Chapter 10

Iris stood in front of Cameron, patiently waiting for him to finish signing some documents so she could take them away.

While he was still signing, he raised his head to look at her, "Miss Iris,"

"Yes, Sir," She responded quickly, curious as to why he had called her name.

"This is my company, and I believe you know that I will not tolerate laziness from anyone. So, tell me, why were you ten minutes late to the office today?" He queried.

"I'm sorry, Sir," She started. "It's just, the distance from my house to the office is far, and there was traffic this morning. I'm truly sorry, Sir," With a polite tone, she apologized.

Cameron scoffed at her before putting down his pen and leaning back in his chair. He stared at her for a few seconds without saying anything.

"There was traffic? The distance from house is far to here? Do you think I'll accept that excuse?" He sneered at her.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't understand you," She admitted.

"You don't understand? You want me to accept your excuse that you arrived late to the office due to traffic and the far distance between your house and here? If distance is an issue, get up early or, better yet, quit," He advised her.

Iris's rage rushed up to her right away. She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, ready to burst.

"Sir, I wake up at six o'clock in the morning," She said calmly, trying to contain her anger.

"You get up at six o'clock? Then, if you don't want to be late, get up at four a.m. I get up earlier than that, and I'm the CEO, so why can't a secretary arrive at work before her boss? I don't want this to happen again, so consider this your first and final warning," He finished and then pointed to the documents on his desk, saying, "I'm done, you can take them,"

He then took up his phone and began to busy himself with it.

It took Iris a full minute to hold back the anger that was threatening to erupt as she picked the documents on his desk. Cameron, on the other hand, did not look up even as she left his office.

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Midas came out of his room to join Mrs. Grace for lunch in the dining room. The table was set, and he waited for her to arrive. The woman emerged from a room, holding her walking stick, and proceeded to the dining table.

Midas extended a gentle smile to her, which she returned, and then took a seat opposite him.

"I ate a while ago, but since you said you wanted to have lunch with me, I'll just sit and have a little," She told him.

"Byron promised to eat lunch with me today, but he's not home. I just wanted to eat with someone this afternoon," He explained softly.

"Well, you have me," she said, and they both laughed.

Luna came out to help serve the food, then quickly left.

"Oh! It's chicken pot pie," Midas exclaimed happily when he saw the food. Milk, vegetables, cheese, and other ingredients can be found in chicken pot pie.

They ate quietly.

"Michael still hasn't had his lunch. I think I'll have one of the ladies take it to him," Mrs. Grace said as they eat.

"Uhm, Nanny can I please take his food to him?" He asked an unexpected question.

"What? You want to take his food to him?" She asked, surprised.

"I was going to go up to his room before because I had a question for him. Anyway, since I'm going there, I'll bring it up to him. Is that all right?" He asked softly, his eyes searching her face for an answer.

"That's fine, since you're going up to his room," She agreed, and Midas smiled at her.

They continued to eat.

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Midas knocked twice on Michael's door but received no response, so decided to let himself in after standing at the door for about a minute with the tray of food.

As he opened the door, he heard the familiar melodies of a song playing, it was Collide by Justine Skye. He placed the tray of food on the room's table and turned around to look for Michael.

It was then he noticed the door to the en-suite bathroom was open, and as he moved closer, he noticed a transparent glass shower which Michael currently occupied.

Midas was rendered motionless by the sight of Michael's naked body.

Michael noticed him standing there, but he didn't react, instead finished his shower and wrapped himself in the towel before exiting the bathroom and entering the room.

"Why is your face red?" Michael asked as the distance between them got smaller.

Midas touched his cheeks and found them hot.

"Why didn't you close the door?" Midas stuttered, eyes fixes to the ground.

"Because I didn't expect anyone to come in here looking for me," Michael replied, smirking, his gaze fixed on Midas.

"You're making people feel uncomfortable in this way," Midas burst out, still not looking at him.

"Oh! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," He apologized, spurring Midas to look up.

They exchanged stares for a moment, the silence surrounding them, until Michael asked, "Why are you here?"

Midas took a step back from Michael as he realized what he was doing.

"I brought your food," He said, pointing to the table while still looking at his bodyguard.

"Thank you, but why are you bringing my food for me? I thought there were girls for this?" The bodyguard asked.

"Uh, I wanted to tell you..." He licked his lips, trying to focus on what the other man was saying, but the image of Michael's naked body kept flashing through his mind, and the distraction of an almost naked Michael played with his mind.

He hurried to the closet, grabbed a black top, and flung it at him.

"Could you please put this on?" he asked, his gaze averted.

Michael was amused at his reaction but quickly put on the top, which clung to him like a second skin. This drew Midas' attention back to him once again.

"With the way you're staring at me, you're going to rip some holes in my body," Michael joked.

"It's all your fault,"

"So why are you here?"

"Um, I'm having lunch with someone tomorrow. Can you give me a little time to see the person at the school restaurant before we go home?" He requested, and prayed in his head that it wouldn't be denied.

"I'll give you an hour," The bodyguard said.

"Thank you very much. I'm not going to use up to that," Midas said, then quickly darted out of the room.

