RHENAN

I suck in a breath the moment Saffron slinks slowly to her knees before me, pushing me deeper into my chair. Her eyes are so seductive I can't bring myself to look away for a minute.

She starts to unbuckle my belt while slowly yet mischievously tracing her fingers on my cock through my pants causing it to stiffen even more. I lift my hips to help her lower my pants and she kisses the head of my cock through my boxer briefs.

"Fuck" I hiss, once her hand slips into my boxer briefs to grab my already leaking cock. She pulls it out and kisses it again sensually making me growl in pleasure.

Saffron smiles against my cock. The little shit fucking smiles and I'm so proud of her.

"Are you going to keep looking at it all day or do you actually plan on doing something with it".

"You would keep quiet and let me take care of my problem Rehnan"

Oops I never knew my little whore had this side to her.

I'm still looking at the beautiful woman before me when she suddenly spits into her hands and grab my cock drawing her hands over it from top to bottom slowly.

"Shit that feels so good baby. Do it again"

She does it again twice before tracing her tongue slowly on the slit on my cock, the feeling making my blood heat with need. The way she continues to flicks her tongue over it almost make me unhinged. The sound coming from my throat, unrecognizable.

"You have to be quiet, Rehnan" she says with a coy smile, still teasing me earning her a gasp from me.  "Can you promise me that"

Oh, the cocky little shit

"You better be careful" I reply in warning.

She slides her tongue lower taking my full cock in her mouth.

"Careful?"

"Yes careful or I'll fuck your mouth so hard you won't be using it again without remembering me".

"Hmmmm..."

The vibrations go straight to areas I never imagined.

"You can". She says and wraps her mouth around my cock while sucking hard before releasing it with a loud pop.  "If you want".

Fuck, the little shit is making me loose control and I don't know how long I can manage to keep myself in check.

"You'll have to open your mouth wider for me then"

"Okay daddy"

That sent a jolt up my cock immediately.

Still looking at me intently, Saffron opens her mouth wide, bringing out her tongue and patiently waiting for me to take over.

The look from the damn woman almost makes me cum hard and I'm not ready for that yet. If I'm coming, then it'll be in her sweet little cunt.

She stays up straighter on her knees a bit, she then grabs me on my hip and at the base of my cock and slowly swallows my cock to the back of her throat causing her to gag. I expect her to relent but she doesn't. I feel her relax her throat and take me deeper.  Damn this woman is perfect for me.

"Fuck, Saff " I growl. Just like that baby, keep going just like that.

I'm so proud of my good little girl.

She shivers at my praise and I just know that my little whore loves it when daddy praises her.

She releases my cock and takes my shaft in her mouth causing my stomach to clench hard and I know that if I don't stop her I'll come all over her face so I fist her hair and force her face up.

"You've had enough torturing me little shit. It's my turn now."

She still looks horny and dazed when I carry her and place her on my table. I push her skirts up above her waist. I draw her pant out

and slam it back against her pussy.

My little slut moans sweetly and I love the sound of it.

I urge her thighs to part wider for me as I settle in between.

"Wh...a..what are you doi.... Oh hmm"

I smile once my tongue glides in between her folds and tastes her.  Damn she tastes and feels better than I imagined.

I do it again causing her thighs to tremble under my torture. I continue to tease her with my tongue until she's moaning frantically and incoherently.

I circle my tongue around her clit and suck hard. Making her fist my hair in pleasure. The pain from her nails on my scalp made me lap at her entrance even more. Damn I could spend the whole day sucking her clit and still not get enough of her taste because my little slut is so damn intoxicating.

I keep sucking on her now swollen cunt and my little shit is shamelessly grinding against my face while moaning so loudly I have to get up and kiss her mouth to shut her up. Her still dazed look making me more satisfied than I have ever felt with any other woman.

"Rehnan, please fuck me now. I want your cock to fill me up please".

"Is that what you really want you filthy little slut"

"Yes..yes..sirrrrrr"

She slurs seductively and enthusiastically causing my cock to rise in anticipation.

"Then this would have to go" I say as I rip her shirt open. She gasps while pushing her chest out to me.

