My obsession

a nun or a slut

Hair black as coal, long and shiny.

Eyes, ever beautiful and bulgy, deep brown, almost black.

Skin as pure as diamond.

Body like it was artfully crafted.

That is the problem, I had never noticed all these things in anyone before, all I want is their body. To f**k them and have the glory.

I want women under command, to want me to yearn for me.

To have me as their God.

For that to happen, it's not just any girl, it's that one that is wanted by all. That her body causes men, horny men to stop and watch.

I want the boobs, yes, and definitely the ass, I don't care if it's fake or not, as long as it draws attention.

Then why.

Why do I get hard anytime she looks confused, why do I think of bending her against my table and f*****g the life out of her.

She isn't even that beautiful.

She doesn't have the kind of body I normally go for, I'm not saying she is that bad, but she just isn't my type.

The very first day I saw her, I found myself looking at her like some stupid dumbass.

There were other people present, girls that were dressed in hot gowns that exposed their titties and their thighs. Girls that were elegantly dressed.

Those ones that have made their way up by sluttering around .

Those ones are the ones I normally go for.

But if you would ask me now I didn't even care for how the look like.

It was her

Like she was the only one in the room.

Maybe what captivated me was how she looked at me, it wasn't like how the others looked, not seductively, just innocently but I sure did not miss the way the gawked at me.

What she wore shook me to earth, it was almost as if she came in as an escort.

What amazed me the more is the fact that she was bold, and while other girls looked at her like she was s**t, she was not shaken by it.

I didn't want to employ her, no.

I had the thought that it would tarnish my image.

I didn't plan to do it.

But now I am confused

A girl with a blond hair and short black gown almost got employed, but I knew that I wanted to give someone else the position.

That was Raven.

Forget about my standard for how girls should look, she didn't have the looks, but the brain, yes.

Maybe it's not the reason, or maybe it is, which ever way, now I get to see her five days a week.

"Your mom told me she is organising a party tomorrow, and you didn't, I wonder if I'm dating her"

It has not been long since we got back together, thanks to my mom, and she is already acting like she always do; crazy.

"So now you know" I said nonchalantly.

"I am your fiancée, do you not know what that means"

Oh I do, I know exactly what it means, and it definitely doesn't mean I have to marry her.

It means that my mom or let's say parents forced me into this whole s**t.

Her father is a renowned business man too, as they say she has a share in the company.

So marrying her would only entail a collaboration between the two families, which for clarity will boost our company's fund, also the popularisation.

For me, I don't know why it is necessary, I am more than capable to bring the company to a standard higher than any other, I know that with me being the CEO I will induce so much uniqueness that every other company would want to work with.

I'm already achieving this insight, but my dad been my dad, he wants everything, and he wants it fast.

And of course, I know better than to mess things up.

"Don't start now" I laid back on the bed as I crossed my hand behind me.

"Well I am starting now, I think I deserve everything that goes on with you! You don't tell me anything untill I find out from someone else"

"It's because I have a lot on my mind" I said as I relaxed further.

"Look at you, you don't even seem to care about what I'm saying"

"I'm listening to you, aren't I?" This woman drives me crazy.

"No you're not!"

"I am listening to you" I looked at her to ensure that she believes me.

"Are you still seeing those girls"

No, we can't be at it again.

"What girls Grace?"

"Don't start with me, don't even try to act dumb about it, you know what I'm talking about"

I sighed and sat up, if I don't listen her now she will start shouting and my mom will do the job of reminding me of her importance.

"Okay, in listening"

"Why didn't you tell me about the party" she asked crossing her hand.

Funny that we are having this argument because of a party, that she shouldn't care about.

"That's because you are not invited"

"What!" She exclaimed glaring at me

"N-no, I don't mean it that way"

By now tears was rolling down her eyes.

Why do girls have to be this dramatic.

"What do you mean then"

"It's a party for their anniversary, even I will not be present for the party, it's the age grade that will be attending, I'm sure mom forgot to tell you that part" I explained, even though I am not sure if I have feelings for this girl or not, I just don't see myself trying to hurt her intentionally, she might be aggressive sometimes but God knows she has a good heart.

"You are lying to me I can tell"

"What? But I'm telling you the truth"

I could see that she believed me a little because she was trying to wipe her tears with the back of her hand, but her eye pencil had smeared on her face already.

It is at this point that my mom would talk heaven and earth if she sees what is happening, she says I don't know how to treat women right.

"I'm sorry" i apologizing should do, if not, we would spend the entire night talking about the party.

In a minute she was okay and was taking like she was not crying.

The opposite gender never cease to amaze me.

My thoughts drifted back to Raven again, o wondered what kind of work she was into before this. I must have saved her ass by employing her, but why did I?

After she left she kept crossing my mind.

I had seen her only but a few minutes but I remembered perfectly the way she looked.

Maybe it was her guts, she spoke to me like it wasn't my office she was in.

