Chapter 5
Nathan had woken up in the morning with a slight headache, He took a quick shower and hurriedly dressed up, He slipped a note under Rachel's door. He got to work at 8:30am and yawned once he reached his seat, flexing his muscles into locomotion. He sat and stared deeply at the name tag on his desk.
“CEO Nathan Rossi." he muttered to himself, voicing each word slowly as if English wasn't his spoken language. He chuckled bitterly and picked up the name tag, he then placed it inside his drawer.
Nathan was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Stella, his secretary placing a cup of tea and biscuits on the desk. A loud knock on his table snapped him away from his train of thoughts. He looked up and met her gaze, then his eyes travelled all the way to her low cut blouse which allowed her large cleavage to be displayed. He glanced at her and noticed the dangerous and sexy glint in her eyes. She was leaning against his desk, her black fitted skirt dropped at mid thigh length barely covering her ass.
“Good morning, What are you doing?" Nathan questioned, tearing his gaze away from her cleavage.
“I just came to drop your tea and I am wondering whether you want something sweet to go with it." Stella replied, placing her index finger into her mouth and bringing it out with a pop sound.
Nathan knew she was horny. She was always horny.
Goddamn, her shirt was so fucking transparent, he could almost see her nipples. At least he liked her boobs, they were a work of art literally, she paid a huge sum of money for them.
She wanted him.
He had a strong feeling that she even did it with his other employees. He raked his eyes all over her body and could only find one word to describe her in his mind.
He folded his left leg against his right knee and chuckled softly.
“Don’t you like what you see?" Stella asked, pushing her chest out in a seductive manner. She sat on his lap and moaned at the warm contact between them, she then placed her painted red fingers at each side of his neck and moved her lips closer to his ear, she licked it and let out a shaky gasp of pleasure.
Nathan smiled, his hands dangling at each side of the chair.
Stella guided his hands to my breasts. He reflexively grabbed them roughly, kneading them. He put his hands into her shirt and flicked her nipples. Her nipples were already as hard as elevator buttons.
Fuck! What was he doing? He was now married. This was insane.
He pulled her nipples and flicked and pulled again rhythmically, her head was pulled back in ecstasy.
He wasn’t even hard, her moans were loud and exaggerated and it annoyed him.
He pulled his hands away from her breasts.
The feel of her buttocks against his crotch did nothing to him, he basically wanted to throw her off his lap.
“Stella, do you love your job?"
Stella laughed hard and in a voice that was supposed to be sexy, “Yes, I love my job. I love this job. Why are you asking me that?" she asked as she tried to touch his nose.
Nathan drifted her away from his nose and replied sternly,
" I doubt that."
“I love my job, you know that yourself. We have been working together for a year now. I am really hurt that you don't believe that." Stella argued, pouting her pink lips.
Nathan then raised his left hand and began shaking it in her face.
“What are you doing?" she asked with a confused look.
Another reason why he couldn't stand her, she was as dumb as a bat.
“ Can't you see the ring or are you feigning sheer ignorance?" Nathan suddenly stated as he watched her confused expression.
“Ring? Are you married? When did—" she began but was interrupted by a flick of his hand.
“I got married yesterday, idiot. Now get off my lap." Nathan gritted his teeth.
Stella got up and glanced at Nathan with a dazed expression on her face as she tried to process what he had said.
“But we had something, we made love. You like me–" Stella started but again was interrupted.
“Don't let your imagination run too wild, we never made love. We only had sex. There was absolutely nothing between us. I am married now, so get that into your dumb head." Nathan explained, placing his hands on the desk.
“Is she prettier than me? Is she bustier than me? Does she moan to your satisfaction the way I do? Can she suck better me? I’m pretty sure her pussy isn’t as tight as mine." Stella began to yell at him.
“ Just shut it. Don't you dare talk about my wife that way. I suggest you start treating me with respect if you love your job so much. God, your boobs are literally fighting to spill out of your shirt. Dress like a secretary not a fucking slut when you come to work. Don't provoke me because you have every idea what I am capable of." Nathan concluded with a death look.
