Playboy's Failure: Falling In Love With His Secretary

Margaux had no idea why she was so desperate to turn off the now-noisy alarm clock on her bedside table. She couldn't remember if she'd set the alarm or not, and it was only half past five o'clock in the morning. Margaux squinted, reached for the bedside table, rang the alarm clock, and threw it somewhere. "Aww, that was my morning coffee," she blurred, stMargauxartled by the voice that made her look down at her feet. Then Margaux noticed her father. One of its brows is slightly raised and holding the.... What about an alarm clock? If so, Margaux turned over the item she had thrown away earlier and was even more surprised to find her father's favorite cup of coffee she had thrown against the now cracked wall. She bit her lower lip and returned her attention to her father. "What time did you get home last night?" her father inquired, and Margaux could tell by her father's tone that he was irritated. Then she got out of bed and leaned back on the headrest, still wrapped in a blanket. "Dad, this is not the day you will give me a speech; I told you, didn't I, that I have a job—" "And what's your job then? For Pete's sake, Margaux, you're an oldie, but I still don't know what you do at night." Margaux closed her eyes due to the volume of her father's voice. If she didn't stop it, their next-door neighbor would be horrified and is waken up as well. When Margaux's father discovers that she has left the house late at night, he will always give her this responses. "Don't repeat your college antics, Margaux; you're no longer a child, Declan has a life of his own—" "Alright, daddy, stop!" She became agitated when she heard the man's name from her father. When her father met her gaze, he smiled. "Two years had past and you still remember what that kid did," her father said, making her even angrier. Who wouldn't be irritated? Declan Heisenberg turned down her marriage proposal because her parents' business was failing that time. And the only thing to save their company is to be married by Declan Heisenberg. She wasn't used to being rejected, or embarrassment, or the shape of that man's tongue. Margaux was still in college at the time, and she recalls the antics to this day. And he irritated her even more, and her proposal for the young man was grand, but stupid. Margaux was humiliated even further. She even remembered what Declan had said to her. "I will never like you; I only want to play with women's hearts." "Are you ready to join my collection of girls?" And that statement makes her feel extremely offended. She is beautiful, with a curvy body, but what that man said is the reason she hasn't forgiven him. Margaux isn't used to being humiliated or ignored, and she may be a fool if she dreams of murdering Declan Heisenberg when she falls asleep. "Oh, where are you going again?" his father asked abruptly as he stood up. "I'm going out to get some fresh air, dad!" Margux replied, but she received a twinkle in her father's eyes as a result. "What you're saying is that you're going to do your job again—" "I'm not, alright!" Because her racket had ended the night before. When she arrived home, she even smiled triumphantly. "What's up with that smile? Margaux, if I find out you really did something wrong, I don't know what I can do to help you—" "Dad, I told you, alright! There's nothing wrong with what I'm doing; in fact, we can both benefit from it," Margaux said, her father frowning. "What do you mean?" She just gave her father a wide smile before speaking again. "You will see daddy, you will see," her father said, letting out a loud sigh. "If something bad happens to you, Margaux, I'm not sure what to do; you're the only memory your mother left me when she died, so please—" "Daddy, are we going to do dramatic again?" Margaux hugged her father, knowing that tears would well up in his eyes at any moment. She felt guilty all of a sudden. "Nothing bad will happen to me, I assure you, and I believe your daughter is strong," Margaux reassured her father, who eventually hugged her. Her father then bid her farewell before departing for their company in Batangas. Margaux, on the other hand, found herself following the quiet path to her married friend's house. Everly. This is also the person in whom she can place her hopes for the future. And then she heard a car speeding up behind her. And if her calculation is correct, the outcome will be favorable to her. Her pupils dilated with fear and trepidation. Margaux signed the cross because she has nothing to lose. She placed her hands on her chest and prayed that she would not be tortured again if she died. And that she will go straight to heaven rather than hell because her lovely body will suffer there. Margaux closed her eyes as the car approached, biting her lip and bracing herself for a collision with the car's hood. Suddenly, Margaux heard a violent braking and the cursing of a man who slammed the door of his car shut. "Fuck, woman! Do you want to commit suicide?" Margaux opened her eyes but couldn't see its face because his car's signal light was focused on her. Then she heard him exhale. "M-Margaux Anson?" Margaux asked, frowning. Did he know who she was? Her beauty is literally very popular with a wide range of audiences because she is very beautiful. Marguax just stood in the middle, but even after she lost sight of the glare from his car, she had trouble recognizing it. Then, all of a sudden, Declan Heisenberg appeared in front of her. Her hands were clenched, and it was dark just looking at her. Margaux suddenly remembered the past, a past that had remained fresh in her mind since that incident. "Well, do you want to kill yourself?" It was aroused by her silence, and Margaux's rage was boiling over when it began walking towards her. With his hands in his pockets, he was able to soften his authoritative demeanor. But it didn't bother her. Declan suddenly grabbed her arm, but she just held out his hands. "Don't even think about touching me, Declan!" "Oh, I'm sorry; I just think you need to be touched—" "Fuck you, get the hell out of my sight!" It appeared on the stand as if someone had already planned what Margaux had said. "Y-you, were you that woman at Muchàs Gràcias last night—" "There you are!" But before she could take a step back, Declan quickly turned his body, trapping her in the young man's chest. Then she heard his rapid heartbeat, only to discover that she had done the same. "What are you talking about, D-Declan?" "I see, she's not you; that woman still smells better than you," he said as he let her go. He stepped back and just stared at her, his hands still in his pockets. Then it smiled. Declan's smile alerted Margaux to the fact that he was about to launch another insult. "You have the perfect body shape—" he looked down at her from head to toe. "—But you're still the same Margaux Anson I met a few years ago." It once winked at Margaux and turned away from her. "You witch!" Before she could punch it in the back, the young man turned to face her, holding it in her raised right hand. Margaux stumbled, only to realize Declan was holding her waist as a support so she wouldn't fall to the floor. Then Declan spoke up. "You're still not changing; you're still Margaux Anson chasing after my handsomeness." "Fuck you, Declan!" Margaux yelled, violently withdrawing the hand he was holding, and she could hear its deafening laughter. Margaux appears to be a fool who wants to be at the front, but Declan makes fun of her. "It's good to see you again, Margaux. See you around," he said as he turned his back and slid himself into the car. Margaux was enraged when Declan blew his horn, and she moved away from the pedestrian lane so that it would not run over her. When the young man took his place, Declan immediately lowered the window car and caught his eyes focused solely on her bulging chest down to.... "Pervert!" she yelled angrily, her rage at the young man growing. Declan, on the other hand, simply laughed. "That's why I never fantasize about you, Margaux; yes, you're sexy, but that doesn't change the fact that you're a baby.... for me!" With that, he quickly pulled over the car and left her unable to print her face, and she felt annoyed with the young man for the nth time. Margaux had her own hair pulled back, and even if she was just carrying a bazooka, the death of that Declan Heisenberg would almost certainly be announced on the radio tomorrow, and if she is embarrassed, it will seem like there is no end. Declan Heisenberg is the source of her annoyance because it has managed to embarrass her in front of the majority even without the latter content. "You're so good at killing, Declan! Urggh!" She continued walking towards her friend Everly's house in order to end her agony over that idiot Declan. It was only a few miles away from their home, so she simply walked there. "M-Margaux!" exclaimed Everly's husband Damon. Margaux peered into the courtyard first, but the house was quiet. Then she turned to it. "If you're looking for Everly, she's still sleeping upstairs, so come on!" "Oh no, Damon! It's okay—" "She misses you too, so go to her upstairs," she just saw Everly's daughter carrying by Damon. The hair was frizzy, and the clothes were a little sloppy. "D-Damon, would you mind if I take good care of baby, Derly?" Margaux could see in the young man's face that he lacked sleep, which was evidence of the eyebags that were already living under his eyes. "Uh...no, it's okay, Margaux. All right, climb Everly upstairs. I'm pretty sure if she sees you, her earthly body will live again." Damon chuckles. He stepped back to allow Margaux to enter the home. "Are you certain, Dame, that you're fine?" "I am not exhausted from caring for my daughter," Damon replied, smiling. Margaux entered the house after nodding. She took a few steps toward Damon and Everly's room. Margaux also ran into a friend who was on the phone. "Everly!" she screamed, drawing her friend's attention. "Margaux!" Everly exclaimed even as she was saying good-by to the person on the phone who had called her. "Who are you speaking with on the phone?" "This is Declan, and I was wondering if you could help me find a secretary to replace the one he fired yesterday." She had forgotten that her friend's cousin is the man she despises. "Can you recommend a replacement for that man's secretary? Declan is still delicate, and I'm sure—" "If you want, I can apply for his secretary." Eventually, her friend sighed, her head still tilted as she turned to Margaux slightly. "Are you sure, Margaux?" she asked, but what she noticed in her friend was a strange look in her eyes. "Of course, I'm pretty sure," she said, her mind racing with plans for vengeance against the young man. Margaux laughed quietly. This was most likely the start of his retaliation.

