Micheal POV
THE NEXT MORNING
I sat among other executive members in the conference room, sorting and signing some files as the general secretary went over our last meeting report.
My thoughts constantly drifted to Lillian and our discussion last night and I'm caught up between making the right decision or enjoying whatever we have with each other.
“Sir, can we proceed?” Bruce, my right-hand man and financial secretary, uttered, all gaze fixed on me, awaiting my response.
“Yes, you can continue,” I responded, and Bruce gestured for the general secretary to sit.
Throughout the meeting, I couldn't take my mind off Lillian and I felt my bulge growing hard in my pants.
Her soft b**bs, her n*****s, her moans that fill my ears whenever she is close, and how she calls my name when she is
