The Billionaire Prince and His Secretary

Chapter 10

Ember POV

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of activity. Working around my home, I tried to bury myself in tasks, but my mind kept drifting back to John. Every time I thought of his lips on mine, my heart skipped a beat. I replayed our conversation, his whispered words, and the way he looked at me. I wondered if everything was true. If John was only playing, then it was probably best to look somewhere else.

Curious about the world beyond John’s empire, I searched for job vacancies online. I found a few where I thought I could fit, but one article caught my eye. There was a headhunter looking for various positions in a new company opening in Solandia - The Blackwood Corporation. I had not heard of it, so I searched about the company. As I did, I was impressed. The office in Solandia was only a branch, but it had a huge office. The company’s main location was located in New York, and it looked highly esteemed with branches in a number of countries. I was about to read some more, but my alarm sounded. It meant I had to get ready for the afternoon event.

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When the afternoon finally arrived, I felt a mixture of excitement and dread. John was due to pick me up for the wedding rehearsal soon, and I had no idea how to act around him. Would he bring up the toy? Would he pretend nothing had happened? My mind was a whirlwind of questions with no answers.

The knocking on the door snapped me out of my reverie. I took a deep breath, smoothing down my dress, and opened the door. John stood there, looking as handsome as ever, but there was a glint in his eyes that made my heart race. His gaze fixed on the dress I was wearing, which was one of the two cocktail dresses he bought me in New York. It was a pink floral dress with a sweetheart neckline and short sleeves. It looked like he loved pink on me.

“Stunning as always. Ready to go?” he asked.

Murmuring a curt ‘thank you’, I nodded. I grabbed my purse and then locked the door behind me. The ride to the palace, the rehearsal venue, which was also where the wedding reception would take place, was filled with polite conversation, both of us avoiding the elephant in the room. When we arrived, the place was bustling with activity, providing a welcome distraction from my turmoil.

With John being Leo’s best man, he joined the rest of the wedding party, while I watched at the back together with Emily. She was not part of the wedding organizers, but she was invited by Alya for the dinner. Emily just came early to support Alya. We talked about work, new places to go to in Solandia and what not. From time to time, we would pause as we watched the rehearsal. John would sometimes look over, and every time our eyes met, I felt that electric connection, a reminder of the intimacy we had shared.

As the rehearsal wound down, Emily looked around and then asked me something that shook me. “I saw the way Sir John looked at you. Is there something between you two?”

“Heavens, no!” I replied in a low voice. “Goodness. I’m sure he’s just thinking of some work he will make me do.”

Emily nodded and seemed to accept my answer. She then excused herself because Alya needed her. I was saved.

Looking at the grand ballroom, I knew that the simple wedding that Alya and Leo first wanted did not materialize. They had invited a lot of important people to the event, as they wanted to connect with them as Alya was nearing her ascension to the throne.

John took me out of my reverie, guiding me to where dinner was to be held. He stayed close to me, introducing me to various family members and friends. Most of them were at Alya’s bridal shower. The rehearsal was filled with laughter and speeches. Surprisingly, John made a speech which was not written by me. It included a hilarious recount of his childhood together with his twin sister and Leo. He caught the attention of everyone, who was smiling and laughing throughout his speech. Alya could only shake her head and laugh together with everybody else. Despite the joy of the occasion, my mind kept wandering back to the previous night, my conversation with John and the kiss we shared.

As the night wound down, John and I found ourselves alone on the balcony. “Are you okay?” he asked. He reached out to put an arm around me, but I stepped backward instinctively.

“Someone might see us,” I whispered, glancing around nervously. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to misinterpret the closeness between us. I also didn’t want rumors to start and steal the show from Alya on her wedding day.

“And so?” he asked, clearly puzzled by my reaction. He frowned, his jaw clenched as he tried to understand my sudden shift in behavior.

I just shook my head, unable to find the right words. Silence hung between us, thick with tension. John’s frown deepened, a mix of frustration and hurt crossing his features. “Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”

I nodded, my throat tight with anxiety. I was terrified I had angered him, and the thought of upsetting John made my heart ache. It had never happened since I started working for him. We left the balcony, slipping through the party unnoticed. The drive to my apartment was filled with silence, the atmosphere between us strained.

When we arrived, John turned to Edmund. “You can go home, Edmund. Pick me up tomorrow morning.”

My eyes widened in surprise, but I didn’t say anything. With Alya’s wedding the next day, I couldn’t understand why he wanted to stay. We entered my apartment, and John did his usual checks. I followed him, my mind racing.

When he was satisfied, I stepped in front of him, stopping him from walking further. “John, wait.” My voice trembled slightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to act around you anymore.”

His eyes softened, but before I could say anything else, he grabbed me, pulling me close. His lips crashed onto mine, and all the tension from the evening exploded into a fiery kiss. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I was too stunned to respond. Then, the sensation of his lips moving against mine and his hands on my waist sent a jolt of electricity through me.

I melted into him, responding with equal fervor. The kiss was intense, filled with all the unspoken emotions between us. His hands moved up to cup my face, deepening the kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on as if my life depended on it.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily. John rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark and intense. “Ember,” he murmured. “I just know that I want you.”

“John,” I whispered, my heart pounding. “I…I don’t know what this means. I’m scared.”

