Elara was sure she was going to be scolded by her boss, she walked slowly to the manager's office with her head looking at her shoes.
"lock the door" the manager said as soon as he felt her presense in his office.
He knew Elara quite well, she was a regular and consitent work who do all the typing works in the company. he studied her face and let out a sigh
"We have been informed that you haven't been doing your job lately" he said nonchalantly and focused on his laptop
Elara eyes widened
"I don't unde---"
"The next time i will get complaints about you, then consider kissing this company a goodbye." he cut her off without looking at her
"Leave" he ordered
Elara cheek burned hard, her eyes were red, holding back the urge to cry, she quitely left his office and head back to her department where she saw files hipped on her decks
she bit and nibbled her lips, how could she type thousands of files and workers dare complain that she does literally nothing in the company.
She stood there looking at her decks with tears treathening to fall from her eyes
At the apartment
Mira's laughter rang across the apartment, high-pitched and bright, as she twirled toward the front door. The knock had been soft but certain, and she didn't even need to check who it was. She already knew.
Her boyfriend—Damian—stood tall in the hallway, a suit jacket folded neatly over one arm, the other hand holding a bouquet of white lilies wrapped in silky paper. His presence always carried a kind of polished authority, the aura of a man who belonged in expensive offices and marble-tiled restaurants, not cramped apartment hallways.
"Surprise," he said with a crooked smile, handing her the flowers.
Mira squealed, burying her face into the lilies, the petals brushing against her cheeks as she inhaled the faint sweetness. "You didn't have to," she said, though her voice was soft, indulgent, as though she thrived on this sort of attention.
"I wanted to," he replied smoothly, leaning down to press his lips against hers.
"I missed you" she murmured
"I missed you too" he said and hugged her
She withdrew from the tight hug and his eyes fell on her hard standing nipples, he gulped and turned away
"Your apartment is nice, its been a month since i last visited you and there's a lot of changes already" he said and walked around
Mira followed him, holding his hands tightly and hugging him from behind.
He faced her, she looked tempting even without makeup.
He grabbed her neck and pulled her for a kiss, he started by kissing her in a row until her lips parted a little. He sucked her lower lips and she did the same
His hands roamed on her body, touching her breast and butt cheeks until she started moaning softly in his ears. He pressed her back on the wall and stared deeply into her eyes
"Do you want this too?" he asked and bumped his head on hers
she nodded without breaking eye contact, he leaned in for a kiss this time, he slide his tongue inside her mouth leaving her breathless.
"Mmmn" Mira moaned and unbuckled his belt. The sound made him harder as he patiently waited for her hands to grab his hard dick
"fuck!" he cursed under his breathe as he continued kissing her hungrily and then he felt her warm hands touching his dick inside his pants
"Yes baby, mmn, dont stop please" he begged
Her legs were weak due to the kisses, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist never breaking their kisses
He traced her neck and jawline with his tongue, he sat on the couch and made her straddle him, he withdrew from the kiss and stared at her, he really wanted her mouth on his dick
"Mira fuck me, please" he said desperately
Mira stood up and knelt in front of him, she released his long hard length and rubbed the head of him, she watched him let his head fall backwards
she stick out her tongue and rubbed it on the cap
"Fuck!" he cursed
She let him enter her mouth, her mouth going up and down in rythm, she pulled back and stared at him, she couldn't see his face well, he looked like he was resisting so much
she sucked his dick again and this time his moan was louder
He thrust his hips and his dick went inside her throat, he began to sweat, he held the back of her head and guide her making her move faster
After some minutes of the pleasure, Mira bacame tired
"Fuck..... Mi.. ra, i am coming" he said as his organism splashed on her face
"Oh damn, baby, i am so sorry." he apologised and cleaned her face with his shirt
he kissed her forehead and returned his dick back to his pants then he buckled his belt
"Where are you going?" Mira asked
He carried her to the bathroom tub, he placed her inside and patted her head
"I will give you some privacy to bathe now, i will pick you by 8" he said and smiled widely
"Where are we going" Mira asked
"Its a secret baby" he said as he looked at his phone screen, it rang but he declined
"I have stayed here for 3 hours now, i need to give you some privacy, you know its our first time doing this together" he said and winked at her
He kissed her forehead and left
Mira was feeling off, she wondered what must be going through his mind. She shaked her head and laughed at herself.
It was already evening, and the office was almost empty. Elara sat at her desk, her fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. The sound of her typing echoed in the quiet room, filling the space where chatter and ringing phones had faded hours ago. Her speed was impressive, almost mechanical, but she barely noticed—it was just another long day.
At last, she leaned back, rubbing her tired wrists. The files in front of her were finally complete. She slipped them carefully into her bag, pushed back her chair, and left the company. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, and she quickened her pace. Going home late was something she hated, especially on an empty stomach.
Halfway down the street, her eyes drifted to a spa across the road. She remembered she needed to pick up a few things—enough to make a proper meal when she got home. She stood at the edge of the road, waiting as cars rushed past in streaks of light.
Minutes passed before the highway finally cleared. With a small breath, Elara hurried across, but the sudden bounce of her bag sent papers and files scattering to the ground. Cursing under her breath, she turned back to grab them.
That was when she heard it—the screech of tires.
The world spun as the car struck her, throwing her to the ground. Pain flared and then dulled in an instant, her vision fading around the edges. Through the haze, her eyes caught a figure approaching—tall, dressed in a long black leather coat, moving with an unsettling calm.
Before she could cry out or even lift a hand, darkness swallowed her whole.