An Affair With The Ceo (Natasha and Jared) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9 Catching My Husband Kissing My Sister

Chapter 9 Catching My Husband Kissing My Sister

Natasha’s head jerked up. It was Leigh Blakemore, Jared’s secretary.

She frantically shoved the pair of men’s briefs behind her back.

!

“What are you doing hovering out here, Natasha? Aren’t you going in?” Leigh asked, already reaching for the CEO’s office door.

“Nah, I’m good.” Natasha waved her free hand in a panic to stop her. “I just finished cleaning his lounge and came right out.”

Surprise flashed in Leigh’s eyes. “Mr. Rundell actually let you clean his lounge?”

Leigh had been his secretary for years and knew all his quirks. That lounge was his absolute private sanctuary. Nobody was allowed inside.

Jared usually cleaned it himself.

‘Why would he let the new assistant in there?’ Leigh wondered, her mind racing.

Natasha nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Is something wrong?”

“Nope, nothing at all.” Leigh shook her head fast, though the speculative look she gave Natasha was suddenly loaded.

“Since you just got bumped up, you probably haven’t seen your new office yet. Come on, I’ll show you,” she added.

Leigh took the lead. Natasha followed her down the hall to a suite just a stone’s throw from the executive office.

Leigh pushed the door open. “All yours, Natasha. Take a look around. Let me know if you need any extra furniture or gear, and I’ll have someone expense it right away.”

Natasha stepped inside, totally blown away.

She never expected her promotion to come with a private office, let alone one this huge.

“Thanks, Leigh. I’m totally good for now,” she said, flashing a polite smile.

“Hey, it was Mr. Rundell’s orders,” Leigh replied with a wink. “If you want to thank anyone, you should go thank him yourself.

“Anyway, I’ve got a ton of work to do, so I’ll leave you to it.”

Once Leigh took off, Natasha checked out the room again. Working her butt off at this company for two years had finally paid off.

Scoring a promotion and her own private office should have been a massive win.

But she just couldn’t bring herself to celebrate.

Being anywhere near Jared was enough to trigger her condition.

It was a humiliating, hypersensitive affliction brought on by going way too long without taking a good dick.

Now, she was forced to work side by side with a walking god who practically oozed pure sex appeal. It was absolute torture.

She pictured the incident earlier. ‘How many more times am I going to lose my mind and get so’wet just being in his lounge?’ she thought, shame burning her cheeks.

Natasha quickly dug into her purse and fished out her prescription.

She swallowed the pills dry, letting out a shaky breath only when the intense, throbbing ache between her thighs finally started to cool down.

Terrified of getting turned on again, she spent the rest of the afternoon making up excuses to avoid seeing Jared.

Luckily, she wasn’t his only assistant. When he parachuted into the company as the new CEO, he brought a whole crew of his own people.

That gave Natasha a desperate chance to catch her breath.

Since she didn’t know the first thing about being an executive assistant, she spent the afternoon cramming everything she could about her new gig.

After work, Natasha hit the local bar with Dorothy.

Dorothy flashed a huge grin and hoisted her martini glass. “Cheers to moving up the corporate ladder, babe!”

Successfully unlocked!

Natasha just looked totally drained. She knocked back her drink in one bitter gulp.

“What’s eating you? You just scored a killer promotion but you look like hell.” Dorothy leaned in, sensing the heavy vibe.

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Chapter 9 Catching My Husband Kissing My Sister

Natasha let out a heavy sigh. “I didn’t even want the job.”

Dorothy gaped at her. “Are you kidding? You’re literally the CEO’s executive assistant now. The pay is insane, the perks are off the charts, and you get to look at Jared all day.

“Women would literally kill to be in your shoes. How are you not stoked?”

Natasha gave a helpless groan. “Being stuck with the boss all day is exactly the problem.”

Dorothy had no clue about the embarrassing hyperarousal condition Natasha had developed.

Every time Jared was near, her body would betray her. She shifted uncomfortably, thinking, ‘Whenever I look at Jared, my mind goes straight to filthy things. If I keep getting this wet around him, how am I supposed to survive being his assistant?”

Oblivious, Dorothy assumed Natasha just hated being micromanaged.

“Look, sharing a suite with the big boss adds pressure, sure,” she said. “But at least Frank won’t be breathing down your neck anymore. Plus, Jared is pure, unadulterated sex on legs. Just enjoy the eye candy!”

Natasha bit her lip, keeping quiet. She mentally panicked, ‘That’s exactly what I’m terrified of. If I keep staring at that hunk, m going to lose my damn mind and beg him to take me.’

Right in the middle of her private meltdown, a burst of rowdy cheering yanked her back to reality.

“Get in there, Percy!”

“Come on, you and Joelle are basically making out!”

Natasha froze. ‘Did someone just shout my husband’s name?’

She whipped her head around, her stomach dropping.

Over in the VIP booth, her husband Percy was playing a raunchy mouth to mouth card game with her older sister, Joelle.

They were surrounded by their usual obnoxious crowd of trust fund babies.

Percy was normally an ice cold prude, but right now, his eyes were locked on Joelle with pure, ravenous hunger.

If she hadn’t seen it herself, Natasha never would have believed he would step foot in a pulsing, sweaty club, let alone play a spit swapping party game.

in Natasha’s eyes, he was a standoffish loner who barely drank.

A bitter realization hit her, ‘He must have come here tonight just to get his hands on Joelle.’

Dorothy followed her gaze and gasped. “Wait, what the actual hell? Is that your husband and your sister? Are they seriously sucking face? That is so messed up!”

Right as she spoke, the playing card slipped from between their lips and fluttered to the floor.

But instead of pulling away, Percy and Joelle closed the gap and smashed their mouths together, eating each other’s faces.

“Whoa! Get a room, you two!”

“Damn, Percy’s tongue is deeper down his sister-in-law’s throat than his own wife’s!”

The crowd erupted into a frenzy of catcalls.

Percy and Joelle didn’t even flinch. Instead, their kiss just got wetter and a hell of a lot more aggressive.

“What the hell? This is grade A bullshit! It’s like you don’t even exist!” Pissed off, Dorothy tried to storm over to the VIP section to rip them a new one.

As one of the few people at work who knew Natasha’s real background, Dorothy knew all about the twisted dynamic between her, Percy, and Joelle.

And now, these two were blatantly swapping spit in public. They were practically begging for an audience while they made Natasha look like a total cuck.

It was unforgivable.

But Natasha grabbed her arm, holding her back.

She had swallowed this exact brand of toxic bullshit since childhood.

Joelle had everything handed to her on a silver platter, but she still couldn’t stand seeing Natasha get a win.

If Joelle wanted something of Natasha’s, she would scheme and spread her legs until she stole it, forcing Natasha to just roll over and take it.

“Forget it. Let the trash take itself out. Let’s just go somewhere else.” Natasha tore her eyes away from the gross display, grabbed her purse, and stood up.

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