Fuck, her breasts even look larger now without the shirt covering them up. I cup one of them in my hands through her black lace bra and my little whore hisses in pleasure.

"Fuck Rehnan".

I can't get enough of this woman. The way she says my name is making my blood boil.

I pull down her bra and take a look at the master piece before me.  Her titties are huge, bigger than my palm even. Her pink buds contrasting with her porcelain white skin. Her dark hair making her look even better than a goddess.

I take one of her pink buds in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and sucking on it. My little shit is arching her back so bad I feel sorry for her tiny little waist.

"Rehnan, please now."

I can't have my little princess begging me anymore. Without thinking, I slam my cock into her causing her to scream in pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck"

"You like that don't you, you little whore".

You...slam...like....slam...the...slam...feel...slam...of...slam...my...slam...cock...slam...in...slam...you...slam.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder Rehnan, harder!

I pull my cock out to the tip....

"No....oo

and thrust back deep into her.

"Oh God. Fuuuuuuck Yes! Oh yes! Yes! Mmmm. Oh my God I'm clo...ose"

Cum for me baby, cum for daddy you little whore.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

My little whore clenches around me and shatters. And I continue to drive into her until I feel my orgasm coming. I pull out my cock and watch my seed decorate her tiny little tummy.

Before I can think otherwise I tell her what's on my mind. I pick one of the spare shirts I always have ready in my office and pass it to her since I've ruined hers.

"Here, dress up and get out, you're fired"!

SAFFRON

"What?"

"You heard me, Saffron. You're fired."

Mr. Rehnan's tone was sharp, too sharp. "Dress up and get out. I want you off this premises immediately."

I froze, my mind blank. "I... I don't understand," I stammered, my throat tightening. "Why would you-"

He turned, his dark eyes like cold steel. "Do I need a reason to fire an employee I don't need anymore? It's my company. My decision. Now don't make me repeat myself, baby girl, dress up and get out."

Baby girl. The same name he whispered to me a few minutes ago.

The tears threaten to fall, but I refuse to let them win. I should be furious. God, I should scream, curse, throw something. But instead, I just feel hollow.

I'm the fool. The fool who mistook desire for something deeper. The fool who thought the way he just fucked me meant something had changed.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I gather myself and rearrange my skirt and hair in silence. His gaze burns into my back, but I don't look up. If I do, I'll break.

I dress quickly, every movement mechanical. The silence between us stretches like a blade. Finally, I rush out of his office.  Out of the place where I've just lost everything.

Down the hallway, I slam my office door shut and collapse into my chair. The tears come hot and wild now.

I worked so hard for this. I clawed my way into SINS SOLUTIONS, the biggest and highest paying tech firm in New York and now all my hard work is gone.

All because I couldn't resist him.

My trembling hands pack up my few things. The little plant, my coffee mug, the framed picture of my family. I clutch the box like it's the last piece of me left intact.

Dejected, I walk out of the building into the chill November air. The city doesn't stop for heartbreak. People rush past, phones in hand, lives moving on, while mine feels like it's ending.

I stop at Nana Abuelita's Coffee & Snacks, drawn by the warm smell of pastries and comfort.

"Mija," Nana calls the moment she sees me, her eyes narrowing with concern. "Why do you look so downcast? Don't tell me it's boy trouble."

At her words, my tears spill again, uninvited.

"Oh, princess," she sighs, bustling around the counter. "Don't let those fools break your spirit. He's the fool for not seeing how precious you are."

"Nana..." I sniff. "It's not just about the man. It's my job. I don't even know what to do anymore. That job was everything. I doubt I'll ever find something like it again."

"Now don't say that nonsense, mija," she scolds, setting down a warm plate of croissants. "Eat. Breathe. And remember that when one door closes, another opens. You never know what good might come next."

She pats my cheek with her flour-dusted hand and saunters away, her skirt swishing like she's dancing through life.

Her warmth helps me a little. By the time I leave, belly full and heart slightly steadier, she refuses my money.

"On the house," she says. "For my brokenhearted girl. Tomorrow will be brighter."

If only she knew how impossible that sounded.

I get home, drop my things, and collapse on the bed and sleep takes me through tears.

