Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Mandy

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“What’s this party about?” I asked him while moving to him to help him zip my short dress.

“The resort is just organizing entertainment for their guests,” he explained. While I wore my earrings, I grabbed a silver necklace, moved my hair aside, and wore it.

“How do I look,” I turned to him, to find him already standing in front of me with a genuine smile.

“You look alluring,” he said and my fave heated up at the comment he made, as I found myself smiling really hard…

“I got you this,” he opened the box and I gasped at what I saw there, a “Gulf Pearl Parure Bracelet” if it isn’t the most expensive bracelet in the world.

“Christian?” I called out in shock, my hands covered my mouth and he smiled at me…

“This is my way of saying you belong to me,” he said, took my hands, and wore it on me. I looked at him almost teary when I jumped on his body excitedly…

“This is what it feels like to be spoiled by someone else and not just yourself. And from the looks of it, I loved being spoiled” I smiled at his shoulders.

“I do like you, I don’t care if it’s a game anymore but I do,” he said…

“Did you just confess to me with a thirteen million dollar bracelet,” I looked at my wrist, and back at him but he already turned around to leave.

“Christian…” I called out.

“Let’s go, we would be late for the party,” he responded, leaving me behind while I smiled.

“You made it. For a while I thought maybe you both already left the resort,” Amelia said, smiling widely at Christian and barely giving me a glance which made me scoff.

“Amelia. I didn’t know you were staying here,” Christian said in a surprised tone and I rolled my eyes at him. I wanted us to get out of here, to leave where Amelia was but Christian was keen to know what she had to say.

“Well, you didn’t ask. And you both seemed in a hurry last we met,” She turned in my direction, and I pulled my hands from his grip, excusing myself to get a drink.

“Can I have a margarita,” I said to the bar attendant while placing my purse on the counter as I waited.

“Oh hey,” the ugly voice belonging to Amelia said beside me, and I took in a long deep breath before turning to her.

“Whoo! You really don’t like me,” she chuckled…

“Two martinis please,” she hit the counter lightly and I got pissed off. Everything she does just pisses me off.

“You know, if I say what I’m about to say, you’re probably going to hate me more,” I spared her a brief glance and turned my eyes away while she cackled.

“Just get to your point Amelia. Not everybody likes your voice,” I grabbed my drink and took a sip out of it, about to leave, when she spoke.

“I don’t understand why Christian told me you were just friends when I was his ex-girlfriend,” I grabbed my purse tightly, pursed my lips, and didn’t say a word.

“I guess he’s still into me after all,” she laughed, collected her drinks, and headed straight to Christian’s giving him one glass while they continued to chat away laughing. I looked at him, and he smiled at me before giving back his attention to Amelia.

“One more,” I requested now and moved my glass to him when I felt a presence beside me.

“Not more words from you Amelia,” I said without turning to look.

“Amelia? Who got on your bad books?” I heard a strange voice say, and I turned around to see a stranger sitting beside me.

“You’re not Amelia,” I said to him, wondering why he had a shade and a cap on his head for a party…

“I’m definitely not. Having troubles already?” I looked at him weirdly and he chuckled.

“Don’t get me wrong, I was just trying to get to know you,” he said and I rolled my eyes and stood up to leave.

“Relax. I promise my company’s going to be better than Amelia,” he said with pride, and I looked at him having this weird feeling in my stomach and I couldn’t say if it was good or bad. But his aura felt different. I looked back at Christian and it hurt me to agree that it was right.

“Maybe,” I collected my drink and sipped while he ordered the same drink, glancing at me.

“Well that makes two of us, ’cause I’m having a bad night,” he chuckled.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Well if it’s any consolation, the margarita helps,” I raised it in the air a little and we cheered to it while laughing out loud…

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Christian looked over at the bed and noticed that Mandy wasn’t alone anymore. He glared in that direction and Amelia chuckled softly.

He watched as they clicked their glasses like people who’d been friends for a while. When he knew fully well that that prick was absolutely a stranger and he was flirting with his wife openly.

He watched as hands grazed and they laughed to their hearts, making him boil that he didn’t notice Amelia tapping him to get his attention back to her.

