MY Masochistic CEO
Chapter 31 A Vile woman

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 A Vile woman

sex maniac: [Ah... Is that okay? What if I get caught? (nervous)]

low-key guy: [It’ll be fine, just stay calm!]

I sent her a wicked emoji.

low-key guy: [With the double stimulation, I guarantee you’ll feel great.]

sex maniac: [Then... okay, you really know how to play me!]

I mused to myself, her least favorite person must be me. I was certain she would summon me soon. The mere thought of witnessing her stern yet sensual demeanor had me eagerly anticipating our encounter.

As expected, about a minute later, Melody approached me. "Jessica wants you to come to her office."

I nodded in acknowledgment and made my way to her office. This time, Melody didn’t tag along.

The colleagues behind me snickered, "He must have been called in for a scolding. I heard his commission on this deal is just forty thousand dollars, that’s rough!"

Upon reaching her office, I knocked on the door. Jessica’s voice echoed from within, "Come in."

I pushed the door open to find Jessica seated behind her desk, the epitome of professionalism. There was no phone on the desk, and her right hand was conspicuously absent from view. The thought of what her hand might be doing sent my heart racing.

"Jessica, you wanted to see me?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"Yes, I have something to discuss with you!" she replied, her voice steady.

A wave of anticipation washed over me as I approached her desk. However, Jessica quickly interjected, "Stop there, don’t come too close!"

Confused, I took a small step back, maintaining a distance of about three meters between us.

Jessica’s face was stern, but her cheeks were flushed, and even the pale skin of her neck was tinged with pink. The setting sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing her in a golden glow.

Gulp!

I swallowed hard, she looked regal, just like a goddess!

But I knew all too well what this goddess was up to in secret.

The thrill of it was almost too much to bear.

This was the sort of thing men reveled in, and I was no exception.

"What did Miss Camille discuss with you today?" she inquired, her gaze intense yet her eyes glistening, revealing a hint of vulnerability.

"Nothing much, we just discussed the project. She complimented me and encouraged me to keep up the good work!" I responded, maintaining my composure.

"Oh? Is that all?" Jessica asked, her voice laced with skepticism. "I heard Miss Camille is considering promoting you."

"Ah, did Miss Camille mention that? Who told you, Jessica?" I asked, feigning surprise. I had a hunch it was Melody.

"Jessica, while Miss Camille holds a high rank and wields considerable influence, you are my direct superior. If there’s a promotion on the horizon, it would be your recommendation that matters!" I stated, emphasizing the importance of her role.

One of the biggest taboos in the workplace was to bypass your direct supervisor to liaise with higher management. Even if Tatiana did hint at promoting me to a managerial position, it was merely a possibility at this point! Jessica’s information was based purely on hearsay. Regardless of whether she was present at the time or not, even if she knew I was bluffing, it would undoubtedly soothe her.

Wasn’t it contemptible? To know full well that it was a lie, yet still find pleasure in it.

As expected, Jessica’s expression softened slightly. However, the mist in her eyes grew denser, and the blush on her cheeks deepened.

Her right hand, which had previously been trembling almost imperceptibly, was now visibly shaking. The sight of her wantonness was testing the limits of my restraint.

"You’re still lucid, very self-aware," Jessica said, "Although Miss Camille holds a high position and has influence, she doesn’t have control over the marketing department, do you understand?"

What was she implying? Was this a warning?

I quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."

"No, you don’t!" she retorted.

Her face suddenly flushed, her body trembled, and the hand resting on the desk clenched the documents so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand bulged. She was visibly agitated.

Veins surfaced on her pink neck, her head tilted slightly back, and her lips parted. She bit her lower lip to stifle any sound. To my surprise, she reached a climax right there. A hint of intoxication flashed across Jessica’s face, clearly delighted to the extreme, but she masked it with an expression of anger.

Then, I caught a scent, one that could stir the deepest desires in a human being. I felt my blood boiling, every pore in my body was clamoring.