Declan tilted his head as he felt the sweat drain from his body and immersed the woman's body, allowing her legs to rest on his shoulder. Declan pushed deep and hard, relieved that he was about to reach the pinnacle of glory. But he was so enraged that when he was about to leave, the woman left lying on his table and sat down to give him a blowjob. But he was enraged, enraged because it was capable of removing the savor that he would have felt. He moved himself in front of the girl, who had a shocked expression on her face as a result of what he had done. "What's the matter, babe? Didn't you like what I did?" The woman, who was now standing in front of his desk, inquired. Declan shifted his gaze to the idiot woman. "Unfortunately, Yes. You even pulled my happiness when I was about to cum," he yelled angrily as the only female employee in his company abruptly jumped. He was aware that the woman harbored a secret desire for him, so he made the small request of the woman, who he believes will also enjoy him. He straightened his sloppy business suit and tie before angrily turning on the female employee once more. "Get out of my office now!" he yelled again as the woman struggled to leave. Declan even noticed that the mini skirt she was wearing had not been adjusted, and just grabbed the shoes that were just sitting on his desk and exited in his office right away. Declan was greeted by a deafening silence and considered speaking with Lucifer and Tanner in order to locate the woman who gave him a strange feeling the night he went to Muchàs Gràcias to release body heat. That woman's identity has remained unknown to this day. In rage, he clenched his fists. Even that woman turned him upside down and turned him into a complete puppet. Because of a woman, he turned his head once more. When he reached for the phone, he discovered that his friend Lucifer had already dialed the number. "Yoow bud, want some info with that woman again?" Lucifer, his friend, asked him at times, and after he immediately answered his call. Then he heard Lucifer's exaggerated sighed. "I'm sorry, bud. It's so dark in that room you were in, that it's difficult for our system hackers to zoom in on the woman's face because it's so dark in the whole place." Fuck! He is now even more enraged. He had no idea who that woman was, but he was certain she was a part of his relationship when he was still a college student. In annoyance, he rubbed his brow. He was certain that he was still laughed at, by that woman because he appeared unhappy in front of her. Declan's rage flared up again as he remembered what the woman had done to him in the exclusive Muchàs Gràcias room. "Bud, are you still there? Hello, Declan Heisenberg?" When he heard Lucifer's voice calling his name, he returned to the present. He abruptly shifted in his seat. "I guess you were quiet there, Dec.? Don't worry, we'll find her and we'll know her identity as well," Lucifer said on the other end of the line, trying to calm him down. But the question is, how long will he be willing to wait? He hung up the phone as soon as he said his goodbyes, before hearing a knock. Declan isn't expecting any visitors right now, so he can't help but wonder who is behind the closed doors of his office. "Come on in, it's just open anyway," he yelled, giving birth to Conrad, whom he had given the task of finding him a job as a secretary, except for his cousin Everly. Before he attended to him, he noticed the steward holding a large brown folder in both hands. "Sir, I just hired some professional secretaries who I'm sure will really meet your—" Conrad was about to finish his sentence when his phone rang. He returned the cellphone to his desk, where he discovered that Everly was his cousin who was calling. Declan hears a yelling tone of voice after swiping the answer button. He even moved his cellphone away from his ear because it hurt, particularly in his eardrums. "Why are you yelling, woman?" Declan inquired, but a deafening scream from Everly and Damon's daughter pierced his ear once more. Declan turned to Conrad for a moment, motioning with his right hand to lay down the brown folder he was carrying on his desk. "E-ve! Hello, what's your problem there?" He could still hear the noise on the other line after the crash of something that appeared to have been thrown further into somewhere. "Dame! Take Baby Derly away from me first, I'm still talking to Declan," his cousin, Everly said, and when Declan realized that no one was throwing anything a yell at him, he returned the cellphone to his ear that he had just removed away. "Declan!" Everly said, her face clear in a tone that was a good opening for him. "What is it, Eve? I've been listening to your gang fight over there," Declan says, smiling as he hears Everly laugh. Everly was his father's side of a cousin, and the two were very close. He also attended a prestigious university with her while they were still in college, and it was there that he met Margaux, who... Suddenly when Declan remembered the encounter they had with the girl earlier on the highway, Margaux became even more beautiful than before, and he could only say that because he really wanted to see the woman's face that it irritated her. With his savory mouth delicacies. He was sorry for rejecting her back then. Margaux was so young at the time that he had no choice but to humiliate her in front of the crowd, even though he didn't want to. Since then, the woman has grown estranged from him, and if their paths cross at the University, she immediately turns aside so that Margaux does not meet him along the hallway. "D-Declan? Hey! What are you? I've been talking here before, but you seem to have reached another dimension." Declan cleared his throat, shifted in his seat, and maybe he'll just focus his attention on his cousin he's talking to now on the phone. "What was it again?" "Geez, Dec. Maybe I'll have a vein in my neck cut out because you're a stupid man." Suddenly, he burst out laughing. Only Eve's unfiltered words have the power to make him laugh. Declan doesn't get bored when he's with his cousin. "Please forgive me, Eve; I'm still working on something—" "I don't believe you, Declan; perhaps that's another flavor of the month for you?" Declan is interrupted by Everly's gasp. "Here's the thing," she said seriously, and he took it seriously as well. "Are you looking for a secretary?" Uh-huh! Declan appears to know where this conversation is going. "Yeah, I am, but Conrad discovered a—" "That's all. I gave Conrad the BioNote and resume when I recommended your secretary, and please, Declan, be nice to her, okay?" So it's a woman, isn't it? He was about to respond to Everly when the door to his office unexpectedly opened, drawing his attention there. Declan's attention had shifted away from his cousin, who was still speaking on the other end of the phone. And he had just seen a goddess-like woman entering in his office while wearing a seductive pencil cut and shoulder lace tube top tanks. Declan shook his head and gulped. Why does he start praising the woman all of a sudden? "M-Margaux A-Anson!" he reprimanded himself in private. Murmuring in front of it wasn't enough for him. Maragaux then grinned. "I am, and I have come to personally have an interview with you, Mr. Declan Heisenberg," the woman said, and he caught himself pitying his lips while staring at the girl. Then she took a step closer, paying close attention to the rest of his office. After a while, he realized that his gaze was drawn to its seductive breasts. The girl looked down and saw him just staring at it. Oh fuck! He quickly averted his gaze, and both of his ears became hot. In that case, he knew there was only one thing he needed to do to relieve the body heat. Muchàs Gràcias! "Well, are you officially interested in the offer, sir?" The woman asked, and Declan bit his lip due to Margaux's formality on him. Declan, on the other hand, is a fake who has been humiliated. He took the brown folder Conrad had placed on the table and arranged it, despite the fact that there was no problem with it. When he heard its seductive laughter, he looked up. Margaux walked up to his desk, reached for a chair, and sat openly in front of it. Declan's mind was in space when Margaux Anson did that in front of him. "I... uh!" shit! fuck! Why did he start stuttering all of a sudden? Was she attempting to cast a spell on him? Why has he changed his appearance so dramatically? He abruptly returned his gaze to the girl, one of her brows raised as if irritated, but Margaux smiled as soon as he turned around. Then he coughed. "Y-you can, uhmm, do the interview portion at Conrad's office; he's the one I assigned to assist all personnel in this type of matter—" "How's that, Mr. Declan? I'd like you to do the interview personally with me," he was cut off from saying what he could. Declan then swallowed. Only to be confronted with Margaux's proud breasts once more... pinning itself to his table's edge He stood up a while later. He, too, was taken aback by what he did out of the blue, but he would never sit in his swivel chair again. Not until Margaux Anson appears in front of his sinner eyes. "What's wrong, Mr. Heisenberg?" he asked as he turned to face the woman, biting his lower lip. Her eyes sparkled, as if she was looking forward to a wonderful day. He, on the other hand, just wanted to take off his suit because he was getting hot, not realizing that his air conditioning system was fully functional. Then he takes side steps. "Go find Conrad in his room; I am sure he can really make the interview successful, Mar — Ms. Anson." He notices the girl raise her brows slightly but smiles before she speaks. "Are you sure you're literally fine, Mr. Declan Heisenberg?" When Maragaux stood up and prepared to approach him further, he simply announced the left palm in front of her, indicating Margaux not to come over. Declan's body was so hot, and he was convinced that if Margaux made one more mistake, he would be able to do the thing he was certain Margaux would never like on his own. "Mar, Ms. Anson, get out!" "However," "Can't you hear what I'm saying? Get out, okay?" Declan noticed the sudden change in her appearance and smiled briefly as he looked at the girl. "I'm leaving then," she said, allowing him to breathe more easily. Margaux gradually backed away from him, eventually turning her back on him and leaving his office. Declan was left speechless by what had occurred. What occurred some time ago? Because he could still feel the heat of his body, he reached for the key to his Chevrolet car and left his office right away. When he saw a few employees, his presence resembled a gunshot, and the employees were openly looking for work so that he could claim that they were doing something. Declan shook his head. Declan noticed that the door to Conrad's office was slightly ajar before he could finally approach the stairs down to the company's main entrance, so he simply hid the blocking band of the door. Only to find Margaux Anson sitting comfortably and smiling broadly in front of Conrad, who had now begun the interview. But then Margaux looked up, and the second time around, she caught him just staring at her, and Margaux waved her hands at him. He truly curses all the demons in hell for the heinous act he committed just today. Then Conrad turned his head to look at him. He stood up right away and gave him enough space to enter, but he only gestured with his hand to continue what Conrad was doing. "I only came here to see if something worked out, and I guess my conclusion was correct." Smile at them and then turn away. He simply tells himself why he looks stupid today. Was it Margaux's Anson's presence that caused this? Or is he simply agitated because the girl is so close next to him? As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he jumped into his car. He intends to expel the heat he is currently experiencing. The latter part involves going to Muchàs Gràcias to relieve the tension on his body heat. Declan drove his car to the resort that would provide him with non-explicit pleasure, despite his tired face.

