CHAPTER EIGHT
Evander's POV.
I don't know why Nyx thinks she's hot enough to get any man, maybe it works for her on other men, but certainly not with me.
I'm a disciplined man and the last thing I want is to be on the headlines for an affair with my worker.
That'll be despicable.
So every chance that Nyx gets to show herself in my office, I get rid of it.
She needs to talk to me about schedules for my meeting? There's a landline.
She needs to show me the files she sorted? I'll go through it after the day's work.
I am determined to keep my vow intact, and nothing is going to ruin that. Not even a sexy looking street brat who–
"Yeah, have you seen how she dresses to work?" The voices of a worker disrupts my thoughts.
I pace slower, knowing who they're talking about.
"Don't you find it strange that she has such a striking resemblance to that famous pornstar, Nyxiethedom?" Another worker adds, picking my interest.
A pornstar? That better be a rumor.
Sure, she's wild and bold and doesn't like to obey, but a pornstar? If that's true, then I'll go wash my mouth at least forty times.
I can't imagine kissing a pornstar!
That's utterly disgusting.
"Yeah, I was going to say the same thing. Maybe she's a twin because pornstars don't take jobs at companies and she doesn't seem to be worried about her reputation." Another says.
"True, if she was really The pornstar, she'll work at a club or bar." Another worker whispers.
"What if she is? She also has a similar septum piercing like the lady."
"Coincidences happen. I strongly believe she has a twin somewhere,"
The voices of the workers fade into the background as I slam the door to my office shut.
Can that really be true? Nyx, a pornstar?
I don't want to believe that, in fact, I can't!
However, there's no smoke without fire so I want to make sure it's nothing more than a doppelganger.
And with that, I went online, searching for the name I'd heard and thousands of videos in different folders were displayed on the screen.
I tap on one, leaning back with my phone in hand and the first thing I see when the video comes on is Nyx touching herself.
Her fingers went around in circles around her folds, her other hand pressing tightly against her nipples. She moans softly as her core pours out more juice and she slides in three fingers, moaning louder and closing her eyes.
She moans someone's name and while in the room, the guy whose name she moans, watches her and strokes himself as well.
"Fuck fuck fuck," She chants as she squirts over her bed, her body spasming from the effect of her orgasm.
She quickly jumps out of bed, realizing that she'd wet the sheets and starts talking about how she needs to clean it up.
She later catches the guy stroking himself and she handcuffs him before sucking on the guy's cock. From the way he shudders and groans, I can tell that she's good at it.
Watching Nyx fuck the guy while degrading him has my body pulsating with need. It feels like a fire erupted in my body and no matter how hard I try to calm myself, it only grows hotter.
My blood flow rushes to my groin, stretching my length into a bulge.
Shit.
Why does she look so hot?
Why does her domination look like something I want to experience?
It doesn't even make sense to me because I'm a dom, so why do I wish I was in place of the guy?
I…I think staying away from sex can be very dangerous because how do I explain how weak I'm feeling right now?
When I couldn't take it anymore, I spring up from my chair, heading for my bathroom.
"You promised to abstain from sex, you're going against that," the voice in my head reminds me but my twitching length makes it difficult to think straight.
My brain is screaming at me to stop but my body is edging and if I don't take care of this, I'll be unable to handle my business.
Flashes of Liora's face come to mind alongside flashes of the yacht drowning.
I halt.
My hands curl into fists, and my jaws clench. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Breath, you can do this. You don't have to act on it," I mentally repeat the words, trying to stir calmness.
But the bulge stretching against my zipper starts throbbing. I groan, pressing a hand on my temple, I should have just stopped the video the moment I realized it was Nyx.
I shouldn't have watched it, knowing that I'm keeping a vow.
That's so irresponsible of me.
As I turn on my heels to sit, the door swings open, revealing Nyx with two files.
She's clad in a jumpsuit, with half of her cleavage on sight and that makes my feelings grow worse.
She narrows her eyes, "You good?"
I swallow, switching from a flushed look to a stern look, "What'd you come here for?"
She rolls her eyes, slamming the door behind her. "You have a meeting at ten, and I came to inform you."
My brows arch, "I thought I told you to call me about a meeting."
"I'm not using that shit. We're not in the 90s," she hisses.
"It wasn't made around that–" I sigh, "You know what? Thank you for the information. You can leave." I state.
She crosses her arms, frowning at me and then sizes me up but her eyes stop at my groin.
Her face lights up with mischief, "Need some help?"
My head instinctively drops down to find my swollen bulge looking very obvious and hear crawls up my neck in embarrassment.
"Leave my office. I–I don't need your help," I scowl.
She paces forwards, grinning seductively, "You sure? I could….make you feel really good…don't you want that?"
My bulge jerks with excitement and I freeze.