“Come into my office. Now.” Antwan’s text says.

I look around the office, checking for my colleagues. Most of them have already left home at this hour and only a few are still working.

I knock twice and slip into his office when everyone is busy working. Then I close the door softly behind me.

Antwan turns his swivel chair and smiles at me. That arresting smile just makes my heart race. Darn it!

He pushes a couple of small boxes that are on his huge mahogany desk. I look at him questioningly.

“Open them,” he urges.

Curious, I step closer to his desk and reach for the black box. I open it and found a key. “What’s this for?” I inquire, brows knitted together.

He grins at me sexily. “A key to my penthouse. You can come to me whenever you wish.”

I smile at that and put the key into my pocket. Then I open the other box, which was white.

“And what’s this?” I query although it very much resembles to a car key.

“A car key as you can see,” he answers, gesturing to the little thing.

“I don’t need a car, Antwan.” I shake my head, refusing to take it and putting the key back into the white box.

“You don’t have a license?” An eyebrow of his shoots up.

I scoff at this. “I do have but I don’t need a car. I can’t afford to—”

“You need one so you can meet me anywhere outside this office building,” he tries to persuade me, sauntering toward me. “And I can fucking afford it without you spending a cent.”

“I was about to say that I can’t afford to accept any gifts from you,” I say drily, rolling my eyes.

He looks at me sternly, not liking the idea of my refusal. “Turn around,” he commands.

Although reluctant, I slowly turn around. To my surprise, he reaches for the front zipper of my slacks from behind me and almost rips my underwear when he pushes it down my thigh. I heave as he bends me toward his desk, and he unzips his own slacks and pulls his massive erection free from his boxers. He enters my femininity unceremoniously, in a punishing way.

“You. Won’t. Ever. Fucking. Refuse. My. Gifts!” he says each work in every thrust he does.

I whimper every time. Holy saints!

Then he changes his hard rhythm into an easy one. “I was thinking of fucking you in your brand new car, baby.” His voice was now softer than earlier.

Oh, fuck! That’s it? That was his reason for giving me an expensive car?

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?” I bite my lower lip and give out a slow moan. I turn my head to look at his serious face.

He gives me an impish smile. Holding my hips firmly, he increases the pace of his thrusts until both of us explode at the same time. He kisses me passionately in the aftermath, making my heart swell and the resident insects fluttering in my abdomen.

***

“My cousin is sick, Antwan. I have to take care of him.” I call Antwan that I’d take a leave for a couple of days. It’s an emergency. Nobody can take care of my cousin as our families are living far away.

“Are you at a hospital? I’ll come over,” he says.

“No. I’m in his apartment. He doesn’t want me to bring him there.” I sigh, worried for my relative.

I hear Antwan curse. “I’ll be right there!” he tells me firmly.

“You don’t have to,” I argue. Why would he even come here?

He hangs up, and I can just imagine his sour expression right now. I then peer at my pity cousin who’s got fever since last night. I change the cold and wet face towel that I place on his forehead to help lower his temperature.

I sit down on the edge of his bed. He’s still asleep. I just hope his fever will go down soon or I just might call an ambulance.

I fuss in the kitchen to make him some chicken porridge so he could eat something when he wakes up. After cooking, I put some into a bowl and bring it over to his bedroom.

“Hey,” I softly say and smile at him when I noticed him open his eyes. I carefully place the bowl on his bedside table.

He gets up to sit down and lean against the headboard. He holds my hands in his, pressing and caressing them.

“It’s good to see you here. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to say that. Of course, someone should take care of you.

He smiles. “You know? I love you, Prosalie,” Jerry tells me.

I nod slowly. “Of course you do.” I scrunch up my nose.

He sighs helplessly, looking at me with desperation in his dark brown eyes. “You don’t understand. I try to fight it but I can’t.”

I knit my eyebrows in confusion. His eyes intensely gaze into mine. “I was so excited that I could finally find a job where I can stay close to you. All these years, you know, I’ve been loving you like a crazy person. I don’t know how to tell you this, Prosalie, but—”

I quickly take back my hands from his hold. “Jerry, that’s crazy!” I tell him as I shake my head.

His eyes beseech mine. I get up but he holds my hand fast. “Prosalie, if you can just listen to what I’m about to say—”

“Get your hands off her.” Antwan’s voice though low, it sounds rigid.