“Why didn't you tell me you were married? Were you hoping that I won't get hurt?" Stella replied as she began to well up in tears.
Nathan tried to hold back a laugh, did she really think that he had feelings for her? He knew she was trying hard to gain his pity but he wasn't moved by her fake tears.
“Get the hell out of here, Stella!"
"But—"
“You are only making things more complicated. Do the right thing. I am sure you want to leave here with your job intact." Nathan barked at her.
He watched his silly secretary walk out with embarrassment written all over her plastic face. It was so clear and obvious that she used most of her income on plastic surgery, trying to make herself perfect. He really wished those surgeons could change her on the inside as well.
A loud vibration cried out from his suit pocket and with a frustrated groan, he drew the device out and placed it on his ear.
“Hello son!"
Nathan gulped, he wondered why his father was calling. He scratched his hair and pondered deeply. He hoped it wasn't Anna. He really hoped it wasn't. He almost forgot he had his phone pressed to his ear.
“Hello Dad, what's up?" he replied, trying to keep himself calm.
“I just wanted to check up on you ,I am so proud of you." Antonio stated.
Nathan heard a sniff, “Are you crying?"
“I just can't believe it, you finally settled down and decided to start a family." Antonio responded with a chuckle.
“I never said anything about starting a family, I only got married because—"Nathan countered but stopped mid sentence on realizing he was about to say too much.
“You got married because?" Antonio questioned.
Nathan exhaled, then swallowed a mold of saliva and with a stutter, he replied,"I got married because I love Rachel. I love her very much."
“Okay. Speaking about Rachel, where is she? Can you pass her the phone? I just want to say hi." Antonio spoke.
“Rachel's not here." Nathan answered.
“What do you mean she's not there? I am not going to interrogate her. I just want to speak to her. Stop being childish." Antonio persuaded.
“She's not here because I am at work, Dad." Nathan replied, flipping a pen on the table.
“What are you doing at work? You are supposed to be at home with your wife. How could you leave her alone ?" Antonio suddenly yelled.
Because of his father's loud tone, Nathan drew the phone slightly away from his ear. His father almost destroyed his precious eardrums all because of Rachel.
“I am at work because I need to work. You are always watching me and I can't afford to mess it up." Nathan answered with a shrug.
“But you can afford to abandon your wife whom you just wedded yesterday? Are you listening to yourself, son? You better go back home and apologize to Rachel." Antonio demanded, his voice booming dominance.
Nathan let out a bitter chuckle, if only his father knew that Rachel only had the title of a wife and nothing more.
“I have to work. Rachel can understand that." Nathan insisted.
“If I was a woman, I don't think I would be able to understand that." Antonio retorted.
“Well it's a good thing you aren't a woman." Nathan mumbled.
“Stay at home with your wife for two months. Go on a honeymoon and forget about work."
“And what if I refuse?" Nathan inquired, rubbing his neck.
“Then I'll have no choice but to consider giving Anna your inheritance." Antonio replied.
Why did he have to mention Anna?
“Why are you always giving me conditions if I—" Nathan started but paused when he realized that his father had hung up the phone on him.
Nathan threw his phone on his desk and buried his head in his hands. His father always had his way around him eventually. He never wanted to get married but he did it for the inheritance. Now his father was forcing him to go back home on a Monday morning but he had to do it for the inheritance anyways.
He rose up on his feet and buttoned his suit, he then strode towards the door and flung it wide open. He refused to acknowledge any greetings directed at him and he simply ignored and walked on.
He was largely unfocused so he bumped into Stella who was carrying large brown envelopes in her hands and unfortunately the envelopes got scattered on the tilted floor.
“Natha— I mean sir, you bumped into—"she started rambling.
“Just shut up!" Nathan yelled out in anger.
Nathan wasn't worried about the perplexed look on Stella's face or the hushed words he could hardly pick up from his employees. He simply walked on. He was tired of his father and his overbearing demands but he was bound to do it anyways. He rubbed his forehead on his way to the parking lot. He took quick strides towards his car and unlocked it. He then sat and kicked the car into life. He was so angry that he punished the steering wheel with a hard grip. His mind was completely clouded with his dominating father and his inheritance.