The Girl We Desire
Adeline was a journalist. She was a career-driven woman who would do anything for her passion. she was independent, smart and a strong female lead who was willing to take risks.
What would she do, when a Greek god, especially the son of Eros entered her bathroom from a different realm while she was taking a shower. He was the son of Cupid, after all, could she resist his charms?
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Suddenly some heavyweight pushed me down and landed on top of me. Before my head hit the bathroom floor, he engulfed his hand behind my head.
My eyes were wide as a soccer. It was a grown man in his late twenties. He had a rare shade of emerald green eyes and shiny blond hair. His face was sculpted to perfection.
He had the chiseled jaw, pointed nose, and body of a Greek god. He was shirtless and his hard sculpted chest and abs were pressed against my soft feminine body.
He gave me a cocky smirk and realization hit me hard like a brick, I was stark naked and a burglar was on top of me.
“Aaarghhhh!” I yelled at the top of my lungs and he muffled my screams with his hands.
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It was not only the Greek God, what if the devil himself was interested in her. What if she had no choice but to pretend to be a guy, let alone work as his personal secretary?
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As I neared him, I stumbled upon the carpet and I landed on his lap with my stomach on his thighs with a yelp.
Unintentionally, my left palm made direct contact with his crotch. He jerked at my sudden intrusion, wrapping his arms around my waist.
Both of us were too shocked to move, suddenly I could feel him grow harder under my palm, my eyes widened. I couldn’t see his reaction, I stood up from his lap as if, my ass caught on fire.
He was frozen to his spot as if; he couldn’t believe what happened now. My face flushed with embarrassment. He didn’t even take a glance at my face.
“I’m sorry, sir, It…”
“Let’s get back to the office.” I was cut off by his voice. For some reason, my eyes strayed to his crotch and I could see his bulge very much visible.
“Mr. Sandros!” he yelled my name.
Nightingale2909 · Fantaisie