“Excuse me,” he said and walked in the direction of the bar, glaring at Mandy as their eyes made contact. Maybe she thought he was joking but he meant it when he said she belonged to him. If this was his obsession he didn’t care, and he was going to show her how much he meant that.

“Christian,” she called out as he grabbed her wrist and pulled up forcefully, almost causing her drink to spill.

“Hey man, what’s your problem?” The stranger said and grabbed Christian’s shoulders and in that instant, he threw a punch at him sending him to the floor.

“Oh my gosh,” Mandy said in shock, looking at Christian like he had gone mad. She was pissed at him now wondering if he wasn’t the one who gave his attention to Amelia and now someone was giving her a little bit of it he was on a rampage.

“What has gotten into you, huh?” She yelled at him, but instead. He continued to drag her until they got to the room. He opened the door and pushed her inside while she turned to yell at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She slapped him across the face and he laughed shortly like a psycho before pushing her to the wall.

“What is wrong with me?”

“How about I show you?” He said and raised her dressed up, while his hands pressed her against the wall, as he used his other hand to undone his belt.

Mandy could not breathe, everything was happening so fast. Before she knew it, he tore her panties with his hands, brought out his dick from his brief, and forcefully put it into her ass hole.

“Ah,” she shrieked in pain, but he didn’t care. He was going to let all that anger and protect it into fucking her so she doesn’t smile at any other man.

“You fucking smiled at him? ”

” You let him touch you?” He said and kept thrusting in and out of her roughly while pressing her against the wall.

“Christian!!” She moaned out in pain mixed with pleasure.

“Oh, my God!” She cried out, as he increased his pace, pulling her hair while banging her from behind.

“You belong to me, Mandy?” He grunted as he continued to thrust harder into her, ignoring the pain she felt from him dragging her hair as he felt his orgasm build up.

“F*ckk,” he yelled out and immediately pulled out, pouring his semen on her ass…

Her legs wobble immediately after he left her, she could move and her ass just a bit. But did she hate what he did? “No!” Did it feel extremely good? “Yes” and did she want more? “She definitely did.”

He walked to the dressing table, grabbed a tissue, and clicked off the rest from his dick.

Mandy fell on the floor and managed to drag her gown down to cover her ass. She crawled to the bed, hoping to rest when Christian stopped her.

“I’m not done with you,” he said to her, and she turned to look at him with tears that were on her cheeks.

“What?” She said shocked

“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he walked over to her, and she knelt on the floor resting her weight on the bed, with the hope to get on it and get some rest.

“You were pretty naughty too,” she said when he picked up his belt and put it around her neck.

“Christian?”

“What are you doing?” She asked him, while he pulled her with the belt around his neck in his direction.

“Be a good girl and take your punishment,” he glared at her. She has never seen this side of it. It scared her, but at the same time, it excited her.

Who was the man behind those suits and ties, what was the real Christian like? What does he do behind closed doors? What kind of personality did he have? What was he like in the bedroom? All of that she wanted to know.

Christian pulled her with the belt, and she knelt in front of him when he asked her to suck on his dick. She looked at him and bit her lips. Slowly she rubbed her hands against his hardness feeling the veins around it and noticing how erect he was as Christian shuddered at her touch.

He let go of the belt he held, letting it drop on her shoulder as she started to suck his tips slowly. She looked at him pleased that she could make him feel that way and that she could pleasure him too as she continued sucking, preparing her mouth to take his full length…

Christian raised his hands up with his eyes tightly shut in ecstasy as every bit of it felt so good. She touched, and every time he felt the coldness of her tongue hit his dick he felt chills and shivers run down his spine. Having his dick hit the back of his throat and the sound she made taking his full length made him call out her name in a moan. The pleasure he felt from it made adrenaline rush through his veins, and he started to feel his dick harden as he was going to cum..

He sat on the bed gasping for air, while Mandy took the belt off her neck and crawled to climb the bed while he wore his briefs.

They both lay on the bed for a few minutes until they caught their breath before Christian turned to her to find her sleeping.

“Next time I won’t go easy on you,” he breathed in her ears, and carried her to the bed, covering her with the duvet, while he laid on the second side wrapping his hands around her, as he drifted off sleeping…