Second Chance With My Billionaire Boss

"Spread wider." His sultry whisper had sent a delicious shiver coursing through my entire being.

"Good," he'd commended as I yielded to his demand.

His raspy voice, coupled with the warm breath teasing my ear, had held me captive, igniting another wave of quivers.

I'd surrendered to a moan as he plunged into me, our bodies soon entangled in a rhythmic dance of desire.

His deep kisses synchronised with each powerful thrust, my own moans melding into the symphony of pleasure.

"Alice," he calls, and I can't help but wonder how he knew my name.

"Alice!" Cold water splashes against my face.

I roll over, only to encounter frigid sheets. I groggily open my eyes to discover a gloomy dawn through an open window.

"Wake up. You shouldn't have gone to that party last night. I warned you. I did. At least you didn't drink.

You'd have been a complete mess today."

Janet's boots echo as she departs.

"What time is it?"

"6:30 a.m. You're already running late."

I spring to my feet, rushing into the bathroom, still fully dressed.

I hastily stripped off the fancy attire I'd worn to the retirement party, the night's encounter with that mysterious man fresh in my mind.

His mere smile had been enough to unravel the fabric of my self-control.

A single searing kiss and a push against the wall convinced me to surrender the dress to my body.

Never had I experienced a kiss so tantalising.

"Are you sure you're not feeling unwell?" Janet's voice snaps me back to reality.

"Uh, no," I reply, quickly crossing my arms over my chest to conceal my hardened nipples.

I turn away and step into the bathroom.

I have a mere 15 minutes to prepare for the day's obligations. As I turn on the shower and feel the warm water cascade over my skin, it's as if the stranger's fingers are tracing every curve. My hand instinctively rises to cup one breast. The memory of him seated with me on his lap, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sends delightful shivers across my skin.

My breath quickens as my other hand ventures down my stomach, heading towards the aching juncture between my thighs.

"Alice! You're taking forever!"

Janet's voice startles me, and I hastily grab the soap to wash only specific areas-my pubic region, face, and shoulders. I intentionally avoid lathering my entire body.

I let the water rinse away the soap and hurried out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my body.

"What's gotten into you this morning? The Alice I know would've been ready in a snap." A stray strand of Janet's black hair falls across her furrowed brow.

Her hands rest on her hips as she scolds me. "Remember, you have a job interview this morning, and you're expected to be at the office before 7:30 a.m." She begins to tidy up the room.

Why did the company slate my interview today? I pout.

The stranger from last night-I wish I could see him again, even if it were just one last time. But we had agreed:

"This will be our first and last time," he'd told me just hours ago, sealing the pact with a passionate kiss.

It's for the best.

I sigh and then nod at Janet once I'm fully dressed. "Let's go."

Although the ride to the office was a very short one, I felt uneasy throughout the journey.

Going for interviews was suddenly becoming the norm, and as much as I loathed the thought, I didn't have any choice either.

I was living on a very low budget, but still, the bills piling up on a monthly basis were terrifying. Plus, I also had Wema Bank on my neck too.

Sometimes, I wish I hadn't taken the loan, but how would I have graduated from college if I hadn't?

My eyes had become moist with tears, and I quickly wiped them off.

The last thing I wanted was to garner unnecessary pity from people. The independent part of me always revolted each time I got pitied.

I silently muttered some prayers, hopeful for a positive turnout for the interview.

As expected, I arrived at the office late, and the frown on the secretary's face confirmed it.

"Do you job seekers ever keep time?" I heard her murmur under her breath.

"Good morning, ma'am." I greeted her respectfully, clearly hiding the annoyance in my voice.

She raised a brow and took quick glances at me, as if sizing my worth or maybe checking out my dress.

I paid no heed to her. I might not be dressed in the best, but I was looking dashing in the flowery gown I bought from thrift the other day.

And if I wasn't looking good, I wouldn't have received the lustful stares I got from male onlookers while on the road.

