Trapped in love with my Billionaire CEO

The s*x lord.

A lady walked away from the party regretting why she had bothered to attend it in the first place, she wiped the tears that flowers down her cheeks away angrily. How dare her precious tears showed themselves because of a man that wasn't worth them? She thought as she continued to waddle through the crowd of influential people. She was still trying to get away from everyone and everything when she bumped into someone.

"Ouch!" She heard a woman's voice growled in pain and she stopped walking.

She sniffed back her tears, "I'm so sorry, ma'am," she said in a low voice to the woman who had fallen to the ground on impact.

"It's okay," Eleanor waved the apology away immediately and got up. "You don't have to apologize, ma'am." She told the woman standing before her. The last thing she wanted was to have the woman reporting her to her perfectionist boss who never gave his subordinates a second chance to redeem themselves.

"Are you hurt?" The woman asked but Eleanor before her shook her head in the negative. "Oh, thank goodness then."

"I have to go now," Eleanor informed the woman. Without waiting for any confirmation, she turned on her heels and went away from the woman.

After she and her boss, Rex, had arrived at the party, she had accidentally lost track of her boss's movement and the man hadn't bothered to call her when he was moving on from the person he had been exchanging pleasantries with.

Speaking of the party and the people that had been invited over, Eleanor was still a little in shock over the dignitaries she had been opportune to meet. If anyone asked her, she would simply tell them that this wasn't a party but a meeting of the dignitaries.

When she had first spotted the commissioner of the police department, she hasn't thought much about him. But when the next person her boss greeted turned out to be the governor of London, she had opened her mouth agape. She had still been in shock looking at the government when her boss had left without her notice.

Oblivious to that fact, she had continued to look around to see if she could recognize more important personalities. She had stopped counting or looking around after she spotted the mayor, one of the candidates running for the house of assembly at the next election due in three months, some senior advocate lawyers, and reputable business owners.

No wonder her boss had kept ringing it in her ears that she needed to dress nice and smart. Now that she saw how the other secretaries of other people dressed up, she was a little ashamed of herself and the dress she wore. Little wonder her boss had looked at her with a little disdain back at the garage.

But there was nothing she could do about the dress now, so she took her mind off it. All she had to remember was that she wasn't here for the party, she was here to serve her boss and attend to each of his little whimpers like a slave.

"Well, I'm not a slave." She snorted to herself. "I'm just helping him because he's too helpless to care for himself." She affirmed to herself.

Feeling better about the new line her thought just ventured into, she smiled to herself and intensified her search for the arrogant man.

Rex McCarthy savored the taste of the expensive wine he had just taken a small gulp from, letting it linger a little in his mouth before he finally swallowed the wine. His Adam apple moved in contraction to the task he had subjected it to. The glass cup filled with the wine dangled in his hand as he was lost in thought.

If he had known that his secretary wouldn't take her job seriously, then he wouldn't have bothered to bring her over. At least then, he wouldn't have been subjected to the sore sight she presented herself as. How on earth can someone put on such cheap clothing and still be proud of themselves? And it wasn't just anyone, it was a lady. Not just any lady also, she was his secretary.

Heaven knows that he had never felt so ashamed of any of his workers before the way he did with her.

He might not have minded if it was only her dressing that was lacking. The fact that she had kept gawking at every person he stopped to greet made him wish he could cast a spell to make her vanish. Granted, those men were high-caliber men that her lowly self would never come across if she wasn't working for him but she didn't have to make that fact obvious.

"If someone isn't lost in thought."

Rex heard the sing-song voice first before his eyes fell on the black high heels the owner of the voice wore. He allowed his eyes to slowly rake from the heels to the neatly polished nails her feet spotted to her black dress and one of her long legs peeking from the slit of the dress she wore. His gaze up its gaze to her slim waist, moving slowly to her chest region where he was sure that half of her full breasts were achieved by a double foam bra.

Slowly, his eyes went past her neck region to her face which was full of makeup. Rex smiled warmly when he realized who it was.

"And I could have sworn that you stopped being a bad boy when I saw you sitting alone, ignoring all the gorgeous women in the house." The woman said with a chuckle, taking her seat beside him.

Rex sighed inwardly. If it wasn't because of his unprofessional secretary, why would he be alone? Speaking of secretary, Rex roamed his eyes around the room he was in to see if he would sight her but he didn't.

"Rex?"

