CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

MARCUS'S POV

My thoughts tended to wander to that night where I lost control because of her.

That mysterious woman that brought back memories of the least person I wanted to remember.

Chelsea.

The prettiest flower I'd ever seen.

Jane's voice spoke softly on the speaker quickly interrupting my thoughts.

"Sir the new recruit is coming to the office in a few minutes."

"Alright thanks Jane."

A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I'm sure it must be my new secretary.

"Come in" I responded coolly.

When the door opened I turned around my swivel chair and faced her. When she froze and her face went pale.

The mug dropped to the floor and shattered.

Oh no.

It was her.

This couldn't be fucking happening.

Drinking in the sight of her my cock twitched painfully with excitement.

She was so hot.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The mug in her hand instantly shattered into many pieces and her hazel eyes slowly met mine intensely.

She looked horrified.

Damn right.