WRONG TIME

What is on her laptop?

Stop being so damn impatient. I'm getting there. On her laptop was a document file where she was writing her essay for one of her classes.

You got the answer you wanted since the last chapter. What? Is it a boring answer?

What did expect her to have on her laptop? Porn?

Did you already forget that Isabella is a freaking female protagonist whose essence reeks of innocence and purity?

She had her finger on one of the keys on her laptop but for a minute, she just didn't press it. She stared at her screen but I believe she was staring past it, daydreaming about something.

Ten minutes later, she had written one more sentence since I first started observing her. She kicked her chair and began sliding towards her bed.

She stood up and collapsed onto her mattress, head first.

"What am I doing?" she muttered as she rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "Why... why am I not happy? Why am I not ecstatic by all this freedom I suddenly have?"

The freedom she was suddenly being given must've felt like it was suffocating her.

"I still haven't responded to Greg's text or accepted Liam's invitation to watch him perform on his first stage," she spoke to herself almost as if she was giving context clues to an invisible audience who needed an explanation of what was going on with her.

"I'm free," she said with a smile, raising her arms into the air as if to celebrate. Then her arms dropped back down and the smile disappeared. "I'm... free," she repeated.

She lifted her right arm back into the air, opened it flat, and closed her eyes.

"His heartbeat, the warmth of his chest," she spoke to herself, remembering the sensation she felt during that rainy night when I gave her the offer which she declined.

"Should I have accepted his offer?" she asked herself.

A second later, she shook her head and said, "What am I saying? I'm going crazy."

She sat up and stared at her phone. I usually spammed her phone with text messages to the point that she had to block my number just for me to use a new number to harass her.

I hadn't texted her once since she denied me.

"Unless..."

She picked up her phone then soon after, placed it back down.

"No. No no no," she shook her head. "I'm being stupid."

She got up and began undressing herself out of the pajamas she was wearing.

That was when I deactivated my ability.

"How does the saying go again? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Or something like that," I said as I got up from my chair and stretched my body.

I got dressed, grabbed the keycard, and made my way to the entrance of the hotel where I returned the keycard and left.

Most people's weekends were when they had the most time to relax. It was the opposite for me because these were the days where I worked at the office the most.

Suzie, my assistant, was already waiting outside with a car.

She opened the door and I joined her in the backseat. In the front was our driver who also served as a bodyguard. He was ex-military and could eliminate an entire squad by himself if he needed to.

As the car began moving, Suzie grabbed her long and straight blonde hair and moved it over to the side.

She turned to me and asked, "Boss, would you like some head on the way there?"

I had just gone a few rounds in the bath with Min Jinyoung but that didn't mean I was completely drained yet. It'd take more than that to empty me out.

Plus, as a fully functioning man who's not going through any tough times or isn't in the mood, why would I ever decline some head?

"Yes," I responded.

The driver couldn't see the backseat or hear unless we pressed some buttons so we didn't have to worry about an invasion of privacy.

And even if he could do those two things, the amount I'm paying for his service should ensure that his mouth never opens up unless I allow it to.

Suzie went in between my legs as the car had plenty of legroom to work with. I made sure it did when I bought it in the first place.

I lowered the window and got some of that early morning wind in my face as Suzie went to work. If you remember from a few chapters ago, I mentioned how she was able to keep her job despite making multiple mistakes worthy of punishments.

Do you remember what I said it was?

That's right. That tight throat of her.

It clamped on my shaft nicely and she was also able to get most of it down her throat.

Her tongue, I personally trained it to be as dexterous as it is now whenever she didn't have work I needed her to do.

When did I find the time to do this despite being so busy in the office?

Well, it's called multi-tasking.

Whenever I was sitting at my desk, you could often find her underneath, in between my legs, and going to work with that trained mouth of hers.

I grabbed the back of her head and while staring off at the scenery of the city, I pressed down on it and my glans began entering areas of the throat God never intended it to be in.

