Caught by the Boss part 25

LEILA

My fingers twitch, remembering the shape and texture of the fat cock I gripped. How embarrassing. I can never face this man again. If Grace appeared on the doorstep, I would beat her up again just to be taken away to a cell, away from Hector.

“Um… were you hurt?” I ask, unable to look at him.

I still care about him, even if I feel like crawling into a hole.

“Perhaps my cock. You might have squeezed too hard. If you wanted it, you could have just asked.”

“Oh, gosh,” I cover my reddening face with my hands, only to pull them away when I realize I had just been gripping his dick with the same hands.

He chuckles. “I’m fine. It’s all forgotten. Would you like to watch a movie? That would be more interesting than the dark screen we’re staring at.”

I nod. “Okay, but I wanted to talk to you about my stay here. Now that I gave my statement to the police, I should return to my apartment and work in a few days.”

I don’t think he likes that. A huff of displeasure comes from him. He shifts his feet, widening his stance. Going on the offense, it seems. Does he feel threatened?

I should be flattered about how much he wants me to stay. But I know it’s not ideal.

“You know there is no deadline, right? You may stay here as long as you’d like.”

“I don’t know… if that would be appropriate,” I whisper.

He clears his throat. “Is this about the dick snatch? Because I assure you, I was not offended.”

“Um… no. Not about…that.”

He picks up the remote control and clicks the television on. “I understand,” he says, voice cold. “Would you like wine?”

“Sure, thank you.”

He stands up and walks into the kitchen, and I study his retreating figure. Broad, tall. Relaxed. A king in his palace.

I wish he didn’t wear black t-shirts. They are detrimental to my mental health. Distracting. Gripping his muscles tightly—just like my palm was snug around his cock.

I can see a peek of his tattoo, calling for me. And I know that as we watch the movie, my eyes will constantly stray away from the screen and onto him.

I thought he was handsome in the office, but he is so much more dangerous here. Because this home is cold with its running AC. It’s unknown with its many rooms. Everything about this place is directing me toward Hector’s warmth and familiarity.

He returns with wine glasses, and as he approaches the couch, I notice how his footsteps sound heavy. He’s truly massive.

“Hey, how tall are you?” I ask him.

He hands a glass to me. “Six five. Why?”

I shrug a shoulder. “Wondering how big to build the coffin. I don’t know if I’ll stand you over the next few days.”

He chuckles, and I smile. But my lips quickly drop when he sits next to me—closer than ever.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks, looking at the television, unaffected by our touching thighs.

“Hmm… can’t go wrong with a documentary?” I say.

He clicks a wildlife documentary. And as I watch the powerful land animals—bears and wolves, I can’t help but compare them to him. His thigh is massive beside mine and his hand dwarfs the remote control.

My sexual drives are overclocking. My skin is heating, my mouth dry, my leg against his bouncing, my heart throbbing.

I take a few sips of my wine, looking away before he catches me staring.

I try to focus on the documentary. Eventually, after half a cup of wine, I calm down and get sleepy. I lean back, my eyes hooded as Hector watches the documentary.

I doze off, falling asleep beside him. I have an awful dream of being home. Watched by men in the shadows. Unknown, unkind souls that robbed me and have come for more. To scavenge what they can from my body.

I jump up, rattled. The wine cup is still in my hand. Hector grips it right as I stir and lift my arms, avoiding the spill.

I must have only been asleep for a few minutes because the documentary is still on.

“S—sorry,” I say, licking my lips.

He sets the cup down on the coffee table. “Hey, what happened?” He asks in a soft tone. “Bad dream?”

I nod, and that’s all he needs. He embraces me. Wraps me with so much muscle that my fears are warded off. I feel protected, safe, and with those basic needs met, my carnal desire comes roaring back.

“Thanks,” I whisper, my hands cupping his massive, sculptured shoulders.

“You’re safe here. Even when you return to your apartment, I’ll ensure you lack for nothing.”

That’s a discussion for another day.

“We should probably go to bed,” I suggest, pulling away and standing up.

He turns off the television. “Go to bed. I will clean up here.”

I turn around and look at the dark hallway. And suddenly, going to bed no longer sounds like a good idea. I turn back to him and find his blue eyes fastened on me. Unblinking, studying me. Like a calm sea under a boat.

“You want to sleep here, don’t you?” He asks.

I glance at his large sectional couch and dip my head.

“And you want me to stay?”

I dip my head again, my toes curling into the carpet. I feel vulnerable. Although I’m not asking that we share a bed, sleeping beside eachother is still intimate.

“Then I’ll stay,” he says. “I’m get blankets.”

He takes the glasses and carries them to the kitchen. Then he disappears down the hallway, and my unease swells.

He returns with a minute carrying two pillows and flat sheets. And when he passes me a set, I realize these are his. Stripped off his bed because they smell just like him.

I set them on the far left of his massive sectional couch. And he settles on the chaise side, although I suspect his feet will hang off the edge because the couch can’t contain him.

I lay on the couch, my fingers curling into his grey sheets. They’re cool and smooth. Made of the finest material.

I close my eyes, and the lights go off after a minute. My heart is racing, and he reason I’m on such high alert.

After some time, I fell asleep. No nightmares follow. Although he’s caused plenty of heartache and confusion, he makes me feel safe.

When I wake the next morning, he’s gone. A glance at my phone tells me it’s eleven o clock. I slept in.

Hector must be working in his office.

I head into the kitchen and find a plate set for me. I eat as much as I can and return to the living room to watch the documentary I was too distracted to absorb last night. Without the handsome, brooding tycoon with the large dick I’m now familiar with, it’s much easier to focus.

— —-

He emerges from his office at five o clock. I’m not sure why he stayed locked in there. Maybe he was busy. Maybe he gets distracted like I do when we’re close.

“Are you up for a board game?” He asks.

I put down the remote control. “Sure.”

“First I wanted to show you something in my office. Follow me.”

I walk behind him, my eyes absorbing his office once we enter. There are multiple screens—monitors on the walls and on his desk. He has a wall full of trophies and a long table littered with helmets and other gadgets.

He picks up a helmet with red wires sticking out. A prototype.

“This is the next helmet. My next product.”

I gape. So this is what he has been working on. The Machine is amazing enough as-is with its science. It brought virtual reality to a new level even with its defects. The next helmet will undoubtedly be as groundbreaking.

“Is this another virtual machine? The next version?” I ask, stepping closer and slowly reaching out.

“No. It will serve a new purpose: capturing the feelings a person has, and conveying those feelings to the person wearing it. So for example, you would know what I feel for you by wearing it.”

My fingers skim the metal. It’s smooth and cold. Captivating. Hector is a brilliant man who will continue to change the world.

“What’s it called?”

He sets the helmet on the table so there’s nothing between us. “Leila.”

I blink. “Yeah?”

He bends down, blue eyes consuming me. “No. That’s its name: Leila. I named it after the person who inspired it.”

My heart throbs, and he keeps getting closer. I don’t… I don’t have the strength to push him away.

Our lips connect, and I breathe shakily as his arms come around me. He feels like nothing I could have imagined. Sturdy. Completing.

He kisses me gently, slowly. And our united figures reflects on the chrome on the helmet.

THEY KISSED!!!

Side note: I spent 2 days hyperlinking every chapter so you can now flip through them. For example, at the end of Part 23, you see these buttons:

I did this hyperlinking for The King, The Alien King’s Mate, The Captain, Caught by the Boss

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