Chapter 6

Rhys Pov

A bitter taste, like cold coffee left too long, lingered as the door to my office closed, cutting off my view of Elisa. A boyfriend? The idea ignited a spark of anger I didn't recognize.

"Paul," I snapped into the phone, and the line crackled with the private investigator's response.

"The men’s bathroom investigation is complete," Paul reported. "No hidden cameras found, but we've planted one by the men's room sink just in case Miss Martoni tries anything. We've done the same in the ladies' room."

"Good," I grunted, drumming my fingers on the desk. "Now tell me how you missed her boyfriend?"

"Sir, there is no boyfriend," Paul asserted confidently after a few seconds. "We've turned her life inside out."

"Then who was that mountain of a man she said she is fucking with? Allegedly a 6 foot 5 kickboxer amateur," Frustration simmered beneath my skin. Was she lying?

"I assure you again, sir, there is no boyfriend," Paul maintained his stand. "But there is something else... Every month Elisa withdraws exactly five thousand dollars from her bank account. Her health insurance has been depleted and she's taking an equivalent sum from her salary at your company."

The news set my mind spinning like a hamster wheel – where was all that money going? What was she planning?

"Find out where it's going," I commanded tersely. "And keep an eye on her."

"Yes sir." And with that, he hung up.

Alone in my office once more, I mulled over this new information: Elisa had started working for me just as her insurance fund ran dry – it couldn't be a coincidence. There was something rotten here; a stench of deceit that seemed to cling to Elisa like cheap perfume.

I felt sure she was spying on me and whatever game she was playing; I intended to put an end to it.

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The door of my office swung open and Elisa strode in, carrying the Caesar salad I had requested for lunch. She set it on my desk with a clatter.

I glanced up from my laptop screen and eyed the tray. "Where's my pressed organic orange juice?" I asked coolly.

Elisa blinked. "You didn't mention anything specific about a drink, sir. Just the salad."

Irritation surged through me. Incompetence, as usual. I fixed her with a steely gaze. "Go down to Lavado and get my juice. You have fifteen minutes."

"But sir, the line is always out the door there-"

"Fifteen minutes," I repeated firmly. "Or I'll add another month before I pay off your university loans."

Elisa's face paled. Without another word, she turned and rushed out of my office, slamming the door behind her.

I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile as I turned back to my screen. She'd learn precision and obedience yet, one way or another.

In all honesty, I was aware that she had met with Selene Martinez, the human resource manager, last week to discuss taking back her resignation from my office. Just this morning, Selene asked me if everything was okay with Elisa because she had gone to see her last week about resigning but changed her mind when she saw in the contract that I would be paying off her university loan.

$150000

This sum means nothing for me, I was already a billionaire, I could pay 10 university loans and not even bat an eyelid. But she wanted me to pay her loan in a few weeks.

Not so fast Elisa.

Before you get any money from me, I’ll have to squeeze some information from you.

Starting by the first and most important info.

Where the fuck is your daddy, Elisa?

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My stomach rumbled, but I ignored the salad for now, knowing the dressing would make the lettuce soggy if I didn't eat it quickly. Elisa had better hurry with my drink. I knew that she would not come here in time, I needed an excuse to add another month before paying her university loan and watch her disappear from the surface of the earth just like her father.

I drummed my fingers on my desk, contemplating my next move.

I must admit that seeing Elisa hurrying out of my office, face flushed in embarrassment, has made my dick stand up in my pants. Her obedience and submission had ignited something within me that I couldn't quite explain.

I love an obedient girl.

I squeeze my legs to try to reduce my erection. Fuck, it’s not working. I guess I have to get rid of it in the men’s bathroom after lunch.

Tracy is coming tonight. I intend to fuck her thoroughly and hopefully those lusty thoughts I had about Elisa these past weeks will disappear.

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The door burst open and Elisa stumbled into my office, cheeks flushed and chest heaving from running, my drink in her hand. She was five minutes late.

My jaw clenched.

"You're late," I said cooly, leaning back in my chair. "I'm extending the timeline on your loan payment by another month."

"What? Sir, you can't do that!" She planted one hand on my desk, the other holding my orange juice, brown eyes flashing with outrage.

I stood abruptly, towering over her. "I can do whatever I want, Elisa. In case you've forgotten, I'm the one paying off your massive debts. Unless you'd prefer to resign from the company entirely?"

She opened her mouth to retort but her gaze flickered downward. I followed it and realized she was staring at the prominent bulge straining against my tailored slacks. Her cheeks flamed scarlet.

I smirked. "No need to act so timid, sweetheart. It's not like you'll have to take care of it."

"You're a perverted asshole," she blurted out, then clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

Anger coiled in my gut. I leaned in close, voice dangerously soft. "Careful. I can easily make it another week before that payment goes through."

Uncertainty flickered across her face. "Are you ever actually going to pay my loans? Because if not, I really will quit this time."

Panic seized me for a split second before I contained it. I needed her to stay close until I found out what happened to her father. That was the only reason. It had nothing to do with how much I craved her, wanted to bend her over my desk and-

I cut off the unbidden dirty thoughts, irritated at my lack of control. "Say you’ll be an obedient little girl and I'll start paying a small portion by next week," I said dismissively.

Elisa hesitated, cheeks still pink. "I...I'll be an obedient girl," she whispered.

"Now get out."

She turned and fled my office with my drink in her hand.

As the door clicked shut behind her, I collapsed back into my chair and adjusted myself with a groan.

The way she said that she will be an obedient girl almost made me come.

I open my zipper and let my painful erection free, the tips of my cock was oozing with precum. I close my eyes and start masturbating my cock roughly.

I could feel the slickness of precum already leaking from the tip.