She was choking up and was struggling to breathe but didn't dare move without my permission and I kept her there for a solid quarter of a minute before releasing her head and allowing her to resurface from underwater.

I pressed the button that allowed the driver to hear me and asked, "How long till we get there?"

"Ten minutes, sir," he answered.

I pressed the button again to mute us once more.

"If I don't nut before we make it there, be prepared for a punishment," I told her as I leaned in to give her a kiss, biting her bottom lip gently before I fixed my posture and resumed looking out of the window.

The sounds that came out of her mouth, you would've thought that there was an ocean in there.

She used every trick she knew. Both hands, her lips, tongue, throat — everything.

If your girl doesn't know how to suck your dick properly, make sure to tell them that they need to purse their lips. Can't risk teeth. Ouch.

As we were pulling into the private parking lot, Suzie worked even harder and I could've held it for longer but I wanted to award her for the effort so I grabbed her head once more and pressed down on it, letting out a load directly into her stomach.

And yes, I knew the throat doesn't directly connect to the stomach and that there are more organs and shit between the two.

Fuck you if you think I'm being serious. I know anatomy. It's called a hyperbole bitch.

She cleaned up my shaft with my mouth, tucked it back into my drawers, and then zipped up my pants.

Wiping her mouth with a handkerchief she kept in her pocket, she got up from between my legs and sat back down on her seat.

"We're here, boss," she said as she opened her door and got out.

She walked over to my side and opened the door for me.

I got out and the two of us made our way to my office.

I know that you don't want to hear about the business side of my life so to keep it short, I settled a few business deals, scolded a few people, listened to some projects, some new, some in the works, and overall, just kept myself busy all day.

It was almost midnight when I was done with work.

I had already excused Suzie a few hours ago so I was in the office alone. Or at least that's what I thought.

I keep a third monitor on my left which I use to monitor the many floors and workspaces of the company. Don't tell anyone this because it's illegal but no one knows about these cameras.

On one of the floors, I could see shadows moving.

I watched a little longer and after a while, I concluded with solid evidence that two of my employees were having sex.

I paused the footage when the camera picked up a clear view of their faces.

Using the employee database, I ran their faces and was able to get their names and information. I sent over a file to Suzie, making sure to tell them that these two were to be fired by tomorrow.

"Sexual activities are not allowed in my building," I sighed.

It's inappropriate in a workplace, disrespectful to others who will be using the space you had sex in, and it can take away from work hours.

But Alex, you also do it.

Bitch, I'm the CEO. And I'm the greatest multi-tasker you'll ever meet.

P.S. If you think I was going to use the footage as blackmail to force the girl into having sex with me behind her boyfriend's back, that sounds hot but I'll always stand by my principle to not force anyone.

I can persuade them with my words, gaslight them, and trick them.

But outright forcing them with blackmail or — you know, the R-word, that I will never do and do not condone.

I'm a villain. Not a criminal.

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Okay, I'm not that kind of criminal. My crimes aren't that bad.

Instead of returning home, I went to a separate room on the same floor of my office where I had an entire bedroom set up with a large King-sized bed, a couch, a mini-kitchen, and a fridge.

Taking a shower in the bathroom attached to the bedroom, I jumped onto the bed with nothing on but my underwear.

"Should I go check on what Isabella is up to?" I wondered.

It was late at night so around this time, she was either studying or texting with her friends.

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"Oh," I muttered as I disabled my ability and closed my eyes, this time with the intention to sleep rather than to observe Isabella.

If you're wondering what I just witnessed, I had intruded at the wrong time and caught her in the middle of her masturbation session.

I left quickly but not before I noticed what she was getting off to.

It was a picture of me dripping wet with a naked torso. We took the picture as a group when I invited myself to her friend group's trip to the beach.

I had plenty of girls trying to get my number, hitting on me because of my perfect abs and the bulge you could see in my swimming trunks, but I ignored them all because I was there for one person only, Isabella.

I felt my buddy in between my pants pulsating but after ignoring it, I eventually fell to sleep.