36. I’m Sorry, Princess
I’M SORRY, PRINCESS
CHELSEA
T urns out, Sean was incredibly serious.
My eyes widened when I stepped out of the elevator, marveling at the hallway of his firm. I saw a few employees straighten up in their cubicles when Sean walked past them, their eyebrows raising when they saw where his hand was.
On my lower back.
I cleared my throat and tried to step away, but he frowned and pulled me back closer.
Looking down at the polished flooring, I cringed at my shoes.
They were muddy, while his shoes were shiny and clean.
Even our attire was completely different.
While he was dressed in a suit, I was in jeans and a white top.
Everyone else was also in formal attire.
I felt too young and inexperienced beside him. I had the sudden urge to go back to the elevator or hide myself in the storage room.
His pouty lips and soft voice had made me reluctantly accept his request to visit his office. But what have I done?
“You’ve already met Derek, and Paige is our assistant. She’s very scary,” he whispered in my ear when we walked closer to the huge corner office space separated into two rooms and a cubicle where a lady was working.
She looked up, seeing us approach, and gave Sean a stink eye. “You’re late for the investors’ meeting,” she said in a clipped voice and stood up. Slowly.
My lips parted when I saw her bump. Paige was extremely pregnant. I was surprised she was still working.
“Hi, I’m Chelsea,” I said with a small smile.
Her expression changed when she laid eyes on me. Her eyes beamed as she walked closer, clasping my hands. “Chelsea, it’s so nice to meet you!” Her tone was high-pitched, and I wanted to crochet a baby blanket for her. I already liked her. “I’m Paige.”
“You never smile at me like that,” Sean remarked, huffing at her and crossing his arms.
She glared at him. “You stole my banana milk.”
“That was three years ago!” He gasped. “And I bought you a yearly subscription of the milk.”
I tried to hide my giggle, but they both turned to me, making me cough. Sean narrowed his eyes at me while Paige grinned and hugged me side-ways.
“I’m keeping her,” she said.
I swear I saw Sean’s eye twitch, his hand wrapping around my waist. “She’s mine,” he said, as if she had stolen his favorite toy.
It was amusing to see the comical side of Sean with others. I knew he was playful with me, but I didn’t think he would act this way with his employees. I assumed he would be strict, but it was nice to see this side of him at his workplace.
“ Oh, I see ,” Derek said, walking out of the office holding a paper. He said it as if that was a usual scene for him. “You’re playing tug-of-war with our new assistant without me?”
“Stay out of it.”
I jumped, seeing Paige and Sean snap at him in unison before each grabbed my arm. I let out a nervous chuckle and looked at Derek, hoping he would understand my plea for help.
“ Kids ,” he muttered underneath his breath, and showed the paper to Paige. “Can you help me with this? Court sent us this for the…”
Paige asked me to have lunch with her before she walked to Derek’s office, leaving me with Sean in the hallway. He was still holding my arm.
“Sean.” He looked at me. I nodded at his hand. “You can let go now.”
“ Never ,” he replied and dragged me to his office.
The office was bathed in natural light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a view of the city skyline.
The sleek, modern decor featured a palette of deep walnut wood and gleaming black marble.
A massive mahogany desk anchored the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of a minimalist chandelier overhead.
Who the hell has a chandelier in their office?
“This is where you’ll be working,” he said, pointing to the smaller desk placed in front of the shelves. It was perfect for assistant work, with a laptop and swivel chair.
“So this is where the magic happens,” I said, making my way to his desk.
The buttery smoothness of the black leather executive chair looked inviting. I plopped down, sighing at the comfort of being cradled by soft leather. The desk’s surface was cool to the touch, with a textured fabric of the rug beneath my feet.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you, Princess?” He whispered, leaning over the desk, his eyes full of mirth.
“You may address me as Ms. Rose,” I said, raising my chin. “What is your issue? Were you drunk driving, Mr. Tae?” I stood up, keeping a hand on my hip, and stared down at him. His lips curled at the corner when I continued, “Or were you having an affair with you mistress and your wife caught you?”
“I’m not married, Ms. Rose,” he replied in a serious manner, playing along with me.
I hummed, walking around the desk and pushing him down on the chair. He watched me silently when I wrapped his tie around my hand and pulled him closer. “ Good ,” I whispered. “Very good.”
“I’m here for your counsel,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Tae,” I said, straddling him in the chair and cupping his cheek. He had shaved that morning, and I loved how delicious he smelled. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck. “I will take very good care of you. And your counseling.”
The bracelet he had gifted me shimmered in the sunlight as I leaned closer to kiss him. I hummed when he let me take the lead, claiming his lips in a soft kiss and savoring the warmth of his body.
“You’re driving me crazy, Princess,” he said between our kisses, his hands gliding down my back to squeeze my ass and pull me closer.
I gasped when I felt the hard boner poking right over my crotch, making me whimper in his mouth. He swallowed it with a growl before topping me from the bottom and taking over the kiss, which had started in gentle rhythm and soon turned full of heated passion.
“ Sean ,” I moaned when he slammed me down on his desk, pushing off all the papers and pens. They clattered to the ground—their sound muffled by the rug.
He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. “Call me Daddy, Princess,” he said, undoing his tie. “We are alone in my office. You’re my naughty little Princess in here.”
“ Daddy ,” I said, licking my lips and leaning up on the cold desk to unzip his pants. “I need you to fuck me.”
My eyes widened when he visibly got bigger, his bulge making me shiver. Jesus, what have I done?
Sean groaned and removed my hand from his pants. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” I asked, yelping when he flipped me onto my stomach. He bent me over his desk and lowered my jeans in one swift move.
“You know I care for you, right, Princess?” He asked, his voice strained.
I nodded. “I know, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice on edge. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”