"How was the interview in Declan's company, Marg? Did you get it right away?" her friend Everly inquired over the phone that night while speaking with Margaux. She jumped onto the extremely soft bed and smiled as she answered the phone to her friend on the other end of the line. "I suppose I am; your good cousin left, and I didn't see him even after my interview with Sir Conrad." "Oh, well, I guess you passed my cousin's standards, and you might get an email saying so the next day." Margaux didn't say anything. She just smiled. She is also extremely self-assured in her abilities. Margaux had already started working as the secretary to a well-known Declan Heisenberg. And when that happens, she'll be able to do what she's been wanting to do for Declan for a long time. Declan turned her down, and Margaux will do anything to make that man drool like a mad dog on her. Declan Heisenberg, as you can see. You'll find out! "I called Declan earlier to let him know you were coming to his office; didn't he mention — oh, I forgot to mention your name when we talked on the phone?" Margaux leaned over and smiled once more, despite the fact that she couldn't see Everly at the time. "Don't worry, Eve. Declan saw my beauty in his office earlier." Margaux became guilty all of a sudden. She is only now keeping her plan against Everly's cousin—Declan—a secret from her. Please accept my apologies, Eve! But, for the time being, Margaux will devise a strategy in which Declan Heisenberg will return home in tears. Margaux could hear Eve's sighs once she was silent on the other end of the line. "Marg... I know you despised my cousin because of what he did to you a few years ago, but—" "I'm hanging up, Eve. Goodbye for now." Even though the friend on the other end of the line had not yet answered, she had the impression that the call had been terminated. Everly knew what had happened to her back then, when she was humiliated in front of the entire University by Declan. Her friend Everly was the one who consoled her at the time, and she was grateful to her friend—Everly, because it didn't abandon her even when she was completely collapsed. Margaux yawned and stretched as she quickly jumped out of bed. It was only a little after five o'clock, so she decided to go for a jog first, so she wouldn't lose her body from stress because of that man who wasn't missing. Margaux reached for the shoe on the rack and quickly put it on, while carrying the headset and cellphone in her leggings. She also wears a cap when jogging in order to be more comfortable doing a thing on the area. She gave a friendly smile. No one has yet delivered a speech to her because her father is still in Batangas inspecting the firm they own. Her body relaxed in front of her full-length mirror after she had dressed. She smiled because nothing could compete with her body's natural beauty. She has received numerous calls from companies interested in hiring her as a model, but she has politely declined each of them. She couldn't afford to leave her father alone for whatever reason. Margaux also understands that the location where a model's career manages and only once returns to the town where they were born is not stable. In other words, no. She can't simply discard her father whenever she wants. Margaux adored her father, despite the fact that he was very naughty for scolding her at times. Margaux was shaken later and went down to her room before going to the kitchen and taking mineral water from the refrigerator. She has a spaghetti strap on her upper body and knows she is going to sweat a lot now. When Margaux was out of the house, the few men who were jogging noticed her. That was something she had anticipated. She is the only one who is referred to as "Margaux, the center of every man's attention." But she couldn't stand it anymore, remembering the humiliation Declan had inflicted on her. Is it because the man doesn't like her? Maybe that's it. And that fool was blind, not even looking at her in the eye was hard to do for the young man even for a moment. Margaux was forced to apply for the position of great secretary despite her objections. She would be able to carry out all of her plans for the young man there. Hmm! Let's see if your attraction to me isn't working, Mr. Declan Heisenberg the Dumber. Let's see how things go. "Hello Miss, are you alone?" she asked, turning her gaze to the handsome young man who was smiling at her just by looking at her. Margaux immediately responded with a smile, saying, "Didn't you see anyone with me?" "Urggh..." The guy scratched his neck and looked up at her again, shyly. Margaux then apologised. "Ugh...I'm sorry if I made you feel uneasy." "Oh! No. No." He even waved his hand at her, indicating that she was incorrect in her conclusion. Margaux simply laughed inwardly as a result of this. "I'm ashamed of you, Margaux." Oh! Did he know her? She turned to face the young man, surprised. "How did you get to know me?" "We were classmates in high school." Huh? Many attractive men became her classmates in high school. So, what is its name? "Ummm...could I get your phone number—" "Margaux!" The young man abruptly ceased speaking when Margaux heard his friend Everly yell. She quickly turned to find it. Margaux almost dropped her jaw when she noticed her friend's cousin standing next to her with his arms crossed and his face darkly focused on them. The way he looked at her, it seemed as if Margaux would trip on the floor at any moment due to its lethal look. Declan Heisenberg, to be precise. "Come on, Margaux. Let's get some coffee." Everly waved at her, but she couldn't raise her hands to reciprocate the gesture. Declan's lean against the doorway to Everly's house vanished in an instant, and was replaced by Damon—Everly's husband and immediately kissed her friend on the lips. Margaux only averted her gaze. "You and Everly still haven't really separated the friendship back then," the man in the back said later, only to discover that he had remained silent previously. Margaux was about to say something when her car was violently parked next to her. It almost hit the man she was talking to earlier, but he quickly backed away. "Fuck it! Who's the proud driver when — D-Declan!" The man didn't finish what he was about to say when Declan stepped out of the car, his brow raised, and looked at her. He was seeing face to face with Margaux, hands on his pockets once more, when she noticed the darkness in Declan's face. He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms gently. Margaux's displeasure with the young man grew as a result. "Have you found a new pet, Margaux?" Huh? He said something that made her frown. Instead of being offended, Margaux showed her trembling smile even more as the young man's face darkened even more. And the next thing Declan did was pull his cellphone out of his pocket, which was accompanied by the ringing of a message tone on Margaux's cellphone. Despite her furrowed brow, she immediately turned off the music icon and opened her cellphone, only to discover that it was one of a mail. She only softly heard the young man's weak moan as she opened and read the context of a message and turned to look him in the eyes. Margaux's rage rose again in her chest, but she didn't show it to Declan. Then Declan smirked. "Now that you've passed the initial interview, you can begin your duties as my secretary as of today; get in!" "Huh?" "Get in, I hate repeating myself twice, woman!" Declan exclaimed, making Margaux want to kill the man at this point. Nonetheless, she managed to keep herself going for a while and still being calm. She bowed her head and looked down at her gown. When she dresses like this in Declan's office, she's going to start working now? Margaux looked up at the man, who now had even more pressure on his darkened face and slightly raised an eyebrow, as if he was just waiting for Margaux to get in his car so she could get right to work. Margaux then smiled. "Sir, may I go back to my house first to change?" Declan paused for a moment before his gaze passed behind her. Margaux followed Declan's gaze and was surprised that the man she had just spoken with was still standing there quietly. Declan then scream. Margaux even jumped as a result of the volume of his voice. "Get the hell out of my sight, asshole!" Margaux bit her lower lip just by looking at the poor man who now seemed to want to talk to her but could do nothing but to leave in front of them due to Declan's scolding. "Now, Ms. Anson, get in my car!" "Wait, with these clothes on?" Declan's lips suddenly curved into a smile. And Margaux knew something outrageous was on this man's mind at that point. "Well, if you want to get in my car naked, that's fine with me." Margaux bit her lower lip once more to suppress her annoyance. She'd never wonder why she'd wake up one day and realize she was killing Declan with her hand. Margaux is going to suffocate him to death. But she didn't budge, and she smiled once she crossed her arms and hands. "Would you mind if I get into your car, naked Mr. Declan Heisenberg?" Margaux noticed the sudden masculinity in Declan's eyes and was even fixed when we leaned into its car. Margaux then smiled quietly. She had discovered the man's flaw when she was the one who had to deal with it. But what if she gets into his car without covering even one part of her body? What will his reaction may be? Will she be able to entice Declan Heisenberg, whom she despises? Will she triumph? "That isn't a problem for me because your body has no effect on me, so don't worry, you're safe with my pennis. I don't want to rock your world anyway, I think you can't satisfy every man's need— " "Fuck you!" Margaux is enraged yet again by Declan's insult to her. Declan shook his head and tilted his head slightly to look at her. But it was the foolish grin of the man who pushed her to turn her back on Declan that irritated her the most. Margaux sighed angrily. She was enraged and wanted to kill the man... "Not so fast, honey!" She came to a halt as she felt hands on her right arm. Her pupils constricted as she turned to face Declan. "What?" Declan anonymously inquired, his eyes closed! "You're such a jerk, Declan, you're going to die." "That was fine with me; just don't be the woman who does that to shake my world." When Margaux's phone rang, she saw it was Mr. Conrad on the other end of the line, so she simply hid the young man who had just whistled before pocketing his hands again. Margaux noticed Declan caressing hee as he looked at her from head to toe as she unplugged her cellphone to talk to Mr. Conrad. Margaux shook her head again as she saw the admiration in his eyes. Declan Heisenberg is the only man who has purposefully focused his gaze on her. And the puzzle she sees in the young man's eyes is a complete nonsense. Declan would never look at her in that way. And who knows, maybe she was just seeing unbelievable things. "Congratulations, Ms. Anson! You passed the preliminary interview; please come to the office and begin your work as Mr. Heisenberg's secretary," Mr. Conrad said to her when she couldn't answer the phone. Margaux was gracious in her response before hanging up the phone. Then she realized she was in Declan's car. She had no idea what was going through her head, and she had just ridden in Declan's own car, and they were now paving the way to his office. The man was silent while driving, but Margaux noticed him stealing a glance at her before shaking his head and returning his attention to the road. When they entered Declan's office, Margaux felt as if a few employees were staring at her, as if they wanted to throw darts at her. It's understandable given that she's only dressed for jogging, and Margaux can't blame the female employees who look at her as if they're about to murder her. Margaux took a step back when Declan turned to face her. Because of the sudden act, she almost sank into his chest. "Careless as usual," he said as he swallowed and averted his gaze from her bulging chest. "Get straight ahead in my office first, I need to release my cum — I mean, I need to," Declan said, pretending to cough before continuing, "—pee." Declan abruptly turned his back on Margaux and took a slight stroll before stepping aside, and the young man completely lost sight of her. What's the deal with that moron Declan?

Declan couldn't help but lick his lips as his hands began to move up and down from the length of his body. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the sensation. To release his lust, he must first leave Margaux to accompany the girl into his office. He had moved to the far end of the cubicle. When he began to move his hands, he felt even more uneasy. Declan then imagines Margaux, leaning down on his crotch and blowing him up. He became increasingly aroused and smiled as he imagined the girl was making him happy. Declan opened his eyes abruptly. The thought of Margaux's folly frightened him. "Oh fuck!" he yelled, and was punched on the side of the wall in frustration. Declan's stomach continues to ache because he hasn't completely expelled all of his juices. "Margaux is not a woman to even praise; she is not a woman, damn it!" Declan scolded himself and fell silent for a moment as he imagined Margaux's bulging chest oozing out of her spaghetti top. He was tensed once more. Because of this, his pupils constricted. Declan stood up angrily, oblivious to the fact that his pain persisted. He exited the cubicle by zipping the zipper shut. He noticed Kendra raising her hand across the comfort room's doorway and looking at him seductively. Kendra was one of his employees, and he had several affairs with her. "Would you like to release the body heat, sir?" Kendra asked flirtatiously, and Declan motioned for the girl to come over. Before closing the door, the woman smiled. In turn, he gradually opened his pants and gave birth to his stretch. Declan noticed Kendra gulping twice. "Large and... ahh! Sir!" Declan grabbed the girl and pushed her against the wall. One of his favorite ways to devour a woman her was tooking them from behind. "Pinned your breast on the wall, lady," he said, and the woman immediately obeyed. Declan, on the other hand, did not hesitate to sweep her gown and immediately inserted his length into its delicateness. "... aaah! S-sir, D-Declan, y-yeah fuck me hard, ahhh!" Margaux's face faded from his sight as he began to plunge quickly into the woman's hood. With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be delighted by the girl's alluring face. "—Fuck! Oh, my god! D-Declan, ahhn! More! D-deep!" Declan's treatment of Margaux's delicacy was pull-out, hardly, and rough. When he heard its seductive growl, he became even more ecstatic. "M-Margaux!... aaaaah, f-fuck!" Declan's lips parted, but he was taken aback when the woman in front of him abruptly left, causing him to open his eyes. Declan found Kendra's tone angry when his partner asked, "Who is Margaux?" And now he's having a complete mental breakdown. "W-what?" Declan asked back, asking the girl because he had no idea what the woman was saying. "Don't respond to me with that furious look, Declan; you mentioned her name instead of shouting my name." His lips parted. He did mention Margaux's name? Oh, Jesus Grace! "Is she the woman you're going to bring into your company? Is that flirty woman still wearing the—" "Don't even dare to call Margaux a flirt, Kendra!" Because of his enraged yell, the girl took a step back. In turn, he was taken aback by his incredible scream. "I'm leaving." Kendra was already out of the cubicle before Declan could respond, and he couldn't believe it. Calling Margaux's name while he is with another associate is a new experience for him. He frowned before closing the zipper on his pants and leaning tiredly against the wall. Declan should take action to prevent this from happening again. But the question is, is he capable of doing so? LOOKING at the strewn papers on Declan's desk, Margaux's eyes narrowed and she thought the man was truly rebellious. Margaux adjusted her clothes, but when she looked down, she discovered that she was not dressed as a corporate secretary. "That