I saw a door open, and a pretty lady emerged almost in tears as she clutched tightly at the files in her hands.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest at the sight of the lady. I knew how painful it was to be rejected for a job you applied for, but I wouldn't cry because of it.

Not even if my life depended on the job like it does right now.

It was my turn to be interviewed. I mutter some prayers before trotting into the waiting room.

The office was sparsely decorated with wooden artefacts and bronze awards. A manly smell lingered in the air.

I could also hear the sound of running water in a nearby room, an indication that the person I sought could be in the restroom. The door suddenly opens, revealing a familiar face I woke up remembering.

I begin to feel jittery as my eyes take a quick tour around his frame. He was more handsome than he looked the night before.

His eyes suddenly light up before an unresolved emotion takes over.

"He must be a good actor," I thought to myself.

"I hope my secretary has briefed you on why you're here." He asks, feigning not to notice the clear surprise on my face.

I nod in affirmation, my heart almost threatening to jump out of my chest.

"Pick up your appointment letter with my secretary. You will resume tomorrow."

A quick glance at him, and I saunter off to meet his secretary.

This is the first time a man has humiliated me in the most unspeakable way.

The ride home was a very troubled one.

The thought of working under the stranger who gave me a series of orgasms the previous night sends chills down my spine.

There's no way he faked the moans that escaped his lips that night. Talking about his lips, I could still feel their feathery touches on my naked body. I quickly smile as my lips twitch in obvious recognition of the torture they underwent.

I needed the money; it was the only way I would be able to pay the loan sharks the whooping sum I borrowed some months ago. The payment was due in the next four months.

At home, I busy myself with getting everything ready for the work ahead. It wasn't the first time I was working under the gross supervision of a bossy boss; my former boss wasn't any different. The only difference could be that he wasn't as attractive as the man I met in the office some hours ago.

My first day at work was short of what I envisioned. I arrived at exactly 7:00 with a satisfying grin on my face. A light tap on my shoulder abruptly stopped the smirk that was on my face. I would have sworn that he enjoyed taunting, except that his face bore an expressionless look, and I couldn't find any explanation for it. He was dressed in a well-trimmed two-piece suit with his two upper buttons undone, revealing a mask of scanty hair on his chest.

"Good morning, Mr. Williams."

"My desk is a mess. I hope you have not already forgotten your obligations."

It was his guts for him. He had clearly ignored my greeting and only gone ahead to bark orders on my first day at work.

"I will get to that immediately." I had already prepared myself for the worst. His office was well arranged, contrary to what was expected. I had rushed out of his presence in fear because I thought it was as messy as he said. The door creaks open, and he emerges with a file he casually threw at me. "I need that file to be ready in the next two hours."

The file in my hand was too large to be completed in less than two hours. It was impossible to get whatever job he wanted done by 8:00 a.m. "Is this man not worse than the devil himself?" I wondered.

"One more thing," he continues, "I do not appreciate excuses."

Flicking through the files, my mind delves into an unprepared task: calculating, chewing on my pen nib, and finally filling in figures that I deem worthy of the empty spaces in the form.

It was a herculean task, and I found myself with a satisfied grin upon the completion of the work.

My table clock rings out in succession, a clear indication that my time of submission is up.

I carefully make my way to his office door and hesitate before knocking slowly on the door.

My knock is met by a stretched silence. His secretary was kind enough to have told me about the things he hated: "You can only go into his office when he sends for you," she had whispered into my ears.

So, I waited, and when no response came, I retreated into my office, unsure whether to call him on the office landline or wait for his call.

Either way, I wasn't ready to get scolded on my first day.

A knock on the door, and I leap off my feet, totally shaken by the fear of being faced by him.

My face suddenly recoils into a smile as I plunge myself into the outstretched arms of my best friend, Alec.

"What's happening here? My boss bellows at our backs, anger visibly written all over his mean face.

