Chapter 4 You'll Eat Your Words

• The walk to my doom was very silent. I trailed behind the petite secretary who led me down the grand hall leading to his office, my gaze darting about the large space as my heart raced with fear.
• I had never been on the CEO's floor, because before today I had no reason to interact with him. And I desperately wished it was in different circumstances. I've heard rumors saying he was ruthless and unforgiving, and that the people that worked closely with him walked on eggshells every day.
• Just like I was doing right now.
• But it was too late to escape, I was already on the chopping board, and the knife was only minutes away from landing on my neck.
• We reach the double doors of the office, and the secretary presses the intercom button to inform him of my arrival. She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone.
• I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me as I took in the air suffused with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon, making me forget about my nerves for a brief moment.
• The office screamed of wealth, sophistication, and luxury. The walls, adorned with framed fashion sketches and top magazine covers, exude creativity and elegance.
• Gleaming marble floors stretch out beneath my feet, leading towards a grandiose desk crafted from polished ebony, adorned with gold accents. Behind it, a high-backed leather chair commands attention, fit for a fashion monarch.
• The room is bathed in soft, diffused light emanating from crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the plush furnishings. Velvet chaise lounges and silk-upholstered armchairs beckoned invitingly, promising comfort and opulence.
• In one corner, a meticulously curated display showcases exquisite designer accessories and haute couture pieces, each meticulously arranged like precious works of art.
• As my eyes take in the scene, I can't help but be swept away by the sheer magnificence of this modern-day palace of fashion. It was mesmerizing, enchanting even.
• “You seem like you're having fun.”
• I jolted in my spot, snapping out my daze as I whipped my head towards the direction of the voice, and for the hundredth time today, I was left utterly speechless.
• There he was, his silhouette cutting a striking figure against the backdrop of his opulent office. His shoulder-length dark hair cascaded in silky waves, framing his angular face with an air of untamed allure. Each strand seemed to catch the light, adding depth to the rich hues of his hair.
• His features are like something out of a painting - chiseled and captivating, with an air of mystery that only serves to heighten his allure. My lips part in awe as I take in his striking appearance, but instead of reciprocating the admiration, his eyes narrow with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.
• With arms casually crossed over his broad chest, he exuded an aura of quiet confidence and undeniable charm. His heterochromatic eyes, one a piercing shade of icy blue and the other a deep, mesmerizing green, held a captivating contrast that seemed to draw me in like a moth to a flame.
• I find myself momentarily transfixed by the sharpness of his gaze, unable to look away as he stares at me with an unsettling focus. It's as if he's peering into the depths of my soul, unraveling my every thought and emotion with just a single glance.
• At what appeared to be six feet two inches tall, he commanded the space effortlessly, his tall frame accentuated by a lean yet muscular build honed from years of disciplined fitness.
• I brace myself as he pushes off the wall, every movement he made was deliberate, each step exuding a grace and poise that spoke of innate athleticism.
• Despite the brewing storm of anger in his eyes, there's an undeniable magnetism about him, drawing me in despite the tension that stretched like a tightrope between us.
• His gaze lowered, slowly, and almost seductively, soaking in my form from head to toe. I blinked back to reality as he scoffed at me.
• On impulse, I fell to my knees, keeping my head low as I steeled my courage.
• “Please don't fire me!” I beg desperately, mentally scolding myself for gawking at him like a peasant.
• But I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the intricate details of his appearance. From the faint stubble lining his chiseled jaw to the subtle flex of his toned arms beneath the fabric of his tailored suit, every aspect of him seemed to exude a raw magnetism that left me spellbound.
• All the few glimpses I've got of him these past few years of working couldn't even amount to the sheer amount of beauty he exuded from up close.
• “Please,” I add breathlessly, my voice trembling at the thought of losing the job I'd worked so hard to secure. It was my lifelong dream to be a fashion designer, and now that I've finally achieved it, I wasn't going to let it go so easily.
• “What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn't dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more.
• But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air - smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion.
• There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior.
• “Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull.
• When I don't answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor. I flinch as I hold back a whimper, already on the verge of tears.
• “Answer me!” He demands, his tone bursting with a twinge of annoyance that left my knees weak with anxiety. But unfortunately, my brain failed to deliver a coherent answer. So I did the one thing I knew how to do best.
• “I’ll do anything you tell me to.” I continued to plead, my voice barely audible against how loudly my heart was beating. “Just please let me keep my job.”
• A beat of silence passed, and I waited with bated breath, silently praying he didn’t call security to throw me out.
• I'm caught off guard when he grabs a fist full of my hair, and I hiss in pain as he forces my head up with a hard tug.
• Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at him helplessly, and my pathetic sight seemed to amuse him as his lips split into a devious smirk at my expense.
• “Anything?” He raises a brow, and I try to nod but his tight grip on me does not allow it.
• “Yes.” I finally say. “Anything.”
• “Let me ask you something first.” He began softly, and I blinked repeatedly when I caught sight of his free hand moving to unbuckle the straps of his belt.
• What the hell?
• “Why did you rank me as number three?”
• What?
• “I don't understand…” I trailed off, watching closely as he unzipped his trousers next. My gaze trailed to the evident bulge as I unconsciously wet my lips.
• Damn, every part of this man was sculpted into divine perfection.
• Luke Graham pulled on my hair tighter, and I let out a sharp cry as he roughly grabbed my chin. He crouches down to my eye level, anger blazing in his heterochromatic eyes.
• “How the hell did you rank me below a fucking employee.” He rasped, his statement invoking a sudden realization that hit me like a hard brick.
• This man…was more enraged about the fact that I had ranked him below Caspian on my list, rather than the fact that it was leaked for all eyes to see.
• And of all the things to direct his anger at, that was what annoyed him the most?
• Oh, why does that make my pussy throb?
• “No reason.” I knew my answer would piss him off even more, but I don't know where the sudden boldness that washed over me came from. I was playing with dangerous fire and was very much aware this flame could burn me, and still “I felt he'll be better.” I had a craving need to be burned.
• In reality, staying on my knees, in this position, with this beautiful man in front of me, stirred something deep within the depths of my aching soul, a mix of feelings I had believed were non-existent.
• Want, desire…..
• Lust
• I loved the way his eyes stormed with a whirlwind of emotions, my own eyes lowering seductively as I chose to push him once more.
• “There was an empty slot and I needed to fill it with anyone that came to–”
• My words are stolen as he sprung to his feet and shoves his dick in my mouth with one powerful thrust of his hips.
• “By the time I'm done with you.” He began, chuckling darkly as he looked down at me struggling against the girth of his length.
• “You'll eat your words.”