JPHooke

Chase Ward believed in only two things: power and desire. When he met The Lady in Red through an anonymous chat, he became almost obsessed with the influence it had on him. So, he made only one offer: 3 weeks to have her. Little did he know that the person for whom he felt this irresistible attraction was always one step away. Annelise Hamilton was the new secretary to the most arrogant guy she'd ever seen, but also deliciously cretin. When she found out it was Chase she was talking to, she wanted to run away, but her escape became impossible for one reason: an irresistible proposal. Does love overcome desire? Or is desire dominated by power?

More Than Desire

Mr. Blue Balls was online, but for some reason he didn't message me. I waited, reloaded the page and nothing. I was tired enough, and when I rolled over on the bed, I slept clinging to Chase.


"Hi, little boy." He climbed onto the bed, ran over to me, and climbed onto my stomach, settling in after turning around a few times without moving. I stroked its soft fur. 'Are you comfortable there?'


I visualized him taking off his shirt, button by button. Heat surged up my legs and intensified in my inner thighs. Did he notice how almost aroused I was?


Chase started to purr as he stroked her belly.


A notification beeped on my notebook. I rolled onto my side, forgetting that the cat was on my belly, and it fell onto the bed. He meowed and landed a kick on my skin. I gathered my eyebrows.


Mr. Blue Balls: What would you say if he said my day was shit?


Mr. Blue Balls: What would make you have a bad day?


Mr. Blue Balls: Tell me how your day was, A.


Mr. Blue Balls: Until further notice, I'll call her A.


The cool. It might be. But I'll call you Perverted Cretin. Name: Cretin. Last name: Pervert.


I smiled and Chase climbed back up to me, this time he climbed up to my chest.


A: Apart from my boss, my day was nice. He's an asshole.


Mr. Blue Balls: I want to know more. You know… I shouldn't tell you, but I just hit one for my secretary. I beat you, so far.


I sat up and this time I picked up Chase and put him on my lap. I caressed him gently.


Mr. Blue Balls: Then I'm the pervert... well... it all happened when she accidentally spilled coffee on me, then I took off my clothes in front of her and noticed that... she got a little excited.


I widened my eyes. My fingers suddenly locked, and my throat went dry.


The other Chase lifted his little head and meowed.


A wave of despair rippled through my body. My heart raced, uncompensated. Maybe I was just delusional. I'm groggy after all. I rubbed my eyes and read the messages again.


The person I'm talking to in an anonymous chat is… my boss.


What if I say who I am? Her breathing began to increase, her chest rising and falling, while the butterflies in her stomach took over the rest of her body. I was paralyzed. Ashamed. ecstatic. And… excited.


A: I have to sleep. I will wake up early tomorrow.


Mr. Blue Balls: Oh no… we haven't even talked about how hot my secretary's ass is. And I know… I'm perverted for saying that. She was kind to me. She washed the suit and came to deliver it.


I didn't know exactly where that exact second would go, but I had a feeling it would change my life forever. And I was completely right.
