Chapter 7 #2
I bit my lip, embarrassed. I wanted to refuse, but my hand grabbed my phone anyway, angling it toward the mirror. I took several shots until I found one I liked and sent it.
I deliberately cropped my face out of the photo, leaving just my chin.
My lips looked blood-red. I hadn't turned on all the lights—in the dim glow, the apron didn't even cover my ass.
My hand partially blocked the view, but in the photo, it looked like I was arching my back, teasing him.
The girl in that picture looked bold. I barely recognized myself.
"My princess, you're really..." he said.
His words made my heart jump into my throat.
Then he sent a photo. "I'm hard. Be a good girl. Help me out."
My body went weak. I sagged against the wall, gasping. It took me a while to type back, "How do I help?"
"Put your hand on your chest."
My ears burned with a mix of shame and arousal. I didn't know what to do. Imagining Andrei saying these things out loud, his expression—my rationality was burning away. All I wanted was to respond, to follow his lead.
It didn't matter. We'd already done the most intimate things, hadn't we?
One simple excuse, and my reason evaporated completely.
Desire guided my hand to cover my own breast. My breast pressed against my palm—soft, warm. My heartbeat pounded through my ribs into my hand. Fast.
"Done," I typed with one hand.
"Rub it."
I closed my eyes, fingers slowly kneading my nipple. It hardened under the stimulation.
My breathing got heavy.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"My chest feels... weird." I typed, fingers barely cooperating.
"Just your chest?"
I didn't answer. My hand was already moving down on its own.
I reached the edge of my panties. Hooked a finger under the fabric, lightly stroking between my legs. Just from Andrei's words, wetness had already soaked my inner thighs.
"Tell me." Another message.
"Down there too."
"Touch it."
"Good girl. Show me your desire, like the other night."
His words had magic in them. My finger obeyed his command, pressing lightly on my clit. Warm. Already swollen.
My finger circled my clit gently. My body trembled. I bit my lip to muffle my breathing. If Elena found out about this, what would she think of me?
The thought came too suddenly. But it didn't stop me—it made my body even more sensitive. Like every sensation had been amplified tenfold.
Forbidden pleasure shot from my clit straight to my brain. My whole body tingled. I let out a soft, low moan, then immediately covered my mouth.
My hand stopped. I listened hard for any sound from the other side of the wall. Nothing. Just the hum of the AC.
My phone screen lit up.
"Keep going."
I was losing my mind. Could he actually see me? How did he know? For a second, I almost looked around the room to check for hidden cameras.
I bit my lower lip, my finger resuming its motion. I circled slowly outside my folds until I was so wet I couldn't feel my finger anymore. Then I slid it inside.
The overwhelming satisfaction forced a moan from my throat. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes glued to my phone screen.
"Princess, tell me how it feels."
"I want more." I struggled to type with one hand, broken moans spilling from my throat. I bit my lip hard.
"Imagine that's my hand," he messaged.
My eyes half-closed. I pictured his hands. Long fingers, defined knuckles, veins raised on the back. Those hands had been inside me once, carrying an irresistible force, pushing me over the edge.
My body tensed all at once. My toes curled. Wetness poured from between my legs. Pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. I felt like I was in heaven, moaning without restraint.
In the final moment of climax, I almost saw Andrei on top of me, buried between my legs, thrusting one last time, reaching that obliterating peak together.
"Don't worry. For the patients' rest, the soundproofing between rooms is excellent." That was a message Andrei had sent three minutes ago. I'd just seen it.
It took me a while to recover.
My legs were still weak, but I forced myself to walk to the bathroom and cleaned up with a tissue.
I picked up my phone. He'd sent another message.
"Did you come?"
I pressed my lips together, typed a few words, deleted them, and finally sent just one. "Yes."
"Want me to come to you now?"
I checked the time. Ten-thirty. My rationality had returned—stronger than before, even.
I had work tomorrow. Elena had tests in the morning. I needed to be up at six to help her wash up.
"Next time," I replied. "Too late tonight. My sister needs me. And I have work tomorrow."
He didn't push. Just sent: "Good night, princess. Tomorrow, I have a surprise for you."
A surprise? I didn't need more. Elena's safety was the best gift I could receive.
I turned off my phone and sat at the table in the caregiver's room with the stew I'd reheated in the microwave.
Everything that had just happened proved I'd lost my mind. I'd sexted with Andrei while my sister was in the next room.
Even more proof—I didn't regret it at all. There was even a secret kind of happiness, like a kid who'd stolen candy.
The next morning, I helped Elena wash up. After her morning checkup, I left the hospital.
The subway was packed. I got squeezed between two guys in suits, hand gripping the overhead rail, brain still replaying last night. I almost missed my stop.
Gray Advertising looked the same as always, but something felt off the second I walked in. Cindy poked her head out from behind the reception desk, her expression strange.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Didn't you check your email?" She lowered her voice. "The boss called an all-hands meeting for ten. Everyone has to be there. No excuses."
My heart lurched.
"Do you know what it's about?" I tried to keep my voice steady.
Cindy shook her head, platinum hair swishing. "No idea."
I walked to my desk and sat down. During the few seconds my computer booted up, my fingers drummed on the desk.
Around me, coworkers whispered. Someone guessed the company was going bankrupt.
Someone else said we'd lost a major client.
Another joked that Thomas was finally getting hair plugs for his bald spot.
I didn't join in. I just stared at the time on my screen, watching it jump from 9:50 to 9:55, then 9:59.
Ten o'clock. Cindy's voice crackled over the intercom. "Everyone to the main conference room."
My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.
Only mass layoffs warranted an all-hands meeting like this. And after everything that had happened... Thomas would fire me on the spot.
But it wasn't my fault. Why was I the one being punished?
I walked toward the conference room, defeated.
But when I got there, a familiar face appeared—so unexpected I couldn't process it. Before I could react, I was wrapped in a sense of safety.
Andrei. What was he doing here?