Then suddenly BANG! BANG! BANG! goes my door.

I jolt awake. Someone's pounding on my door like the world's ending.

"Who is it?" I yell, voice raw.

The knocking doesn't stop. Annoyed, I storm to the door and yank it open

and freeze.

Mr. Rehnan.

"Wh... what are you doing here?" I gasp. "How did you even...how do you know where I live?" My voice trembles with anger and humiliation. "If this is about your stupid company, I didn't steal anything, so please leave."

He smirks slightly, that infuriating smirk that used to melt me. "Is my feisty little demon angry with me?"

My chest tightens, traitorous. That voice.

"Don't call me that," I snap. "I don't understand you, Mr. Rehnan, but please if you have no reason to be here, leave. I'm busy."

For a second, shock flickers across his perfect face maybe because I'm not begging, not broken.

"I do have a reason," he says, lowering his voice. "And we can only talk about it if you let me in. Don't you want to know why you were fired?"

I hesitate. Curiosity claws at me. "Fine," I mutter. "Come in."

As I turn, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. *Oh, God.* Puffy eyes. Red nose. Mascara smudged into a raccoon mask. I look like heartbreak personified.

Still, I straighten my spine and sit on the couch, chin lifted. He's seen me stripped bare already. What's left to lose?

He takes a deep breath. "Saffron Jalil... I'm here because I'd like to employ you for other reasons. That's why I had to fire you."

"What?". "Other reasons?"

He hands me a sleek folder. "Read it."

I unfold the document. My eyes widen. "Wait... you want me to spend the holidays with you as an escort? Are you out of your mind?"

"You won't be my escort, princess," he says quickly, drawing closer. "We'd both just... enjoy ourselves for twenty one days. You'll be paid a million dollars, plus a guaranteed job recommendation after."

"Please get out," I whisper, shaking. Then louder, "GET OUT! Do I look like a pimp to you? You think because you're rich you can just buy me? You think throwing a million dollars at me would suddenly make me jump at your offer?

"Oh my God, princess," he blurts, his voice cracking with desperation. "That's not what I meant! I didn't think it through. I was angry at myself for wanting you. I panicked."

"So your solution was to fire me?" I yell, tears welling again. "Do you even hear yourself? You think I would choose this over my job?"

He runs a hand through his hair, eyes wild. "I know! I know I screwed up, Saffron. I wanted you, and it terrified me. I thought firing you would make it easier. It was selfish of me. I'm so damn sorry."

I stare at him, disbelief flooding me. "You're unbelievable. That job was everything I had, and you played with it like it was nothing, you played with my life!."

His shoulders slump. "You're right. And I'll fix it. You'll get a call about your new job tomorrow. I'll make sure you're taken care of, whether you ever forgive me or not."

He turns to leave. For a moment, I almost call out. I almost tell him to stay. But I bite my lip until I taste blood.

The door closes softly behind him.

And I crumble all over again.

I've lost my job.

I've lost my boss.

SAFFRON

 I wake up with a brutal headache, my skull pounding like a drum. The remnants of last night flash before me in sharp, angry waves, each memory slicing deeper than the last.

 Groaning in agony, I pull myself up from the couch, where I never left, wrapped in a cocoon of my tears and broken heart. My body feels heavy, like a lead weight, but I force myself to stumble to the bathroom. I splash water on my face, hoping to drown out the rawness in my chest, the exhaustion still clinging to my bones.

 At least I have one sliver of hope today. I'm getting another job. It's something, at least.

 But before I can lose myself in that thought, a sudden knock on the door jolts me from my daze. Who the hell could be visiting this early? A thousand questions spin in my head, a whirlwind of confusion. I find myself walking toward the door before I even realize what I'm doing.

 I glance through the peephole and freeze.

 Rehnan. Again.

 Why is he here? Did he not get me the job? Or maybe... maybe he's here to offer me my old job back. Is that even possible? Can we even work together again after everything that happened?

 I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. Then I open the door.

 And there he is.

 God.

 I can't breathe for a second.

