1 Prologue

It was seven in the morning. The executive floor was empty, but the sound of stilettos stomping in the hallway could be heard. It was still too early, and there were still two hours left before the employees arrive on the said floor. I was a couple of hours too early, and I liked it that way. I liked that I was the first one to come into the office ahead of everyone. I could work in peace.

I am the executive assistant of the president and the CEO of the company. Everyone will be busy that day because my boss was coming from a two-week trip to Europe. I want to make sure that the reports were ready at his arrival.

It is a multi-national company. The main office used to be in Dubai where most of the first projects were built ten years ago. Now, the company is involved in different projects all over the Middle East, United States, and even Latin America.

Some people raise their brows when they find out that I am holding a good position and directly working for a powerful man. I am just twenty-six after all. I don't mind the doubters. I worked hard at such a young age and I had proven my worth. And I keep on proving them wrong time and time again with my business ethics.

Haters gonna hate. Don't worry about the people who talk behind your back because they are at my back for a reason.

I am used to that. I am an achiever since I was a kid, after all. I was a consistent honor student from elementary to high school. I graduated magna cum laude from the top university in the Philippines. I have several offers to take my master's degree abroad but there are some circumstances that push me back. I had to work hard to pay my father's debt with a very dangerous and cunning man.

It was a thing in the past. My new job is a symbol of my freedom and a new life. I owe a lot of things to my boss. And I will do everything to keep the life that I have.

I put my bag on the desk and opened the desktop computer when I noticed that the door of the president's office was ajar. My chest pounded. It was locked when I left it last night, and it could not be opened by anyone that easily unless…

I sauntered to the door and pushed it lightly. There was a tall man inside, sitting at the desk. My heart skipped a beat.

"Sir, you are here! Did your flight come early? Did you come here directly from the airport? Have you had breakfast?"

"Strip," he commanded in a clipped, no-nonsense tone. He did not care about my blabbering.

I was stunned. "S-Sir?"

"I was only gone for two weeks, yet you already forgot to pick up instructions. You are getting rusty, Miss Yuzon." He arched an eyebrow. "You don't want to wrinkle your dress, do you?"

"Yes, boss."

I felt a freezing sensation in my body as I undid my buttons one by one. Goosebumps formed on my skin as the cold breeze from the airconditioner caressed every exposed part of me, the same time caressed mine. I was not in a hurry, and I noticed that he was tapping his fingers on the table. He was getting impatient with my movement.

He snapped in the air. "I don't have all day, Miss Yuzon."

"We have a meeting in a few hours. I don't want to ruin my dress. You want your assistant to be immaculate and perfect, right?"

He drew a breath and clenched his fist. If it was up to him, he would surely rip my dress apart. But he couldn't have done that. The day had just started. He watched me silently, his eyes blazing. I felt hot all over. He had not touched me yet, but I could already feel his gaze on my skin.

I swallowed when all that was left of me was my shoes. I felt exposed and vulnerable.

"Leave the pumps on. You know how much I love you on heels." I put my hands sown and stood as he waited for his next instruction. "Now come here."

He caught my waist and pulled me close. "H-have you had breakfast?"

"I will eat you for breakfast." Then he devoured her mouth like a starving man. He cupped my ass then slapped it. The sound echoed in the room, and I felt my pussy gush.

He hoisted me up to his desk. He held my knees and parted them. Then he took his place between my legs. The contrast was stark. I am bare except for the stiletto heels. He remained clothed and did not seem to be in a hurry to take his clothes off.

He suckled my neck while kneading my breasts. I moaned out loud. I noted that his room was sound-proof. If somebody would hear me outside, people would surely talk about me. Outside the room, I am Ashiya Yuzon, a woman who commands respect from my colleagues and reputable businessmen. I am all brains. The Ice Queen. No man could touch me. Once they found out that inside this room, I am just a mere fuck toy, they would surely laugh at me and shun me.

I don't feel weak or ashamed. I am strong. I could bring this powerful man on his knees.

"I came here to see you right away," he murmured to my pussy before his tongue swiped on my slit. Shit! He was really good at it. He introduced me to desire. He taught me not to be afraid of my sensuality. He taught me about power and surrender.

I let this man pleasure me. He owed me. For two weeks, he did not allow me to touch myself. Whatever sensation I would get, it had to come from him. As if I was his property.

After feasting on my pussy, his lips nipped my clit, and my world shattered in different colors.

After my first orgasm, he unclasped his belt. He rubbed his cock, but it was already hard and enormous. I swallowed. I felt tense whenever I see it.

He touched my pussy and smiled when he found me soaking wet. "You are ready for me."

"Always." My body knew better what it wants. My body has a mind of its own.

"Good." And without preamble, he thrust inside me. "I miss this. I don't know how I survived two weeks without this. Without you."

That confession put a smile on my lips. "Welcome home, boss," I whispered, and I welcomed his next thrust inside my body.

I am Ashiya Yuzon, and I have rules.

Don't shit where you eat.

Don't fuck the boss.

Well. It depends on the boss. One man made me willingly break all the rules. He is Damon Savas, president, and CEO of Savas Designs and Construction. He is the Boss I Like to Fuck.