Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Anna woke up to the blaring alarm, her mind foggy from the intense night with Fernandez. She sat up, wincing in pain between her legs, and Fernandez entered the room, chuckling, his muscles flexing from his morning exercise.

"Good morning, Anna," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like you're feeling the aftermath of last night. You're so delicate, like a flower that can't handle the heat."

Anna glared at him, cursing him severely. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Blaming my stamina? You're a monster, Fernandez."

Fernandez continued to chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You were enjoying it too, Anna. You were shouting my name, remember? Begging for more?"

Anna's face flushed with anger and embarrassment. She threw a pillow at him, which he caught easily, flexing his muscles. His vest showcased his six-pack abs, and his biceps bulged from his sleeves.

Fernandez smirked. "Take a picture, Anna. It'll last longer. You can't resist me, can you?"

Anna rolled her eyes. "Pervert. You're impossible."

Fernandez's expression turned serious, his eyes cold as he noticed Anna has zone out. "Were you thinking about your ex-lover, Jason? Still pining for him?"

Anna's tone turned cold. "It's none of your business, Fernandez. I've told you before - I won't have anything to do with him again. He's dead to me."

Fernandez's eyes narrowed. "I don't care if you still love him or not. But I'll make sure he doesn't get close to you. You're mine now, Anna. My possession."

The atmosphere tensed, and they both went about their morning routines. Anna wore a white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black heels that accentuated her legs. Her hair was styled in a sleek bun, showcasing her elegant neck. Fernandez wore a black suit, white shirt, and black tie that highlighted his chiseled features. His hair was styled perfectly, showcasing his piercing green eyes.

They headed to the dining room, where breakfast was served. Anna had scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit, while Fernandez had his usual black coffee, strong and bold like him.

As they ate, the silence was palpable, the tension between them crackling like electricity. They left for work in a sleek Maybach S-Class, the luxury car gliding smoothly through the streets, its black exterior gleaming in the morning light.

The day continued as usual, Fernandez maintaining his cold facade and passing his authorities around. Anna didn't relent, doing her usual job of pissing Fernandez off.

In the break room, Mr. Thompson had replaced the americano with his favorite black coffee. Anna's eye narrowed, and she was really pissed off. But an idea came into her mind, and she couldn't resist.

Anna's eyes narrowed as she gazed at the black coffee, her mind racing with mischief. "Ah, perfect," she whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face.

She spit a generous amount of saliva into the coffee, trying not to gag at the thought of Fernandez drinking it. "Take that, you arrogant jerk," she muttered, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Fernandez, oblivious to the sabotage, sat in his office, sipping the coffee with a look of pure bliss. "Mmm, perfect brew," he sighed, his eyes closed in appreciation.

Anna watched from the doorway, her face scrunched up in disgust. "Ugh, how can he drink that?" she thought, her stomach churning.

Fernandez's eyes snapped open, and he gazed at Anna suspiciously. "What are you doing here, Anna?"

Anna quickly retreated, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just, uh, needed to ask you something, Fernandez."

But Fernandez was not fooled. He called Mr. Thompson into his office, his voice firm. "What's going on with Anna, Mr. Thompson? She's been acting strange all day."

Mr. Thompson shifted uncomfortably, knowing he had to reveal Anna's secret. "Well, sir, I think it's about the coffee..."

Fernandez's eyes narrowed. "The coffee? What about it?"

Mr. Thompson took a deep breath. "Madam spit in it, sir."

Fernandez's expression changed from confusion to amusement. "Ah, Anna's got spirit. I like it."

He gulped the rest of the coffee, a smile spreading across his face. "Thanks for telling me, Mr. Thompson. I think I'll enjoy this coffee even more now."

Anna watched from afar, horrified. "How can he be so...so...gross?" she thought, shuddering at the thought of Fernandez drinking her saliva.

Anna's heart raced as she took the letter from her coworker. The creamy envelope felt luxurious in her hands, and the elegant script on the front seemed to dance across the page. "Where did this come from?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

The coworker shrugged, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "A child gave it to me. I don't know who it's from, but it looks important."

Anna's nerves fluttered as she stood up and headed to her office, located inside Fernandez's suite. She breathed a sigh of relief finding him absent, his imposing presence nowhere to be seen.

As she opened the letter, her eyes widened at the sweet, romantic words:

"My dearest Anna, my love for you only grows stronger each day. I long to hold you in my arms and never let you go. Yours always, Jason."

Anna's heart sank, seeing Jason's name. She felt a pang of guilt and anxiety, knowing she shouldn't be receiving letters from her ex.

But before she could process her emotions, a hand reached from behind her and snatched the letter. Anna spun around, her eyes locking onto Fernandez's furious face.

"Who gave you permission to communicate with him?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

Anna trembled, afraid. "N-no, Fernandez, I swear-"

But before she could finish, another employee approached with a flower. "Anna, this is for you."

Fernandez's face turned red with rage. "Who dares to send her flowers?" he thundered, tearing the letter into pieces and throwing the flower on the floor.

Anna cowered, intimidated by his fury. "Fernandez, please-"

But he cut her off, his voice icy. "You're mine, Anna. No one else's. Remember that."