Alec was the last person I was expecting at the office.

My excitement at seeing him made me throw caution in the air and jump into his hands.

I would have stayed longer in his arms, but for my boss' interruption.

"What do you take this place for? He fires

Surprisingly, Alec remained calm and unperturbed by the outburst.

I am so sorry, sir."

He glares angrily at me and demands the file he asked me to work on, which I immediately placed in his arms, feeling jittery all over.

As for Alec, he took his leave immediately, and my boss went back into his own office.

The rest of the day in the office was peaceful. His calls were brief but full of orders.

His emails and messages were not left out; I replied to everyone of them, careful not to incur his wrath again.

At home, my phone rings, displaying "unknown" on the caller ID for the third time that day.

I swiftly dismissed the call and reached for the smoothie on my bedside table.

As the phone buzzed once more, Janet's name lit up the screen.

"You sure have a thing for interruptions," I muttered.

"Hey," she said cheerfully. "You never mentioned your new job."

"Sorry, it slipped my mind."

"So, how was your first day at work?"

I was tempted to share my encounter with my new boss, but I knew it would only lead to endless teasing from Janet. "It was stressful."

"Aren't you coming home tonight?" With a series of yawns, I questioned

"Yeah, I stopped by at my cousin's place. I will be back tomorrow morning."

I turned off my bedroom light and quickly drifted to sleep.

Going to bed early wasn't my usual routine, but I needed as much rest as possible; my new job was already taking a toll on me.

The next morning, I woke up with a mild headache.

A quick look on my phone, and I frown at the obvious lateness I would incur if I delayed any further.

I shed my silky nightwear and headed to the bathroom, eager to get to work as early as possible.

I arrived at the office 15 minutes late, relieved to find the boss absent.

This gave me a chance to freshen up and tidy his office, although I couldn't help but wonder why I was doing the cleaning duties meant for the janitorial staff.

I had inquired about it on my first day.

"Why does the boss want me to do the cleaner's job?" I had asked a coworker.

"He has his reasons," she replied, before hurrying away.

It was evident that everyone was afraid of him. Fear was etched on their faces when he summoned them, and they spoke in hushed tones when he was nearby.

"He's not just arrogant and proud; he's also intimidating," I concluded, suddenly regretting giving in to his charms the other day.

Perhaps he was accustomed to having women vying for his attention.

A question popped into my mind, and I decided a background check on him was in order.

"No wonder he's so full of himself," I remarked with a smirk as I examined the information on my phone screen. My attention remained fixed on the screen as the door suddenly swung open, revealing my boss's cold expression.

"Did I startle you?" he inquired, his fingers lightly tracing the neckline of my turtleneck top.

Could he not tell? His mere presence was enough to startle even the most composed person.

"No, sir," I stammered, shaking my head defensively.

He persisted with his unsettling advances, his touch tracing a familiar path down my collarbone until his finger hovered just above my left cleavage. Growing more terrified, I attempted to step away from his reach, but he cornered me against the wall, his body looming over mine.

I raised my hand, hoping to push his fingers away, desperate to quell the emotions his touch was stirring. In response, he smiled-a boyish grin that I found almost impossible to resist.

"You're as enticing as you were the other night," he admitted before roughly pushing me away.

Instead of feeling relieved, I felt a pang of regret hit me as he roughly pushed me away from his body. As if he feared I could infect him with some sort of deadly disease.

It felt as if he was repulsed by my mere presence, or was I wrong with the hint of emotion I saw in his eyes when he trailed his fingers down the nape of my top? "This will be the last time he humiliates me again," I said, anger suddenly taking over my mood. I had forgotten my promise to Janet. I even ignored her call when she called to inquire about my new workplace. The sudden urge to throw up follows my stomach grumbling. It was the third time I had such a reaction, except that this time it was almost impossible to ignore it. I hastily dashed into the restroom and freed my bowel of its contents.