He looked at the beautiful brunette seated beside him and smiled. He had been trying to get into her pants for a while now with no luck. Since she had first sought him out this time around, he was sure that he was a lot closer to achieving his aim with her. He wasn't ready to blow up his chance just because of a secretary that wasn't capable.

Rex raised the glass of wine in his hand in a cheers manner before he took a sip. "Women are like good wine, you know. You have to ferment them first, then keep them as a treasure. Afterward, you open them like they are a pack of candy you can't wait to have a bite of. Next, you take a sip of their wetness and savor the taste." He took the wine glass and gulped down the rest of the wine, "Then, you can eat them up however you like," He told her and swiped his tongue over his lower lip in a seducing manner.

The woman before him gulped loudly and he smiled, his dimples revealing themselves. He leaned into her and whiffed in the smell of her expensive perfume.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She asked him, her voice a little breathless.

"I want to get lost in between your thighs," Rex told her, mimicking the same low voice she had used. He cleared his throat and straightened away from her, "Of course, the choice is yours to make," he told her, knowing that she would never say no to him.

After all, no woman had ever rejected him.

She closed her eyes for a few moments, lost in the battle between her lust and rationality. "Do you know any place that is away from prying eyes?" She finally asked him.

Rex chuckled, "I do." He dropped the wineglass and stood up. "Follow me." He instructed her.

He would have held her hand and dragged her with him so they could get there faster but he knew the reputation they both had and how it could be soiled with just a single mistake. After all, the news reporters and the tabloids lived for that purpose alone.

As gentlemanly as he could, he walked to the room he usually slept in every time he came to visit the host of the party, Ethan, who was the only friend he could boast of in the public. He didn't stop to look back or bothered if his new catch, Maryanne, followed after him. When he got to the room, he unlocked the door and went inside. When Maryanne walked in only a few seconds later, he sighed in relief.

He pinned her to the wall with his hands after he closed the door, "What took you so long?" He asked her. His palm played along her bare legs for a little while, then he moved them up to her thigh and he punched her lightly.

"Ouch!" Maryanne said in faked horror. "Anyway, I was just making sure that no one saw us come in here together." She explained and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What's the plan?"

"The plan is for me to f**k the hell out of you," he paused in his words and kissed her neck. "And make sure you can't walk properly for the next two days after I'm done with you."

Maryanne moaned softly. Rex couldn't tell if his words had aroused her or if it was his wet tongue circling her neck. Whichever one it was, he didn't care as long as he fulfilled his heart's desires with her. Not willing to waste time, he released his right hand and dropped it into her black dress. When the hand found her n****e, he twisted it in between his fingers.

"You'll be the end of me." The brunette moaned in his ear.

"Wouldn't that be an easy and sweet way to die?" He chuckled. "Besides, I haven't even started with you yet." To confirm his words, he took the thin straps that held the clothes she wore to her shoulder and pulled them down by her arms.

When he managed to succeed in the task, he pulled her upper bodice down to her waist to reveal her bra. He chuckled when he saw that he was right about the bra being a double foam one.

"What?"

He heard her ask him and he shook his head in the negative. He reached behind her and unclasped her strapless bra hooks. The bra fell between them and her breasts rejoiced from being freed from their b*****e.

Rex leaned down, "Hello baby," He said to the breasts before he took one in his mouth and suckled on it like a child hungry for breast milk.

"f**k," Maryanne moaned. She wondered why she had chosen to ignore him every time he had proposed s*x to her before. "Suck them harder," She instructed him and held his head with her hands.

She heard Rex laugh into her breast before he continued the treatment he was showing it. When his hand traveled underneath her dress into her lace panties, she gasped. She didn't have time for her thought to register his intention fully when she felt a finger delved into her core.

"Hmm..." She moaned in contentment. A second finger joined in the race and she felt her p***y stretching to accommodate them. "You rogue..." She moaned again.

He released her breast from his mouth, "Told you I haven't even begun," Rex told her and began to pump the two fingers into her.

Maryanne lost control of who she was as she began to moan loudly while thrashing against the man who didn't even pity her or slow down his fingers' assault on her.

"Fuck...it." She screamed. She was losing control and didn't want to release yet. Rex was a s*x expert and he might think she wasn't capable of satisfying him if she released so quickly. "Stop," She told him and tried to push him away.

Rex rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath fanning her neck. "Don't hold back, Maryanne. c*m for me."

That was all the encouragement she needed. With one loud moan, she let go of herself, her wetness pooling on Rex's two fingers.