annoying Declan the bastard!" she murmured softly to herself as she rushed over to Declan's table, sat down, and began to put away his belongings. Yes, her plans went as planned, but she couldn't quite imagine what she was going to wear on her first day as the man's secretary. Margaux can see from his reaction that Declan was gradually becoming interested in her, but not fully. When that happens, she will light a lamp on the floor to commemorate the fact that she is the victor of her vengeance. Margaux sat in the swivel chair for a few more seconds, putting away some of the important papers that appeared to have been passed by a storm due to the amount of clutter. She then noticed a red object taped to the far end of the table, and Margaux only realized it was lipstick when she brought her face closer to it and stroked it with her index finger. When the door suddenly opened, she looked up, and it made a very loud noise. Margaux rose to her feet. Especially when she saw a beautiful woman who was furious at her and quickly walked towards her. "How dare you, bitch!" Given the speed of events, Margaux did not disarm the woman right away. Her right hand landed hard on her cheek, twisting her head as a result of the force of the impact. Margaux's eyes widened as she looked up in surprise at the woman who had slapped her. She, on the other hand, will not take advantage of the situation. She also raised her hand to return the slap. The more force she received, the more powerful she unleashed. "Birth, flirty, whore!" Margaux just raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, staring at the woman. "Are you referring to yourself, young lady?" The woman's face darkened and she immediately raised her right hand to slap her again, but Margaux's reflexes were quick and she quickly caught the woman's arm. Declan came up with that phrase in the scene to greet the man inside. When his gaze shifted to the hand she was holding on the woman, his attention was drawn to her. Declan rushed over to where they were, while a dark face stared at her. Goodness! Margaux appears to be the bad guy in this situation! "Drop your hands, Margaux," Declan yelled angrily as she was unable to move due to her shock. What difference does it make? Will he defend this snobbish woman more than she, who was the first to complain? "Are you okay, Kendra?" Declan asked, and Margaux couldn't help but roll her eyes. As she turned her gaze to Margaux, a woman named Kendra secretly smiled at her. When Declan caressed the temple, it resurfaced with its face and acted hurt once more. The two idiots are flirting with her in front of her. How enthralling! "Get out first, Kendra, and return to your position; I'll just speak with Margaux." "However, what might she say—" "I have more faith in you than she does." Margaux became irritated. Is Declan truly so enraged by her that he will insult her again in front of his woman? Declan confronted the woman named Kendra as soon as she emerged. She then noticed his subdued reaction while staring at her adamantly. Then he said something. Declan has his arms crossed and his hands clasped as he asks, "What happened?" Margaux, on the other hand, was cast as a character on the air because... Why would she speak if he doesn't make her believe? "I slapped your girl!" Margaux bravely exclaimed in his face, and she was taken aback when Declan abruptly approached her without taking his gaze away from her. Declan appeared in front of her shortly after. They are only a few inches apart. Declan then pulls her shoulders back and turns her to face him. Declan looked her in the eyes for the first time in her life, and he was serious. After a while, he lowered his face to force them to look at each other. Brows furrowed before he fixed his gaze on her lips. "Margaux, tell me what really happened when I'm not there." "That's what I slapped—" Declan suddenly touched his lips to Margaux's, and she couldn't finish what she was about to say. Margaux's mind immediately blanked out. Declan's lips moved to savor her delectable mouth, and she felt his hands travel to her body and find his hands at her peak. The young man turned her around and pressed his body against Declan's. His hands were now massaging Margaux's breast, and she admitted that she was having a great time. Then she closes her eyes and lets Declan ravish her with all of his might. She expertly wrapped her arm around Declan's neck, and the man intensified the kiss. Margaux can't stop groaning. "Shit! Margaux!" Declan exclaimed, her delicacy caressed by his hands. Despite the fact that she was still wearing leggings, the young man inserted his hand into her delicacy. Margaux embraced the sweetness that engulfed her entire being. This is her first time being touched, and Declan remains the first man she allows to touch her body. Her lips parted, even though Declan was already caressing her clitoris. Then, startled, she opened her eyes. And pushed Declan as hard as she could. The young man appeared taken aback by what she had done to his already manly eyes. Margaux fiddled with her clothes and couldn't bear looking at the young man. And she, on the other hand, hears Declan's slow laughter. She shifted her gaze to the young man at an inconvenient moment. And I even saw him licking the finger he used to caress his cl*toris. Margaux backed away and was about to leave Declan's office when he grabbed her arm and effortlessly converted her once more. Declan is on her back, and Margaux is on his. He hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to let her go. Margaux's hair miraculously healed when she felt Declan's kiss on her neck while he massaged her breasts once more. "You're not going to be able to get rid of me now, Margaux," he said seductively. Declan's enticing voice made her hair stand on end. "D-Declan, l-leave me alone, you beast!" "Not until you're willing to lie naked in bed with me," he said, her face flushed. There's anxiety, fear, and... excitement. Declan, on the other hand, is not the type of man she will let him break the most stringent rules she has set aside for her future husband. Her mind began to work at that moment. Margaux raised her right foot and broke what was between Declan's thighs. Declan was able to free her, and she moved away from him quickly. As he held the squirming in pain stretch, the young man jumped in pain. Margaux felt sorry because she knew it had caused great pain, but she felt no remorse in particular, and it appeared that the young man had no intention of letting her go. She then laughed quietly to herself. She was victorious in the first stage. "Y-you will pay for this, Margaux, you will pay for this. "I'm willing to do anything that — aww! It fucking hurts." Maragux smiled as she held her successful invisible trophy in her right hand. She was about to open the door when Declan appeared in front of her, his silly grin still on her. Goodness! "Asshole, release me, help!" Margaux yelled effortlessly as it loaded her like a sack of rice on his right arm. She slapped his back, but Declan just spanked her butt. "Declan! Release me!" she yelled again, but Margaux could only hear his loud laughter. "There's no point in shouting, Margaux; this is my office, and it's completely soundproof." As a result, she was even more nervous. Especially after he turned left on the road and Declan was still walking down the long corridor while the man carried her on his right arm. "Declan, where are you taking me, you jerk!" "In my private room, Margaux. You have nothing to lose now, and we will both scream in pleasure once I'm in." Margaux's thoughts are wandering all over the place. Declan is the man she despises, but... Why does she appear to enjoy it? What was the source of her sudden excitement? What made her think that she would enjoy what Declan would do to her? B-but.... "Declan... please put me down! Have mercy on me," the young man said as he came to a halt before entering what he claimed was a private room. Then it lowered her, and when she looked up, his face darkened. Declan then spoke, and she was taken aback by his icy tone. "Leave, Margaux, before I do something you don't approve of." He bowed, and Maragux sighed as he heard Declan's rage. "Leave now, what are you waiting for?" Declan yelled, and Margaux backed away. Declan was enraged because she could see it with his eyes. He'd just realized he was re-spelling the corridor back to Declan's office. She even caught Mr. Conrad's attention in astonishment by looking behind her. "Ms. Anson, did you happen to see Mr. Heisenberg—" she cut him off and just kept walking out of Declan's office without saying anything. Shit! And then Margaux realized something about her plan; How long could she keep pretending to be Declan's secretary for the next few days? And will she be able to exact her vengeance so soon?

Declan wishes he could punch himself in the face. He wishes to inflict pain on himself as a result of what he did to Margaux, as he frequently does to seduce women. However, he admitted that whenever he sees the girl, his earthly body comes to life. Every time he hears Margaux's little moan, he gets a strange feeling. What is he thinking now? What has changed in him, and does he seem to see Margaux as a woman now, rather than a baby that he used to looked at her before? What does he have, and why does he appear to go insane when he thinks about the girl? Is he already swayed by its enticement? Will he be influenced by Margaux's beauty? He didn't know, and he didn't need to. Declan leaned against the nearest wall, then closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His mind wandered freely to the shape of the girl's body while his hands were in his pockets. It simply cannot be. No! "S-sir, Declan? Are you okay?" A voice came in and asked, opening his eyes and turning to Conrad when he heard the voice. The steward cocked his brow, concerned. Declan shifted his weight before speaking, then turned to face Conrad. "I'm fine, Conrad," he replied, but the opposite did not seem to persuade him. "Are you certain that you saw Margaux walk out of my office?" he simply inquired. "Yeah, she was even in a hurry, what the—" After a while, Conrad came to a halt, his lips forming a 'O'. "—You did the..." "No! nothing," he said emphatically, and Conrad never asked again. Then Conrad spoke for a few seconds. "All right, sir. I'm leaving you here because I still need to take care of something important," Conrad informed him, and he simply nodded. Even before Conrad could flee, he caught Conrad's attention again, causing him to turn over as steward once more. He sighed before asking. I was wondering if he had ordered an improvement for what he was going to ask. "The woman that night, do you have a lead on that woman's identity?" In addition to his friends Lucifer and Tanner, he instructs Conrad to find out the identity of the woman he went to Muchàs Gràcias with the night before. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm having trouble determining the identity of that woman because, instead of wearing a mask, the area where you were is also dark," he replied, causing Declan to let out another violent sigh. Declan nodded as he said, "All right, thanks; you can leave now, Conrad." "I will notify you sir as soon as there is an improvement, and I have also asked my friends to assist me in resolving these issues." Declan gave a tired nod before motioning for Conrad to leave. When the steward was no longer visible to him. Declan quickly took his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his friend Lucifer's number. "What is it now, Dec? I haven't found the lead yet; I will call you as soon as I find it." "Let's drink tonight, and tell Tanner to do a one-on-one with the three of us at the disco bar," he said. On the other end of the phone line, Lucifer laughed. "Before that, that was new to my ears; I'm used to you introducing the identity of that woman as the first thing you say when you call; what's different now and then?" What exactly is the case? Aside from being perplexed as to why he had always had Margaux in his mind, he remembered the foolishness that woman had done to him that night. He realized he was on his way back to his office after some time. For the time being, Declan was unable to communicate with Lucifer via phone. He was still a little stunned and turned his gaze to the area closest to his swivel chair when he imagined the sensual interaction between the two of them and the girl Margaux earlier. He closed his eyes after a while. No! He was unaffected. He doesn't feel anything, and nothing strange rises in his body when he sees or even touches Margaux. There is none. Will he, however, continue to deceive himself? Declan knows what it's like to be attractive with a woman, and he might be stupid if he broke the promise he made to himself. Later, his phone rang, and he answered it right away because Tanner was registered with his caller ID. "So, where are you? My twin and I are already at the Muchàs Gràcias disco bar." Declan was speaking to a friend as he walked out of his office slowly. He only realized he was still dressed in a business suit at that point. "Fuck!" "Oh, Declan, what's the matter with you? Do you remember that woman's face?" Out of stupidity, he slapped his brow. "I forgot to bring my spare clothes with me—" "Is that still a problem? Come on, you're still handsome even in business attire," his friend said, before hearing Tanner laugh on the other end of the phone. "It would be really okay, Tan 'if I'm comfortable, but I'm not," Declan responded, his left eyebrow raised and he couldn't walk in front of his car any longer. "Here's the thing, don't you still have a secretary? Why don't you call him instead and tell him to go home first so you can get dressed—" "She isn't a he; she is a she, and Margaux had no idea where my house was." "Oh! Are you now accepting a female secretary? Why is that Declan — oh shit! Fuck! Is the Margaux you're referring to, the beautiful woman you turned down the grand proposal back then?" "Yeah!" He responded quickly. "Oh my goodness!" Tanner exclaimed at the end of the line. Tanner and Lucifer were aware of what he had done to Margaux while in college. And his friends understand why he did it. "You've already met, so why don't you invite her to Muchàs Gràcias tonight, Declan? I'm sure she'll be delighted—" "No!" "What do you mean by that in your response, we just want to see her again right? Or what! Is Margaux still have a curvy body and not... a young baby?" He laughed, but Declan's vision darkened. "Perhaps there are still a lot of men chasing after Margaux Anson's beauty, so can I have sex with her instead—" "Fuck you Tanner, fuck you!" Declan yelled, cutting the phone line. He also clenched his fists, as if he wanted to kick. Tanner has no right to do so... and no one else is able... shit! Declan's thoughts caught him off guard. He also stepped aside for a moment to examine his reflection in the car window. "Fuck!! I'm a messed up," he yanked at his hair, frustrated. Only to discover that he was dialing Margaux's phone number. He had the girl's phone number because he got it from the resume posted there. Declan has no idea why he did it on purpose so long as... When he heard her voice on the other end of the line, Declan closed his eyes and said, "Hello, who is this?" "M-Margaux," he softly whispered its name, then heard Margaux's excruciating reaction when she heard his voice. "D-Declan?" "Y-yeah, I am; could you—" "What do you require then?" He only realized he was smiling when he heard the woman's steady voice again. MARGAUX'S chest trembled as she heard Declan, her boss, on the other end of the phone call. What the young man did in his office remains vivid in her mind to this day. When Margaux thinks about it again, she seems to want to hurt herself because she was drifting in the heat of her body as a result of what the young man did that Declan caressed her, as if he owned her. She then let out a loud sigh. "What are you looking for?" she inquired. Her tone of voice reflects her irritation. However, the other line simply went silent, which irritated