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Midas on getting to his room, collapsed on his bed, as he had no more strength in him after seeing Michael.

Michael's body kept flashing back to his mind as he lay on his bed.

"Ha! Why? Why are you thinking about that right now, Midas?" He berated himself as he turned on his back, facing the ceiling.

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Byron couldn't find himself sleeping; he lay on his bed, lost in thoughts; he was staring out of space, relinquished in every dimension of human foresight.

{FLASHBACK}

They both entered the room together with their lips attached. Byron kissed Gina as If his life depended on the cherry taste on her lips.

Without breaking away from the intense French kiss, they led each other to the king-size bed.

He couldn't help the exclusive aroma coming from her skin; he broke away from the kiss and ran his nose on her skin to get the more delicate scent from Gina’s body-scented skin. It turns him on as he drops a little peck on each part of her groin area.

Gina moans softly as the sensation of Byron's breath gives a glimpse of goosebumps, and it makes her skin tingle in excitement; feeling her cookies wet inside her panties; she feels the wetness and the wants of every kiss Byron drops on her body.

Byron could not bear the erection he had already had on his trousers; he couldn't help the passion that his massive length had. He felt his dick dance in excitement. He quickly took off his shirt, and Gina did the same.

Byron gazed at the body in his front, which she was now in a single bra and panties. He moved his lips to plant another kiss on her, but this time around, it was a soft one.

He left her lips and moved to her collarbone, kissing her passionately with so much affection and devotion in each kiss; Gina let out a soft moan. He began again with her lips, and while kissing her, his hand went through her back.

The other hand cupped her chin as he kept exacerbating the kiss more and more. His hand finds a way to the hook of her bra in the middle of the kissing. He slowly takes it off with one hand.

Byron gazed at her with so much infatuation in his eyes. He stared at her eyes and down towards her body. Gina moved closer to him to kiss him, but unexpectedly, Byron stood up.

Gina, looking shocked by his sudden reaction, gently approached him as she pulled his face closer to herself and kissed him deeply without thinking of his impulsive action a while ago.

Byron couldn't help but take her off her feet and drop her in the middle of the bed. He took off his trousers and climbed onto the bed with her—another round of deep kissing as he lay her back on the bed without breaking the kiss.

Slowly Byron moved his lips to her body, planting a soft kiss on every part of her body and her left boob as he slowly and affectionately tugged on her left tit and repeated the same action with her right tit. This made Gina moan in pleasure as she rose to drag him closer to herself, kissing him with so much tenderness.

Byron broke the kiss once more and took off his underwear before leaning back at her to kiss her warm plus soft cherry-scented lips.

Slowly his hand went to her waist and took off her underwear also, In which she assisted him in taking it off quickly.

Byron looks at Gina amidst lust, passion, and eternal desire, seeking permission to continue, which Gina understood. Then, with a nod, she approves.

Byron then kisses her once more before using his index fingers to rub on Gina’s wetness. A moan escaped her lips as the same goes for Byron.

Suddenly, with an ultimate introduction, he rubs on his growling length before placing it in the middle of her entrance. With a massive stroke, he drove into the exciting bigamy of Gina’s flooding haven.

Byron moans at the pleasure he's receiving. Gina can't help the deliciousness of this sin; Byron is capitulating inside her honeypot.

He kissed her as she gasped, realizing that Byron's pace turned into a hard steamy stroke. This made her entrance yearns for more deep thrusting. She felt her eyes watery, watching Byron's eyes dance in the warmth of pleasure.

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The next morning, Byron awoke to find her up and sitting next to him, covered with a blanket. He sat up and opened his mouth, but she broke the silence before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry about everything that happened. I apologize for mistaking you for my boyfriend. We're both strangers, and I'd appreciate it if we could forget about what happened last night. You have half an hour to leave," She said to him as she stood up from the bed to enter the bathroom, the blanket wrapped around her body, leaving Byron alone on the bed in his underwear, half-naked.

"You only said yours, don't you think I have the right to say mine?"

She came to a halt at his words and turned around to face him.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to do anything with younger boys like you, that was something I should not have done in the first place. Last night I was drunk, and I apologized for using you to quench my thirst," She told him.

"Younger Boys? Are you ten or fifteen years older than I am? And, in this generation, who cares about age? And you had to bring up the subject of boyfriend. With the way in which he treated you? Isn't he the cause of all of this? And now, after what happened last night, you want me to forget about it and return to your so-called boyfriend. What about me and my feelings?" He asked her with a look of regret and sadness on his face.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to make what happened last night a memory. It was only a one-night stand,"

"Not for me!" Byron yelled at her. "How dare you call it a one-night stand after how you made me feel?"

"I have never felt like this before in my life and you expect me to accept it as a one-night stand? I tried to resist you. I remember I did and for the first time in my life, you are the first person I held myself back with. I don't want to touch you further last night, but you led me on. And now you called it a one-night stand?" He asked angrily.

Gina couldn't say anything as she was too stunned to speak. She stared at him, and he did the same, waiting for her to respond.

. {End of flashback}

Byron tossed all over his bed for a while before sitting in his bed, his hand going through his hair as he let out a deep sigh.

"What have I got myself into?" He questioned himself aloud.