CHAPTER 9

  “These are the files containing the new upcoming project,” Betty drops a fat blue folder on the table. “I think the architect will be done with the design next month.”

  I stared at the table absentmindedly, my mind filled up with the image of last night. I still couldn’t get the sound of her moan out of my head, the need to possess her made me groan.

  “Are you alright sir?” I heard Betty ask, but I refuse to spare her my time.

  “Aziz?” her tone sounded worried. “Is everything alright?” I looked up to see her frowning in front of me.

  “I am fine, you can leave now,” I dismissed her, but she refuses to leave.

  Betty moved around my table and came to stand behind me, her hand slid down my chest. Her hand teased my nipple as she nipped at the hollow of my neck with her teeth, and I felt so good but not satisfied.