★- I'm back?

It's day's later,and Kamazia couldn't feel less flabbergasted at what had happened between her and her bosses bosses boss but a couple days ago, a heated flush of arousal going through her at even the thought of it.

It's been three days since her supposed presentation, and she was yet to make due on her threat of going to the HR department to hand in her letter of complaint.

It was never threat verbally made, just a fleeting stupid thought in her head, ofcourse.

A letter of complaint against the harassment of her higher up, the executive Director and well, biggest shareholder, Kim Taehyung.

Could one even call it that if she was the one to initiate it? If it had her panties close to soaked, her hole clenching a good amount, and clit swollen with arousal for the rest of the day after?

She was as much a guilty participater, and couldn't push down the guilt of having it being known that she was the one that initiated the contact. The fact that she had enjoyed when he had caged her and she had felt like there was nowhere to escape. The nervousness crippling in her chest, the slight twirl of fear that went admist her abdomen at the discovery that the man towering above her could have her at his will and command and she would barely be able to get out of the situation unscathed.

Fact of the matter still stands, that she definitely fucking liked it.

That she definitely wanted it to happen again, that she wanted the traverse of event to dwell even further this time around, the filth that filled her mind at each lost thought to her encounter with Mr Kim.

It could barely even be considered harrassment at this point.

She could clearly remember just how he had acted right after they'd broken away from each other.

His cheeks a bright red, hair spiking and standing in multiple directions, a wild  crazed haze of uncontained lust in his eyes, lips a pungent red and swollen to an extent that made them look fuller than usual.

Even his normally always appeasing attire had been disfigured which made him look rather ruffled.

But his words were immediately what had her, very much  interested in his usual occupance of events.

"I-Miss Trustiath,you must know that I hadn't meant too-my-I don't-I can't apologize enough...please-I,...if you need I can assign you with one of the best lawyers if you want to take this to court-I-I wouldn't even be tempted to stop you-that was wrong of me,and I will greatly take responsibility for my actions,please you must know-

You must know that this is not how my usual course of events go with others-I-this was a mistake,please...-"

Did he always act like this when with one of her gender?

Nervously stuttering with cheeks a sizzling pink, making him look like a cherry about to pop?

She was on the verge of a giggle over his rambling, until he had admitted it to be a mistake on his behalf, and the mortification sunk in of what she had actually just done, having her eyes filling to the brim at the mere embarassment of still being in his presence when she had probably just portrayed herself as a cheap whore when falling into his embrace so fucking easily.

Compelling herself to not burst into tears in front of someone of such of importance, and sparing herself the loss of dignity in front of the star of most of her fantasies, the masked dom that she enjoyed so much pleasure from as well, at that, she forced herself to calm and handle the situation as best she could.

"We were both willing participants, I'd rather that none of what had happened here would leave with us once we left the room, and seeing as we both consider it a mistake I don't see why it needs to change anything asserting our relationship, Mr Kim.

Now,if you'll excuse me, I still have a job to attend to,assuming that I am out of the crossfire of being denominated to janitorial help?"

Folding her arms around her as if cold, she made sure to keep his gaze until he answered her, knowing what he said next would depend on what type of mental breakdown she'd be having once enclosed in a soundproof cube in the woman's quarters.

"Of course, ofcourse, and yes, you have served to suprise me quite enough times today.Immaculately so, enough to at least prove me that you definitely deserve holding the title you have as one of Kim Delicacies designers."

"Thank you."
A soft mumble of the words is all she is able to mumble,before she stormed out of the conference room and hurried her ass to the nearest restroom assigned to women.

She'll never admit to the disgrace she felt when she cried of relief and mortification in that bathroom stall, fist to her mouth.

It was never to be spoken of, it didn't even matter that she was probably the only one who knew.

"Zia,a little help over here please!"
Someone shouted just as a dark mess of powder exploded to the roof, and she was left to sight through her nose.

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Later that evening, as she's heading home finally, after what had to have been a trauma induced afternoon of having to clean dark burnt cocoa from multiple surfaces and smelling of the burnt stench it left.

Leonardo was definitely at fucking fault.

Exhaustion stung her limbs, having been brought to a limit both emotionally and physically when she had to endure the brunt of the scolding by their supervisors who has been at the company decades longer than they have.

Still, was it needed that they scold her as if she wasn't that much of a grown adult with a fully functional brain as well?

She might as well accept it, even if she had nothing to do with anything that lead to the cause of burnt cocoa powder exploding almost everywhere, she very much as well couldn't hold Dav and Katherine accountable when they hadn't known what that much sugar added to the broth would do.

This is why she preferred to work alone when it came to mixing the much more explosive fucking foods.

Finally, after what had felt like forever, her Uber drops her off at front of her apartment complex, and it's with an aching intensity that she hungers after the warmth of her bed.

Fuck, she needed three days worth of sleep.

Unlocking her door she immediately leans down to untie the shoelaces of her sneakers, shimmying off her low flared jeans as well until she was only in her blouse and lace panties.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, she briefly stops to put her purse on the table and to put her phone on charge,  immediately heading towards her open planned kitchen that was occured in the same room as her lounge.

A shriek leaves her at the sight of Fabio asleep on her couch, the shock having her stumble and scramble back to fall on her ass.

It wakes him, and the slight smirk he gives in her direction at the sight of her state of undress, settles a deep discomfort in her.

What the fuck was he doing here?
And how the hell did he get in her apartment?

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O-kay, Fabio's back in her life and so am I back in yoursss, whoever's reading this, that is.

Sorry for the hold up guys, I won't spill much detail and no my parents didn't die in a car crash and left me orphaned, like some authors on here (pun intended), but I will get to regularly updating, seeing as my schedule is letting loose a little.

Anyways tho, let me leave you to continue reading<3