I grunted out loud, as soon as my phone rang in my pocket noisy and irritating,  last night was already hard and the hangover is not fucking gone yet, my head is hurting like hell, as if someone is hammering it, i don't know what that slut mixed in my drink.

I knew she was mixing something in it, i saw it when she sat on my lap, in the bar, when i was sitting with my friends, i saw her doing that mixing that in drink desperate to get fucked by me, but all she didn't knew was that i was playing along.

I drank it all in one go as she grind her hips against my cock, trying to seduce me, she was a bimbo but actually knew how to seduce a guy.

She thought it would be fun playing with me, the demon?

Lol! It wasn't!

I closed my eyes, recalling her screams as i fucked her ass, lushing her face in the pillow not wanting to see her face, coz she tried to fucking kiss me!!!

That's where she made the mistake!!

Amd paid for it!!!

I slept 3 hours ago, after fucking that slut to life, when my mother called me, I was so annoyed by it,  i don't like it!

When someone calls me especially my family that too at this hour it was just 7 in the morning!

I answered her call, trying to side away my irritation and anger, no matter what, she is my fucking mother,  and i can't say the words to her!!!!

It was a request by her, to appoint her best friend's daughter as my new personal assistant!!!

What the fuck!!!

Last I remember, dad already interviewed an assistant for me!! Anx today was her joining.

But bad luck for whoever she was.

Dad is the type of guy who will listen to her "love" first.

When his son hates the word love and finds it ridiculous, i am not that much of a workaholic person but here j have to be, being the only son of Goenka's and the next ceo of the company, i had to prove him that the brat she send London to study is now changed.

When in reality the brat has become a womaniser too now. I had to hide it from my parents. So here I am, at 10, in my office.

Heading on the top floor.

My phone rang once again, making me sigh in annoyance. I wish I could just throw this electronic box across the elevator,  smashing it on the wall.

"Ma yaar am on my way"i answered the call annoyed, she is eating my head since morning, asking me again and again that has Riya reached the office,  how is she working and shit.

Urghhhh

I wish I could just name a chicken Riya, and roast it for my breakfast.

The elevator door opened as soon as I finished saying it. I was about to step out but the words ma spoke on call, made my step stop in air, i groaned once again.

"Fine!"i muttered, pressing the ground floor button and hanging up the call, when i noticed the red shirt standing beside me,

She had a curvy figure, the perfect one that every guy wants, her hair long and shiny, her face not visible because she was backfacing.

I shook my head seeing her outfit,  a loud red shirt, with a pencil skirt, and heels.

"Do you really wear these shit at your work "she stiffened as the words escaped my mouth, like seriously so loud, it's just increasing the headache I am having, and for a moment I wonder, am I suffering from migraine.

"That's none of your business"her cracked voice came out loud and stern, but all i noticed was the crack in it.

Was she crying? 

"Are you crying?" I asked. Nothing came from her side.

I waited! Nothing!

Waited! Nothing!

Keep waiting! Nothing. 

Am fucking curious to see her crying face, is it cute or ugly, hot like her figure, i felt mh cock throb as an urge to fuck her thick ass came in mh mind, but controlling it i kept my hand on her shoulder,  turning her around.

And the next moment, I was standing there all wet, the cold liquid dripping down my face, my hair!!!

It was fucking sticky!!!

I looked at her, glaring breathing heavily due 5k the anger

How fucking dare she.

"You aren't allowed to fucking touch me!!!" She shouted loudly and cried, throwing away the disposable cold coffee glass on the ground, from which she threw the coffee all over me

I frowned. I don't know the fuck is wrong with her, just making her turn towards me, made her cry?

"You '' I gritted but she turned, as the elevator door opened aythe ground floor,  I walked behind her, my jaw clenched, in anger. The employees watched it!

Me!

Drenched in coffee!

Fucking dare she!!!

She signed the register and rushed outwards.

And all i was left with this mess, she created and -

Her name. I looked at the register with her name!

Naira Sharma