Nia Mitchell blinked and stared dazedly at the CEO who had encircled her waist.
Maxwell Peary’s facial features softened, rare for him, and he shook his head helplessly upon seeing her like this.
With a forceful move, he picked her up and headed straight for the waiting room.
"Put down!"
Nia quickly understood what he had in mind and began to struggle imdiately.
"No."
Maxwell spoke confidently, kicking open the waiting room door and then nudging it closed with his foot.
"Ah, let go."
"Bang!"
Rabina Mitchell finally got her wish and was indeed put down.
However, being placed on this large bed didn’t give her any sense of security, did it?
Could she ask the CEO to keep holding her instead?
After Maxwell put her down, he pressed over her directly.
"Ah!"
Nia exclaid, imdiately extending her two small hands to create so distance between them.
"What are you doing?"
Nia’s face turned red; there was no need to ask in this situation.
Even guessing, she knew what the CEO wanted.
Maxwell’s eyes were filled with intense desire, his lips curved slightly as he leaned close to her ear.
"I want you."
Just four simple words, yet they carried intense emotion, the hoarse voice continuously echoing.
His hot breath fell on her ear, causing Nia to reflexively shrug her shoulder, her ears instantly turning pink, her cheeks heating up.
Ahhhh, so embarrassing.
This man, why can’t he speak properly instead of leaning in so close?
"I..."
Nia wanted to ask, can I refuse?
But evidently, it’s impossible.
That was a statent, not a question, right?
He wasn’t seeking her opinion; he was telling her what he planned to do next.
"Hmm?"
Maxwell slightly raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his arms, staring straight at the little rabbit underneath.
"Little vixen."
The seductive look she had simply made it impossible to suppress his desire.
So, the CEO thought to himself, his own wife, sleeping with her is completely legitimate, why hold back?
......
Nia ca out from the CEO’s waiting room again, already in the evening.
The Secretary Departnt was already empty, clearly showing that work hours had long since passed.
"It’s all your fault!"
Nia said with playful annoyance, packing up her things in the Secretary Departnt while looking at soone waiting by the side.
"Yes, my fault."
Maxwell admitted straightforwardly, a real man... owning his actions.
Ahem!
"Annoying!"
Nia bit her lip; he always had this attitude, leaving her unable to truly get angry.
There was a bit of frustration inside, but...
There was no reason to vent it out; look at that man’s deanor, he was just not the kind to admit wrongdoing.
Yet, he just did admit it.
He had already admitted it, what more could she say?
She could only swallow her words.
"Yes, I dislike it."
Predictably, the CEO’s voice ca through again.
Nia secretly complained a few words, deliberately slowing down her movents, making him wait longer.
An entire afternoon without leaving the CEO’s office, even a blind person would know what they were up to inside.
Gosh!
Face and dignity are completely gone.
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