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the chapter contains sexual content

Violet POV

He inched closer to me, dropping his heavy arm around my shoulders and then massaging the back of my neck between his strong fingers.

I brought my own hands up to his hair and pulled him to me as if there were a way to be any closer. I got lost in tasting him and breathing him in, forgetting who he was, or why this was wrong, allowing myself this euphoria. I'd worry about being able to live without it tomorrow.

His hands cupped my face, his body rigid against mine and I could feel what I was doing to him. I loved what I was doing to him. Losing all sense of control, I reached down to caress the growing bulge inside his designer pants.

''Violet, you're turning me on,'' He said relentlessly.

''You're turning me on too,'' I said back.

He unzipped my dress and shoved me down on his bed. Jason quickly took off his pants, along with his boxers and exposed his dick to me.

''Come here,'' he demanded.

I crawled over to him and went down on my knees, gripping his dick tightly. He twists my hair slowly and begins to shiver as I placed my tongue on his dick.

''Fuck,'' he groaned.

I continued. Stroking, licking, stroking harder, doing all the techniques I could do to pleasure Jason.

''Fuck Violet,'' He groaned again. ''Oh shit, shit it feels so fucking good.''

''Yeah?'' I encouraged him.

''Yes, baby. Oh, you're about to make me cum.''

I went faster and harder.

''Ohh, fuck, fuck, Violet, Violet, oh baby,'' he said, trembling his legs. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up from the ground.

''Damn girl, you know how to suck,'' he grinned sexually.

I blushed.

''Now it's my turn.''

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[ the next morning ]

I woke up to the sunlight blinding through the window, causing my eyes to flutter quickly. Turning sideways, I saw a dented pillows and sheets crumbled from the side with a notecard beside the lamp.

Good morning beautiful, meet me by the kitchen I'm cooking breakfast

Jason can cook?

This should be interesting!

''How considerate,'' I whispered to my self.

I got up from the bed and grabbed one of his basic tees from the walk-in closet then walked my way downstairs.

Jason was in the kitchen, cooking up a breakfast meal for both of us.

The kitchen smelled so delicious. My stomach growled with hunger from smelling bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

He was blasting music, cutting up strawberries, bananas, and pineapples inside a bowl.

I cleared my throat. ''Good morning.''

He looked up at me and smiled. ''Good morning. I made some breakfast.''

''Yeah, I can tell. Didn't know you were a cook.''

''Yes, I am. Runs in the family.''

He slides me over a plate filled with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and a small bowl filled in with fruits. Jason turns off the oven and the fan and his Bluetooth. He went over to the other side and sat right next to me, eating his breakfast.

''Slept well?'' He questioned with a smirk.

''I slept amazing,'' I blushed.

And baby, I fucking slept like an angel.

We fucked in every position I could think of and it was uh-mazing.

And yes. Yes, we definitely used protection.

''I'm glad you did.''

We both took a sip of our apple juice together and continued to blush. I've never seen him this cheerful since his business deal with Henry Kuznetsov, the owner of Lamborghini here in Los Angeles on his birthday.

Which was nearly a year ago.

Jason took me back to my apartment to get ready for work. I already took a nice shower at his place; which was the most soothing thing that I've faced in my life.

The warm water running down on my skin, like a light rain hitting onto the surface. I was fresh and clean, placing on light-makeup and went out with a red and white suit for work.

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The meeting about the gala was nonstop throughout the day
The meeting about the gala was nonstop throughout the day. Members were pitching in their duties to set up the date, the decorations, the guests, and so on.

Rodger, the first chair treasurer of the company, was presenting us with a PowerPoint of the interior decor of the gala and what to expect from the venue.

''--- And over here, we can set up the tables facing towards that direction,'' he continued.

I was too busy in my own world, reminiscing the rough sex of me and Jason.

''Harder Jason.''

''Yeah?''

''Yes. My goodness, you're so good.''

''You're so tight baby, fuck.''

''Oh yes, baby.''

A loud thump sound snapped out of my sexual fantasy and I was back to reality in the meeting.

''Sorry about that,'' Jason said, collecting a book off of the floor. He gave Rodger a pat on the back as he went over to his seat and Jason took over in the front of the screen.

He ran down a few more points, closing out the meeting and dismissed everyone.

''Have a nice day,'' he said.

Everyone got up from their seats and left the room as he halts me away from the door.

''Yes?'' I questioned.

''You're a daydreamer aren't you?'' He smirked.

I laughed. ''I don't... I mean..''

''Sex was that good you couldn't stop thinking about it, I know.''

I bit my lip. ''Gosh, why are you like this?''

''I told you already, don't make me repeat myself,'' he whispered to my lips.

''We can't have sex here.''

''I know,'' he smirked.

''So nasty.''

''You like it don't you?''

''I--''

Before I finished my sentence, Nora burst through the door which caused us to jump in a panic mode. She came in, a bit confused, but still went on to speak to Jason.

''Sir, we have UPS here they need you to sign over,'' She said.

''Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes.''

''Okay,'' she smiled and went back to the elevator. Jason turned around to me and sighed with a small smile.

''I'll be in my office,'' I said, walking slowly away from him.

''Will I be seeing you soon?'' He asked with a smirk on his face.

I turned around and smirked back. ''Yes, you will.''