her once more. Is Declan teasing her once more this time? Or perhaps she should say, "Please meet me in the parking lot of my workplace right now." "And why would I do that?" the other line fell silent again. "That's an order, and I, your boss, expect you to follow it." "I don't want to; you handle it with yourself—" "If you don't come here for the seconds I've set aside for your arrival, I'll go to your house myseld!" "W-what are you talking about? You can't do that, can you?" "Why not, Margaux? I certainly have the ability to do whatever I want." Margaux simply slapped her forehead in response to the man's annoyance. Declan couldn't have blackmailed her. She also refuses to allow her father to see Declan for fear of receiving another resounding speech from her father here. Margaux's father has not yet returned home, but he may do so unexpectedly and notice that Declan and she are the only two in the house. But, in the end, Margaux granted her wishes. And it's up to Declan Heisenberg to be moldy and waiting for her. It didn't say exactly what he expected of her, and Margaux was already thinking that Declan might do worse inside the man's office. Her cellphone rang again as she was about to lay down on the bed. Margaux was irritated even more when she saw Declan calling her again. "Can you tell me what you're looking for—" "I'm on my way to your house and I am now driving in my car—" "Ah, stupid! Don't leave, I'll come to you." "OK, talk to you soon. I'll be waiting for you. I'm just in the parking lot — oh, would you mind if I came over to pick you up—" "Don't, okay? I'll be the one to come to you, huh? Why are you so stubborn?" Margaux quickly went to the dresser to get dressed while Declan remained on the phone. She wears what she touches first. "I'm going to end this call now, bye." "Could you please keep in contact with me even if you're taking a taxi?" Margaux creased her brow. "Why? Are you going to insult me again, you animal?" "Okay, drop your phone now; I'll be waiting for you here; just please hurry," Declan said, declaring his cellphone dead at the same time. Maragux, on the other hand, only raised her brow slightly in response to the man's rudeness. Didn't Declan say she'd just keep her connection with the young man first? But why does it seem like he's still so hot that he'll be killed if she calls? She didn't even think about it and just kept walking out of the household subdivision. Margaux flagged down a taxi and immediately informed the driver of the address where she would be delivering. After a few moments, they arrived at Declan's company's parking lot. She was even perplexed as to why it was still open at nine o'clock at night. "This is what I paid for," Margaux said to the taxi driver as the vehicle was backed up and driven out of the building. Margaux was greeted by the dark ambiance as soon as the taxi left her. Her knees began to shake as a result of her nervousness. She was also unable to open her mouth or even stand on her own because she was terrified. Margaux is afraid of any place where she will meet only pure darkness because she has a phobia there. Shee felt as if something would suddenly pull her away and eat her alive in connection with the darkness she was so afraid of. "Lights, please! I-I n-need lights," Margaux said, her mouth trembling. She also had no idea why her body had suddenly turned cold. And Maragux was certain it was due to her extreme fear and nervousness. "D-Declan..." she sobbed three times as she whispered its name. Then, all of a sudden, someone touched her arm, rendering Margaux paralyzed, and she barely grabbed his arm while her head was submerged in his massive chest. She was sobbing and didn't care what anyone said because all she wanted to do was hug to anyone who was with her even though he/she is a total stranger to her. Only to discover that Declan's perfume soothed her nostrils because she was so at ease, especially because she was with someone. But then Margaux felt his touch on her wrist again, only this time to release her body, which was clinging to Declan's. "N-no, no! D-don't leave m-me pl-please. D-Declan don't l-leave me alone here," Margaux clung to Declan's body even tighter and tighter, closing her eyes because she didn't want to see a creature with such an ugly face. "L-lights! Lights! I-I need lights." She is still weak. She just felt the warm arms hugging her back as if she felt it was protecting her. "All right! I'm not going to leave you here," it finally said, but then a light came on, and Margaux hurriedly moved away from Declan's body. Maragux even pushed him a little bit. "Was that all? When you made me hug you, you just pushed me—" "What do you require, Declan? Please let me know so that I can return home." "But first, hug me again—" She simply yelled in front of Declan's face, which caused the young man to laugh before becoming serious. "I would appreciate it if you could accompany me in Muchàs Gràcias." "What do you mean, Muchàs?" Declan said it again: "Muchàs Gràcias." Margaux, on the other hand, had no idea where that was. Declan interrupted her as she was about to say something. "I need someone to drive me home; I'll just have a drink there; and you, as my secretary, have no choice but to obey my command; you have no right to complain because you are now sealed."

The smokey atmosphere, the loud music playing at the end of the stage, the various colors of disco lights, and the men's screams as they sipped the drink she couldn't name. That was the first thing Margaux saw when she stepped into the sinful disco bar. Margaux clung so tightly to her jacket as she struggled to blend in with the bodies that didn't care if they were touched. Margaux tried to avoid them, but the second time her body was hit by an unknown personality, she backed away but also came to a halt as to what she was doing when her back collided with a sturdy body that looked like a concrete object that could not be broken even by the storm. Unexpectedly, she looked up to see who that man was, only to find Declan frowning at her. "How come you always took a step back?" The man inquired, and it was only then that Margaux realized Declan had already grasped both of her shoulders, holding them for support so she wouldn't fall to her feet. Then Declan steered her to the right path of facing him. "..ugh! I — I..." How is she going to express her dissatisfaction with the situation? She couldn't look Declan in the eyes and instead concentrated on her feet. He gradually let go of her, but he never took his gaze away from her. Declan's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her mini skirt. "Why are you... w-wearing a..." Declan clenched his left fist in his mouth before coughing, "—skirt that can see your legs. Men here are dangerous. They are wild when it comes to releasing body heat." Margaux became alarmed at the sudden appearance of danger. She rolled her eyes at the whole thing and noticed a few men staring at her as if they were about to strip her naked. Margaux flinched from the terror in her body; if she hadn't felt Declan's grip on her side again and turned her without hesitation to bring the body closer to the man, Margaux wouldn't have been able to look away from those men who chased lust after the flesh. She raised her eyes to Declan, who was now staring down at her. "Don't worry, don't be scared; you're with me, and once those assholes see that I'm holding you, they'll eventually turn away from you." Margaux was still nervous. "H-how did you say that?" Declan then gave her a reassuring smile. Margaux couldn't help but wonder once more. Declan has given her a genuine smile for the second time. "Why don't you look around and see for yourself, Margaux?" said the young man, and she immediately regained her sight, proving Declan correct. It felt like a gunshot wound to the men who had suddenly averted their gaze and were now preoccupied. "Now get going." She returned her gaze to the young man, puzzled, "huh?" "Go ahead, you walk first, and I'll just follow." "But, w-why—" "Just do it, okay?" she heard the irritation in its tone. "Why are you asking so many more questions?" Margaux simply turned away, as she didn't want to argue any longer. She no longer felt detached, as if she were about to be slaughtered by the looks men were throwing her way. But, once again, the deadly stare of the women in the distance was striking. Margaux simply ignored it, as she was no longer interested. "Declan!" yelled a man ahead of Margaux, and she couldn't place who it was. But it wasn't until she got closer that she realized who that voice belonged to. Declan's closest companions were Lucifer Bennington and his twin Tanner. She suddenly shrank back, especially as the men stared her down from head to toe. Declan, Lucifer, and Tanner exchange a man hug before a fist bump, and Margaux turns around as Declan's two friends looked at her. She recognized them because they had both witnessed Declan's rejection of her proposal at the time. Declan seemed to be teasing Margaux. It demonstrates to his friends that Declan can easily command her obedience while also insulting her at any time. "You really included Margaux, bud. Hahaha why is that?" Declan just smiled before turning to face her. "Sit, Margaux," the young man said, giving her a cynical look before screamed out loud. Margaux's feathers were healed as a result of what they did. It was as if she was betting, and she imagined them secretly giving each other a money when she was no longer in front of them. Margaux eventually decided to return home. She returned her attention to the one she and Declan were going through. Maybe she won't vanish if she goes all the way to the end by herself, right? Margaux turned to face the young man, while Declan was conversing with Lucifer and Tanner, who were now sipping the newly released sourdest drink that was already on the table for them. Then Margaux coughed to get Declan's attention, and it didn't take her long to turn it around. "Do you need anything, Margaux?" Declan turned to face her and placed his hand slightly in front of her and on her face, causing her to hold her breath. "C-can I-I go to the comfort room?" she may ask, and the truth is that she is really going home at that point. Declan stood up and stared at the very dark room with the very spacious cubicle, which surprised Margaux. "L-go, let's and I'll accompany you—" "No, let me do it!" exclaimed the young man, turning his head to face her. "You don't know every nook and cranny of this place, Margaux; men are now in the—" "Can I be myself?" "No, you are not—" "I can do whatever the hell I want!" What Margaux really doesn't want is for someone to get in the way of her decision. Declan moaned before averting his gaze, returning to his seat, and ignoring her. Margaux bit her lower lip uncomfortably, despite Declan's refusal to let her leave. Then, all of a sudden, one of the twins turned to her. She only knew who it was because of the t-shirt they were wearing with the name printed on the front. Lucifer was one of the twins who approached her. Instead, he gave her a friendly smile. "Go Margaux, Declan was just... uhmm...mad!" Margaux nodded and turned away. Because she had already stepped on her feet, she had no idea what Declan's reaction would be. Margaux felt as if she was being watched with each step she took, but she ignored it and kept on walking. Because of the music that swayed their hips, she was already engulfed by people dancing. Margaux looked over at Declan's table, but they were no longer visible. She smiled because she realized she could finally go home at that point. Margaux's smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Three men stood in her way, staring at her like mad dogs. Their tongues were still protruding from their mouths, and a smirk was plastered across their faces, terrifying her entire body. She was about to flee to cross the street when they apprehended her. Margaux yelled for help, but no one came to her aid as she suffered at the hands of the three men, as if something bad was in store for her. Along with the very loud ringing of disco sounds, there was a very loud shout from Margaux. However, everyone else was still dancing, and no one seemed to notice her screams. The men dragged Margaux to a location where she had lost track of the disco bar. Margaux couldn't figure out why she was crying in the middle of the night. "D-Declan! Release me, Declan help!" she yelled, but no one came to her aid. As she sobbed, she could hear the men's deafening laughter. A man let go of her hand in order to caress her leg with his fingers. "N-no! N-no! Please, please. H-have mercy, please! Let me go." Two other men were holding both of her arms, and it wasn't until she realized she was in a sinful room that she realized what was going on. She screamed and sobbed for assistance. Margaux then felt a hand on her womanhood. "Nooooooooo!" Margaux's attention was drawn to the door because of a loud bang. Declan was standing in the door jamb, fist clenched, looking at her lying on the bed and being molested by men lusting after flesh. "D-Declan......" She stiffened. Her heart was pounding at a rapid pace. The men have also stopped molesting her and are now staring at a young man whose face cannot be printed. "M-Margaux..." Declan said as he looked at the men who were molesting her. The young man clenched his fists at the criminals who were about to rape her because of the speed of events. Margaux screamed as she was not used to seeing such a sensitive commotion in front of her. Declan's face darkened as he looked at the man who had suddenly scrambled out of the room and even hit his head on the partition of the wall. Declan's gaze was drawn to her, and he approached her slowly, bowed, and knelt to check on her. Margaux couldn't help but embrace the young man. Sobbing. Margaux wasn't sure if she was holding his breath because her hug was so tight, but the young man didn't complain. "T-Thank you, D-Declan; I-I'm not sure what's going on with me right now if you don't come." Declan was deafeningly quiet. Instead, he simply allowed her to embrace the young man too tightly. "I told you, it's dangerous for a woman to walk around without any resistance to men who crave flesh, and you..." He paused. Margaux was also relieved by Declan's voice, which indicated that he was...angry but concerned. "You're so stubborn, Margaux... You're so stubborn that I just want to smack my head against the wall; what if I don't come? What's wrong with you now—" Margaux manages to speak up in between sobs. "I'm s-sorry.... I-I really want to go home, b-because I really am not comfortable with the place Declan." Finally she had said it all. "Bullshit! Why didn't you just tell me first hand?" Margaux simply closed her eyes due to Declan's scream. Margaux just hugged Declan even tighter around his massive frame. "I... I just had an idea—" "—Are you going home alone? Am I right there?" She didn't respond. For a brief moment, the surroundings were deafeningly quiet. She was startled when Declan grabbed her arms and wrapped them around her body and stood up. She was afraid of being left in the room and knew she didn't deserve to be there. When Margaux noticed Declan, he immediately removed his coat and wrapped it around her thighs. For some reason, and for the first time, she just looked at the young man as he did that. Declan made her feel secure. Today, he isn't the Declan who teases her all the time, but the Declan who genuinely wants to protect her. Margaux later realized that her buttocks had simply risen away from the bed as a result of the young man's load. "Let's go home," he said, but Margaux was speechless and couldn't respond. Margaux's system was still filled with fear and nervousness, especially when she heard the horrifying voices of those men who wanted to move her even further. For the first time, she appreciates Declan's assistance. Margaux feels safe in his care for the first time. They didn't agree on many things, but at the time, she wanted to thank Declan for saving her from the hands of those men who were planning to do unnecessary things to her.

