Quintuplets For Mr. CEO

CHAPTER 1: SEND OFF

Her face brightened, she felt light weighted. After several years of studying at the university, she's finally completing her program as an intern which validated her as a graduate.

The company where she served, Dawson Corporation decided to organize a send-off party that night for all interns at a VIP lounge.

Just one attribute differentiated Bianca from the others, 'diligence' It steered up a distinctive likeness for her before Brant but he never owned up to it.

She stood before the huge mirror and got her face dressed in exquisite make-up with a short red dress. Her joy that night was nothing compared to what she had always felt.

"It would just have been complete if only Brant would ask her out that night," she thought.

She checked her wristwatch, exactly 8:00 PM already. She slung her bag on her shoulder and left for her car immediately.

***

Skillfully, she parked the car in the parking of the designated club for the send-off. And waited a while to fix her make-up by looking through the rearview mirror.

Satisfied with the way she looked, she opened the car door and stepped out, revealing her perfectly featured face with her ocean blue eyes gleaming. A perfect straight nose standing upright, her lips heart-shaped and adorned with a deep red lipstick, and her broad forehead glowing.

She looked hot in her red short dress. By tomorrow, she would be tagged to be an ex-intern.

She walked towards the club with her face lit up. The guards pushed the door open and let her in after she stated her reason for being in the club.

Loud music blared in the club, she could only hear her thoughts. She looked around to catch a glimpse of where her colleagues were sitting.

"Bianca, right here," Jenny, a close friend of hers and also an intern, called with a wave.

"Hey, Jenny!" Bianca called approaching the table where she sat with other colleagues. The table was filled with assorted wines and small red meat spices.

She honored every other person's greetings with a wave and took her seat right beside Jenny.

"What's up Jenny," picked a piece of meat into her mouth.

"Don't Jenny me, you are late you know. Moreover, the boss based on the lookout for you- -"

"Boss, me? How," Bianca stuttered before Jenny tossed her bag on the table but smiled within her.

"Yeah, I guess it's urgent because he sounded worried." Bianca's face lit up, and a cord of joy struck in her heart. This is what she prayed for all this while.

"S- so, where's he?" Bianca stuttered as she inquired of the naive Jane who indicated Brant's table with her index finger.

Bianca collected her bag from the table instantly and strode towards Brant. From far she easily admired his light brown hair to his curved and light eyelashes.

Her shoes crunched bit by bit, staring at Brant from far he looked different in his white tight T-shirt which revealed his six-pack abs.

She developed goosebumps with jelly-like legs and wondered why he demanded her presence. She got lost in her thoughts on the spot.

"Hey Bianca, will you stand there peeking a glance at me or you find your way here," Brant called with a wave zooming Bianca out of her thoughts. Reddish flush swooped across her chick in embarrassment. He noticed her peeking at him.

She tossed her bag on the table and found her seat right opposite Brant. Lowering her head in embarrassment. "Tequila shots, Are you OK with that?" Brant's voice broke through, she giggled nodding her head in the assertion.

"Do you drink?" Brant's question startled her. She glared at him for a while with her lashes fluttering.

"What the f**k!" She felt stupid on the spot. "Wasn't he the one who brought the idea of Tequila shots? If only she could brace up and behave normally before him." She instead found herself trembling with a gush of chills flowing down her spine. She muttered within herself.

"Once in a while to clear off my head," she finally voiced out in reply. Gulping a full cup in an instant, to prove her words. She wouldn't want to look like a fool again before him.

"Wow, that's interesting drowning yourself in alcohol just to clear your head." Clasping his hands up in the air.

She was never bothered about his actions, she only felt more attracted to him. Her heart kept pressing it hard that Brant was about to spill something. She patiently waited to stare at his pink but soft lips.

"He's going to ask me out tonight," she mutters within herself, sipping from the cup of Tequila shot.

"Is there something you would like to tell me?" He asked, creating shock in Bianca who spilled out the content in her mouth in surprise almost choking on her drink.

"Why would he ask her such a question," yes she loved him and that was clear enough, it wasn't hidden but here they were sitting, and "what the heck," he asks a weird question.

"No- - i- -I have got nothing to say," giggling and stuttering at the same time.

"Well if you ask me, Miss. Gabriel, I would rather that you say something but if not, I will say this."

Bianca's heart thumped so hard in her chest that the chest vibrated, anyone close to her could easily detect the noise from the agitated heart.

She knew the news already but she couldn't wait for him to spill it out. Her face brightened like a bride ready to take a vow.

"Go on Brant, go on." She mutters within her.

"Miss. Gabriel, I'm sorry to say this but, fine we both know how much you feel for me which I appreciate a lot. I would like to relate the state of my heart to you.

Right from the time you started your internship till now, I have had no feelings for you. I only see you as a younger sibling and not as a friend or lover.

Speaking of maturity, you seem immature enough to be tagged as a spouse. Moreover, we are two different people from different worlds."

Her eyes welled up in tears, giving attention to the heartbreaking words from Brant. She felt her heart getting ripped off.

"Moreover, Bian- -" she stopped him from going further with a wave. Curbing the tears that welled up at the base of her eyelid.

