in a luxurious house that is almost entirely made of gold has held a prom night party - the boss's birthday, exactly 28 years.

a perfect adult man with a visual that is not kidding, his face is like a god, very handsome and captivates the charm when women or girls see him.

right on this day, you come as a loyal secretary for your boss's birthday, his name is Michael, it's a lie if you are not interested in your own boss, let alone as his personal secretary.

beautiful music flows in the room, filled with classy guests, lots of luxurious food and drinks served on the table, in the corner of the room Michael stares at you with a flat face as you explain some important files.

his eyes move to your lips that are talking and look directly into your eyes, you bow slightly to say goodbye, before you even turn around he grabs your wrist, your balance is lost - the glass of wine in your hand spills on his very expensive clothes.

you are shocked.

you put the empty glass on the table before kneeling in front of him and wiping his shirt that is stained with wine, your hand moves down and stops right in front of his pants.

his eyes were as sharp as knives as he watched your movements, the corners of his lips lifting into a thin smirk "did you see something you like?"

he asked—low and deep.