Office Room.
Victoria Gibson drooped her little head, just walked to Chad Yakov's office desk, only to discover the office room door had been closed.
Chad Yakov's assistant had also gone out.
The spacious CEO's office was only left with her and Chad Yakov.
"I didn't skip work; it was you who insisted I go with you yesterday to cook for you!" Victoria Gibson, seeing no one around, didn't hold back from talking nonsense with him, she propped her hands on the desktop and roared with full energy.
"I thought the first thing you'd ask when you saw me was if my injuries were feeling better." Chad Yakov's long fingers stroked his thin lips, biting the corner of his mouth, playfully opening his lips.
His hand, sliding from his lips down along his chest, finally rested on his buttocks.
There, yesterday, Victoria Gibson didn't hold back from hitting him; his hand's position was something she pretended not to understand, but the butt truly couldn't be ignored...
