[Leonard]
I reached for the alarm once it began to ring, and turned it off. The long night had finally ended, and I could not help but be relieved. I dragged myself out of bed, dreading the exercise I was to carry out today.
I had a lengthy conversation with Idris the previous night, and he pointedly told me how much of a jerk I was to have made a proposal in the manner I did. Although I saw nothing wrong with the way I proposed to my personal assistant whose name I was yet to confirm, I had to listen to Idris, coupled with the fact that she wasn't thrilled like I had expected.
Maybe Idris is right after all.
"Take things slowly with her." Idris had advised from the other end while I agreed, even though I had no idea what taking things slowly actually meant.
I kicked against asking Idris to explain it because he'll wind up making a joke of me so I stayed up all night, trying to figure it out on my own, and I found a whole lot of nothing.
I dragged my feet to the bathroom, noting with horror how heavy my eyes had become. I can't feel sleepy now. This is my second day at the office, and I can't be late. Not that I owe anyone an explanation, I needed to set a good example so I can mercilessly punish offenders.
It was getting more difficult to keep my eyes open or even think. I rested on the wall, close to my bathroom, and after a few seconds went back to bed.
I am the CEO after all, and way above the laws guiding the others, I let the thought linger in my head as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up two hours later, re-energized, and high-spirited which was strange.
I headed straight for the bathroom, after checking the time to see that it was 07:35 AM. I was already too late to hurry, so I took my time to get prepared.
As usual, I kick-started with my hair, applying the various hair products in the right order before I tended to my body properly.
The water from the shower dropped directly on my hair, sending soapy water down my chest, and other parts of my body.
I caught sight of my dick, laying low, and acting all innocent as soapy water rushed from the tip, like urine. Looking at it now, who would believe that it is capable of fucking four bitches at the same time, even though it is unable to release sperm.
I pushed my hair backwards, to remove what was left of the froths from the soap from my hair, before I went ahead to blow-dry it.
I stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked, and headed for the closet. I was alone in the apartment, and not one of my men or domestic staff would dare enter my apartment without me telling them so.
Water came off my wet body, and littered the floor but I didn't care. It should be cleaned up by the time I return, for my cleaners' sake of course. Sarah, the chief cleaner, was the only one permitted to come into my bedroom when I am away for the sole purpose of cleaning. There were a few rules though.
For instance, other than the room having a cleaner and tidier effect, I must not notice any of my stuff in a different position from the way I had left them.
I browsed through the suits in the closet, all of which were of the same color—black. Although black is not my favourite colour, when it comes to suits, there are just no other colours for me.
I picked one of the most expensive suits in my collection, and laid it out. Did Idris not say something about impressing the lady last night? A very expensive suit should do the trick. I thought.
By the time I got out of the apartment, it was way past 09:00 AM. My men were patiently waiting for me by the car, probably wondering what was taking me so long.
I hummed in response to their greetings which was strange. They were used to a slight nod of my head. I got into the car after getting the door myself. Jeff was nowhere around, and the others were probably skeptical about taking up the responsibility, not sure what my reaction would be.
"Sorry sir." Jeff called from behind me, but I totally ignored him. He was hurrying down from the apartment they all shared. If I don't want to get the door myself, I'll wait for him to get it, and fire him after. I pay him to wait on me and not the other way round.
He is lucky I'm in a jolly good mood today.
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I got into the office once Jeff pulled over at my exclusive parking space, without waiting for the men that went with me into the office.
"Good morning, sir." The receptionist greeted me as I got close to her desk, and I hummed a response. Another lady stood by her and I was sure I saw her among the other staff yesterday.
"Good morning, Mr Leonard." The other lady greeted, and I raised an eyebrow, even though I did not stop walking.
"I should help you with that." She added, and swindled the briefcase from my hand before I could say "no, thanks." So I allowed her. She is pretty after all. From the corner of my eyes, I watched her movement, and decided that she was different from the others who shamelessly flirted with me, using body language.
She seemed very professional, from the way she walked and the distance she provided, and I wasn't sure what to make of it.
She stepped into the empty elevator after me, and I was first taken by surprise when she came and stood very close to me so that the side of my arm rubbed softly against her boobs. The feeling was pleasant, very pleasant, and I rubbed my arms some more.
I'm such a jerk!
I turned to look at her, and our eyes met. She had a smile that showed that she was enjoying it. Of their own will, my eyes shifted from her face and travelled down her body, and then I saw them.
Wait, how did I miss those boobs?
They were big and promising, and…
I stopped thinking once I felt her boobs pressing against my back, and sucked in a suppressed moan. I could already feel my dick springing up to life. It's only my second day here, and I am already aroused by some bitch.
I am going to love working here so much, I thought until a soft chime in the elevator announced our arrival at the first floor. This was followed by the door sliding open, and the lady whose name I didn't know adjusted her position to create enough space between us.
'Smart bitch' I said in my head while my face maintained its stoic expression.