“The hell? Mr Malcolm?!” An angry voice came followed by a deafening slap. “What do you think you're doing?” The young male figure thundered, landing another slap on the man's face in front of him.
The man in front of him didn't bulge, instead he rubbed his cheek with lustful eyes. “Can you hit me one more time? Mm, Riley?” He begged, staring at him dreamily and licking his lips. He had already imagined slamming Riley on the desk in his head, imagining him moaning his name and squirming under him as he rammed his hole from behind.
“The hell are you fantasizing about? You're fired! Get yourself out of my office now!” Riley screamed and hit his hand hard enough on the desk that the effect made his palm tingled.
Malcolm smirked. He's fired, accepted. But there's no way he's going without having a taste of those pink plump lips of his. “Fuck. It looks so kissable. His scent….” He trailed off in a low murmur. “His scent is so intoxicating.”
“Let go of me!” Riley wriggled, struggling so hard to free himself from Malcolm grasping. Malcom had pinned him to the door before he had anticipated. What's he even thinking about coming to work without his suppressant patch on? He knew how intoxicating his scent was. Just a sniff and it can trigger any sane Alpha into his susceptible period but that's if the Alpha had long fantasized about him.
Now looking at Malcolm hungry dimmed eyes, he knew he fucked up. Malcom had entered his susceptible period way too early.
“Listen, Mr Malcolm. Breaths in and out, get a grip of yourself. Please.” He tried to coax him but who was he kidding? An alpha in his susceptible period was like a wild animal —untamed and driven by instinct.
Malcolm smirked deeped. If only Riley knew how much he had been craving to tear off that suppressant patch that's always on his neck whenever he saw him. He did not know that a day would come where he would have Riley pinned to the door and in his mercy, just like he did now.
“What should I do with you? Mm, boss?” Malcom said huskily, his breath fanning Riley's knock who trembled under his hold. “Fuck. Your scent is a mix of honey and vanilla” He mumbled as he greedily sniffed Riley's neck, satisfaction creeping it way to his face as loved the way Riley is squirming, thinking he's struggling.
Riley, on the other hand, was thinking about a solution. There's no way he would let Malcolm get his way with him. So, he thinks about the easiest solution. He relaxed his bones and stopped struggling, stared into Malcom eyes with equal lust in his eyes—making Malcolm think he has surrendered to his touch. He would be lying if he said Malcom’s lemon scent didn't affect him, but control is the key this particular moment.
“There you go, baby. Stop struggling and let me make you feel good.” Malcom said as he trailed his lip down Riley's neck, making sure he held Riley's both hands tightly above his head with one hand, his other hand rubbing gently on his waist. “Good boy.”
‘Good boy my foot!’ Riley muttered under his breath, raised his leg and kicked Malcolm directly in his forbidden area with all his strength. The effect of the kick made his leg numb and weak.
“Dammit! This fucker.” He cursed and groaned in mild pain as he pushed Malcolm away immediately he felt his hold on him loosened. With a swift motion, he grabbed his phone on the desk and dashed out, leaving Malcom on the floor who held his abdomen in pain.
Finally out of the door, Riley breathes a sigh of relief. He tapped away on his phone and put it on his ear, his furrowed brows finally relaxed as the phone call connected. “In my office, now!”
“Okay, Boss.” The person from the other end said hurriedly.
In a few minutes, Malcolm was dragged out of his office. “Phew.” Riley breathed, resting his back on his chair. He wondered how many days it'll take for Malcom for his susceptible period to end.
Not that it's his problem anyway. The only problem is that Malcolm is his personal assistant. And without him, considering the situation of the company, it'll be a tough one for him. Especially when he just conquered this company two months ago despite the fact that he's still a college student, though he wasn't given full control of the company yet.
“I'll let it slide just this once.” Riley mumbled under his breath, rubbing his hand on his temple. Malcom knows more about the company since he had been working with the former CEO for about ten years now. Firing him won't do him any good either. “Now let's get back to work.” He could do it on his own—he thought. At least for just five days, by then, Malcolm's susceptible period should be over.
That being said, he focuses back on his work—viewing files and tapping away on his keyboard. After hours of working, the knock on the door shattered his concentration. “Come in.” He said, checked his watch and saw it's half past five PM already.
The door creaked open with a soft sound and a feminine voice came. “The file you requested, sir.”
“Put it on the desk and leave.” Riley said without looking up at the person.
“Alright.” The feminine voice said.
“Oh, and call the secretary for me while you're on your way.” Riley finally looked up at the person and he regretted it instantly. What the hell in the name of makeup was she wearing?
The feminine figure licked her lips seductively, happy for just a minute of attention.“Sir, so do you need any help?” She asked and bit her lips.
God. Not now, he just dealt with Malcolm in the morning and now this? “Get out of my office this seco….
“Arrrgh.” A sound came from the desk, startling both of them. Without wasting any minutes, the girl dashed out of the office—frightened.
“What the heck?” Riley cursed as he tried to calm his own rising heart, stretched up his hand and picked his phone. “Leo, you freaked the shit out of me.”
“Bwhahaha,” The person from the other end laughed. “You still haven't gotten used to the sound of your own ringtone?”
“Fuck off if you have nothing to say.” Riley cut the call, making sure to change the ringtone immediately and attempted to put his phone back on the desk. Just as he's about to, a message popped up on the screen.
It's an unknown number. He wanted to toss his phone as usual without checking the messages, but something in him pushed him to open it.
VELVET BAR, IN THE VIP SECTION, YOUR BOYFRIEND HAD A BLONDE STRADDLING HIS LAP. SEEMS THEY'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME, WON'T YOU COME HAVE A LOOK?
