't know how to react. My mind is clouded of what happened earlier. My... My first kiss has been stolen and I have no violent reaction on it.
Ugh! I suppose to get mad, but I like it--i like the way he kiss me. I want more--I want more of him.
