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.

RHENAN

I can't contain my joy when Saffron agrees. I had prepared several speeches and ways to convince her to spend the holiday with me but who would have thought she would actually answer.

While I'm still smiling at her, she slowly walks closer to me while pressing her body against mine. The flush of her breasts against my chest leaves me breathless and brings back memories of the feel of it in my hands. How I wish I can strip her of the flimsy little silk she calls a nightwear.

The sinful cloth has been messing with my senses since I stepped into her apartment. All I could think about were the different ways I could have her writhing beneath me in pleasure.

"I should be mad at you but I'm too horny and sexually attracted to you to do so" She says with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks while biting her lower lip seductively and I'm tempted to pull it out with my teeth and kiss her succulent lips.

It's as if she read my mind when she suddenly wraps her hands behind my neck, tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. Her lips are warm and wet, sending a jolt to my dick and before I can register what's going on, I'm already on her couch. My abs clenching as her trembling hands rips my zipper open.

"Fuck baby, you make me want you so much" I say my hands gripping her couch a little too tight.

She drags my pants down with a lazy and sinful smile and I know somewhere deep down that this woman would be the death of me.

She spits on my cock and gives it a lick before straddling me.

Panting with need, I take off her night wear so I can admire her wonderful titties and taste them.

 "I missed these so much" I say while palming her breasts. I take one of her nipples in my mouth while squeezing the other between my fingers.

She starts to unbutton my shirt with speed and concentration, her head clammy and tinged with sweat while I take my time worshiping her breasts.

Once she's done, Saffron starts to trail wet kisses all over my jaw down to my lower abdomen while grinding against my already hard as rock dick causing me to groan in need.

"Baby please, you're torturing me. I want to bury myself in your sweet little cunt. If you keep up with these little tortures, I would go insane" I say to her through ragged breaths.

My little whore finally decides to pity me when she readjusts herself and slowly sits on my cock swallowing half of it down her pussy.

 "Fuck Rehnan, you're s....o b..i..g. I can....t, I can't take it all". She says in a trembling voice.

 "Yes baby you can, just go slow baby, daddy would take care of you"  

She continues to descend slowly on my covk and her pussy feels so good. "Damn baby, your cunt is so tight and warm. I'm going to go insane from the crazy amount of pleasure you're making me feel."

"Daddy, oh God, I'm so...fu....ll. Your cock is so big. Hmmmm, this is so good, fuck yes" her moaning sounds are so erotic, as she starts to move her hips slowly against mine.

Her rhythm starts to go faster as our bodies melt together in sweat and sin.

"Oh fuck, fuck yes, yes Saff, keep going baby, don't stop, don't fucking stop, don't you dare stop." I'm panting hard and so does my little slut too.

"Fuck Daddy's cock, ride it like the fucking whore that you are, you love it when I call you a Daddy's little slut don't you?" I ask her amid our panting breaths.

 "Yes daddy. Call me your little whore, I love being your slut, fuck daddy, you feel so.....so good, I can literally you in my womb. Fuck yeeeeeees!"

Her movements start to slow down but I'm not having that, I hold her ass and lift her up while slamming into her from beneath.

"Fuck Rhenan right there, yes right there. Oh my god fuck! Please don't stop, please don't stop." I take her nipple in my mouth and lick, suck and bite until she screams while clenching and shattering in my arms.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, daddy fuck I'm coming, I'm comin.....g"

I feel the hot squirt pouring in waves against my abs while I keep pounding into her until I am trembling while pouring my cum into her sweet little cunt.  

We lay like that for a few minutes while trying to gather our breaths and I can see Saffron already closing her tired eyes. I carry her towards her bedroom and into the shower to clean her up before wiping her and laying her on the bed.

"Rhenan" she called me while I was walking to her living room to wear my clothes.

"Yes baby" I turn back and look at the pink flushed woman before me, my dick hardening for a round two.

 "For the period I'm with you for this arrangement, we have to be exclusive. You won't be seeing anyone and neither will I."

I smile happily at the thought of us being exclusive, I didn't want to impose on her but since she's the one bringing it up then I'm happy to oblige. "I wasn't planning on it babe".

"Where do you think you are going by the way" she asks me while looking at my naked body appreciatively.

 Damn this woman is insatiable and I love it. "I was going to dress up and let you rest, baby. I will be back at night to finish what we started."

"No, I won't have that"  she gets up and crawls towards me on her hands and knees "I'm not done with you, so you can't leave yet"  She opens her bedside drawer close to me and brings out a red and green vibrator.

"I bought this as a gift to myself for Christmas, but now Santa has handed me a live one so I have two gifts and I want them both stuffed in me before you leave sirrrrrr" she slurs while batting her eyelashes.

She reaches me and slinks down on her knees before me while taking my hard cock in her mouth, her hand trailing down her breasts to her pussy. "Fuck you taste so good, I want to suck your dick forever" she says while rubbing her pussy in pleasure.

"Sucking my dick turns you on"?

 She answers by sucking me so hard I almost see stars. Shit, I might have entered a deal with the devil after all and I can't wait for all the surprises I'll be getting for this Christmas even if it means my name would be on the naughty list.  

Christmas here I come.