Screwed

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"D-d-d-d-dymon," Abigail stammered as she saw who was standing before her, staring at her with the same intense gaze he always had. Abigail was shocked to the extent that she could feel her legs shaking uncontrollably, her body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming presence of the man before her.

"What on Earth are you doing here? Why are you here? Are you the CEO's friend or his right-hand man? I-I don't get this, what's going on?" Abigail almost screamed out loud, her words tumbling from her mouth in a jumble of confusion and disbelief. She felt as though she were speaking nonsense, but the shock of seeing the man standing before her, whom she couldn't believe was the CEO, had thrown her completely off balance.

She does not want to believe she insulted her CEO.

"Madam, what is wrong? Calm down, this is our boss. Is there any problem with that?" Dylan asked, his voice tinged with concern as he attempted to soothe Abigail's escalating panic. However, despite his efforts, all Abigail wanted to do was to scream, run out, and go home after hearing Dylan's confirmation of the man's identity as their boss.

She looked at Dymon and saw him staring at her, his gaze intense and probing. All she wanted in that moment was to disappear from his prying eyes, to escape the scrutiny that made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

Dymon exchanged a silent yet meaningful glance with Dylan, understanding his unspoken message. Without wasting any more time, Dylan bowed his head and quietly exited the office, leaving Abigail and Dymon alone in the room. The sudden departure of Dylan left Abigail feeling even more vulnerable, now facing Dymon's imposing presence without any buffer.

"Oh! Mother, I'm screwed," Abigail muttered to herself in a silent plea for help as she felt increasingly uncomfortable under Dymon's intense gaze. She could practically feel the heat emanating from his eyes, as if they were undressing her, stripping away every piece of clothing until she stood bare and vulnerable before him. The sensation was unsettling, leaving her feeling exposed and defenseless in his presence, her mind racing with a mixture of anxiety and discomfort.

""What? What is wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Abigail demanded, her voice tinged with a mix of irritation and apprehension as she broke the foreboding silence.

"I told you, I am going to pluck out your eye if you keep staring at me like that. I'm not some kind of prey," she warned, her words laced with defiance as she instinctively adjusted her clothing, as if to shield herself from his penetrating gaze. She knows it stupid to talk to her boss like that but she just has to do it.

"So you are Lucky Dymon? Actually, if I knew you were the CEO of this company, I would have just rejected the job. I knew something was fishy. Why would I be given the position of a personal assistant all of a sudden? You are really cunning. Guys like you don't know anything but tricky ways to get what you want. Hmph, how lame,"

Abigail downgraded, her words sharp with skepticism and frustration. Lucky simply smiled at her, observing the fiery exchange with a calm demeanor, like a lion observing a feisty kitten, without saying a word.

Finally, he spoke. Moving closer to her, each step he took made Abigail instinctively step back, her movements mirroring his approach with a growing sense of unease.

"So we meet again, bluey," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement as he stepped closer to her, causing Abigail to take another step back, her nerves on edge in his presence.

"W-w-what are you doing? Don't come any closer to me, or I...I will...I will scream. I'm warning you," Abigail threatened, her voice trembling with apprehension as she continued to step back, her eyes darting nervously around the room, searching for an escape route.

Even though they're bound to meet again, she doesn't expect it to be in this kind of situation.

"And do you think screaming will help you?" he asked, his gaze intensifying as he closed the distance between them, his presence looming over her with an almost palpable intensity.

"Step back, I'm warning you, you handsome, heartless goat," she said defiantly, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and frustration. Before she could react, her back softly hit the glass wall, giving Lucky the opportunity to place his hands on both sides, effectively trapping her between him and the unyielding barrier.

"Hey, what is all this? Let me go!" Abigail demanded, her voice rising with desperation as she struggled against his grasp. "You said I'm your personal assistant. Am I not supposed to begin with my work? What is all this now? Let me go, now!" she insisted, but he didn't even budge, his grip unyielding as he held her firmly in place.

"I am the one who will decide that, okay? I am the one who will decide when you will work and when not to," he stated with a dangerously calm voice, sending chills down her spine. His words carried a weight of authority that made Abigail's heart sink, realizing the extent of her predicament under his control.

"W-what do you mean? Just free me," she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. She pushed against his chest with all her might, but it felt as if she were pushing against a solid wall; he was too strong for her to even budge. He looked down at her, observing her struggle with a mixture of amusement and dominance, as she pouted her soft lips in a subconscious gesture of defiance.

He gently took hold of the hand that was pushing against him and pinned it above her head, effectively restraining her movements and asserting his control over her.

"What is this? Let go!" Abigail yelled, her voice echoing with frustration as she stared defiantly at him, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and defiance.

"You are such a stubborn little bluey," he remarked with a hint of amusement, before silencing her protests with a sudden, passionate kiss. Abigail's words were cut off as he pressed his soft lips against hers, refusing to give her a chance to complain as he consumed her with the intensity of his embrace.

"Mm, mm," Abigail attempted to push him away with her other free hand, but his grip remained firm, pinning both of her hands above her head. With his other hand slipping around her waist, he drew her closer to him, intensifying the kiss and engulfing her soft lips completely. Abigail found herself powerless to resist as he deepened the kiss, his touch overwhelming her senses as she surrendered to the passion of the moment having no choice.