Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom

Chapter 173

Blunt words came out of his mouth just like that.

Lucia was ashamed and annoyed, along with aroused.

She panted roughly, "You are shameless!"

Upon her flustered look, August deliberately pressed toward her body, making their bodies closer.

He looked down at her.

"Your body is honest."

With that, his finger went one inch deeper.

Lucia’s eyes widened and she couldn't suppress her moan.

In an instant, her face blushed.

Biting her lip, bashful and annoyed, she twisted her body, "Let go of me! Let Go!"

Being treated like this, she felt like she was being roasted on the fire.

With no way out, she was ashamed to the extreme! But no matter how she struggled, even punching and kicking, for August, it was like a cat's scratching, which brought a hot urge down to the lower part of his body.

"Shameless bastard!"

Lucia cursed, but August grinned instead.

He looked at the woman's face, which was red with anger, and leaned in without saying a word.

The dense kisses fell, brushing her cheeks, blocking her lips, turning all her complaints into moans.

The temperature in the office was getting warmer and warmer.

Lucia only felt like she was under his spell.

Slowly, her brain was out of her control, and her hands unconsciously hooked on August's neck, her body gently trembling with the action...

After a long time, when all the impulses faded, Lucia's body went soft, leaning in front of the table, breathing in and out.

What had happened was like a dream, intense and steamy.

But when reason gradually returned, she scolded herself—she clearly had nothing to do with him, yet they had sex minutes ago.

The man on the side casually picked up the documents scattered on the ground and put them back on the table. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

A black suit outlined his perfect figure, except for the pair of milder black eyes, there was nothing different about him.

Seeing the embarrassed little woman with flushed cheeks, August spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'll make a phone call and send you home later."

At this time, he should give her some personal space.

After giving her a deep look, he added, "I'll wait for you outside."

Then, stepped out of the office.

The moment the door gently closed, Lucia breathed a sigh of relief.

The impulse in her body had not completely faded.

She slowly got up and smoothed her clothes.

When she saw the messy desk, her body tensed up.

Just now, he had looked like he was going to eat her up.

She bit her lip rather shamefacedly and immediately tidied up the desk.

Then, she gathered her things before hesitantly walking to the door.

After what had happened just now, she was embarrassed to face August.

How good would it be if she could find a crack in the ground to hide, or just run away now? This thought flashed through her mind.

She took a deep breath and slowly pulled the door open.

August was standing not far away, on the phone, his back facing her.

Lucia bit her lip, hesitated only for a moment, then immediately turned around and ran quickly in the other direction.

She would rather go home alone than with August.

At this moment, August was listening to the report on the other end of the phone, his face dark.

He wrinkled his eyebrows, and questioned, "Such a foolproof plan, and he still gets away?"

The person on the other end replied something, and he answered with a gloomy face as a trace of impatience swept under his eyes, "That's it"

Putting away his cell phone, he was irritated.

Now the board of directors and shareholders were pressing hard, demanding an inventory of the subsidiary's accounts, but Ted Stebbing, slippery like a loach, was beyond his grasp.

He had escaped several times.

His eyebrows wrinkled, put away the phone and turned around.

When he noticed the half-closed office door, unease swept across his heart.

He walked over in three steps, only to find an empty room, his face sank.

Looking around, he did not find a trace of the woman.

She actually ran away! He had said he was just sending her home, what else did she think he would do? The irritation in his heart deepened.

August pursed his lips and left quickly.

Sooner or later, he would make this stubborn little woman not even have the courage to leave him.

On the other side, Lucia ran out of the company, panting, stopped a car and got in.

When the driver saw her panicked look, he looked out the window and kindly asked, "Girl, what's wrong? Being harassed?"

Lucia hesitated for a moment, and eventually nodded, "Please, drive fast."

"Got it.

Sit tight!"

With justice bursting in his mind, the driver answered as he floored the petal and started the car.

As the entrance of the company grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, Lucia’s originally hanging heart finally landed back in her chest.

The car began to move forward smoothly.

Lucia sat in the back seat, thinking about what had just happened.

She had not known she would have sex with August in that situation.

After returning to her senses, she remembered Jeanne, who had delivered her soup today, and then a wave of guilt overcame her heart.

She had thought that August was sorry enough for Jeanne, and now, she herself had become one of the accomplices.

Her two hands were twisted together, her heart was filled with all kinds of emotions, and she was angry and regretful about her own behaviors.

Finally, the car arrived in the neighborhood.

Lucia paid and got down of the car, lost in thought.

She had determined that she would keep her distance from August and not be entangled with him ever again.

In the middle of the night, she tossed and turned in bed.

Her discipline of staying away from August kept ringing in her head like a dogma.

Perhaps, for August, she was no different from Adeline and other women-—They were all his toys that he could vent his desire on regardless of the occasion.

She couldn't tolerate herself being such a woman.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became, and in the end, she actually lost sleep.

The price of insomnia was tardiness.

The next morning, Lucia hurried to the company and signed in at the last second.

Her state had been down, but once she thought of her father, who was still lying in bed, preparing for surgery, Lucia’s spirit was lifted and she put all her energy into work.

Unknowingly, half a day had passed.

Lucia was buried in her work and did not realize that her stomach was growling.

Until the door was knocked on, followed by Emma poking her head in and winking at her, "Lucia, time for a meal!"

Lucia looked up at the time, only then did she realize that she had already been off work for more than twenty minutes.