Declan's eyes darkened as he remembered the fear that had crept into Margaux's face when he saw the girl lying on the bed while being feasted on by three mad men lusting after flesh. He had no idea why he suddenly felt the urge to kill at those times. Margaux only said goodbye to go in the comfort, but Declan was surprised when the girl still couldn't come back after only five minutes, so he immediately followed her. Only to discover that Margaux had been molested and that he was still inside the room where much sin had already occurred. He erupted in rage. He didn't control his rage; instead, he let it out by fighting those three. But the one who remained standing fled when he realized he couldn't stand up to another standing man whos is Declan disarmed the men who had molested Margaux. He was also irritated when the girl declined his offer to accompany her to the restroom, which was.... She wishes to return home without informing him. In short, Margaux lied to him. Now that he was driving home, he called Lucifer and Tanner to let them know he couldn't return to their table. They even inquired as to the reason, but he purposefully hung up the phone. Declan looked at Margaux, who was now stunned, as if out of her mind, and knew it was the result of what had happened. "M-Margaux..." Declan called her name, but she froze and jumped in fear as a result of his sudden speech. Margaux gave him a menacing look. "Is-there s-something y-you n-need?" She crammed herself into the farthest corner of his car in the passenger seat at the same time. And was afraid he'd be able to touch her like those men did, but he couldn't... Declan should have been more cautious now that he can see fear in her eyes. "Are you..." What should he instead ask Margaux? Instead of speaking, he remained silent and resumed driving, his attention focused on the road. Many scenarios flashed through his mind, all of which involved charging the three men who had done it against his will. Margaux's unwillingness to molest it and almost.... shit! Declan became agitated, but on the other hand, he questioned himself over and over. Why did he become suddenly concerned about Margaux? What's the deal with... He appears to want to protect her as much as possible. Margaux was still in the passenger seat to his right, in the corner of the side of his car. Declan turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. It was after eleven o'clock at night, and only a few vehicles like them were passing on the road that was openly passable. Then he looked at her, and Declan could see her fear right through her. "M-Margaux—" "D-don't t-touch me pleaseeee, don't!" The girl held out his hand as he was about to hold Margaux's hand. She was sobbing as well, and Declan tried everything he could to get Margaux to look at him. Declan felt millions of needles piercing his chest when he saw Margaux's tears streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks after he successfully presented her face to him. She even wrapped her palm around his holds to remove the hands he had on her cheek, but Declan wouldn't let go. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he spoke. "It's just me; no more men will ever hurt you." However, Margaux was hesitant. Her eyes were dull as well, as if she had been separated from him. Declan then sighed. He was sorry for her; it was all his fault, no matter how he looked at it. Declan felt compelled to inflict pain on himself as a result of his folly. It's insufficient, and the girl comes across as almost vulgar in... That is, in a pleasant location.... shit! "I'll just take you home," said the girl, who didn't say anything but didn't nod or give him any strange signal to do so. He simply shook his hand and sat in the driver's seat. Declan then started the engine and let it roar. When he turned to look again, Margaux covered herself with his coat. It still avoids his presence. Declan had no choice but to return the car to the girl's home. He didn't have to ask because he already knew where the girl lived. Declan was quietly driving along the road when he heard Margaux's weak sobs again. Shit! He turns the steering wheel once more, only to find himself staring at Margaux, who is shaking in her seat... "M-Margaux! What's w-wrong?" he exclaimed, unsure what to do and restless. Declan then raised his hand to examine her forehead, but she did not have a fever. It was literally shaking so much that he turned Margaux's body to face him again and again for a warm hug. He felt the thing between his thighs come alive again just as Margaux's skin pressed against his body. But this was not the time for him to cool down. To ease the simulation of releasing his body heat. He must not profit from Margaux's current situation. And he will exert as much restraint as possible. When his pain hurts as a result of restraint, it's up to him; he doesn't care about it any longer. Declan felt Margaux's hand encircling his waist, preparing to give him a hug in return. Only to realize he was struggling to breathe. Fuck! M-Margaux. Why are you treating me like this? Declan was losing himself, and it was Margaux's moist breasts, pressed against his, that brought him back to the present. "D-don't leave me pl-please, I-I'm scared," she said, terrified and trembling. Declan notices that Maragux's embrace with him has tightened even more. Because of what Margaux said, he already had an idea in his head that he knew this was the only thing he could do to keep an eye on the maiden on an hourly basis. He was also uncomfortable leaving it at home alone, so he considered taking the girl home himself. Declan was tapping her back and letting her cry in his chest because he wanted to soothe her fear through him. Its breath dwindled gradually. The arms that wrapped around him were also gradually knotted. Declan lowers his gaze and notices Margaux closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. However, He's not at ease. Because her body was already so hot, he decided to move her. He was just biting his lower lip to keep himself under control. Deep. Until he got a taste of the blood in his mouth. And it was all because he clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from taking advantage of Margaux... In her current state, no. Declan reached for his cellphone on the dashboard and dialed Conrad's number to have the courtyard of his room repaired. His room was a shambles and still smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the girl alone in such a complicated environment. He even told Conrad to get rid of anything that was no longer needed in his room and, to the greatest extent possible, to get rid of anything he could no longer use. "And what about Phoebe's picture frame on your side table, sir? Should I also throw it away—" "Don't make the mistake of moving that, Conrad; I'm the only one who can fight you if you do." "I was just wondering, sir—" "Understood?" "Don't put your fingers on Phoebe's photo." "O-okay," Conrad said, indicating that he had disconnected the phone call. CARRYING the soundly sleeping Margaux in his arms, Declan took care not to wake her up. Conrad only followed him to his room and opened the door. The steward, like him, was deafeningly quiet. He lowered his gaze to Margaux. Her face was pressed against his chest, clearly tired from crying. Declan was in need while looking at the girl's condition, so she couldn't even move or move to change her position. "Because Margaux was with you, sir, you directed me to clean in your room; it's just refreshing because back then—" "Just get me some cold water in a basin, Conrad," Declan says, cutting to what the steward is saying. "It is my pleasure, sir," he said as he walked away to carry out his orders. He looked down at the girl, who was now lying freely on his soft bed. Her damp outer garment caused her to cry and sweat. He felt the same way, but he had to prioritize the girl's health because she would become ill if he didn't go. Declan turned around when he felt the gradual resurrection of the object between his two thighs when he looked down at the girl's thigh down to her feet. "Holy fucker of sweet juices, please bear with me this time, bare with me! Ahh. Fuck! Fuck it! Why do you keep bulging my friend? That was Margaux only. Only her. Please loosen your bone now," he said angrily, his eyes focusing on its bulging length. Maybe he was crazy to talk to his manhood, who was unable to respond now that he was bulging even more, as if he wanted to get out of his pants. Declan pretended to be unconscious when he noticed Conrad carrying the basin in both hands and the towel over his right shoulder. This is a fucking fuck! "Here's what you're after, sir. Margaux's swab is already there in case you find the—" "You may depart at this time, Conrad, and please accept my gratitude for your assistance." Conrad only gave him a wry look before lowering his gaze to Margaux, prompting him to quickly lift the white blanket to cover Margaux's overly exposed thigh and leg before returning his gaze to the caretaker. "Do you need anything else, Conrad?" Instead, he simply stared at him with his eyes wide open. Conrad's response stunned him. "That's how you were with Phoebe, who just made after your money, sir; let me just remind you, you are no longer in your old world where you are free to play with anyone; I even witnessed you failing, and maybe when that happens again—" "Not happening, Conrad; I vowed before that the same thing would never happen again; I am now a well-built Declan Heisenberg who will never be beaten by a woman again." Conrad gave a friendly smile. "Then I will leave, and I am confident that I will leave you without causing you any pain." He turned around, but before he could take a step, Conrad faced him again, his left brow slightly raised. "Regarding the identity of the woman you saw the last time you went to Muchàs Gràcias, my team now has her fingerprint and even her cornea and iris scanner; the identity of that woman will be revealed soon." "At the moment, my team is conducting a thorough investigation using their servers and IP." Will he be happy about it? Yes, because there was another woman who just turned him around, except for his great ex-girlfriend Phoebe, about whom he now has no information. He had last seen the girl while still in England. Declan, on the other hand, admitted that Phoebe, his ex-girlfriend, still has a place in his heart, which he hasn't changed and hasn't been reduced by even 1%. "I'm leaving, sir Declan. Please behave," Conrad said last, and he knew Conrad meant something else, so he just smiled. "I'll be nice now that—" "But your pennis aren't," Conrad shook, stunned by his bulging pants. Shit! Conrad discovered him with a massive bonner between his legs. "Conrad, you must have left!" "All right!" Conrad waved goodbye before turning his back on him, just as the steward's weak footsteps were leaving his room. Declan's eyes dropped again when the man vanished from his sight because he was still stiff. How long will you be sleeping there, my friend? When you are going to get back into a tight spot? He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He was sick of shaking hands with people when he had nowhere to go. To put it another way, he now needs to come out with another hot body, but... Margaux isn't... "Fuck! I can't do that to her!" He looked down at his still stiff stretch. "Stop commanding like a mad warrior, my friend; have mercy on me and stop torturing me in this manner." His stomach is bothering him once more. But he has to keep his cool, doesn't he? He needs to keep his cool. But, with the rest of his time to get dressed and relieve the sweat that had engulfed Margaux's body, Declan found himself sitting back in the cubicle, making himself happy with his hands, which were occasionally shouting the name of the unconscious maiden.

