CHAPTER 3
Malvern watched as Wynter stormed off and hailed a cab. He stood there, transfixed, until the vehicle disappeared from view. Feeling dismayed, he trudged back to the restaurant, remembering he hadn't paid the bill. However, as a regular patron, it wasn't a concern.
Upon entering, he headed straight to the cashier. The lady, attempting to initiate a conversation, said, "Looks like you had a fight with that one. I think she's not interested, if you know what I mean."
Malvern wasn't in the mood for small talk. "I'd advise you to mind your own business, unless you want to risk losing your job," he warned sternly before leaving.
The cashier was taken aback, surprised by Malvern's aggressive tone. "Guess she's special," she thought to herself.
Malvern got into his car and drove to work, his thoughts consumed by Wynter. Her image kept flashing in his mind, and he couldn't shake off the feeling. However, he recalled how irritated she was with him, remembering the disgusted expression she made when he touched her earlier. He also recalled the slap she gave him when he grabbed her hand.
"Damn, I need to stop overthinking this," he muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car and into the large company building.
Blord Archer is the founder and CEO of Pinnacle Holdings, a diversified Luxury Real Estate Development, conglomerate based in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
As the Vice CEO of Pinnacle Holdings, Malvern Archer is a prominent figure in Toronto's Real Estate Development He's known for his charm, business acumen, and ability to create unforgettable experiences.
As Malvern made his way to his top-floor office, he received greetings from numerous women, all vying for his attention. the ones he'd possibly sexed without even knowing it .Their flirtatious behavior was a familiar sight, but it had grown tiresome.
"Gross," he muttered, slumping into his office chair.
Welcome sir "His secretary,entered ,unannounced . As usual, she's dressed in a sluty tight, revealing skimpy gown ,hung just above her ass check ,all this plays , just to entice him . While a Nineteen years old kid , barley thinks about him , not to think of acknowledge him .
Malvern acknowledged her with a curt "Morning, Kyler." He watched as she sashayed over to his desk, dropping a file in front of him. "What's this about?" he asked, picking up the file.
"It's the comprehensive file for Pinnacle Holdings' proposal. Your signature is required," Kyler explained, her fingers brushing against her boobs .
Malvern sighed inwardly accustomed to Kyler's overt flirtations as he watched her display,Despite their numerous sex and streamy encounters, he struggled to recall the specifics,he just couldn't recall the countless times he had sexed the woman standing right in front of him ,she gives herself to him freely like a burnt offering.
Malvern sighed inwardly, . "Okay, I'll review it. You can leave now," he said, turning his attention to the computer.
Kyler's face fell, her expectations unmet. Though she often initiated their encounters, she craved more than just physical intimacy. "Alright, sir..." she whispered, turning to leave.
She paused halfway to the door. "Sir, do you need anything else?"
Malvern's gaze remained fixed on the computer. "What do you propose offering me, Kyler?"
Kyler's voice took on a raw, sensual tone. "Do you need... a favour? , like a Blow Job , have become so perfect in it and I can make you feel better"She replied, sensually ,as her fingers traveled around her boobs .
A sly smirk spread across Malvern's face, but his eyes didn't leave the screen. "I appreciate your proposal, Kyler, but I don't require that at the moment. When I do, I'll let you know."
Kyler's face lit up with a secretive smile. "Can I... kiss you, then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malvern's gaze finally met hers. "Why?"
Kyler's eyes sparkled. "I just feel like it, and I wish you'd let me."
“That's not enough reasons,for me to let you do that "He replied , keenly .
“So... what do you want me to do ?"She replied, gently.
He sighed deeply.“ Leave Kyler,when I need you I'll let you know, don't make this hard for you " .
Kyler kept her face down ,as she exits the room ,she and her boss has being the the Erotic relationship for months now ,but he'd never showed any sign of interest in her and it broke her up so badly .
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Wynter arrived at her workplace, still seething with anger from earlier. She worked at a store in a large shopping mall but had recently been transferred to work in the main mall, responsible for restocking shelves for sales. After changing into her uniform, she began her shift.
Tyler, her colleague, approached her for a chat. "Hey, Wynter, I didn't think you'd make it to work today," she said with a smile.
Wynter's gaze turned icy; she held Tyler partly responsible for her earlier encounter with Malvern. "Is there ever a day I miss work?" Wynter replied coolly.
Tyler backpedaled. "No, that's not what I meant."
Wynter ignored her, continuing to stock the shelves. Tyler tried again, her voice laced with excitement. "So, about that app, did you meet anyone interesting?"
Wynter's expression turned stern. "Tyler, installing that app yesterday should be the last time you try something like that with me. If you do it again, I'll have no choice but to report you to our manager."
Tyler was taken aback, though she had anticipated a reaction. She hadn't expected Wynter's response to be so blunt. "I'm sorry..." she whispered to herself.
•8:00 PM
Wynter let out a deep sigh as she collapsed into the chair beneath the tree, finally done with her first day of work at the mall. Still clad in her uniform, she felt exhausted from the non-stop shelving and catering to customers. "I definitely need a change," she thought, gazing up at the stars, which reminded her of her happy past and large family. Now, however, she was alone.
Her thoughts drifted back to the encounter with Malvern earlier that day, and the slap she'd given him.
"Hope I didn't overreact," she murmured, but she quickly shrugged off the guilt, placing the blame squarely on him.
As she sipped her red juice, Wynter glanced around, checking her watch. It was already past 8, which meant the security guard would soon arrive to lock up the store. She decided to hurry and pack her belongings, changing into her regular clothes.
As she quickened her pace, Wynter chose to pass through the main store, noticing a few lingering customers. With haste, she opened the door and collided with someone, spilling her juice onto their clothes.
"Shit... I'm so sorry!" Wynter apologized, scrambling to pick up the scattered belongings. Face down, she gathered the items, but the person remained motionless, as if transfixed.
Standing up, Wynter met the person's gaze, and her eyes locked onto the one individual she'd sworn never to cross paths with again. Malvern stared back at her, his expression unreadable.
"Malvern?" Wynter whispered, her voice laced with surprise.