SWEET BASTARD
Chapter 1
Lisa's POV
Oh shit! Where's my phone?
I slap my forehead, scratching my head.
White flakes falling on my black business
suit like snow.
Shit, this dandruff is getting worse. Could
be because of always putting my hair up
in a bun, as what my boyfriend always
wanted. Or because of that new shampoo
that I tried lately. Whatever reason... I
don't care at the moment. I just need to
find my phone.
I'm like a wild animal throwing the
pillows, clothes, magazines and other
things, looking for my phone in my fifty
square meters apartment.
Where the hell did I put it? I just went to
the bathroom when I arrived, then
removed my jacket and laid down on bed.
Oh God... I think I left it in the office! I
check the time on my watch, it's six in the
evening already. Darn it. I have to get my
phone now. Jason will call me tonight at
around eight.
My boyfriend, the gorgeously handsome
Jason Brent, a newbie field reporter of
ABZ Television Network is now in Florida
to cover the case of a missing child. Jason
is very passionate with his job and
everything he does in life. That's why I
always support him. I know he's doing it
for our future.
I met Jason two year ago. I was twenty one
at the time and just graduated a
secretarial course. A common friend
introduced us in a birthday party. I was
immediately captivated by his strikingly
attractive manly physique. His hair was
straight and ash blond, same as the young
Brad Pitt, his dreamy seductive eyes like
that of Ryan Gosling, and that panty
snapping sensual smile just like Zac
Efron's. We dated for a while, until we
became official.
Actually, I'm so excited. Jason said that he
has something to tell me when he'll get
back. Maybe... he's planning to propose.
Oh my goodness. The thought makes me
smile. I can feel my heart dancing with
happiness already.
I run out of the house to go back to the
office, hating myself for being so stupid.
How could I left my phone? It's my life,
like an extension of my hand.
I'm in the pavement, waiting for a cab
when suddenly...
Oh shit! It's raining! Dammit.
I look at my business suit, it's getting
soak. Why the hell is there no cab right
now. Where are they when I need them.
After five minutes, a cab stops and I get
inside in a hurry.
"Miss, just stay in one side. You're soaking
my new leather seat cover." The cab driver
glares at me at the mirror. His tone held a
regret why he stopped the car at me.
"Yes, sir." I just sit still in the corner of
the cab like a wet rabbit.
Finally, the cab stops outside the Russo
Tower and I run to the building entrance.
I've been working for two years already at
Russo Holdings Company, as the personal
secretary of the CEO/Owner, Alessandro
Russo.
There's a lot of pressure in my work,
since my boss is very demanding, very
strict, with high expectations and hot
tempered. One should never go wrong
with him. But the salary is so good. Way
higher than the standard payment rate in
New York.
"You're back, Miss Brooks. Did you forget
your umbrella?"
"Haha- that's funny, Dan. I left my phone
on my desk." I smile at the head security
guard and walk towards the elevator.
The lights are still on. Hmm... the boss is
still here.
I walk to my table and feel glad when I
see my phone lying on top of an orange
folder. Thanks God.
I'm about to leave when something caught
my eye.
What is this?
I look at the flimsy red cloth dangling on
my pencil. Like T-strings... I hold it, lifting
it up at eye level... OH MY GOD! It's a
thong!
I drop the underwear on the floor,
cringing for holding someone's underwear.
I open my drawer and get a bottle of
alcohol, washing my hands.
Whose panties is that? Who the hell put it
on my table? That is not funny at all. I'm
going to report this tomorrow to the
Human Resource Department. Whoever is
doing this should be reprimanded. Mr.
Russo will be very upset if he'll find out
about this.
I close the drawer when I heard someone
moaning like a wounded animal. I stop
and listen to the sound. Is it coming from
Mr. Russo's office?
I move closer to the door of Mr. Russo's
office, putting my ear against the door,
when it suddenly snap open.
Ooppss!
Shit! I'm on the floor in an instant, staring
at Mr. Russo's naked, sweaty back. My jaw
drop. What a sexy butt... My eyes freeze
on his long lean form. He looks very
powerful and muscular, like an animal,
roughly and wildly pushing his manhood
in and out of the...
I blink my eyes several times. I should go.
For heaven's sake. He's having sex on his
table and I'm here watching them, like a
live porn show.
Then I heard the woman shouting. "Fuck
me harder, naughty boy... I'm coming..."
Wait. That accent is familiar. Is that Mrs.
Hore?
Oh-oh... Someone's going to be in
trouble.
They're so busy having sex that they
haven't notice me. I close the door slowly
and let out a sigh of relief.
I grab my phone and ran out of the
office.
