The ceo’s secretary

The Jason I encountered last night was so different from the one driving me back to the city. This Jason seemed distant and cold, and despite sitting side by side in the car, an unspoken tension hung between us. I tried to break the silence by turning on the radio, hoping for some semblance of normalcy, but Jason swiftly turned it off without a word, his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead. Feeling isolated, I opted instead to open the window, letting the morning breeze fill the car as I closed my eyes briefly.

After three hours on the road, hunger gnawed at me, though I hesitated to mention it given Jason’s mood. Eventually, he spoke up.

“We should grab something to eat before we continue,” Jason remarked, his voice clipped with restraint.

At a nearby restaurant, I wordlessly stepped out of the car, cautious not to say anything that might worsen the atmosphere. I ordered a breakfast burrito, while Jason opted for a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. The short meal break offered a brief reprieve, but as soon as we settled back into the car twenty minutes later, the heavy silence returned.

The tension in the car reached its breaking point, and unable to bear the silence any longer, I finally spoke up. “Stop the car,” I said firmly.

Confusion flickered across Jason’s face. “What?” he asked, bewildered.

“I said stop the car,” I repeated, my voice tinged with frustration. “I don’t want to go any further. Just drop me off here.”

“Why?” Jason demanded, his tone defensive.

“Because I can’t stand this anymore. We’ve been cooped up in this car for hours without saying a word,” I explained, my own emotions raw.

Jason’s response came out in a rush, his anger palpable. “I don’t know what to say. I’m still furious with you, but I don’t know how to handle this because of your situation. Instead of disappearing like you did, you could have just told me. We could have handled it differently. I missed out on two precious months that I should have spent peacefully with my baby, and you expect me not to be angry?” His words were sharp, laced with hurt and frustration.

I sat in stunned silence, absorbing his accusations and the weight of his disappointment. The car seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unresolved tension.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t be mad. What I meant was that your silence was killing me. I’d rather have your anger than your silence,” I clarified, desperation creeping into my voice.

Jason’s expression hardened as he pulled the car to the side of the road. “Since you want my anger, let me show you the real thing,” he said tersely.

The tension in the car escalated as he parked, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

He put his seat all the way down and pulled down his trousers, revealing his already hard cock.

“Suck it,” he commanded with a very cold voice.

“But… we’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Do what you’re told.”

I shifted closer to him before putting my mouth on his head, which became bigger as soon as my tongue came into contact with it. I licked it for some time before sucking it all the way down to the base.

He raised his hip up the second I did this and smacked his cock into my throat before pulling me harder on it with his hand. I was gagging and choking, but he wouldn’t release me until I started hitting him in the thigh, and when he did, it was just for a few seconds, and before I knew what was happening again, he was already ramming back inside my throat.

“This is for all the sex I’ve missed for months,” he growled at one point.

I held onto his thigh as hard as I could as he was raising up my head with his hands that were at the back of it and was forcefully pulling it back down on his hard dick.

“Take a break and suck my balls,” he said at one point, which I obeyed instantly before he changed his mind.

I put my left hand on his cock to stroke it slowly while I started sucking his balls, taking care of them one at a time and swallowing them all at other times.

“Now, my cock,” he commanded. “And no hands.”

I stopped sucking his balls and went back to his cock with my hands back on his thigh and obediently received his punishment until he grunted, froze, and pulled me down harder on his cock till I felt his warm, tasty sperm inside my mouth.

He inhaled heavily and said, “Swallow it all. Sssshhhhhhaaaaaah!”

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“That’s your car,” Jason said softly, pointing to a sleek 2016 Volvo V60 in his garage when we arrived. “It’s been here for months, since the day you left. I wanted to surprise you with it, but you were gone.” His voice trailed off, pained.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, guilt washing over me.

“You should have thought about it before leaving,” he replied quietly, his expression heavy with hurt.

“Thank you for the car,” I said, trying to convey my gratitude amidst the awkwardness.

“You’re welcome. The key is inside,” Jason informed me, his tone neutral.

“Okay,” I replied softly, feeling the weight of his disappointment.

We stepped out of the car and rode the elevator up to his apartment in silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

“What’s going on here?” I asked, taking in the chaotic scene as Jason opened the living room door.

“That’s who I became when you left,” Jason replied solemnly, gesturing at the disarray and scattered bottles of alcohol around the room.

Feeling a surge of empathy, I moved closer and hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around me in return.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered sincerely.

“I’m glad you’re back, but promise me you won’t leave again. Not for anything,” Jason pleaded earnestly. “If you need money, just tell me. If you need protection, I’m here for you. Please don’t leave me again.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, silently promising to never again cause him the pain I had inflicted by leaving.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated softly, withdrawing my hands and making my way to the bedroom, which mirrored the disarray of the living room.

“When do you think your driver will arrive with my bags?” I called out to Jason from the bedroom.

“I don’t even know why you need those bags, but they should be here by this evening,” he responded curtly.

“Okay, thank you,” I replied, feeling a mixture of guilt and discomfort.

“I need to make some calls, but if you need anything, call me. I’ll be in my office,” Jason said before leaving.

“Okay,” I murmured, sinking onto the bed. The weight of the situation settled heavily on me as I lay there, trying to process the emotions and the fractured state of our reunion.

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“You awake?” Jason’s blurry figure asked as I slowly regained consciousness.

“Yeah. What time is it?” I inquired groggily.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“It’s twelve minutes to seven,” he replied.

“Oh my God,” I muttered, suddenly alert. I hurried out of bed and headed to the restroom, my bladder urgently needing relief. I took the opportunity to indulge in an exceptionally long shower.

“Your bags arrived while you were sleeping,” Jason informed me from the bedroom.

“Really? Okay, thanks,” I called back, my mind already planning my next steps.

After showering, I headed to the closet to change clothes and was surprised to find everything exactly as I had left it months ago. It was a testament to Jason’s respect for me, despite my absence.

“You look good,” Jason complimented when I returned to the bedroom.

“Thanks,” I replied with a smile. “So, where did you say the bags are?”

“I left your bags in the first visitor’s room,” Jason had mentioned.

“Okay,” I responded quietly, leaving him to his work on the computer and heading straight to retrieve my belongings.

Upon reaching the visitor’s room, I located the blue bag that held both Jason’s father’s checks and my pregnancy scan. Carefully, I extracted them and returned to our room.

“Here,” I said, placing the papers in front of him.

“What are these?” Jason asked, looking up from his phone to inspect the documents.

“Take a look,” I urged gently.

Setting his phone aside, he picked up the papers. The first was his father’s $1, 000, 000 check, followed by the $100, 000 one, and I could see disbelief flash across his face.

“Yeah, I didn’t leave you for your dad’s money,” I reassured him.

“I thought you did,” Jason whispered, his voice laden with emotion.

“I didn’t. It was for my safety,” I explained softly.

“Thank you,” Jason responded sincerely.

“You’re welcome,” I replied, relieved that he finally understood my reasons for leaving.

“And this is our baby?” Jason asked, his eyes fixed on the third paper.

“Yes,” I confirmed softly.

His mouth found mine within seconds, and his kiss was passionate and filled with emotion. “Thank you,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t express how happy I am today.”

I smiled, overwhelmed by his joy and the weight of our reunion.

He pinned me down on the bed, laid between my legs, put his hand inside my top, slowly moved it to my breast, and cupped it with a force I’d never felt before.