Brandon’s POV:

15 years back, people would've called me crazy and my family would've disowned me. Maybe they were right back then, but I was more than happy to prove them all wrong. I wouldn’t blame them after I made the decision to drop out of college and start my own company instead of finishing college and becoming a lawyer or something. The first year was tough, yes, and I was this close to just give up as I'd put all my savings and time into my business. But in the second year, when things finally looking up, it was all worth it. Now my company has grown from a simple local store to a multinational corporation, owning hundreds of stores across 30 states and I have plans to open stores in Canada and Brazil.

Being in charge of a big corporation sure gives a guy lots of benefits. It's not just controlling whatever course my company would take or what kind of business deal I would make, but it also provided me with millions that 15 years ago I could only dream of.

Sure, a rich guy like me, being 35 years old, short brown hair, 6.06 inch tall and having an athletic shaped body underneath my fancy suit, who owns millions of dollars, can have any woman he wants. Over the years there were a few nice women, but none of them seem to feel good enough for me as they were all nothing but a bunch of gold diggers who were only interested in my money, with the last one being the worst of all who I’d rather forget.

I'm not some guy who's just looking for a woman to have by his side; no. I want to have someone in my life who would love me for who I am.

But for now, I have something more important on my mind: Hiring a personal assistant.

My business cellphone, that lies on my desk, began to ring. I pick it up, seeing it's the receptionist that's calling and answer it. "Yes?"

"Mr. Gerards, Mr. Williams has arrived for his interview." The receptionist says.

"Good. Tell him to come through to my office."

"Right away, sir."

I sigh before hanging up the phone and sit back at my desk. I took for a moment the nameplate on my desk, saying: Brandon Gerards - CEO Gerards Corporation. I wiped away some dust before putting it back, waiting for the first candidate to enter.

Hours passed and I have interviewed by now six people. They all seemed to be somewhat qualified for the job I ask for, and so far, the second one seems to be the best option to hire as my personal assistant.

I checked the time on my watch, seeing it's already 5:05 PM.

"Hmm. The last one is late." I said to myself as there was one more candidate left to interview today, being a young woman named Sylvia Mayflower. I did remember her beautiful application letter that she'd send. Though she misses some experience in her resume as she’d only finished college 2 years prior, I was still curious about her, so I decided to give her a chance and invite her over for an interview anyway.

Then, a few minutes later, the receptionist called me. "Yes?" I ask when picking up the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Gerards, Miss Mayflower has finally arrived for her interview."

I form a smile, being surprisingly happy that she'd finally arrived.

"Ah, good. Tell her to come through my office."

"Uhh... Yes, sir." the receptionist says, sounding a bit doubtful before hanging up the phone.

I wandered why Sylvia Mayflower was showing up late.

It wasn’t long before the door to my office opens. And I got to say… Miss Mayflower sure is a stunning beauty, apart from her clothes consisting of a white shirt, green jacket, dark blue pants and white shoes, Miss Mayflower had short curly black hair, blue eyes, a 5.61-inch-tall pear-shaped body and c-cup breasts.

I noticed the somewhat worried look on her face and immediately apologized deeply as she steps inside my office.

“Mr. Gerards…!” she says, seemingly afraid of being turned down already “I’m so… so sorry for showing up late! My car wouldn’t start and so I had to take a cab to get here, and my cellphone died that I couldn’t call that was going to be late and… and…” she began to stutter.

I formed a small smile and assured her, “It’s okay, Miss Mayflower, I understand. I mean, we all have trouble with traffic at some point, right?” I cracked up a joke, which I wouldn’t normally do during work.

Her troubled face seems to slowly melt away as I gave her and understanding look, giving her such a relief. I noticed the small smile forming on her face and nods “Yeah, I… suppose so… It won’t happen again, I promise.” She promises to me, like she was already working for me.

I offered her to take a seat “Well, whenever you’re ready.”

Sylvia slowly sat down at the chair in front of my desk. Her nervousness seemed to have gone away, as if she felt comfortable and safe.

As the interview went on with her, with me staying professional and asking her the usual questions, she answered me back with such honesty and profession. In my mind… other things about her seemed to take my notice. Her long curly black hair, her beautiful blue eyes and her pretty little smile made me feel some things, as if we already have mentally made a connection.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Miss Mayflower,” I stated, making her smile slowly fade, “Though you’re lacking some of the experience required for this job, you seem to come over nearly just the same as in your application letter.” Wanting to test her, seeing if she was the right person for the job, I ask her, “Tell me; what makes you a better candidate to be my personal assistant than all the others who I have interviewed so far?”

Sylvia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I waited for what she was going to answer.

“You’re right, Mr. Gerards,” Sylvia says with honesty as she opens her eyes and looks back at me, “I’m not as experienced as ‘God knows’ how many who’d applied for this job, but I do believe in the multiple tasks to be in your service. Showing the right mentality and strategy to anticipate problems before they happen, and also the quick and professional response whenever these problems arrive.”