"Jessica, why is your face so red, do you have a fever?" I asked deliberately, stepping forward.

"Stop, who gave you permission to come closer!" Her right hand slammed on the desk, and I stopped in my tracks. "Step back!"

She was livid, breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

"Don’t get excited. I’m stepping back!" I assured her, returning to my original spot.

Jessica said, "The marketing department is Mrs. Foster’s territory, don’t you know that?"

"I understand!" I nodded quickly. Mrs. Foster was the chairman’s wife, Linda Foster.

This Mrs. Foster was a formidable woman, reputed to have been a university professor, carrying the authority of a vice president and the temperament of an intellectual. As for her looks, I could only say she was no less attractive than Tatiana, with her gold-rimmed glasses and professional attire, she was the epitome of a businesswoman.

"Miss Camille has no authority here," Jessica snorted, "Don’t let yourself be made a scapegoat, or you won’t even know how you got fired." A cold sweat broke out on my back. I hadn’t thought of this before. Tatiana was rumored to be the mistress, and Linda was his wife. No wonder Tatiana suddenly called me up to praise me and promised to make me a manager; she wanted me to be the fall guy!

I was just an ordinary employee; what did I count for in front of two vice presidents? They could dismiss me with just a word.

I suddenly felt very upset, damn it, I thought I had found a backer, but I was being used as cannon fodder. It was an unpleasant feeling.

"Jessica, don’t worry, I’m clear on this."

"Good, you’re a smart person, you know what to do now, right?"

"I understand."

"Do you really?"

Jessica scoffed. "Then tell me, if Miss Camille calls you over again, what will you say?"

I thought for a moment, "Say I’m busy with work, and I won’t go?"

"Are you a fool? You’re a mere employee, and she’s the vice president. Do you honestly believe you can defy her?"

Jessica’s words were harsh and unyielding. "Listen closely. If Miss Camille summons you again, you must go. However, once you’ve gone, you must relay every word spoken to me. Not a single detail can be omitted. Do you understand?"

Was she asking me to act as a spy?

At this point, I was in no position to argue, so I nodded in acquiescence.

"I appreciate the advice, Jessica."

"Hmm. Keep my words in mind. If you dare to disregard them, you’ll undoubtedly face consequences. Do you understand?"

Her flushed face had returned to its usual pallor, and her voice was devoid of any emotion.

Was this a threat?

I detested being threatened more than anything else. No one enjoyed it, especially not when it came from a woman!

Exiting the office, I returned to my desk and retrieved my phone.

The video was brightly lit and crystal clear.

Through my Bluetooth headset, I could distinctly hear our previous conversation. It was thrilling, truly thrilling!

The sound of rushing water echoed in my ears, reminiscent of a faucet left on.

She was truly a vile creature, I could tell. She seemed thoroughly pleased with herself.

I saved the video to my cloud drive and promptly deleted it from my phone. Such a video could easily compromise me, so discretion was of utmost importance!

low-key guy: [Wow, you seem to have been rather productive today! More so than usual, if I may say.]

I sent a playful emoji in response.

sex maniac: [You have no idea how terrified I was. My heart was pounding so hard. I thought it might burst!]

low-key guy: [Did it feel good?]

sex maniac: [Yes. (shy)]

low-key guy: [Feeling better now?]

sex maniac: [I’m completely drained, the chair and carpet are dirty...]

low-key guy: [Do you have a change of clothes?]

sex maniac: [Yes!]

A thought struck me.

low-key guy: [Send me the clothes you take off later, I want them unwashed.]

sex maniac: [Ah, they’re filthy, no way!]

low-key guy: [I like anything that’s yours.]

I chuckled to myself, knowing she was unaware that I had already kept one of her belongings.

sex maniac: [But it’s so embarrassing. I feel awkward!]

low-key guy: [Okay, then let’s not do it. Shall we meet instead?]

I knew she would decline. She wouldn’t meet me anytime soon, a fact I had discerned from her reluctance to introduce me to Lily.