Alpha's Look of Love

THE ASSISTANT SECRETARY

CHAPTER 2

“Hi, Anon,” Agatha Salvatina purred while slowly making her way towards him.

“How many times you were told never to show up here?” Anon furrowed his brows.

“I know, but I missed you!” She placed her hand on his chest and gently traced the outline of his well-formed chest, his abs, and eventually his manhood.

Anon closed his eyes. He didn’t like to see her here; however, she was already inside his office; he couldn’t deny that her presence was what his body needed at the moment. Agatha was the only one who could meet his primal carnal demand.

As Agatha’s lips touched his neck and his jaw, as her hand slid slowly to his organ, it suddenly came to life, and now he was hard and ready to perform the most basic need of someone like him.

Agatha smiled to herself when she felt the hardened flesh inside his pants. She hastily slid his zipper down. It was satisfying and gratifying that she could provide him that pleasure. Satisfying a powerful man like him was a privilege to their kind.

He reached close and moved swiftly to pin her against the wall at a whooshed of air. The strong impact of Agatha's body against the wall didn't even bother her.

Her back slammed on the solid panel while her hands circled on his neck. Agatha watched Anon's eyes, she could see her face reflected in his fully dilated irises. His pupils expanded out of arousal.

She opened the black coat she was wearing in front of him to reveal nothing underneath, not even a set of underwear. She was completely naked beneath the clothing.

Anon smirked. Agatha was always ready to receive him. He spun her around, her back against him as his hands moved to feel every curve of her body.

Agatha came for this, and it was what she was getting, he murmured to himself. He was not a preamble person when it came to s*x. Anon took off her coat and dropped it on the floor. He cupped her hardened peak with both hands, massaging her proud twins harshly. In a few more seconds, he pushed his hardened organ to her wet opening from behind. She was dripping wet, and he was hard as a rock.

Agatha moaned as her insides accepted his huge private in one go. She felt pleasure and pain mixed and became one. 

Anon grunted his approval. He shoved into her in hard and fast movements. He panted as he pushed in and pulled out of her with a force of animalistic thrust, over and over. Pleasure screams from Agatha covered the tranquil space. He unleashed himself on her in a rough and powerful plunge that both hurt and pleasured Agatha at the same time.

Her moans, his grunts, their panting, and the slapping of flesh filled the air of the fully soundproofed office for a long thirty minutes. Until they both came to an orgasmic whirl, he spurted out his seeds outside of her body. Agatha went down on her knees and swallowed the remaining drops of him, cleaning him swiftly using her tongue.

A few seconds later, he tucked himself back into his pants and faced her, “Now that you got what you wanted. Get out, and don’t ever show yourself in here again. Put in your head the danger of what you did.” 

Agatha did not enter his room the conventional way, meaning the door. Their kind never secured permission when they needed to visit him. 

She placed back the black coat on her body and followed him towards his desk. The pleasure was over. It was time to talk about her concerns. It was the real reason why she visited him.

“But Anon! You’ve been away from the pack for a long time. We need you there,” Agatha argued with him.

“I know what I am doing. I will come back at the right time,” Anon ignored her pleading.

“Terence will visit you one of these days if you don't visit them soon. The village people need additional support…and…” she dilly-dallied if she would disclose everything to him.

“Talk, woman!” he growled while he swiveled his chair and sat on it. 

“A new pack, unknown to us, has been causing havoc to the villagers. Seven people were killed in the last three months. We didn’t know what they wanted.”

“How can Terrence not solve this?” He bellowed irritatedly.

“With our powers tempered by the perfume that we sprayed on our body? We were just slightly more powerful than humans, Anon. You needed to order for us to stop using it,” Agatha informed him.

“If you don’t spray it on your body, you will be exposed.” He roared, disappointed that his people were suffering because of the decisions he made.

“That’s why we needed you there. You need to make a decision as soon as possible,” Agatha persuaded him.

Anon's jaw twitched, and his fists clenched while he looked at Agatha sternly, silencing her completely.

Agatha was gone for the last thirty minutes, but Anon remained glued to his chair. Anon was left alone with the responsibility he didn’t want: his curse and his family’s dark secret. As head of his dark empire, he had no choice but to protect the community, which was the reason why the likes of them were still living in a world of mortals.

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While Anon was contemplating what he would do to the villagers to protect them inside his room, Ada nervously waited for him to issue his last order for the day and eventually dismiss them. He had been inside for the previous two hours, and nobody could disturb him since he gave a firm order not to bother him for anything.

Ada knew her boss too well. He was intrinsically motivated. Anon drove his company to success because he knew he must, without regard for external rewards. Sure he wanted money, but his every move was way beyond what money could provide. That was why she admired him so much.

However, his determination to find the lady model to use as the brand carrier disturbed her. 

Ada knew that nobody would be able to change his mind. He took action, moved ahead of everyone, and found a way against any roadblock he would encounter along the way to achieve his purpose. Anon used his money and connections to achieve whatever it was he set his mind to. He was powerful, unstoppable, and highly influential.

Subconsciously she touched the skin on top of her heart. For the first time since she worked in Catstark two years ago, she was petrified. Her boss was like a warrior. He was always ready to take on the world. He would indeed find the lady he was looking for. It was just a matter of time.

Ada closed her eyes. The lady Anon was looking for had been hidden away from human eyes for a long time. The amber eyes he was looking for had been concealed behind thick eyeglasses and contact lenses. Ada had transformed the beautiful, alluring lady through the use of old-fashioned clothes, fake retainer, fake freckles on her skin, and darkened bushy eyebrows.

After the second attack on her family by unknown powerful men when she was 19 years old, resulting in the paralysis of her foster dad and the eventual death of her foster mom, she vowed never to show that alluring lady in human eyes again. She had to protect her family's secrets at all costs. 

But her boss wanted to see that lady. He was determined to see that face that had been long concealed. Would he be able to trace her? Would he discover her secret?

“Miss Greyback!” The sound of the intercom interrupted her deep thoughts. 

“S-sir,” she stuttered while he answered the call. 

"Ask Silver to enter my office. You and the other staff may go." Anon ordered straightforwardly. What he needed to discuss with his trusted assistant had nothing to do with business.

"Alright, Mr. Stark," Ada agreed instantly. In fact, that was what she wanted to do. She wished to stay out of his sight for the rest of the day. She might be able to hold her ground under her boss's scrutinizing stare but inside her —she was as scared as hell.

While sorting her things after she called Silver to advise him that Mr. Stark requested his presence in his office, she saw her reflection in the shiny glass panel inside her cabin. The image was so different from what her boss was looking for. She was sure that Mr. Stark would not relate the unattractive and old-fashioned assistant to the dazzling lady model printed on the magazine cover.  They were so different, and it had to stay that way for the rest of her life. 

However, the perfume she was using to conceal the scent of her kind was running out. She didn't know how many more months she could make it last. When it was gone, would she give up her job as well?

Ada shook her head repeatedly. For now, there was still supply, and she would try to use as little as possible until such time that she could find the one who had the other half of the perfume formula that could make the smell of her kind concealed.