He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. “I know it’s complicated. But I can’t keep pretending that what I feel for you is just friendship or professional respect. It’s more, Ember. It’s so much more.”

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the honesty in his words. “I’m scared of what people will think. What they’ll say. I’m a nobody.”

He brushed a thumb across my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Let them talk. What matters is what we feel. What we want. Well, I assume you also feel the same way as I do. Those kisses must mean something. And I want you, Ember. Not just as my secretary or my friend, but as someone I care deeply about.”

The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache. This wasn’t just a dream. I leaned in, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “I care about you too, John. More than I should, and that scares me.”

John shifted, cupping my face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. “We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time.”

I nodded, my breath hitching as he leaned in. His lips brushed mine. A feather-light touch that ignited a fire within me. I responded eagerly, deepening the kiss, losing myself in the sensation. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss grew more intense.

We stumbled into my bedroom, our lips never breaking contact. John kicked the door shut behind us, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that matched my own. We made our way to the bed, shedding clothes and inhibitions along the way.

When we finally collapsed onto the mattress, with John on top of me, his eyes darkened with desire, his gaze sweeping over my body. “You’re beautiful, Ember,” he murmured.

I blushed, the intensity of his gaze making me feel both vulnerable and empowered. “So are you,” I replied, running my hands over his toned chest. The feel of his skin under my fingertips sent a thrill through me.

He captured my lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch, needing more. John seemed to sense my urgency, his movements becoming more deliberate, more insistent. His kisses trailed downward, making a stop and deliberately taking time to get acquainted with my breasts.

“These are perfect,” he murmured before capturing one n****e into his mouth.

He must have really loved it there to stay for more than a few minutes, kneading my plump boobies and taking both my nips into his mouth. I couldn’t take it any longer, so I pleaded to John to make a move. He did, but not as I had expected. Going down further, he clasped his mouth directly on my clit. There was no foreplay to the foreplay. No fingers first, just mouth first. It had been a long while since I felt that kind of high. In a snap of a finger, my body was feeling it, the orgasm that was about to come. My insides quivered and my legs jerked. After moaning loudly, I breathed out his name, “John!”

I tried to catch up with my breath, going up on my elbows to tell John to stop. However, John wouldn’t let go of my clit. Squirt after squirt, I laid back again on my back, closing my eyes as John licked the juices dripping down v****a.

John chuckled as he trailed kisses up my body, ending on my lips. “I love to hear you moan and how you say my name. Next time, I want you to scream it, love.”

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me like he was going to devour me alive. “Then make me scream your name.”

“Are you sure about that?” John asked. The tip of his erection was already at my entrance. He thrust it in and out, only at the entrance, but never going far enough to fill my v****a with his c**k.

“Dammit, John. Put it in!” I growled in frustration.

John didn’t need to hear another word as he slammed inside me. I groaned as I didn’t expect his member to be bigger than what I had expected. It was definitely bigger than my toys, stretching me to beyond a pleasurable point. It was heaven.

He moved his hips, and after a while, I matched his rhythm, as I moved up and down. John dropped kisses on my neck and face, whispering dirty words which contained promises of things he would do to me.

The night blurred into a haze of passion and pleasure, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word heightened the intensity, driving us to the brink. It was not long after when I screamed out his name as I finally found release. John followed soon after. It was indeed perfect, a burst of pure, unadulterated bliss that left us both breathless.

We lay entwined, the afterglow wrapping us in a cocoon of warmth and contentment. John’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, his touch soothing and intimate. “That was…” he began, searching for words.

“Incredible,” I finished for him as a satisfied smile played on my lips.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “More than incredible. It was perfect.”

“That was what I thought as well.” I sighed happily, resting my head on his chest. “I don’t want this to end.”

“The s*x?” John asked with mischief in his voice.

“Yes.” I chuckled.

“Ouch,” John replied. “Just the s*x? You’re breaking my heart, love.”

“Us, of course. Is there really an us?” I wondered. Him calling me love brought so much joy in my heart.

“There is an us. And this,” he said as he held my hand. “This doesn’t have to end. We’ll take it one step at a time, remember?”

I nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. “One step at a time.”

We fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound was the steady beat of John’s heart under my ear. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel happy and hopeful. Dreams do come true.

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The next morning, I woke up to the feel of John’s fingers combing through my hair. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, a soft smile on his lips. “Good morning,” he murmured. His voice was like a warm caress. It was something I was sure I would not get tired of.

“Good morning,” I replied, stretching languidly. The events of the previous night came rushing back, and I blushed slightly, though the smile on my face remained.

“How was your sleep?” he asked, his fingers continuing their soothing movements.

“Better than I have had in a long time,” I admitted. “You?”

“The same,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my lips. “Though I’m afraid we have to get up soon. Alya’s wedding is today.”

I groaned playfully, snuggling closer to him. “Do we have to?” I asked. We both knew I was only joking.

John laughed, the sound rich and warm. “I’m afraid so. She will bring hell to our lives if we don’t show up. But we’ll have tonight. And many more nights after that.”

I smiled, the promise in his words filling me with a sense of joy and anticipation. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Reluctantly, we got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. Getting ready meant packing my things because John wanted me to get dressed up in the palace instead. John didn’t even give me the chance to shower because he wanted us to shower together. There was one more thing he requested me to bring–my precious rabbit.