Chapter 1 His Terms, Her Desperation

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she approached the door to the receptionist.

"I need to see Mr. Mike Richard," She said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

The receptionist didn't even look up. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Cynthia replied, her voice firm. "But I can't leave until I see him...it's urgent".

Without another word, she turned and made her way past the desk, her heart pounding.

This was Cynthia's last chance, or she would be sent to jail just like the lawyer had told her over the phone....She had no luxury of choices again.

Cynthia has been a 9-5 worker in a restaurant, and her salary of $30 could not even pay all her bills, not to talk more about making up for her late father's debt.

No good job, No money, just her father's mess she had to clean up.

She is her parent's first fruit, so the desperation felt like a weight on her chest, and she could barely breathe when the elevator stopped.

When the elevator opened, she walked towards the large office at the end of the hall, knowing this was it. Without Knocking, Cynthia pushed the door open.

And froze...

"Yh..urghh Oh Yh...fuck fuck" Loud moaning came from a lady who was being held on the neck while being tucked.

And the man fucking her, she had only seen in headlines and photos, the heir to Richie's 5-star hotel, Mike Richard, was standing there, but it wasn't the cold, calculating billionaire she expected to see.

He was shirtless, his trousers on his knees...he was naked! And on his desk was a light-skinned skinny lady, with her two legs spread wide open in front of him naked too.

The boss, Mike, was still roughly banging her, not aware of the surprised Cynthia standing at the door.

Her boobs were swaying up and down in unison with the rapid and rough banging inside her.

Cynthia froze, horror and embarrassment flooding her chest.

"Oh my God!" She gasped immediately, slamming the door shut behind her.

The woman turned to the door, her voice loud. "Looks like you've got another groupie..huh" she said with her fingers running along his chest.

"Fuck,yh...out!" Mike moaned out loud after releasing the thickest cum inside her and pulling out.

He threw her dress and a bundle of dollar notes on her.

The woman pouted but obeyed. She wore her skimpy dress and grabbed her purse and the money, "Whatever" she said as she walked out of the room, giving Cynthia a disdainful stare.

"Nice to meet you, sugar," she smirked, popping her gum again before walking out.

Cynthia stared at her in disgust till a voice interrupted her.

"Come in!" Mike shouted inside his office.

She shut the door behind her and immediately walked inside.

He turned to face her, his shirt halfway buttoned, leaving his chef exposed. He kept his posture casual as if nothing unusual had just happened.

"You've got 10 seconds to tell me who you are and why you barged into my office," he said with his voice laced with

irritation.

Cynthia swallowed hard, her face burning with humiliation. "I...I'm Cynthia Taylor, " she stammered, trying to focus on the reason she was there. "I'm here about my father's debt to your family".

Mike studied her like a man trying to figure out a puzzle before him.

"Your father," Mike repeated. " Robert Taylor, the man who owed my family enough to fund a small country"

"Well?" He asked, leaning against his desk, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come in, sit down. Or are you too shy?"

Cynthia's eyes moved across the room, avoiding looking at him for a moment. Then, like a magnet, her eyes were drawn down to the desk.

On it...just inches from her, lay a used condom...her stomach lured.

She tightened her hands around the straps of her bag.

Mike chuckled."Guess you've seen enough now. Care to join?" He mocked, not even the slightest bit phased by the situation.

"I...what sir?" Cynthia stammered her heart racing.

Mike, sensing her discomfort, pushed off the desk and started straightening himself out, pulling up his trousers slowly, clearly enjoying her discomfort. He grabbed his shirt from the back of his chair and slid on...one button at a time.

"I didn't think you were the type to be so easily shocked, Miss Taylor," he said. His tone was lighter now, teasing. "You came here for something, didn't you? Or did you just want to peek at the real Mike Richard?.

"My father is late now, I'm here to make things right. I'm willing to work for you...any position you have available. Deduct my salary to pay off the debt"

Mike laughed, the sound was low and mocking. " You think you can wail here after your father ran my company through the mud, and I'll just hand you a job?"

Cynthia's voice out but tired." I'm not asking for a handout out, sir; I will work hard, whatever it takes."

"Whatever it takes?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Yes sir," she said firmly.

Mike's eyes darkened as he circled her slowly with a smirk on his face.

Her chiffon shirt gave justice to her youthful round boobs, not to talk of her pants that revealed her slim-thick hips.

"You've got fire," he said, "I'll give you that, but fire doesn't mean much in my world unless you can handle the heat."

"I can handle it...si...sir," Cynthia said with her shaky voice.

"Hmm...so daring, come back tomorrow," he said abruptly. "I'll have a proposal for You."

Cynthia blinked, startled by the sudden shift. " Wait does that mean..."

"It means you need to go home and come back tomorrow...now leave my office," he said, cutting her off.

Before she could reach the exit, the office door burst open...

Cynthia froze, mid-step as the door slammed open. She turned sharply, expecting to see another one of Mike Richard's..." Guests".