Hailey's P O V
I stepped out of the cab with excitement after settling the fare with the driver. A few employees were still leaving the Holland Group building; some acknowledged me with smiles and nods, recognizing me as the CEO's daughter. Others passed by without a glance, perhaps unaware of my connection to their boss. I returned their greetings with a sweet smile as I made my way inside through the parting automatic doors.
Glancing at my reflection on the glass wall, I appeared poised and self-assured. My long blonde hair and the clothes I chose to wear both looked impeccable. In my hands, I carried a box of pizza—my boyfriend's preferred choice, the Chicago-style deep dish.
The receptionist recognized me, offering a smile as I passed by and made my way to the elevator. It was six in the evening, and the building was nearly empty.
Upon arriving at the 27th floor, I quickly exited the elevator and walked down the hallway toward my boyfriend's office. He had mentioned working late, so I came to surprise him.
I froze instantly at his door upon hearing moans and groans from within his office. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the pizza box tie tightly.
I had intended to surprise him, yet it seemed I was the one caught off guard.
Rooted to the spot outside his office, the sounds inside left no room for doubt. Exhaling a silent breath, my shoulders drooped with disappointment. ''Why did you do this to me, Harry?''
Even though I couldn't see what was happening inside, I already had an inkling of what he and that woman might be doing in his office.
Feeling like the most foolish girlfriend, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me at my father's company. Being his daughter offered no advantage, particularly with the moans and groans emanating from Harry's office.
I imagine she wasn't dressed as simply as I am now, in black jeans and a white ruffled blouse, complemented by flat sandals. I once believed that my appearance like this would be perfect in his eyes. I was mistaken.
Simplicity and charm seemed not enough to capture the attention of someone like Harry Martin. He personified maturity and success. His classic good looks, consistently styled black hair, sunglasses shielding his eyes, a sculpted physique, and broad shoulders make him stunning. His taste for luxurious suits, which he donned with flawless elegance, set him apart.
Betrayal surged within my chest, entwining around my heart, making each breath a struggle. I gripped the strap of my bag, as if to prevent my heart from hemorrhaging pain. I urged myself to push the door open, yet I paused, hesitating.
It was all my doing. He had invited me to have sex tonight, but I had refused. I explained to him that I wasn't prepared for that thing yet. His voice carried a tinge of disappointment, and when he said he'd stay late at work instead, guilt washed over me. So here I was, ready to surprise him and make amends, prepared to offer what he desired. To give him my V-card.
But I think I was the one being surprised.
I was so fucking stupid.
Sydney, my best friend, had already warned me about him, but I refused to listen to her.
Now I regretted my decision, because as I pushed the door with my finger, I saw Harry's secretary kneel down in front of him while sucking his dick. My heart ached as if it were pierced by a knife repeatedly, while tears gathered in my eyes.
I was angry as hell, but to my surprise, a warm tingle traveled down my spine as I watched Barbara suck Harry.
"Go now, Hailey. Leave the building now! You don't want to watch them do this in front of you."
I disregarded the murmuring voice in my ears as I placed the box of pizza on the ground, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle any noise.
He left the door slightly open, seemingly intentional, as though he wanted others to witness them.
''Does it feel good, handsome?'' Barbara asked as she batted her fake lashes at him while her mouth was wrapped around the head of his dick. She was wearing nothing, but a pair of red heels. Now I understand why I never liked her from the very start. She was nothing but a whore!
''Yeah, you feel so, so good, Barbara...'' Harry let out a low grunt, his fingers tangled around her curly, dark hair. His pants were puddled around his ankles, and I swallowed when I saw how huge his dick was.
My jaw dropped open in shock as he moved his hips so fast that I thought he was choking her. Well, I wish he was.
Barbara swirled her tongue around his pink head, and my eyes widened as he threw his head back, a delicious moan escaping his mouth.
Now I am imagining how it felt to be in Barbara's place. How it felt to suck my boyfriend's dick.
Would he enjoy watching me do it? Would he lock eyes with me too, like what he was doing with his personal assistant?
I should be raging mad at finding him cheating on me. I should let them know that I had caught them, and I should attack the woman and destroy her face like a normal girlfriend should do, but what I felt right at this very moment was nothing but curiosity.
I left the pizza box on the floor outside his office and turned silently, walking down the corridor to the elevator. Overwhelmed with feelings of humiliation and betrayal, I pressed the elevator button, allowing a tear to slip from my eye.
