Chapter 4 She knew herself

Cinderella sighed and frowned. She can't believe that Julius will never stop. It's been three years, but he still...

"Tell Julius that I'm in a meeting with an important client and this afternoon, I won't go back to work. Just make up a lie so he will leave. Please," she begs to her secretary.

She heard Julius's voice on the other line. She stood up and distanced herself a little, facing the window on the other side of the room.

"Feliz, give your phone to him. I'll just talk to him myself," she says.

The next voice she heard was Julius's. He was a bachelor himself, a billionaire to be exact. He is an architect and had a firm that is worth 2 billion dollars.

His family was also influential. "Cinderella, babe, where are you?" he asks, demanding but possessive.

"Julius, leave my company now. Don't scare my secretary and my employees. Stop bugging me, will you?!" she exclaims.

She's a playgirl. But Julius had never been her cup of tea or even tried to flirt with her. Why? It's only because of her bitter past that she believes that love is a shit and men are pigs.

Julius was... a stalker of hers since college. She accidentally discovered his secret when she had to visit him and handed him a printout from our professor.

It was sickening, but he... never stop and try to pursue me when that relationship crumbles. Up until now, he's...

"I'm fucking someone right now. Don't disturb me. So please, leave my fucking office. If I learn that you threaten and make a scene in my company, I'll kill you, okay?"

She's about to drop the call when she hears his laughter. "Don't make me laugh. There's no way you will answer Feliz's call if you're fucking someone, babe," he says, mocking him.

She turns around and tries to find something. She saw some glue on his table. She went to his desk and opened the bottle.

She poured it in her palm and started making an erotic sound, the same erotic sound you make when you're doing something out there. She moves a little.

"Nghnn... not too much! I'm talking to someone, gosh!" she says.

"Wait, let me end the call first. Fuck!"

She made another erotic sound and ended the call using her elbow. She takes a deep breath and looks at her palm. "Now it's glued," she says.

There's a pair of eyes that gives her a chilling sensation. She raises her head and looks at her client. "Uhm... restroom?" she asks.

Nathaniel's brow arches. He points to the door on his right side. She runs there and kicks the door closed. "Goshhh!" she screams.

She sits on the floor and nestles her face on her knees. I'm so damn embarrassed! "Did I just do all that in front of-fuck!" she screams in a low voice.

She ends up kicking her feet in the air. She heard a knock from the outside. She opens the door and acts like she's not embarrassed at all.

"You made the door sticky, missy," he says, leaning on the door frame.

She realizes that her hand was still glued. She went to the sink and washed her hands. "I'm sorry for that. I know I'm in your mansion for a business transaction, but..."

She sighed and concentrated on cleaning her hand. After five minutes, the glue finally comes off! "Who's this Julius guy, Cindy?"

"Just a guy who's stalked me since college. He's harmless. He just pops out in places and always sends me three red roses every day, and that's it," she shares.

She didn't know why she was telling him the story about Julius and her, but words came out on their own. She's not bothered if he knew some things in her life.

"Aren't you supposed to send him to jail and press charges?" Mr. Idriv asks. That made her laugh.

"For what? For being beautiful that I end up having a stalker? Have you ever heard of victim blaming, mister?" she asks in a serious tone.

He leans on the sink and is facing the other side of his bathroom. "Hear of it, especially when it comes to se*ual as*aults. It's always the women's fault for wearing sexy and revealing clothes, blah, blah, blah."

She was stunned when she saw how his expression turned darker, but she chose to keep her mouth shut. She ends up laughing and can't contain her true reaction.

"Why are you laughing, huh?" Mr. Idriv asks.

She shakes her head and raises her palm, asking him to let her finish laughing. As soon as she calms, she meets his eyes.

"I thought my name was already weird and laughable in this era, but you, Mr. Idriv, you're a jester yourself," she remarked. "Cinderella."

Cinderella's eyes dilated when she heard his voice calling her name. She gulps. Her heart skips a bit, and the voice he uses has caught her attention even more!

'Did Mr. Idriv use a bedroom voice while calling my name?! What the fuck!'

"You shouldn't laugh at your client straight to his face," he says in a deep baritone voice. She gulps and bows her head.

"My apologies. Let me finish washing my hands, and I'll present my ideas properly after, Sir Nathaniel," she replied.

She was more stunned when his huge palm cupped her face and forced her to meet his dazzling eyes. The fire inside her was consuming her more.

"You seem to be tense. You need to loosen up," Mr. Idriv growls in a low but gentle voice.

He turned off the faucet and made her sit on the side of the sink. He breathes deeply and claims her waiting lips hungrily. Yes, she's waiting to feel his lips against hers again.

She's not a hypocrite. The moment Nathaniel's lips touch hers. She melts in his warmth. His arms around her waist had given him the right to pull her closer against his muscular body.

His kiss slowly deepened, and she parted her lips willingly, inviting his tongue inside. "Nghnnn..."

She'll moan as much as she wants to let him know how good a kisser he is. His kiss was almost desperate and felt like it was needy as well.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down to her neck, sucking, biting, and licking as he gently enters his hand underneath the skirt of her dress.

"You smell so nice... like that night, kitten," he whispered. He licks her earlobe this time, planting kisses on her cheek and the side of her neck. He's making her want something.

He knows how to make a woman crave and ask for his touch and kisses. "This isn't... part of our transaction today, Mr. Idriv," she whispered.

She wants him to lose his control. This time, she promised herself that she wouldn't let him know how she craved to be touched by him again!