CHAPTER 29 - JANE
I stare blankly at him as he gives a husky chuckle strolling to his chair. He pushes it back and slides into it, crossing his legs. I don't bother sitting, so I just remain standing and staring at him.
His smirk is flirtatious as he boldly undresses me with his eyes. His eyes linger longer on my lips and he bites his lower lip.
"So tell me, what's it gonna be?" His husky, deep voice reverberates in the room. My skin flushes from the heat growing between us.
"Please, Sir. Why don't we talk about this again? Hear me out, please. I don't think·"
"You're not supposed to think, Jane!" He cuts in, impatiently. "I'm not making an impossible proposal here, so don't make things difficult."
"More than you already did?" I ask calmly, but my nerves are ripping apart.
"I think you got the wrong conception about my proposal, Jane. I'm not making things difficult. On the contrary, I'm here to give you a smooth ride in life." He pushes open the drawer and takes out a checkbook.
I watch him scribble something on a page and then he looks up at me. His eyes are twinkling with lust.
"Is forty million dollars enough cash to show you how damn serious I am about you?" He asks.
My ears tingle at the amount he just said. For – forty million dollars? That's like…My God. I can't even imagine how huge the money is. Why the hell is he giving me forty million dollars just to fuck me? Is he that serious or is he just flaunting his money in my face? Is he trying to prove that he can buy me, just like he buys everything he craves for?
"I'm not exactly sure what the hell is going on in your mind, but let me say this again. I want you, Jane. I want to fuck you as hard and fast and slow as I can. I want to own you. I want you to always be there when I need you. I fucking want you, Jane. Is that clear enough or do I need to say more?"
I'm utterly speechless by his confession. How does he not have any shame? Isn't he supposed to be married? He's not even divorced yet and I'm not sure he's planning to get a divorce. How could he be so bold about his incredulous offer? How is he this much of an asshole?!
"I'm sorry, Sir, but I can't…"
"You can't or you won't?" He seethes, growing furious. "Tell me, Jane. What exactly are you saying?"
I gulp nervously, grabbing a handful of my gown. I've never been this nervous and confused in a long while. I don't know what to say to make this situation right. But accepting the cash just doesn't feel like the right thing to do.
"If this isn't enough cash, then I'll triple the amount. Get you a car. An apartment of your own so you don't have to squat with your friend. Give you a raise. Appoint you as one of the major stakeholders of the company so you don't have to work as a secretary anymore. Give you one of my private jets. Take you to my island…"
"That's enough, Sir, please." I snap, covering my ears with my hands. It's tempting listening to him spell out his offers. It's too damn tempting that I might just sell my soul to the devil and accept the offer.
"Why? Are you scared you might end up accepting it?" He stands and stalks me. Standing so close to me made my heartbeat peak. "Then do it. Accept my offer, Jane."
I open my mouth to say something but no words leave my mouth. Saying no feels too hard, but accepting doesn't feel too easy either.
I feel stuck at a crossroads, unsure of the right reply to his offer.
June's words find their way into my mind and I'm reflecting on them again. Do I really have nothing to lose by accepting this offer? Is this the big break I've been wishing for all my life?
"Jane," he breathes out, teasing the fabric around my cleavage. His fingers graze my cleavage and I gasp. "Don't keep me waiting."
"Sir…"
"Jerry." He grins, resting his fingers under my chin and tilting my head with them. "Call me Jerry. I mean, if I'm gonna be fucking you soon, I would want you to get comfortable around me."
I gulp harder, as hot beads of sweat settle on my forehead. I try to call him by his first name and it feels too heavy in my mouth.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. But I can't…"
"Maybe this will ease you up a bit." He says and leans in, placing his lips on mine.
I barely had the time to react to his kiss when a loud thud tears us apart.
"What the hell is going on here?!" A female shriek startles me and I'm forced to turn my head to the doorway.
"Oh, My God…" It's his wife. The cold, stiff Mrs. Jerry Klint. What's she doing here?
'It's her husband's office, stupid,' my subconscious taunts me.
That's true. She has every right to be here. I'm the one who has no right to be in here, or to be latched on to her husband the way I am.
I quickly move away from him, lowering my gaze in embarrassment. I can't meet her eyes or I might go up in flames from the fury building in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?! This is my office, not your walk-in closet!" My boss yells at her. I can't believe how unbothered he is about the fact that he was just caught cheating.
"Is this the whore you've been fooling around with?!" His wife yells angrily. "Is she the reason why you've refused to touch me? Is she the one satisfying your sexual urges?"
"So what if she's the one?!" My boss snaps. "I have the right to fuck any woman I want. So don't you dare think I'm gonna explain shit to you. Get out!"
I'm quivering uncontrollably at the spot I'm standing. I want to run out of here but I'm too scared to move. I'm so scared, especially after listening to my boss insinuate that he's already been fucking him. He just made her believe I'm his mistress when I haven't even accepted his offer.
Lost in thought, I don't hear her footsteps come closer to me until she grabs my hair in a tight grip.
"You whore! How dare you come any close to my husband?!" She wails, pulling me harder. Her grip is too tight that I can't release my hair from her torture.
"Ma'am, please. Let me go. I'm not fucking your husband and I don't have any plans to…"
"Liar!" She hits my face hard, making me shut my eyes in pain. "I just caught you two kissing and you have the nerve to lie to me? Do you think I'm a fool?!"
"Ma'am, please. You have to believe me." I sob, desperately trying to release her grip.
"That's enough!" My boss finally says a word. He takes off her grip on my hair and I'm free. I run out of the office, refusing to stop and listen to whatever he's saying.
I grab my bag from my desk and get into the elevator, leaving the company's premises in tears. I'm never returning here again. To hell with his proposal and his hungry dick. I'm never coming back here, ever!