Romance With The CEO

Chapter10: Decision 1

Lucas put on a neatly tailored suit. He buttoned a cufflink and tidied up his appearance, then reached for his briefcase on the desk. Just then there was a soft knock at the door and Vlora entered.

"I was just leaving, Vlo," Lucas said, handing the bag to his secretary. "How's everything going? No changes in the schedule, right?"

Vlora took Lucas' work bag and replied, "No, sir. According to reports, Mr. Rhodes has been at the hotel for a few hours now. The meeting is still scheduled for six o'clock at the Fullman Batavia Park hotel restaurant."

"Okay," Lucas nodded, glancing at his watch, which showed five in the afternoon. "We should go now."

Lucas took a step, but Vlora's hesitant cough made him stop abruptly.

"Um, sir."

"What is it?"

Vlora seemed uncertain. "There's someone who wants to meet you."

"I have to go now, Vlo. Besides, I don't seem to have any appointments this afternoon."

When it came to Lucas' work schedule, Vlora was certainly better informed than anyone else. But this seemed to put her in a dilemma.

"The lady said it was important, and she convinced me that you would definitely see her."

Lucas furrowed his brow. In his opinion, the woman clearly had a high sense of confidence. "Who?"

"Miss Velia, sir," Vlora replied, scanning her boss's response. She then reminded him to anticipate the possibility of Lucas forgetting. "The employee who met with you a few days ago. Do you remember her?"

"Velia. Velia." Unconsciously, Lucas repeated the name Velia several times. His face betrayed a sense of doubt. Then he naturally asked himself. "Why is she coming back all of a sudden?"

Vlora waited for a moment, but time was ticking away. Finally, she plucked up the courage to ask.

"Well, sir? Would you like to meet her? Or should I refuse?""

Guidance flashed in Lucas' eyes. He was irritated with himself. He should have dismissed Velia, not the other way around.

"Tell her to come in."

Vlora nodded understandingly. "Yes, sir."

Lucas turned around. He was going to sit on the sofa and wait when he heard the sound of the door opening.

It must be Velia. Lucas' mind said, and his steps stopped instantly. He turned to see Velia closing the door behind her.

Velia walked towards Lucas with a blank expression. She did not say a word as she stopped right in front of him.

In a rush of curiosity about Velia's reason for coming, Lucas waited. He said nothing, and what happened was unexpected.

Velia's hand rose. Her long, slender fingers moved to his chest. Slowly but surely, she unbuttoned each button from its hole. One by one, with such a slow movement. As if she wanted to torment a pair of Lucas' eyes, which were staring at her wide-eyed.

Lucas stood still. His eyes did not blink as the pink shirt was unbuttoned. The sight of a pair of full breasts was so seductive.

Velia let the shirt fall from her body. It tumbled to the floor and her hands moved again. This time to her back.

Lucas could not breathe. Her breasts were freed from the black lace bra that had supported them for only two seconds. Revealing a pair of beautiful, brown nipples.

Still silence. Neither Lucas nor Velia spoke. But Lucas knew exactly what Velia wanted.

*

The cold air made Velia shiver. But she could not retreat. Having removed her shirt and bra, it was the skirt that was now her target.

Velia's hand went to her hips. She was about to pull down the zipper of her skirt when Lucas approached.

Lucas held Velia's hand. "What are you doing?"

Lucas' voice was hoarse. He looked down and his eyes fell on Velia's breasts, which were an insignificant distance away from him.

"I'm really desperate, Luc," Velia replied helplessly. She looked devastated and seemed to be holding back tears. "I'll do anything now."

Lucas' jaw hardened. His sharp eyes darkened as if they wanted to cut through Velia's body.

"Is that what you do after all this time away from me? Selling yourself? You're such a disgrace."

Despite the offer he had made the other day, Lucas could not believe Velia would actually go through with it. Ironically, Velia felt the same way.

"I can assure you this will be the first and last time."

Velia's voice sounded unfazed. She had been pushed to the brink of despair. Her fear had been replaced by carelessness.

"Mind you, Luc. I'm doing this out of necessity. I have debts to pay."

The darkness in Lucas' eyes disappeared. "What happened to you?"

"That's none of your business," Velia replied bluntly. "The point is, are you going to do what you said?"

Lucas' attention was momentarily diverted as Velia took a deep breath. Her breasts moved softly and sensually; a temptation Lucas could not resist.

"What?"

"Give me my job back if I give myself to you."

Lucas did not immediately respond to Velia's words. Instead, he caressed Velia's nipple with his thumb. It sent a shiver down her spine and made her tremble.

"Put your clothes back on."

Velia's eyes widened. But before she could say anything, Lucas spoke again.

"Come with me."

Velia knew. Lucas accepted her offer.

*

Ten minutes later, Velia and Lucas were in a moving car. Lucas installed a partition for privacy between him and Velia. None of their conversations would be overheard by Vlora. Nor by Will Baker, the driver.

"So..."

Lucas' voice was heard. He looked over and saw Velia clasping her hands.

"... you want to be a whore now?"

Velia spat. "If I only serve you, then you can't call me a whore."

Lucas grinned. Velia had twisted his words from before.

"How much do you want to be paid?"

Lucas' question made Velia reflexively turn her head. She looked shocked and Lucas asked casually.

"You're not doing this for free, are you? Or is it just enough to get your job back?"

*