I know I had hurt her feelings by my words but still, u have to give it to her.

She isn't like other girls, it was almost like she didn't care about how I saw her physical, infact for a moment it crossed my mind that she might have thought that I would interview her with my eyes covered.

She did care at all.

She knew she had the potentials and that was all that mattered to her.

The other girls would come with their bodies, I can remember a day that this particular girl was beautifully dressed, she wore beautiful heels and dress, but came without her files.

I wondered what I was to do.

Those kind of girls have no future, because men like us ruin them.

"What are you thinking about" again, I am being interrupted.

"Nothing, there's nothing on my mind"

If I had a choice I would have said no when she said she was sleeping over

But my mom had welcomed the idea with a warm smile before I should protest.

"If you say so" she said, going back to her phone.

At the time I thought she would be quiet, she spoke up again.

"That girl I saw at your office who is she?" If she didn't want to sound disturbed by it, she is doing a bad job, her gaze didn't leave her phone but her voice sold her off.

"That is my assistant" I said, equally not meeting her gaze.

I kept my head straight up, waiting for her to spurt out what was on her mind.

"Since when"

"Just a few weeks"

"You know that's not what I mean" now she is looking bat me like I have hurt her on the face

What else does she mean.

"What do you mean then?

"I'm asking you when you stopped picking girls who are sluts to be your assistant"

"Oh that, same answer, weeks ago"

"And where did you find her" that is definitely a sense of jealousy I smell there, but of what, he she isn't that hot then why should she be bothered

"I didn't find her Grace, she came to look for work, just like any other person that has been my assistant" I explained.

"Mm"

I looked at her and almost laughed.

"Are you sure you are ok?" I asked to be sure, I can't afford for my mom to start her session with me.

"I am"

Okay then

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I have sacked over ten of my assistants, mainly for their incompetency.

All of them were hoes, maybe that's why I have an excuse to employing Raven.

This time around I am saying unemployed her for the brains.

I myself is hoping so.

Again today she is late, I looked at my watch to confirm the time before getting to do other things.

We have meeting few hours from now, I hope she isn't planning on getting sacked on her first task.

A soft knock came at my door.

"Come in"

It better be Raven..

The door opened and I saw a hot figure staring at me.

What is all this, what is she doing to me?

Am I being seduced without my knowing?

The black dress she had on clunged to her skin like an extra one.

Every curve that she had being hiding under that terrible clothing of hers was now clad for me for me to see.

Fuck, did I say she doesn't have the body?

Well I was very wrong, she isn't huge, but her curves are loudly speaking for her.

I felt my pants become tight as c**k strained to b set free.

I should stop looking, maybe that will help my d**k to stop reacting...

Say something, just anything.

But it's not what I want to do.

What I want, is to push her against the wall, pull that tight sexy thing above her thighs and pound into her, right against the wall.

Swallowing her moans with my kisses.

I bet she must be so f*****g tight.

Fuck Ethan

What has gotten into you.

I'm probably just used to f*****g my assistants, that should be the reason.

"I should get used to you coming late, it seems" I said, trying to sound as normal as ever, being the asshole that I am.

"I'm sorry sir, I was stuck in traffic"

Is it.

Or you were taking your time, trying to get the attire to put me in the position I am in now

If she dresses like this when we get to Paris, I would run mad.

"Pack your things, tomorrow we will be flying to Paris" I told her.

And as I knew, she looked like I told her that she will be executed tomorrow.

It wasn't like i was asking her to come with me because she has no choice, but when she finally agreed, I noticed she didn't want me to come to her house.

Whatever the reason is its cool by me.

It was time for the meeting, but I still had a bulge in my pants.

I should be trying to hide it, but no, I wanted her to see it, to see what she is doing to me, but would she notice? She seem so naive.

I stood up immediately I thought about it, I walked up to her, and bod course, as I thought she didn't notice it, instead she seemed nervous.

"You should dress like this more often, it makes you hot"

After saying that I left her to herself in my office, but I didn't miss her gasping, and the cough that followed.

I should enjoy this.

I'm glad because the meeting was a success, but how could I possibly miss the show set for me by my assistant and my supposed client.

What was she thinking?

Now I get it.

She always dressed like a nun, what then happened today.

She suddenly decided that she wanted to be hot?

It all makes sense, while I was busy been the horny bastard I am, I failed to understand the reason for her actions.

She is like all of them after all, all she wants is to seduce men into liking her.

But who would ever like someone like her.

All she wants is fame and popularity, if not, why would she show her self off to Raphael like that.

They are all the same, the all just come in different ways.

"I don't know what you are talking about" she defended, after I had confronted her.

I'm not buying that, I didn't expect her to succumb to her deeds did I?

After the whole conversation, she looked hurt, like I had insulted her.

The guts, she is glad that I didn't fire her.

I was angry, but deep inside, I knew I had this feeling that I didn't want to attend to.

Because it shouldn't be there....