I kept listening as Sylvia was speaking with such passion, showing a kind of hidden strength underneath that I noticed.

As she had been talking for what seemed like two minutes, a small smile formed on my face as she took a deep breath.

After a few more minutes, the interview ended. We both stood up simultaneously and shook hands.

But while we touched hands, I just couldn’t help but to keep looking at her gorgeous eyes.

Another sweet smile form on her face and says, “Well… thank you again, Mr. Gerards. And I hope we’ll be talking again soon.”

I gave a simple nod “We’ll will be getting in touch with you as soon as possible, I assure you.”

Sylvia nods “Then… I will be waiting for your answer. Goodbye, sir.” She friendly says and walks out the door, leaving my office.

As soon as she’d closed the door, I gave a long sigh. It wasn’t tiredness, no. I was somehow struck with awe with what this 22-year-old woman has up her sleeve.

In my mind I had already made my choice.

A few weeks had passed since I had hired Sylvia Mayflower as my personal assistant and she has been doing a great job so far, exceeding my expectations.

There were a few moments during work that we share that deep stare, but I always keep trying to keep things professional between us. Sure, she is a stunning beauty, and my fantasies sometimes would make me think of doing some sexual things to her, but it wouldn’t be good in either of our interests. So, I kept those thoughts to myself, never allowing them to consume me.

After having endured a long meeting with interesting investors into our plans to open new businesses in Brazil, I entered my office with Sylvia following me.

“Anything else I can do for you, Mr. Gerards?” Sylvia asks.

I shook my head as I took my coat. “No, I’m okay, Miss Mayflower. Thank you.” as I’d put on my coat, I tell her while checking the time, being 7:15 PM, “You should go home. Your shift ended over an hour ago.”

“Well, because the meeting took longer, I still felt obligated to stay as it’s my duty to assist you during the whole meeting.” Sylvia simply answers.

I gave a chuckle “Well spoken, Miss Mayflower.” I then assure her “You just go home and catch some rest.”

“Then I’ll be seeing you back on Monday.” Sylvia says with a small smile and begins to leave.

When I got home, after having eaten some well expensive dinner made for me, I used the treadmill to get some exercise despite it was already 10:30 PM

However, as I’d only been using the treadmill for 20 minutes, with sweat dripping down from my body, I received a phone call on my personal cellphone, seeing it’s Sylvia who’s calling. Wandering why she would call me at this hour; I stopped the treadmill and answered it.

“Hello?”

Sylvia came out with a slurry speech over the phone “Hey, bossy man…!”

“Sylvia?”

“Goddamn right it’s me, boss man!” Sylvia said, clearly sounding she was drunk “I need… your fucking help…!” she snickers.

“Why? What’s wrong?” I ask her. “Have you been drinking?”

“Fuuuck… yeah, I did! Hahahaha…!” Sylvia drunkenly laughs “I uhm… can’t seem to find my fucking car anywhere…!” Sylvia stated in her drunk state “I can’t find my… fucking way around this dumb…! Can you help me out, bossy man…?”

I gave a long sigh. Though it isn’t my job to help her, but I couldn’t risk her to go home in her drunk state as she would most likely being arrested for DUI or worse getting herself killed.

“Where are you now?”

“I… have… no fucking idea!” Sylvia answers slurry while she snickers “Wait I’ll… send you my… location!”

I’d hoped that she wouldn’t forget to how to send her location using her phone, but once I saw the message pointing out her exact location, he told her over the phone, “Okay, Sylvia, I’ll come over, but don’t go anywhere, okay? Stay right where you are.”

“Aye-aye… captain! Hahahaha… I’ll stay… right where I fucking am. I promise…!”

“Oh, for the love of…” I told myself under my breath before telling her, “See you soon.”

As I hanged up the call, I dried the sweat of my face with a towel and checked her location, seeing she’s 20 minutes’ drive from my house.

Having no time to change myself, I only put on a sports jacket before entering my sports car and drove straight to her destination.

After driving for 20 minutes, I’d reached the location where Sylvia’s supposed to be, being at a mostly empty street near a couple of bars and a nightclub. But I couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I’d parked my car and got out, looking all over for her, hoping she hadn’t foolishly changed her mind after she’d found her car and would drive around like a drunken fool, bringing herself and other in danger.

“SYLVIA!” I shouted. “Sylvia, where are you?!”

That was when I noticed her coming out from around the corner “Hey…! Over here, boss man…!” she called out, still giving the same drunken slurry speech.

She was wearing a sexy white crop top, white skirt and white high heels while carrying a small bag over her shoulder.

I gave a sigh of relief as I walked over to her “Thank God, Sylvia…! I was worried that you would go into your car anyway.”

