Chapter 7: Your new boss (5)

"What's that supposed to mean huh?"

Finding it difficult to keep his cool anymore, Jeremy stood up and lashed out, clearly disturbed by Lucia's statement.

Feeling like a child who got wronged, Jeremy yelled at the top of his voice.

"Yeah, you're thirsty for revenge but must you go down with it huh? Is that what you wanna do? No, tell me?"

"If everyone died while revenging would anyone be left in this world? Do you even care about me? What I'll feel, what I'll go through once you leave..."

"Are you so engrossed in this revenge that you don't mind dying and leaving me behind? You're so hard-headed! Can't you put me first in a situation like this? Huh?"

Lucia was taken aback by Jeremy's behavior, beads of sweat filled his face as he yelled out in anger but the latter was resolute.

Tears streamed down Lucia's bloodshot eyes, and with different emotions swirling within her, she dressed up and left the house at once.

Jeremy gulped down water and wiped off the sweat on his head while trying to calm down. Finding it difficult to cool off, Jeremy knocked out the glass cups on the dining table.

With fury, he picked up the shards and held them tightly with his hands, thereby making blood gush out but he was still and aloof with no ounce of pain written on his face.

Tears trickled down his eyes as he rested his back on the floor with different thoughts running through his mind.

* A hidden warehouse downtown*

"How did it go?" A domineering voice questioned.

Switching on her AirPods, Amber replied swiftly. "Nothing new for now, but everything's going as planned"

"Good, keep me posted!"

"Yes, Dr."

* Movie concepts*

Amber majestically walked out of the restroom and behaved as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. She got to the design department and met tons of her fellow staff's sewing different patterns with different materials.

She inspected each table and marveled at the beautiful designs they created.

In a bid to feed her eyes, she strode over to the pattern park (Note: Pattern park is a name for the pattern department in Movie concepts) and saw a few of the professional pattern creators in Santa Monica CA.

Liam had personally hired these influential people who knew their onions to work for Movie concepts for 6 months. During their stay, they'd cut and craft out different patterns for the design department to sew.

These costumes would be used in the Hollywood blockbuster movies, Avatar (the way of water) and The Avengers end game.

Hiring prominent pattern creators was all he needed to deliver and become the renowned costume company in Santa Monica CA. Being aware of how much these individuals are worth, Amber decided to tread carefully and avoided them like a plague.

She pushed the door open and walked in but they were all oblivious to her presence. The few who saw her, acted as though no one entered.

Scanning their faces one after the other, Amber could tell that they were experts at what they do. They all had unreadable expressions on their faces but they looked heartbreakingly adorable.

One of them caught her attention and she felt a tingling sensation beneath her waist. Using routine checks as an excuse, Amber strode over to where he was and stopped.

He was bald, broad-chested, full of beards, and physically built. He had small pink lips and veins all over his hands.

Unimaginable thoughts filled Amber's mind, she found it difficult to think straight as the fire beneath her increased more.

A fair-skinned guy who sat beside this dark guy, gently tapped Amber, drawing her back from her world of imagination.

"You okay?" He asked with concern written on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. I am. I'm fine" Amber replied shyly and quickly pretended to be counting only what no one knew.

The dark guy turned around and stared at her differently, after a while, he focused on what he was doing.

Amber hurriedly left Pattern park and shut the door behind her, while trying to cool down.

Feeling much better, Amber walked back to her desk and started working on the computer.

*The inner room*

Joanne walked over and grabbed his thick man. Quickly, she licked the tip while massaging his balls, feeling utmost pleasure, Liam stiffened and spread his arms on the chair.

She held it tightly with her right hand and focused on the tip, she suckled on it as though it were a lollipop from a good friend.

Unable to control himself anymore, Liam gently placed her mouth on his thick man and jerked up a bit, so she can take in his full length.

Joanne looked resolute and deep-throated him. Moving her head up and down his thick man. She increased her tempo and took him deeper and deeper till her lips kissed his balls.

It looked like the end but then she continued, going deeper and faster, increasing her rhythm to the highest volume, going in and out at a rapid pace, with no bumps or intentions of stopping.

Liam stiffened as the warm feeling from her mouth engulfed him. He could feel himself getting to the edge, the edge of her throat, going deeper and deeper as though she was going to swallow him.

Breathing heavily, Joanne, gasped for air after pulling out. Her black mascara left a long black line at the corners of her eyes due to the tears that slid out while in motion.

Liam was still in a frenzy. Never had he derived such pleasure from a blowjob. The sex earlier wasn't so much fun because she wasn't reacting to it which left him with no other choice but to whip her, thereby causing so much pain.

"OMG!!" Liam exclaimed with so much happiness and excitement. Never had a girl excited him so much with just just a blowjob, at this point, he was hellbent on keeping Joanne.

"From today, you're my whore and I'm still your new boss!"

With a change of expression on his face, Liam spoke seriously leaving Joanne utterly speechless.

Ignoring what he said, she felt more heat within her and fondled her breasts while biting her lips.

Liam smirked as he seemed to have understood what her actions meant.

Without further ado, Joanne got...