From the next day, Roxanne Adams... Sorry, Nancy Grey, began working as Willium Jackson's secretary. Willium Jackson was all over her. He flirted with her shamelessly, and always tried to make his move on her.
Though Roxanne was disgusted by him, she played along and responded to his advances on purpose. She could see it clearly. He had fallen for the trap. And by the third day, she started flirting with him too, subtly, innocently, attacking his heart over and over again.
She would wear seductive yet modest clothes in office, flirt with him, flattered him. She made him believe she admired him, that she thought highly of him. And Willium Jackson fell for it all like a fool. Her beauty, her alluring figure, her charm, her flattery, it all enchanted Willium greatly, adding fuel to the fire of his twisted desire.
On the sixth day of work, Nancy Grey wore a dark red elegant form fitting dress to work. The neckline modest and the sleeves elegant. The dress clung to her tall slender curvy figure gracefully, highlighting her curves perfectly. Her hair tied up in an elegant bun. Her make up subtle. She looked alluring, elegant, beautiful.
When she walked inside the office, Willium's bidy lustful eyes fell on her and he froze. She smiled dazzling,y yet gently at him. innocent and gentle on purpose.
"Good morning, sir." She said. Her voice sweet yet seductive as always.
Willium smirked. His ugly plump face twisted into a dirty smirk without him even knowing. His eyes full of lust.
"Good morning, miss Grey. You are on time as always. I am proud of you."
A smug satisfaction filled her from inside. 'He has fallen for my trap completely. It's time to end this.' She thought. On the outside, she bowed slightly in mock respect as she said with false sweetness, "I am honoured that an amazing man such as yourself is proud of me, sir. I will work hard."
Her honeyed false flattery worked as always. Willium was pleased. He laughed in smug joy. "Is that so? Oh you make me blush, miss Grey."
Roxanne stepped closer and stood right in front of him. He was one or two inches shorter than her. She leaned closer to him. Her face inches from his plump ugly one. "Nancy. Call me nancy." She said smoothly. Her tone intimate and husky. "I believe we have grown close enough for us to address eachother by our names." With that, she placed a soft quick kiss to his lips. Willium's bidy eyes darkened with desire. He grinned shamelessly.
"Yes. Of course, Nancy babe." He drawled shamelessly. Nancy smiled in mock sweetness, stepped back and bowed.
"I should start working." With that, she turned around and walked away with seductive sway of her curvy body, leaving him hungry and drowning in lust.
Later, as Nancy was arranging some files on the shelf, strong chubby arms wrapped around her slender curvy body from behind, pulling her flush against a fatty chubby body.
"You are taking so long, babe." Said Willium from behind her. His tone sultry, seductive. His hands grabbed her breasts, as he fondled them. Squeezing her soft full breasts roughly.
"Mmm. So soft." He drawled. Roxanne smirked inside. 'Bloody pervert.' she thought, both victorious and disgusted. 'he is so stupid.' On the outside, she leaned back against him, relaxing completely in his arms.
"Oh, Willium~" She said sweetly in a singsong lovestruck tone. "You are so naughty. If you keep doing this, I won't be able to focus on the work."
Willium smirked, completely falling for her trick.
"Why?" He drawled. "Can't you work like this? It will be fun."
Nancy turned around in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. A sweet deceptively innocent smile on her soft pink lips.
"I can't work like this because," She said in a low seductive smooth voice, "If you are around, my heart will never stop racing. My thoughts and focus will be solely on you."
Willium didn't notice the fake flattery and false admiration in her words. He was feeling smug. He pulled her closer. "Then don't work. Keep focussing on me, babe." He said huskily.
Nancy chuckled. "If you say so, Willium." She said sweetly.
Without warning, Willium leaned up and pressed his lips against hers in a deep, hungry, rough, lustful kiss. Nancy didn't hesitate. She kissed him back with equal fervor. The air between them was charged. The kiss was heated. Willium pulled her even closer. One arm wrapped tightly around her waist, and the other wrapped tightly around her back. Her chest pressed flushed against his. He deepened the kiss. His toungue came out and licked her lips as he nibbled on her lower lip demanding entrance, which she accepted. His toungue slid inside her mouth, clashing against hers in a heated battle. One of his hand grabbed one of her breast, giving it a firm rough squeeze. From one side, the kiss was lustful and hungry. From the other side, it was full of deceit and meant to manipulate.