"It's not worth crying for, Bianca, is it? She wouldn't be offered such embarrassment from him and still find herself weeping before him, that would simply be making a fool out of herself," she concludes.

She filled the glass before her and gulped the whole of it, drowning herself in alcohol. "Brant, you've got nothing to explain. It was I who got myself immersed in the pool of mirage." Her eyes grew dizzy and hooded at the same time.

"Forget that I ever met you, Brant, I will also forget that I ever knew you either." To quench her burning anger, she took another full cup of alcohol, gulping it at once.

She grabbed her bag off the table and staggered toward her colleagues. "Guys, let's hit the dance floor," she shouted in drunken excitement, striding towards the dance floor.

Jenny caught hold of her, discovered she was drunk, and requested that she leave for her house but she bluntly refused, insisting that she desired to enjoy the night to the fullest.

Jenny had no choice but to let her be, seeing that she was persistent.

Jenny discovered she was drunk as she watched her tweaking at the stripper's pole.

"This isn't Bianca," the drunken Bianca is different from the real person she is. She got a hold of her and led her into one of the rooms after the dance was over.

She lay flat on the bed and fell fast asleep positioning herself heavenward with her clothes above her hips. The door slowly opened and in a short while got jammed behind.

"Brant, is that you?" Felt a hand crawl over her causing a gush of chills down her spine. At each time the body seized contact with her, she felt disconnected, more or less like something was missing. She, however, couldn't fathom what was going on but she knew she loved and wanted more of it.

She struggled to pull her eyes open and her body froze. All she could see was a six-packed sexy male figure before her. Her eyes were hazy plus the dark room made it difficult for her to recognize the person before her.

His lips were soft and enticing. And just like that, her lips were swiftly sealed in his.

The next thing she discovered was the masculine figure on top of her kissing her passionately. She felt some kind of fluttery feeling in her stomach as though it was rampaged by thousands of butterflies.

"What's wrong with me?" She mused to herself.

Undeniably, she was having a strange sensation she has never had before her first time. It seemed unpleasant but left her confused.

The smell, the stature, everything made her conclude that it was Brant, she could point him out even in the dark.

The taste of alcohol was dominant in his mouth, same as hers. His tongue slid deeper into hers probing further.

It was an ardent and conquering kiss. She could feel his desire from it and could only submissively accept it.

His hand slipped over her, the red short gown, leaving her with nothing underneath except her panties. His touch sent an electric jolt over her skin. She arched her back as she felt her mind shouting that she pushed the man away, but her body refused to comply.

Surprisingly, she was enjoying the burning sensation of whatever the man was doing to her and wished it never ended.

It felt as though she was captivated by a spell.

"You are so soft," the man muttered in a whisky voice. His lips trailed along her jawline down to her neckline, taking off her bra to give him access to her breast. One hand moved farther up to cup her breast. He gently caressed it and squeezed it, causing her to moan in pleasure.

She gasped and got scared, she still couldn't fathom what was going on yet she wanted more. He sealed her lips in hers leaving no room for words to escape, without her knowing, she let out a soft moan when his fingers fiddled skillfully with her core.

Being kissed and caressed at the same time felt like she was in heaven, it felt so good that she could no longer tell if it was a dream. It was her first time drinking in a stupor and it took the whole of her, she earnestly wished she was in her right senses to replicate the actions.

"Hmm, you feel good," the husky voice reverberated into her ears, she was so lost in the rapture that the only thing she could do was moan in response.

She arched her body to welcome more of the sweet assault on her peeks while her fingers were buried in his hair.

He continued his teasing by circling his tongue on her n****e which made her body shiver desperately from the sweet nation that engulfed her.

"You have a beautiful body," the husky voice shot through, giving her another hot sensation. She almost cried from the intense pleasure that arose in her while he played with her n*****s.

Never had she imagined that something like this could make one lose their sanity. She started to feel the effect of the intimacy down her thighs.

He took his finger beneath her core, circling it then she whined in pain. Her hole was tight but she was damping already.

He slide her pants off and separated her thighs. Brushing his hood across her core, separating the core with his thumb, and trying thrusting in he felt an obstruction as she squealed in pain with her heart beating so fast.

"Sorry, about that. I'd take it gently on you. It would only hurt a little bit after that, you feel better.

He leaned over her again thrusting his hood in the second time, allowing her core to swallow the whole of him.

He took a pause for a while, helped her maintain her balance then he continued the exercise back and forth. Till he led her to a state of orgasm.

He fell beside her placing a kiss on her forehead but now even she was fast asleep.

***

Bianca woke up the following morning with aches all over her. She was surprised to find herself in a comfortable bed. However, her head was spinning around and it seemed too heavy to lift.

"Arg- -, I can barely remember what happened last night. Did I drink so much?" She gently muttered to herself. She gently rose, straightening her back.

She gently pulled away the bedspread only to discover she was without clothes with a rusty red stain on the bed. "Gosh! Who could have done this?"

Her jaws hung in the air in surprise. Her mind flickered to the previous night. "It could only be the handiwork of Brant," she whispered to herself.

Only to look around and find a couple of dollar notes on the table. Her head sparked, and she built up a deadly reaction such that if Brant were present there, she probably would have offered him a dirty slap.

"What the heck! And who does he take me for?"