Margaux was terrified when she saw the three men drooling at her and stomping on their feet as they approached. When they started touching her leg up to her delicacy, the girl was trembling with fear and screaming. She was sobbing and pleading, but the three aren't listening and just keep doing what they're doing. She was also disgusted with herself when two more men grabbed both of her arms. But when she felt the hand enter her pantyhose, Margaux yelled angrily, knowing she couldn't fight back. She opened her eyes abruptly, only to realize it was all a dream. But when she came face to face with the darkness, she felt fear all over again. Margaux was terrified and trembling. Margaux was certain to herself that she didn't turn off all the lights in her room even though she was alone at home while her father was away. So the darkness that had now appeared in Margaux's eyes was a huge mystery because she would not turn off the light when she went to bed. "L-lights, pl-please! L-lights," she shook, clutching the blanket as if she could smell Declan's perfume through it. Then, all of a sudden, the lights turned on. Only to see Declan standing midway near the main switch, eyes closed, hair was messy, and clothes still tangled. Margaux felt relieved when she saw that everything was in order. Only then did she realize she wasn't in her room. "W-what am I doing here?" Margaux inquired of the young man, whose arms were now crossed as Declan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Declan's eyes immediately opened when he heard her voice, compromising to meet his red eyes that seemed to lack sleep and rest. "Don't you remember everything? Muchàs Gràcias last night?" he asked, his voice husky. What happened the previous night? In that case, what she had seen in her vision earlier was a literal nightmare, not a dream. Declan also rescued her inside that dark room, she recalled. Even before those men succeeded in moving her to death, Margaux was grateful for his appearance. Declan then moved forward, reaching for a left wall and leaning against it, his eyes now close together once more. The young man's body slid down gradually as well. Margaux noticed that the man appeared tired, his arms drooping as if he had not gotten enough sleep or rest. "D-Declan?" "Hmm," Margaux said softly, biting her lower lip. Only his left eye was open, and it was only half-open when he looked at her. The only thing that moved was its head to look at her. Margaux flashed back to the steamy scene between the two of them and Declan inside the company's office "What are you doing leaning up against the wall?" "I'm exhausted, Margaux, and I can't sleep." "B-why?" she asked, frowning, and despite her tiredness, Margaux was able to get close to Declan by stepping on her toes. Will she be able to continue her revenge now that she sees his soft side? Yes, eventually, but for the time being, she must keep a low profile because she is exhausted. Margaux, on the other hand, has yet to determine her next course of action. It was only then that she realized what she was wearing this time: Declan's knee-length shirt. Declan is the only one in the house, so... She knows only the young man is capable of dressing her up like this. "You've already gone to bed to sleep—" "No, Margaux. Stay away from me. That's the part where you could help me out." He frowned. "What do you mean—" "Oh shit! I'm sorry for this," Margaux could no longer lie down when the young man suddenly turned to her and brought himself close to his body, claiming her lips like a hungry animal ready to eat his prey. "D-Declan, s-stop!" she screamed, but his hands became restless, and Margaux only realized it had gotten into his clothes. Declan tightened his hold on her waist, and she sat on his lap. Only remember that she was now wearing her panty because Margaux had just felt a sharp object piercing her delicacy's mouth. It was Declan's pennis, and she admitted to feeling a strange sensation in her body, especially when she felt Declan's kiss engulfing both of her breasts. ".... ohhhhh!" she exclaimed. She can't stop herself from doing what Declan is doing in her breast. Margaux was still exhausted from the intense pleasure it gave her body, but Declan's hand was quick to reach out and support her back. "D-Declan!" Oh no! This is how it feels every time a man kisses that part. Delicious! Very tasty! "Fuck! Margaux! Fuck you!" "Ohhh!" Her eyes were already raised in the air because one of his hands was already caressing and twirling her cunt. "D-Declan... ahh!" "S-shit M-Margaux! You're fucking hot!" Margaux was just feeling so delicious that she didn't realize she was already loaded as a young man on her way to bed. Her legs were also wrapped around Declan's waist to keep her from falling while she held him. Declan manages to put her in bed without breaking the kiss. He jumped on top of her and kissed Margaux. It was only then that she noticed her own body, which was no longer dressed in only the young man's top t-shirt. Then Declan gave her a seductive laugh! "Shiit Margaux, you really turned me on," he said, looking at her from head to toe. She was only wearing a bra and pantyhose, but the young man couldn't take his gaze away from her. "Fucking sexy, babe," he said again, kissing her on the forehead, nose, ear, both cheeks, and finally on her lips. She was exhausted once more. Declan was now kissing her neck and lightly massaging her left breast. "D-Declan..." But then she noticed her bra flying through the air, and she realized it was capable of removing what she was wearing on both of her breasts. Margaux was under Declan's spell and completely drenched, so she didn't care any longer. She went unconscious as soon as the young man kissed her. Margaux sighed as she felt Declan's hands again lowering the garter of her panties. She bit her lip as she watched Declan's face light up, as if he was happy with what they were doing right now. Until she didn't have a single covering left on her body, and Declan looked so proud that he did it without any resistance from her. The man then stood up, first removing his shirt, and Margaux noticed Declan Heisenberg's perfectly sculpted body. She couldn't take her gaze away from the young man because the scene he was portraying in front of her was stunning. Then he removed his pants, leaving no covering on his body, just like she did. Margaux was devastated, especially when he saw how the young man's commando saluted her as if she were a ready soldier on the battlefield. "T-D-Declan, that's—" "Big, yeah?" he asked, smiling as he crawled back onto the bed and found her lips once more. "Don't worry, it'll fit," he said softly as he kissed her on the lips, and Margaux felt the thrust of its length on the side of her abdomen once more. It gets to his feet and feels ready to dive into the delicacy that awaits him. "Ready?" Margaux snatched the bedsheet, biting her lower lip, before closing her eyes and nodding. Declan had already pointed its length at the opening of her vagina when she opened her eyes again. Declan then gave her a look. Everyone was happy. Declan had already inserted his pennis into the mouth of her tunnel before she could feel a strange sensation engulf her system slowly and slowly. Margaux's pain was overwhelming. "You are a—, M-Margaux!" "D-Declan, please fill me now!" she yelled, forcing herself to accept the size of the young man who had already entered her core, even if it was painful. She was closing her eyes because she was in excruciating pain. Maragux discovered that she had cried because she couldn't bear the pain any longer. "D-Declan — ahhh!" She felt more pain when the young man plunged inside her for a long time and that was over. Declan didn't make a move. And when she looked at the young man, he frowned just looking at her, and the young man bowed slightly to wipe away the few grains of tears that flowed down her cheek. Declan moved quickly when she no longer felt the pain, as if the young man also realized it wasn't painful for her. What was once painful in Margaux's stomach has now been replaced by indescribable delight! "... ahhh! D-Declan! All right." "M-Margaux," the young man leaned on either side of her for support while it continued to stab her from the inside. They felt sorry for each other because they were so delicious, and they just caught themselves shouting their names while both bodies were already wet with sweat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! M-Margaux.... ahhhh." Declan chanted her name, and Margaux was like a guitar, apparently breaking down her strings as soon as she heard the man's voice using her name as a song's lyrics. She was going insane with pleasure, and her hips couldn't stay fixed on the bed because her body swayed as if she couldn't be bothered while the young man continued to go in and out of her. Then, all of a sudden, Declan reached for her right leg, only to insert his shoulder and thrust hard, deep, and deeper yet again. In that position, Margaux felt the young man's stretch inside her even more. She even slightly narrowed her eyes because this is how sex really tastes, especially when the man plowing you is an XL size. "Aah! Ahh! M-Margaux... ohhh! Ohh! H-heaven, heaven!" Declan's voice heightened Margaux's feelings of lust. Rough and hard. When it comes to this one, that's all she can say about Declan devouring her womanhood beyond her innocence. This is still true. It was only now that she had the opportunity to partake in the kind of delectableness that she had only recently discovered. But she seemed to be ready all of a sudden. "D-Declan s-stop, I'm urinating—ahhh!!" "Don't control your juices, M-Margaux, just let it e-explode, you're about to cum... Ohhh!" Declan's statement and its speed doubled. When Declan pulled her inside and out, hard and rough in her womanhood, she felt strangely delicious once more... At the time, it was extremely painful. But Margaux is unconcerned. The only response she took was the pleasure she felt when Declan's XL size pennis entered hers. She nearly broke the bedsheet by gripping it too tightly for support. Declan, on the other hand, continues to thrust deep and hard until she can no longer control herself and finally releases her sweet juices, only then Declan pulls out his length and spurts his sperm beneath in Margaux's stomach as long as she hears Declan's outrageous scream with her name. "M-Margaux.... aaaaaah! Fucking Fuck of a fuck!" Then Declan's body slammed into her. On her proud breast, and now the man is licking it like a candy. "D-Declan... ugh! Please stop that right now... I s-still feel the pain." Suddenly, the young man raised his eyes to her. The smiles that have already begun to appear in its eyes are also noticeable. It wasn't offensive for Margaux to notice why his eyes were twinkling at her. Rather, it is a sense of accomplishment. "J-just give me a break? I won't be in t-this time, L-let me savor your body first!" "B-but D-Declan, what are you up to down there?" When Margaux opened her eyes again, Declan was already at her feet, holding both of her knees before teasing her so sweetly. "Open your legs wide for me, Margaux. Only for me!" Declan ripped both of her legs, exposing her cunt to the young man's eyes once more. Declan bit his lower lip the moment his eyes widened at her womanhood. "D-Declan n-no—" but even before she could close her legs again, the young man quickly caught them so he wouldn't lose sight of her cunt, which is now still painful to move. "D-don't you dare, Margaux, I'm enjoying the view." And the next thing she knew, Declan bowed down, and she just felt his lips kissing the lips of her cunt as if it was still delicious with the repeated smell of it before being licked again. Margaux, on the other hand, engulfed another sensation of being pleasured through Declan's lips in her womanhood. It was so tasty that even holding the young man's head to guide the corner of his lip to deepen what he was doing was willingly obeyed. Margaux has another enticing feeling when Declan's naked body is placed on her feet and his lips are on her manhood, making her feel something she can't quite put her finger on. Then she remembered that the sole reason she applied as a great secretary for Declan's company was to digest her vengeance against the man she despised. But what's going on now? She even had sex with the man who admitted that she was really delicious to be praised! Maybe Margaux is insane, so she'll let Declan make her happy now because the next day and every day after that, she'll never let herself undress in front of the man she despises.