After a while, Nancy pulled away abruptly. Willium looked at her with confusion in his small bidy eyes. She placed a slim manicured finger gently on his lips. She smiled sweetly and smoothly said,
"Willium baby~ This place is not right for this. I know the best place where we can enjoy freely."
Willium blinked. "What do you mean?" He asked.
Nancy took out a paper from her pocket and handed it to him. It had an address. She leaned in. "Come here Tommorow evening. Tomorrow is Sunday. We will enjoy the day."
Willium stared at her. "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Nancy smirked.
"Yes. I have been wanting to ask you to come here since the moment I saw you. But never got the courage to ask." She said. Her expression full of fake longing.
Willium, too stupid to notice the falsehood in her expression and tone, felt smug. He smirked and said, "Now you don't have to hesitate, Nancy. You can ask me anything."
She smiled. "I know. Listen. When you get there, give me a call. I will be in a hotel, booking a room. I will ask you to come there. We will spending the night there, then we will get married in the registry office."
Stupid Willium was overcome with pleasure. He pulled Nancy in a tight embrace.
"That's great! I can't wait!" Roxanne smirked in smug satisfaction, feeling victorious. She embraced him back.
"Me too." She said in mock joy.
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The next evening at six pm sharp, Willium Jackson's luxury car stopped in front of the watch tower. Before stepping out of his car, he checked the address. Indeed this was the place Nancy asked him to come. The driver stepped out and opened the car door for Willium. Willium stepped out of the car.
"You may go with the car. I will call you when I will need you." Willium ordered.
"As you command, sir." The driver said, got into the car and drove away.
Willium took out his expensive smart phone and dialed Nancy's number, who received the call at first ring. A familiar Sweet soft melodious voice answered from the other side.
"Hello darling~ Have you arrived?"
Willium smirked. His mind full of dirty thoughts. 'Such sweet voice. It will sound even sweeter when she will moan in pleasure on the bed soon.'
"Yes, babe. I am here." He answered.
"I have booked the room. You will see a building named Franklin Stoker nearby. Come there and enter. Then come directly on the third floor. Come inside room no 302. I will be there." Answered Nancy from the other side of the line.
"Got it, Nancy. Wait for me." Willium answered.
"Always." Nancy replied sweetly.
The call ended.
After a few minutes, Willium was in front of a high rise building. The signboard on the building had 'Franklin Stoker.' Written and lighted with bright red light.
He smirked. This is where his Nancy was waiting with that sexy body of hers. His hands itched to touch those large breasts, that huge ass, those thick thighs. His lips itched to trail kisses over her bare body. He was desperate to enter her. And after they were married, he would get to do those things every day with her.
He walked inside the building. Too lost in his daydreams to notice the whole building was eeriely and suspeciously quiet and empty, he walked up the stairs to third floor. He found room 302 and walked into the room.
The moment he stepped inside the room, the door slammed shut. Alarmed, he turned. "What the-!" He began. But he felt cold metal firmly pressed against his temple. He froze. Right now, he was sarrounded by armed men from all sides, pointing guns and rifles at him.
His bidy eyes widened in shock. He realised it too late that ight now, he was in the dimly lit room, the door locked from the outside, and armed men sarrounded him with guns pointed at him.
He felt Fear, shock, confusion. He wanted to say something but words failed him.
A tall man stepped forward. He was strikingly and cruelly handsome. His black hair neatly brushed and set with expensive gel. His piercing blue eyes gleamed with cruel amusement and cunning calculation. He had an athletic strong muscular physique, with sculpted rippling muscles, a strong solid chest. He wore an expensive tuxedo. His hands in his pocket.
"Good evening, old friend. Long time no see." He said smoothly.
Willium's eyes widened. He recognized this man.
"Gabriel, you?!" He exclaimed.
Gabriel smirked darkly. "It's been a year, Willium. But first," He turned to two of his burly muscular men.
"Tie him up. I don't want my friend to run away." He ordered. The men obeyed, tying Willium up tightly. Willium couldn't even resist. Too shocked.
Then light footsteps came to his ears.
A tall woman stepped forward, stopping beside Gabriel.
Willium's eyes widened in further shock as his eyes fell on the woman. It was Nancy Grey. Only that she no longer looked innocent or gentle. She wore a black revealing sleeveless form fitting dress. It hugged her curves tightly, highlighting her seductive alluring curves seductively. The neck line low enough to reveal her cleavage. The right side of the tight skirt slitted, revealing her long right leg. High heels on her feet.