 Rehnan stands there in a navy three-piece suit that hugs his body like it was tailored for him, actually no, designed is the better word. Designed for him. The sharp angles of his jaw and cheekbones make my pulse quicken, and I can't help but notice how the dark fabric of his suit emphasizes the muscles beneath it, the power in every movement.

 His white shirt gleams under the dim hallway light, the gold of his cufflinks catching my eye, sparkling like they belong to a man who could have the world at his feet. His hair is perfectly slicked back, not a strand out of place, but all I can think about is how badly I want to tug at it, yank him toward me, and taste him.

 I almost forget to breathe when he looks at me, his gaze so intense, it sends an involuntary shiver down my spine. It's like he's undressing me with his eyes, and for a moment, I feel like I'm the prey, and he's the predator.

 His voice pulls me back from the edge of my thoughts. Low, rough, and absolutely dangerous.

 "Good morning, Saff." He says my name like it's a secret he's dying to uncover, like he knows exactly what it does to me.

 I can barely manage a breath, let alone a word. My body is betraying me, reacting to him in ways I can't control. Fucking traitor!

 "Can I come in?" He asks, his voice softer now, but the way he says it makes it clear he's not asking.

 I step aside instinctively, my heart still racing, and watch him glide past me. Every inch of him exudes power, confidence, the kind of man who takes what he wants without hesitation.

 And God, his scent. Rich, earthy, and just... intoxicating. I want to bury myself in it, let it fill me, consume me whole.

 I move past the mirror in the hallway, only to freeze when I catch sight of myself. I'm still in my nightie, the silk clinging to my skin, my nipples painfully hard against the fabric. Oh shit. I quickly fold my arms over my chest, but it's too late. I've already caught the way his eyes lingered, a flicker of something darker passing through them.

 His voice cuts through the tension, deeper than before. "Saffron... I'm sorry. About last night. I...I shouldn't have..."

 I watch him for a moment, taken aback. This isn't the usual hard, unshakable Rehnan. This... this man in front of me looks torn, vulnerable even, and it confuses me more than I care to admit.

 "I spoke to a friend of mine at Queens Global," he continues, his eyes focused on me like he's unsure of how I'll react. "And he's promised that you can come work with them whenever you're ready. They'll take you. No questions asked."

 A rush of disbelief floods through me. Queens Global. My heart skips a beat, my mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what he's just said. That's the company of legends. The ones who make careers, shape futures.

 "Wait... wait, what?" My voice is barely a whisper, the weight of his words sinking in slowly. "Are you serious?"

 He nods, his expression still a little strained. "You have up to six months to make a decision. But whenever you're ready, you can just walk in, like I said no questions asked."

 I feel a wave of warmth spread through me at his words-joy mixed with confusion. Six months? He's giving me six months to decide? How much power does this man have to get Joshua Queen to agree to this?

 For a moment, I'm speechless, trying to find the right words. "Thank you," I finally manage, my voice low. "But you could've just called, or sent me an email... Why this? Why come all the way here?"

 There's a slight shift in his expression, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Because some things need to be said face to face." He inches closer, just enough that I can feel the heat radiating off of him. The air between us feels thick, charged, like it could snap at any second.

 I sit there, frozen, my heart racing faster than I can process. For a moment, it's just us. No words, no space, just the intensity crackling between us.

 "I feel the wetness between my thighs and I just know I want him to keep talking. I want to hear him whisper sweet nothings against my ear while fucking me slowly from behind.

 "I wanted to see you again and hopefully convince you one last time to enjoy one month with me. Just one month, just spend Christmas with me Saff and you can go back to your job. This time with two million dollars as a goodbye"

 My heart pounds loudly against my chest when he suddenly stands up and stalks towards me, his index finger traces my lips and I want to swirl my tongue around it. "Please Saff, just this holiday and I promise to treat you right".

 I feel my pussy clench tightly at his words and the feel of his hands on my lips.

 "Since you ask so nicely..."

 I suck his finger into my mouth and release it with a pop which causes him to growl in pleasure. I take his other hand and lay it on my breast, his face immediately scrunches up in a flash of lust and intense desire.

 "Okay"

 "What?" He asks, confused and surprised at my answer.

 "Okay Rehnan, but I have rules too.