Jacinta C Onu

Joleen was 23 yrs and aspired to reach her goals. She will stop at nothing. Though obstacles stood at every corner of her success. She found herself fascinated with cars designs though she never owned one.
In her quest for a brighter future, she applied for a role as an automobile designer (car designer) at Venus Automobiles, the biggest car company in the US.
Unfortunately, she will be interviewed by her cruel boss who she prefers to call Mr devil. She worked as a kitchen assistant in Mr.Wayne's mansion who also happened to be the CEO of Venus Automobile.
The handsome billionaire was known for his arrogance, but he found young Joleen's confidence interesting but yet, Mr devil's heart was hard to reach if not extinct.
Will he turn her down when he recognizes her?
You are about to find out!

MR. DEVIL AND little ME

"The hospital, and my training classes at Venus,"

"Wait, what?" He said, sitting up.

"What are you talking about?" He asked looking down at her as she still laid face up on the bed.

Joleen now wore a proud type of smile before speaking. Charles was the best, he was her greatest cheer leader and she always felt supported by him.

"Calm down, I wasn't taken, I just got a chance to be trained and maybe hired if I make it through the test,"

That is huge!" Charles exclaimed as his shock and excitement filled the room.

"You are gonna be the next big thing!" He said shaking her up in excitement, smiling uncontrollably too.

"I don't know about that, let's get through this stage first." She said after Charles freed her.

She was till laying face up, half of her legs was out of the bed and she dangled it occasionally.

Charles laid back on the bed, he put this two hands under his hair, forming a v by the two sides as he looked up at the ceiling.

They just laid there in silence, and just stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before Charles broke the silence.

Amanda sighed as she remembered how uncertain she was about her grandma's well-being.

She remembered her grandmother's recent state, how she was barely awake. She was only hopeful that the doctors can revive her.

It was a fifty-fifty chance, now, coupled with the fact that she was old, even putting her at a higher risk.

"Hey, it only gets better," Charles said as his gaze now rested on her.

"I hope so," she said holding back her tears.

"She is scheduled for surgery next week, I hope it goes well."

"It's progressing at least, they saw a way out, we just have to be positive about it working," Charles added.

Charles soon left her, and the time was almost near.

She stood from her bed, as a wave of fear enveloped her. She shook it off and went straight to the bathroom to have a shower.

While in the shower, she was a little too conscious of her body. A body she never gave a flying fuck about. A body that could be disfigured and she cared less.

'did he find her attractive? And why?'

'why would he be willing to give her twenty thousand dollars when they were many women out there who didn't mind sharing his bed for free?

She felt an immediate chill due to her thoughts of her on him or under him, However way it was supposed to be done, she wasn't sure.

She was done showering and drying her body. She reached for the blue panties she had chosen, putting them on before looking down at herself to know if it was what the internet defined as "sexy." Her slender body had curves in the right places, yes, always had curves, but she didn't think only that defined sexy. She felt like 'aura' was a great part of sexuality and she wasn't sure how she did in that department.

The blue panties were slightly below her belly button, with her ass cheek visible. She reached for the black light bra and put it on. She glimpsed at need her boobs now held intact and together.

Over it was a silky sleeveless peach-colored dress she had decided to wear. It wasn't body hugged, but it still showed all her very feminine aura.

Ready for him II