“Whaaat?” Sylvia says drunkenly surprised before she snickers and almost trips, but I caught her just in time “I’d… promised you that I would wait… right? And waiting for you… I fucking did…! Hahahaha…!”

I nodded as I put her arm over my shoulder and help her going to my car.

“But what about… my car?” she asks.

I assured her as I opened the car door “We’ll get your car tomorrow, okay? But you need to go home first.”

But while I was about to help her sit at the front passenger seat, she put both her arms around my neck. As she put her first leg inside, she smelled my chest, giving a moan “So… sweaty… Have you been… working out?”

I gave a small chuckle and answered while helping her put the other leg inside the car “As a matter of fact, I was when you called me.”

“Hmmm…” Sylvia chuckles as she rubs my chest, feeling my 6-pack as she strokes her hands over it “So… strong… so sexy…”

“Thanks for the compliment,” I kindly said. But as I was about to put the seat belt around her, I couldn’t help but to stare at her breasts, with her left one getting nearly exposed, showing part of her nipple.

Syliva noticed I was staring at her breasts. She bites her bottom lip and lowers her crop top, exposing her left breast fully. “Like what you see?”

I couldn’t help but to blush to see the full sight of her exposed breast, trying hard to ignore it as it was only her drunkenness that was doing it “Let’s just… get you home, okay?” and got into the driving seat.

“Aww…” she sighs with disappointment “You no fun…”

I took my phone to type in Sylvia’s address. As she is my personal assistant, I of course have to know where she lives in case I couldn’t reach her. I started the ignition and began to drive towards her place.

“What’s wrong, boss man…?” she asks with her same drunken voice and stroke her exposed breast “You don’t like my titties?”

I gulped, trying to focus on traffic. “I… uhh…”

“Are you gay?” she asks.

“What?!” that question surprised me “No! I’m not gay.”

She snickers “Really…? I thought I was for sure that you’re gay… I mean, you’re not even married or… at least having a fucking girlfriend!”

“Just because I’m not seeing anyone at the moment, doesn’t mean I’m gay, Sylvia.” I told her before returning my focus on traffic and stopped when we to a red traffic light.

“So, you… do like women?” she asks, biting her bottom lip again and stroke both her breasts, clearly teasing me “Very… hot and… horny women?”

My hormones were getting crazy, making it harder and harder each minute for me to ignore her. “Miss Mayflower, please…!” I tried to tell and staying professional “I don’t know how many drinks you got to get this drunk, heck, I don’t think I want know, but…” I took one glance at her, seeing she’d raised up her crop top, exposing both her peaches fully, pleasuring them with her left hand while her right one was down inside her skirt and was clearly masturbating.

“Ahhhh…” she moaned while rubbing her clit and twisted her nipple “You’re so fucking hot, Mr. Gerards… and sooooo very sweet…!”

“Oh God…” I mumbled under my breath. Now it was impossible for me to take my eyes off her as every little fantasy of imagining her being like this was coming true.

I’d accidentally drove on the left side of the road, nearly hitting an approaching car if I hadn’t reacted quick in time, making Sylvia laugh while still touching herself.

Sylvia then looked at me, noticing I was pitching a tent in my pants as my body was reacting on its own by her lust.

Her drunken curiosity made her to remove her seatbelt and moves closer to me “Hmm-mmm. What kind of big thing are you hiding in there, Mr. Gerards?”

As soon as her hand touched between my legs, feeling my member, I gasped “Wait… I…!”

She giggles as she moved my sport pants down, revealing my big 7.5-inch erected cock sticking high up in the air.

Sylvia gave a small gasp, fascinated by the size of my member “Oh wow… Your dick is so big, Mr. Gerards…”

I wanted to stop this, but my desires had nearly completely taken over my mind.

She grabbed my big penis into her right hand, slowly stroking it up and down while moving her tongue over her lips “Biggest cock I’ve felt in my hands…” Sylvia said with her drunken horny voice, noticing the bits of pre-cum coming out, making her form a very naughty smirk before she leans in and licks the top part of my cock, tasting my pre-cum.

I grabbed the steering wheel tight as her tongue felt so good “Syl… I…!”

Her tongue moved clockwise over my top part while she kept stroking me, moaning with pleasure before she began to blow me.

“Oh… God, Sylvia…!” I moaned as feeling my dick being sucked like that felt amazing.

“Mmmm… Mmmmm… Mmmm…” Sylvia moaned while keeping pleasuring my cock.

I should’ve stopped her already as deep down I didn’t wanted this to cause any trouble for the both of us at work, but blowing skills felt just so very good that I couldn’t stop myself and just let her take my dick like a horny slut.

No longer being able to contain my desires, I groaned before slowing down, entering an abandoned alleyway where I stopped and turned off the engine, laying backwards as I submitted myself to Sylvia.