Her long wavy golden blonde hair loose, cascading down her back to her waist. Soft bangs framed her strikingly beautiful face. Her large green eyes framed by long thick lashes. Her face and eyes no longer gentle and innocent. Her gaze is now cunning and cruel like that of a poisonous snake's. Her beautiful face cruel, cunning. She was no longer the gentle Nancy Grey. She smirked at willium. Her alluring glossy red lips curved into a seductive smirk.
"Well well. Hello darling. Aren't you happy to see me?" She drawled. Her tone now openly mocking.
"Nancy?" Willium asked, confused. Them desperation overcame him. His arrogant confidence returning. "Hey! Help me out of here, babe. We have a wedding to plan for. We have a night to spend together. Come on babe."
Nancy.... No, Roxanne and Gabriel exchanged glances. Then. Both of them burst out laughing. The other gang members were laughing too.
Roxanne stepped forward and stopped right in front of Willium. A cunning cruel smirk tugged at her glossy red lips. She looked at the two burly men.
"What are you two waiting for?" She ordered. Her smooth melodious voice commanding. "Make this ugly piece of shit kneel down."
The men instantly obeyed, roughly pushing Willium down on his knees.
"Ah-" Willium gasped in shock. He looked up at the woman in front of him. The woman who despite of being so familiar, now seemed like a complete stranger to him.
"What's going on, babe? Why are you acting like this? What happened to you?" He asked in disbelief and confusion.
Roxanne looked down at him. Her green eyes cold. A cruel amused smirk tugged at her red lips.
"Disgusting old pervert. You are truly stupid, aren't you?"
Willium blinked.
"What?" He asked.
She knelt before him and grabbed his tie in one of her hand, pulling him roughly close. Her beautiful face close to his.
"Alas." She whispered seductively. Her smirk deepening. "Your dream of marrying me will forever remain a dream." She placed a quick mocking kiss on his lips. It was very short, meant only to mock. "And so will be your dream to spend the night with me."
With that she shoved him back roughly, stood up and walked gracefully back to Gabriel's side. She looped her arm around his, kissing his cheek lovingly. Gabriel smirked, pulling her close.
Willium stared at the scene like a fool. His mouth open. His eyes wide. Words failed him completely. Gabriel looked back at Willium and smirked in cruel amusement at the older man's expression.
"I highly doubt you want to stay here tied up like that your entire life. You better pay back the seventy million dollars you owe us. Or else," Gabriel's smirk widened.
"Say goodbye to your soul, baby." Roxanne finished teasingly, waving a hand at Willium, gesturing goodbye. Both Gabriel and Roxanne burst out laughing.
Willium stared at the couple in shock and disbelief.
Then.
His ugly plump face turned red in shame and fury.
"You bitch! You tricked me?! I will end you!" He shouted at Roxanne.
Both Gabriel and Roxanne smirked.
"You are realising it now? You are so stupid. You fell for my trap." Roxanne said in disdain. "Besides. Get out of our hands yourself first, then think about ending me."
Gabriel smirked. "You better give us the money soon. If you want to live, that is." He said to willium.
Them he turned to his men and ordered, "Keep him locked up. Don't let him go untill we receive the money."
"Yes sir!" His men replied.
With that, Roxanne and Gabriel walked away, leaving Willium kneeling there, fuming, humiliated and embarassed. His face red with rage and embaressment.
"That wench." He muttered.
Suddenly, a smooth chuckle came as a tall young man of twenty steppe forward.
He was handsome and attractive. He had messy reddish brown hair and sharp brown eyes. Messy bangs framed his handsome face. He had a strong athletic physique and wore all black. A cunning smirk curved his lips.
Clifford.
He knelt in front of Willium.
"You have good taste, old man." He said smoothly. "But you know what? If I were you, I would never have trusted miss Adams. But alas! You were stupid enough to fall for her sweet smile." He patted Willium on the head. "Now go ahead and marry me." He joked.
The other gang members burst out laughing.
Willium's face turned bright red in embarrassment and fury. But he did learn a valuable lesson:
Never trust a beautiful woman who looked too innocent and smile too sweetly. Because that sweetness could be a mask hiding a cunning thorn behind it, ready to stab you.