24 OFFGUARD KISS

"Sure, why don't we meet in an hour at the address my secretary will send you? Then we can start discussing the arrangements. I know you work alone, so my fiancée and I will be expecting you alone in an hour," he says, not sparing me even a glance. He stands up, putting his things in order as if preparing to leave.

Listening to him, I can't believe he brought me to this point, only to walk away and leave me in this state.

Very well, Mr. Smith, I think bitterly. You'll regret allowing me to be your planner because that wedding will never happen—not in this lifetime!

I storm out of his office, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and frustration. At my desk, I grab my things and prepare to leave. Just then, I receive an email confirming the meeting location. Clutching my car keys, I decide to drive. Skating, something I once loved, feels like too much effort these days.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Henderson asks as she approaches me, her brow furrowed.

"Business meeting," I reply curtly, avoiding her gaze.

"But I didn't assign you any task," she presses, her tone skeptical.

"Well, Mr. CEO did. His wedding!" I reply sarcastically, a bitter smile curling my lips.

"What? Didn't he say it's still pending until he gives us the go-ahead?"

"Just kidding. He's sent me somewhere else. I'll be back before you know it. See ya," I lie, brushing past her. My mind races as I wonder about Adam's intentions. If the wedding plans are supposedly on hold, why does he want to meet? Whatever his reason, I'll find out soon enough.

Thirty-five minutes later, I arrive at a private estate. The high wall fencing, topped with electric wires, makes it look more like a fortress than a home. The sleek black gate features a keypad for entering a password.

As I stand there, wondering if I've come to the right place, my phone vibrates.

I unlock it to find a message from an unknown number: Password > MattyWil23

"What?" I mutter, my heart skipping a beat.

Approaching the gate, I notice a CCTV camera mounted above. Realizing Adam must be watching me, I reluctantly type in the password. The gate slides open, revealing a modern, glass-paneled house that looks like something out of a design magazine.

I return to my car and drive in, the gate closing automatically behind me. The technological sophistication is unsettling, adding to my growing unease.

Stepping out of the car, I approach the glass front door. It, too, has a keypad. I hesitate, unsure whether to knock or type in the password again.

Another message buzzes in: You have the password. Why are you just standing there?

I type in the password again, and the door slides open. My heart pounds as I step inside.

The house is breathtaking—sleek, modern, and minimalistic. The décor is dominated by shades of black, grey, and white, creating a striking visual harmony.

My eyes finally land on him. He's sitting on a couch, and for a moment, my breath catches. He looks different in a sweatpant and black vest, so unlike the sharp suits I'm used to seeing him wear.

"How do you like it?" he asks, standing up.

"What?" I ask, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me.

"The house," he says. "Initially, most of the things were blue, but then I realized you like wearing black, grey, and white, so I changed the décor."

I stare at him blankly, unable to process his words. I don't say anything, staring blankly.

"Why are you so quiet? If you don't like it, we can change it to however you like it," he says, stepping closer to me. He leans his head toward me, almost whispering. "Are you really here to plan my wedding? Okay, then, how do you think we should dress? How about you wear a white suit and I wear black? Or should we both wear white? Or both black? Say something, baby. You can't have me making all the decisions by myself. Don't you think it's unfair?"

He caresses my cheek, his hand sliding to the back of my neck. He pulls me in, and the next thing I know, his lips are pressed against mine.

It's intense, almost overwhelming, and I can't help but feel dazed. My mind screams at me to push him away, but my body betrays me, melting into the moment. His lips move hungrily against mine, seeking something I'm not sure of__ maybe that closeness.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. His breathing is heavy, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped.

He pulls me to the couch that it's one fit away, making me lie on my back as he lies on top of me.

He leans down , again pressing his lips on mine. Am getting lost in it again , remembering what he has been doing to me, forbidding me from his office , I wanna stop him but I can't seem to.

His hand sneaks under my t-shirt, caressing my stomach and my sides. His lips leave mine, kissing my cheek to my neck and that's when I realise I will not stop as he pulls my t-shirt over my head , getting rid of it and his vest too.

Somehow, cumming just by this little touches and activities.

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