sex-me boss.

-So your friend has already heard of me,” replied Martin when he was alone with Olivia.

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. And to think she wanted to avoid explaining this to him, to tell him that she was using her name to cover up what her boss was doing or giving her.

-Yes, when you’ve got a boss who can be sticky, you often dream about him, and I’m talking about dreaming because you’re here, otherwise I’d have said nightmares.

Waiting for him to get angry so that she could slip away, she heard him laugh harder, increasing her level of suspicion. She looked up at him and he winked at her as she continued to scan the room for someone she didn’t know, hoping that person might notice her.

You’re very beautiful tonight, Olivia, you always have been, but there’s a little something added and please, I beg you to be on first-name terms with me, even if it’s just for once.

-Okay, just for this evening, since we’re out of the company.

The waiter passed by with his tray, Martin retrieved two glasses and handed her one. She graced him with a smile and raised it to her lips. It was just as good as what she was drinking at Le Bourget, believing that the CEO of Le Bourget had the same taste as her boss.

She didn’t want to be on Martin’s arm any more, even if she felt unsettled by the looks on his face. She wanted to slip away into the kitchen, the garden or somewhere else, but to leave this room where she had the feeling she was going to be murdered.

While she was still trying to think of a reason, she saw Miss Rivera arrive, much to her delight. She didn’t know her first name and intended to ask her later, as she had already saved her from several situations.

-Hello Martin, Olivia, isn’t it?

-Yes, and you?

-Sandra Rivera.

As she finished her sentence, she stared at Martin and Olivia heard him grunt. She was happy for this beautiful show that gave her the chance to slip away, so she took advantage of it.

-I’ve got to go to the toilet,” she excused herself.

She received a murderous look from Martin, but she didn’t care about that and hoped she wouldn’t see him again all evening. She began to cross the room in search of two people, one of whom she didn’t know. She hadn’t even seen Betty since they’d entered and wondered what she was still doing.

When she saw Damon’s silhouette, she wanted to move towards him when she saw the woman with whom he was chatting and laughing at the top of his lungs; Stephanie. She thought it would be foolish to go and see him, so it was best not to disturb them and try to relax. She headed for the exit and, once outside, felt better.

While Betty was in the bathroom redoing her make-up, she had returned to the room with the aim of bringing Damon to his feet. She spotted him with a girl, but that wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she was there to do. She started to move towards him when she bumped into James and his friend Tyler.

-I’m surprised to see you here, Betty, but how did you do it?

-A determined woman’s secret.

-Oh, I forgot about that. This is Tyler, my under protection of the house, and Betty, you already know Tyler, you’ve already heard of him.

-A real beauty, how would you like to be on my arm tonight, gorgeous?

Betty grinned as she looked at James to correct her mistake, but he didn’t want to, since he knew this girl was selling herself the dream, but after all, it’s not as if Damon would ever look at her as a woman.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Tyler, I think Betty prefers multi-billionaires.

-model,” replied the latter.

This line could have hurt her, but it didn’t, because it was the truth. She was a model and needed a man of his wealth to take her to the top.

-I imagine you’ve already seen him. He’s busy, so I think you’d better find someone for the evening, unless you don’t mind being on your own.

There was no way she was going to be on her own all evening, she’d just have to interrupt her little chat with this girl who was much more physically presentable even though they’d both put tons of paint on their faces just for the same man.