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'well, at least I know how far we can go with this play.' I say to myself, beaming with anticipation.

I part her legs and position her comfortably before entering her pussy. She is tight as always and warm. I feel her juices dripping on the bed as I begin going in and out of her. I hold her waist as she clenches a fist full of the bedsheets. I keep going in and out, thrusting in every direction and makes sure that I go as deep as I can. Before long, I feel her walls clench and tighten around my dick. An indication that she is so close. I increase my speed making sure that we both get an unforgettable ending. Soon after that, we both cum undone and we both collapse onto the bed. I can tell that we both needed that and we continue staying in the same position enjoying each other's warmth. We go at it two more times until we finally fall asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter Twelve

Getting A Chance

Claire’s Point of view

After spending the whole day with Michael, I returned to my place in the evening, making sure to avoid any chance encounter with Kendra. The thought of such an encounter was unsettling. The prospect of explaining myself was one I wanted to avoid, so after that day, I decided not to return to the castle. Instead, I ensured that I only met with Michael on Monday. On Monday morning, I woke up early with a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I was filled with uncertainty about what to do and how the first day at work with Michael would unfold. Fear and various emotions swirled in my head. Working with Michael felt like a risky decision, especially given the complicated nature of our relationship. I worried about the potential repercussions, fearing that it might lead Kendra to think I was only taking the job because of her brother. Such a perception would be a deep disappointment and betrayal, something I was determined to avoid, especially when my life seemed to be slowly getting back on track.

The relief was that I hadn't encountered James yet. His presence would undoubtedly have unsettled me and thrown me off my game on my first day at work. After quickly getting ready, I headed to the office building. Upon arrival, I stood outside and gazed at the grand structure. It was imposing and beautiful, and the thought of working there seemed surreal. Feeling nervous, I stepped inside and found myself unsure of where to go. I approached the security guard, who gave me a quick once-over, undoubtedly with questions in his mind. Nonetheless, he provided me with directions, and I followed them.

Upon reaching the top floor, I sat outside and waited for my turn. The office was bustling with people, and I couldn't help but appreciate the grandeur of the place, even though my nerves still buzzed with anticipation. As I observed the numerous people in the office, I initially believed I had been called in for an interview, although I wasn't entirely certain. It took some time for me to realize that these individuals were headed elsewhere, led by a serious-looking gentleman who appeared to know what he was doing.

After they all left, I decided it was time to inquire about my situation. I approached the receptionist, who regarded me with skepticism. She asked, "Do you have an appointment?"

I replied, "No, but you can just go and tell him that Claire is here."

She paused for a moment and then responded, "Ma'am, it doesn't work like that. You cannot see him without an appointment."

I fell silent, unsure of how to proceed, and repeated my earlier request. However, her response remained the same, reiterating that seeing him without an appointment was not an option.

After a while of staring at each other, I explain myself to her and the job offer that I have been given, but she doesn't believe me once more. At this point, I am feeling frustrated, and I realize that time is also moving. "Michael will think that I am not serious about this job," I mutter under my breath, anxiety gnawing at me.

"Ma'am, can't you just remind him about the new secretary who is supposed to come in?" I say exasperated, hoping to find a way to salvage the situation and make her understand the urgency of the matter.

She looks at me, and I maintain my hard stance, making it known to her that I am serious about whatever I'm telling her. She contemplates for a moment, then tells me to find a seat before heading to the other office that was behind her. A few minutes later, she shows up but tells me nothing. I continue sitting down, not sure what is happening, but after a while, I see Michael walking into the reception area. My heart races as I hope that this encounter will finally prove my sincerity.

"Ms. Claire, thank you for coming in. You can follow me now," he says, and I quickly stand up and follow him into his office. At this point, my erratic heart has calmed down a little, and I start thinking positively of the outcome.

I step into his exquisite office with well-decorated walls and expensive furniture all around. I notice that he is so organized; everything is where it's supposed to be, and the grand windows look down to the magnificent view below. I can feel the fresh air coming into the office, and it's a wonderful feeling to be in a place that exudes success and professionalism.

"I was beginning to think that you wouldn't come in today, Claire." Michael says. And I smile at him.

Then answer. "I cannot pass up such an opportunity. I told myself to get over whatever reasons I had. And here I am. I am ready to start the only thing remaining is the orientation into your company." I say confidently while on the inside I feel like dying of anxiety.

I'm not sure what it is, but the moment I see him in a suit, and in this kind of professional environment, I realize the kind of power Michael really has. I find that he gives out a different kind of aura in the room, and as much as I've been close to him before, I feel somewhat intimidated by him. He looks handsome in his all-black expensive suit, and his demeanor is even more attractive to me.

I force myself to refocus on the reason I'm here—the job opportunity that brought me to this company—and push aside any distractions, like how handsome Michael appears. It's important to stay focused and professional in this moment. Unconsciously, I bite my lower lip in anxiety, and I watch as his eyes move to my lips. I notice that he gurgles loudly, but then he quickly regains his composure and proceeds to show me around and explain the tasks and responsibilities I'm supposed to take on. It's a bit of an awkward moment, but I try to focus on the job instructions and maintain my professionalism.

As much as I can't say that I know Michael well, I do know some parts of him. The moment he gives me that look, my heart skips a beat.

"Ms. Claire, follow me," Michael says, and I oblige. He walks with me through the entire office building, up to the cafeteria. The building is huge, and one can tell that it's truly made with the best materials. The floor is crafted with expensive granite, and it sparkles with its spotlessness. The walls are adorned with photos of all the important people in the company, strategically placed to convey its success and professionalism. Everything is grand and breathtaking, clearly reflecting the kind of revenue streaming into the company.

As we walk, I notice that all eyes are on us, and most are in disbelief. Whispers follow us around, and I can't help but wonder.

"Just so you know, they are talking about you," Michael says.

"Aah, I suppose," I reply, feeling somewhat unsure about the attention.

"I have never given an employee an orientation before. Since you will be my personal assistant, I think it will be wise for me to do this myself," he explains, and I remain quiet for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you, sir," I say loudly, and he shoots me a look, perhaps expecting a more subdued response.

After a while of walking around and jotting down the important information that Michael is giving me, we head back to the office where he shows me to my desk, the new place that has been set for me, and all the tasks I am supposed to tackle on my first day. We start out slowly, and he helps me catch up with the cases he's working on, the deals he's supposed to handle, and the documents that need to be typed up.

I express my gratitude to him before he returns to his office, and I dive into my work. I take it seriously, aiming to make the best first-day impression and show him that I'm more than just the Claire he knows from outside of work. I stay focused on my work, so much so that I don't realize that lunch has passed me by. Quickly, it's evening, and some of the employees are already leaving the company. I finish up on the tasks that Michael had given me earlier and decide it is time to head over to his office to show him my progress and ask if I'm on the right track.

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