Declan feels compelled to wake up on a beautiful Thursday morning. When he remembered the warm moments he had with Margaux in the very room he had just formed, he opened his eyes and smiled. Declan leaned over to look at the girl, but the smile that had crept across his lips vanished as soon as he realized Margaux was no longer beside him. He allowed himself to stay in bed for a few seconds, reasoning that the girl was just taking a bath. But, after more than two minutes, the girl was still not there, and it was only then that he realized the bathroom was quiet, with no sign of Margaux's shadow taking a bath. Declan gets up, only to discover that he is now alone, and that the clothes he threw away last night are now flattened, including his underwear. Declan was completely taken aback. Margaux left him in the room without saying anything. Was it difficult for that woman to wake him up and tell him she had to go home? Declan moved quickly, even reaching for his clothes, which Margaux had left on the side table as if they were still being ironed. He then recalls the scene from the night before. That was intense, seductive, and scorching! But he noticed something in himself, as if he wanted to see Margaux and didn't want to lose sight of her every now and then. As a result, he twisted his neck. Declan was awakened a few moments later by his cellphone's ringtone, only to discover that Conrad, who had called early in the morning, had made his head burn. Conrad's voice on the phone had already soared before he had even spoken when he answered that the call to shout it. "Please forgive me for disturbing your rest time, sir, but the board of directors and other investors have already arrived only to begin the meeting for the next hours due to the fact that they have a lot of things to do abroad; I've called you many times, but it appears that you had a great night ahead of you last time, which is why you hadn't answered my call." Declan closed his eyes as a result of Conrad's lengthy statement. He forgot that this is why he was quickly sent back to the Philippines to meet the prestigious investors and other board of directors he has in the company he runs. But Declan had a new problem that was really bothering him. Margaux. Margaux should always be the one to notify him because she is now his secretary and Conrad no longer has heavy work to spare there. "Didn't you tell Margaux what my schedule was—" "I haven't seen your secretary since I walked into the office, sir, and even the employees haven't noticed Margaux." If so, could you please elaborate? Where has the maiden disappeared to? "Leave those people in the board room to wait for me; they aren't the only personalized individuals who are busy; I, too, was busy." "However, sir, they will begin—" "Conrad, who is your estate boss?" "Y-you!" "Good. Let them wait. I'll be there in a few minutes," he said, overhearing the speaker sigh violently on the other end of the line. "N-no problem, sir," Conrad said abruptly, hanging up the phone. Declan has a lot on his plate right now, but what he misses most is Margaux's presence. He looked down at the quilt, which now had a red stain on it, proving that Margaux was still a virgin when he took her the night before. But he is undeniably savage from the moment he takes her in. Declan reached for the towel on the rack and entered the bathroom naked to take a shower. Declan could still feel the heat of the girl's body as the cold water dripped down on him, and his mind was still racing from everything that had happened the night before in his own home. When he closed his eyes, he saw Margaux's face just smiling at him, as if she was attracting him. Stupid! He's destined for failure. "WHAT HAPPENED to you last night, Margaux? Your phone has turned off; I would have called you to say hello to what was going on when you applied as my cousin's secretary." Everly was on her way to Margaux's house the next day, accompanied by her husband Damon and daughter Derly. She was sore down there, but she didn't let them know. Margaux didn't want to know when her friend, Declan, was the first man she slept with and, worse, he had already gotten her virginity. When she awoke early this morning and Declan was still sleeping, she left his house with all her strength, despite the fact that it was still painful for her to step on her feet. She also didn't understand why she sent that man because it would be a long time before she could walk properly again. Margaux is grateful that her father has yet to return home because he will undoubtedly receive another harsh sermon. "Hey, Marg... what happened to you and why do you still look blank? Do you have the flu?" "H-huh?" Everly touched her forehead with the back of her hand to see if she had a fever. "Oh my god, you're so hot." "H-huh?" Everly looked down at her with no hesitation, having vaguely asked that question to the friend. Her expression changed abruptly as well, from natural to coming from raising her brows. Damon, Everly's multi-tasking husband, went out to comfort their daughter, who was complaining about how difficult it was to adjust to the new environment. "Admit it to me, Marg... Are you into drugs?" Margaux's chest tightened as she learned from Everly that she had been accused of being a drug user. "Why would I do that? Also, if I'm a drug user, I'm not good, am I? That drug will not have a good effect on people's bodies," she replied to her friend, but Everly continued to stare at her. "But why don't you seem to be on your own? Are you pregnant?" The next thing she said caused Margaux to shiver all over her body. "Don't believe what you're saying; I don't have a boyfriend in fact, so who can I bother with?" Margaux secretly applauded herself because she is the best actress. If her best friend had known that her good cousin Declan was the first man to tear her cunt, Everly's sermon would be a painful one. Her friend, on the other hand, insisted on narrowing her eyes and staring at her. "When I discovered that the titanium had suddenly grown due to the Anaconda's entry—" "Everly!" Margaux was taken aback by Everly's heinous mind and quickly covered her ears. "Hey! You're a grown woman now, you're not young enough to act like that. You're 24 years old, okay? 24 years old," Everly said, still covering her ears. She was about to say something when Damon burst into the lobby, his clothes tangled and his hair still frizzy as if it had changed appearance. Margaux noticed that Baby Derly was crying as well. When baby Derly saw her friend, they both turned to the man and his daughter, who were already sweating and crying, and raised their hands to Eve. "What happened, Dame?" Damon inquired. Margaux got up as well as a result of this. "I think she wants to breastfeed; I didn't want to bother you, but the baby was already crying and pulling my hair when our son realized I wasn't going in." "Baby Derly is just as spoiled as you, so I just followed," Margaux laughed as Everly observed her husband say that. "How can I—" Everly's voice trailed off as baby Derly's cries became more audible. After that, the couple decided to return home because Everly and Dame's daughter needed to sleep as well. Her friend also advised her to rest in order to avoid overheating. She appears to be suffering from the flu at the moment, as she is also experiencing symptoms. Margaux simply stared at the two as they entered their own home. Margaux winced and was overcome with pain in the middle of her thighs as soon as she shut the gate to the house. Margaux didn't notice her walk because she had guests in the house at the time, so she could only enjoy it now. She took a series of steps as she slowly rose to her feet. "That Declan animal, why is that one's penis XL size?" she moaned softly to herself before continuing on her way. Margaux was about to sit on the extremely soft sofa to rest her hips when her doorbell rang again. Margaux bit her lower lip in annoyance; what else did Everly need, even though they hadn't forgotten anything when the couple left her house? "Come on, Eve!" she yelled, hesitantly, but she managed to run. Margaux insisted, despite the pain, and simply stopped walking when she felt the pain intensify in part of her delicacy. "What brought you back here, Eve—" Margaux was speechless. Her lips parted as she looked at an unexpected visitor in her front door. It wasn't Everly, but... But Declan. "What do you need from me, and why have you come to my house?" But instead of responding, the man just stared at her intently. "You don't want to answer?" Margaux was about to shut the door when he quickly blocked his hands to keep her from doing so. Declan then took the initiative and spoke up. "What is your reason for being so impolite?" Why? The man in front of her, on the other hand, is the reason for her unsteady gait. "And why didn't you report to my office to finish what you had started the day before?" he asked. Margaux raised an eyebrow and smirked at the young man. "You're the one who ended up there, okay?" "Besides, I can't do any loaded works today." Because of the pain you inflicted on me the night before. Declan, on the other hand, raised his brow openly at her. "You are not my boss, Margaux; you have no authority over me; you are neither superior nor inferior to me." "All right, stop," she said, putting her hands in front of Declan's. "I understand your point; don't worry, okay? When I'm fine tomorrow morning, I'll go to work." "Are you sick? What's the matter?" But before Margaux could protest, Declan had already kicked her in the brow, and Margaux had lost the court yet again? "Goodness Margaux, you're sick," it said, widening the eyes as if in disbelief. Margaux simply stared at the man before violently removing his hand from her brow. "What if I get a fever? You can come home—" "No!" "Why, what would you do if — hey! Declan, what are you doing, take me down!" Declan suddenly loaded her and entered the house. Declan even managed to close the gate with one hand while carrying her like a sack of rice. "Declan, what's up? Hey?" "Shut up, Margaux; where is your room? Is it just here in the living room, or is it upstairs?" "I'm not going to tell you — where are you taking me again?" "My instincts tell me that you have a room on the second floor, so Margaux, your wish is granted." Oh my goodness! Why is this one so defiant? "Stop punching my back. That's not even included. Instead, punch my face right after I'm done helping you lay in bed. Fuck Margaux, you are hotter than a lava." His statement, referring to her body temperature. Margaux also admitted as much, claiming that this man had made her feel even worse. Declan sat on the far side of her bed after laying her down on the bed and covering her body with a blanket. Margaux only felt at ease after that, and she admitted to feeling relieved. Margaux closed her eyes because she was so tired, and Declan covered her body with these thick blankets, and even though she didn't move voluntarily, was even loaded as a young man into the room, Margaux still felt like she had run fifty kilometers away. She managed to speak despite closing her eyes. "You may depart at this time, Declan, and please accept my gratitude for—" "Who says I'm leaving? You're the one I sent here," he said, and Margaux opened her eyes wide. What caused Declan to change so drastically? It was difficult for a man to look at her even when they were both college students. What is it, and has the man with Margaux's tone changed today? Margaux was about to say something in response to Declan, but she was able to hold her tongue when the man touched the back of her head again. Because of what he had done, Margaux felt as if thousands of volts of electricity were suddenly coursing through her. "Fuck! Your heat is abnormal; I'll call my private doctor to take care of you and see if there's anything else that's bothering you." "Don't waste your time, Declan. D-go home—" "I'll just leave you here when I'm confident you're okay." Margaux did nothing because the man was insistent, and she couldn't even fight back with a word because she felt like an energy was pulling with all her strength if Margaux was capable of doing so. "Sleep," but even before she was dragged into the darkness, Margaux felt Declan's lips press against her brow to give her a tender kiss that caused her to struggle to breathe.