~ADELINA
I sat behind my office desk, the polished mahogany surface was adorned with a few carefully placed pens and a slender paperweight as they seemed to glow in the soft afternoon light, a testament to the quiet elegance of the executive secretary office in Steele's Enterprises.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, the soft click of the keys was the only sound breaking the silence I was in as my gaze didn't falter from the screen. My movements were swift upon wanting to complete the financial reports of the previous week.
My eyes darted towards my office door, those hazel pools that seemed to hold a world of secrets were fixated on the doorway, waiting for HIM to make his way to me.
Ocean Steele, the CEO and master of this domain, the man who exuded power, dominance and control, the man who made my pulse quicken with just a single glance. I felt a flutter in my chest as I continued to think about my boss who was supposed to be here few minutes ago.....but he wasn't.
With one final click on my keyboard, I was done with the assortments of the final reports. A little sigh left the space in between my lips as I leaned my back against the cold leather of my chair which sent a chill sensation down my spine.
"He's late today." I whispered, my voice coming out small as I thought back to my boss. My mind couldn't help but wonder if this was it, if this was the end, the end of our agreement.
My heart ached in an uncomfortable way at the thought of it coming to a stop.
I ran my hands down my tailored blouse as I smoothened the nonexistent crease. The blouse, which was a cool shade of blue that seemed to glow in the golden light of the office, hugged my curves in all the right places as I paired it up with my pencil skirt, sleek and straight which ended just above my knee, a tantalizing glimpse of skin that seemed to beg for his touch. And my raven black hair was pulled into a neat bun, a single, rebellious wisp framing my face like a question mark.
Yet, beneath my composed exterior, a quiet storm brewed with a mix of anticipation and unspoken longing that had begun to stir since I first stepped into this world of power and pretense two years ago.
As the clock ticked past noon, the door to my office suite swung open with a decisive click, breaking me off from my thoughts as it drew in my gaze like a moth to flame. There stood Ocean Steele with his broad shoulders that filled in the doorway as if he owned not just the room but the very air within it.
At just 32, he had accomplished so much as a self made billionaire and he exuded an effortless faculty in his field of work. He was an epitome of a successful man, perfect husband….or at least that was what everyone had thought, but I knew the darkness that pooled underneath his marriage.
My gaze met his and I couldn't help but notice his chiseled jaw which was shadowed by a day's stubble, and his piercing grey eyes scanning the floor with a calculating intensity that made my heart skip.
He was dressed in a dark Armani suit which sat elegantly on his shoulders, hugging his athletic frame as he moved with the grace of a predator, the subtle hint of his cologne, cedar and spice, wafting toward me as he approached my desk.
I felt a familiar flutter in my chest, a treacherous warmth that I've learned to dismiss whenever it made it's presence known. I've always known Ocean Steele all my life, and working right here in his company was all I've ever wanted since I came across his poster on the billboard at a very young age. This was my dream, I was living a vision I had seen for myself years ago but still, part of me was left unsatisfied.
"Adelina." He called, his voice a low rumble that cut through the office din. "I need those quarterly reports on my desk, now." He spoke with a voice that held control but yet, calming. "And close the door behind you when you bring them in." He finished.
The command hung in the air, a whispered promise that sent a jolt of spark down my spine. I nodded, a little too quickly as my eyes locked on his retreating figure before he disappeared into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him with a soft whoosh.
My pulse was racing, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat in a primitive ritual which made me feel alive. The past few days had been a blur of meetings and presentations, the hours ticking by with agonizing slowness as I waited for this moment which finally came.
As I turned back to my screen, the cool metal of my desk pressed against my palms, and I couldn't shake the sense that this day, like so many before was teetering on the edge of something irreversible.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I knew the risks, I knew that Ocean's marriage was complicated, it was a messy thing that was filled with secrets, lies and whispered betrayals. I knew that his wife, Vivian, was a woman with a reputation for ruthlessness, a woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.
But in moments like these, with the weight of Ocean's expectations pressing on me, the lines between duty and desire blurred dangerously. I was his executive secretary and his confidante but I was also a woman, a woman with desires, needs, and wants.
And in this moment, I couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to be the one he wanted, the one he needed. To be the one he turned to, the one he relied on, to be the one he got married to. All seemed to sound like a distant dream that would never come to pass, because I would never be more than Ocean's dirty secret which was kept and sheltered from the public's eye.
"Get a grip Adelina." I muttered underneath my breath as I made my way to his office.
My heart was going haywire and its frantic beats echoed in my ears as I stood before Mr. Steele's massive mahogany desk with the stack of files clutched to my chest like a lifeline. His piercing grey eyes which looked like a stormy sky after the best rain had poured, locked onto mine, holding me captive with an intensity that made my knees weak.
A shiver danced down my spine as it settled in the small of my back, it was a whisper of desire that was enough to dampen my panties and mess with my logical thinking.
"Lock the door."