The door closed firmly behind us, and the eting was officially over. I let out a loud sigh that I had been suppressing. I hadn’t realized up until the mont that we got out of eth room, just how nervous and scared I had really been.
"Was it that bad?" Hayden asked, with a soft laugh as he patted my head.
"I guess…it was…" I whispered.
"You haven’t seen the worst of it…" Hayden said before flashing
an encouraging smile.
I had thought that the one who needed encouragent would be him and not
but I appreciated his gesture nonetheless.
"And I hope that I won’t need to…" I replied.
"I hate this job…" Hayden said softly as if he was talking to himself.
However, I heard him all the sa and I guessed that I started to understand just a little bit more about Hayden. From what I could tell from being in the room, the senior mbers of the gang were clearly divided into two groups. One group wanted to follow and support Hayden and his leadership. While the other, wanted to follow the ways of Hayden’s elder brother.
Although, his brother had died, the n were not satisfied with following Hayden and the ideas that he had.
I didn’t know anything about Hayden’s elder brother, but I could sort of figure out that he had a different way of managing the gang and probably relied more on violence. On the other hand, Hayden’s approach seed more compromising and peaceful.
As I held his hand while we walked back to his office, I wondered if Hayden took
to that eting precisely to show
that. I thought my life was complicated but now I was beginning to see that life wasn’t any simpler for the man walking next to .
…
When we arrived back at his office, I felt pretty bad for Hayden. I couldn’t understand how anyone could tolerate being in a situation like this. The face he made when he said that he hated this job gave
the chills. Of course, I didn’t now everything that he had been through, but the current situation seed bleak, and I was sure that Hayden felt constantly stressed about it.
Without knowing when it started, I started to worry for Hayden, and I was thinking of how I could make him feel better. Although, I wasn’t sure how much help I would be. The boss ntioned that Hayden didn’t want to take over the gang and today, I could see why. I an, who would want to take over if it ant that a fight might breakout between the gang mbers and split the gang?
Before I knew what I was doing, my brows were knitted together as my brain raced to think of sothing to make Hayden feel better.
"Why do you look so stressed out? What are you thinking?" Hayden asked.
"Umm…I…I was just thinking that you seed a little down…so…" I said hesitantly as I tried to piece my words together.
My brows were still knitted together when I sat down on the sofa.
"Were you thinking of how to make
feel better?" Hayden said, jumping in brightly.
I glanced at him from where he was sitting behind his table and nodded slightly in response. Hayden’s face brightened up even further as if he just had a brilliant idea.
"Co over here for a second," Hayden said as he waved
over with his hand.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted but I decided to get up from the sofa and walked over to his table. Surprisingly, Hayden also got up from his seat and walked around his table to et
on the other side of it.
"What is it?" I asked, curiously.
"Give
your hands," Hayden said as he smiled at
with a very gentle look in his eyes.
I had no idea what he had in mind. Slowly, I placed my hands into his outstretched one.
"Like this?" I asked, not sure if this was what he wanted.
"Perfect," Hayden said with a perfect smile.
What happened next was so shocking and fast that I never really understood what actually happened. Sohow, by holding my hand and twisting my arm and body around, Hayden managed to bend
forward over his table with both of my hands secured behind my back with his hand holding my wrists in place.
What the hell just happened?
I turned my face around to face him and saw that he had a very amused look on his face.
"What do you think you’re doing?" I asked as I began to struggle against his grip.
His hand that was gripping my wrists only tightened and it began to hurt a little.
"It hurts…" I hissed.
"Rember what I told you before? Don’t struggle, it’ll only hurt you. Never struggle against , Malissa," Hayden warned.
"Hayden…" I whispered his na desperately.
"Let’s do it…" Hayden said abruptly.
"What? Do what?" I asked, taken by surprise.
"You wanted to make
feel better, right? So, let’s do it. Let
fuck you…right here…right now," Hayden said, and I could tell that he was very serious.
"Hayden…have so self-restraint…" I said as I tried to struggle against his grip.
"I should get awarded for my self-restraint. I wanted to fuck you since the first ti you stepped into my office…and that was yesterday…" he said close to my ear. His warm breath against my ear made my body tremble.
His hand circled in front of
and started caressing my breasts over my shirt. I whispered his na, but his hands just started squeezing my breasts with more force. I could feel the heat from his palm through my clothes and I let out a soft moan. His hand kneaded my breast in turn before he started unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt.
Skillfully, he unbuttoned the buttons one by one until the front of my shirt was completely opened. He blew softly into my ear and my entire body trembled. He knew how sensitive my ear was and I hated that fact. Hayden began licking my earlobe as his hand peeled down the cups of my bra. My breast sprang out from their covers into his awaiting hand.
He bit softly on my earlobe while his hand started caressing the sensitive flesh of my naked breast.
--To be continued…
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