For several minutes, I kept allowing her to pleasure my cock like a pro and even licks my balls.

Then, Sylvia stops blowing me and looks at me with eyes full of desire, licking her lips as if she hadn’t fucked any dick for years.

She takes off her panty and then giggles as she puts her partly wet panty over my head. I smelled her juices, driving me crazy.

Sylvia then climbs on my lap, holding my cock in place close to her wet vagina under her skirt, rubbing the top part over her clit and teased me while asking, “You wanna fuck me…? You wanna fuck your assistant, boss man…?”

I’d now lost complete control over myself and nodded as I grabbed her ass cheeks “Yes… I want to fuck you hard!” and penetrated her wet pussy hard, hitting her cervix.

She gave a loud moan as my dick completely entered her, fitting her insides like a glove.

I thrusted her while keeping holding tight her butt, with her thrusting meeting mine. Sylvia moaned out wild like a hungry animal, fucking me like there was no tomorrow. And I was completely lost into this sense of pure lust, unleashing everything that had been building up ever since our eyes first met during the job interview. We felt like one, as if our bodies had been begging to get close.

We fucked each other so hard that it even made my car bounce a bit. Our moans screaming it out that it could almost be heard all over the alleyway if there was anybody to listen to our crazy lovemaking. I leaned in close to her chest, licking and sucking her nipples.

“AHHH! YES! OOOH YES! OOOH FUCK YEAH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHHH!” Sylvia screamed her moans out.

Neither of us had any sense how much time had passed as we kept fucking on the drivers’ seat, with her wet pussy splattering juices out, my dick keeping ramming her cervix that send loads of pleasure into her mind, with us getting rougher and increasing the speed with each minute passing minute. Never before had I had ever had such an amazing sex, surpassing all the women combined I’d had sex with over a dozen times.

Something huge was building up in my cock, begging to be unleashed.

Sylvia was also on the brink of a huge climax “AHHH YES YES YES YES! OOOH I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING!!!”

I grabbed her ass tight and thrust my dick the deepest I could “AHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!” and released my entire load inside her, filling up her womb while Sylvia yelled out the loudest climax I’d ever heard from any woman.

Our shared orgasms lasted for 10 seconds, having filled up her insides with my entire big load.

She held her arms around my neck, giving a long moan as she rests her head on my chest, exhausted, with us both trying to catch our breaths.

Our bodies dripped of sweat. I hadn’t sweated like this after any lovemaking I’d have over the years. The windows of my car had become foggy as the inside smelled like sweat and sex.

After a little while of catching our breaths, we looked into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t even describe as how beautiful she looked through those eyes.

But then, a shocking expression formed around her face, making her hold her hand against her mouth as if something big was coming out. She quickly got off my lap, nearly jumped as she opened the car door, sticking her head out and vomited on the ground outside, creating a small pool of her drunk vomit.

I sighed, feeling sorry for her as I should’ve guessed she would get sick after having clearly taken a lot of drinks in that nightclub she went.

Once she’d done puking, I took out a few bottles of water that I was keeping in the glove compartment, helping her clean her face and mouth, which she appreciated.

Later, after putting her back on the passenger seat and put the seatbelt on her, Sylvia had passed out while mumbling something under her breath that I couldn’t understand. I began to resume the drive to her place.

The thoughts of what we’d just done was starting to catch up to me, making me to curse myself. I couldn’t deny that the sex we shared was beyond amazing, but it all happened because she was drunk, having managed to break through the tough personality and professionalism I had developed over the years as what was expected of me in order to lead a large company that I had built up with my bare hands from the ground up.

After 10 minutes of driving slowly, I arrived at the apartment complex she was staying. Sylvia had been passed out so much that she clearly didn’t have the strength to get out of the car herself. So, as I took her small purse, I took her in my arms, carrying her effortlessly out of the car, which was probably from having developed my body into an athletic shape.

After entering the building, I took the elevator up, taking it to the 7th floor, making my way to Sylvia’s apartment, which is number 701. I took the housekey from her purse and opened the front door, taking her inside while kicking the door behind me shut.

Her apartment actually looked very decent and clean, showing how organized she is. I noticed the several paintings she had and the pictures hanging on the walls, with one showing her graduating college while being hugged by her parents and friends and another one that got my interest, showing her being part of her high school cheerleader squad.

But reminding myself I was still carrying a drunk and passed out Sylvia in my arms, I made my way further into the apartment, entering the only room I guessed was her bedroom.

I removed the blanket before carefully placing Sylvia on her bed. Deciding it would be rude to leave her like this, I took off her clothes and high heels till she was completely. I couldn’t help but to look down on her, looking over a gorgeous and yet cute young woman… and also saw the few drips of my sperm flowing down from her vagina.

Looking into her walk-in closet, with her having many kinds of different clothes for every season, all folded and orderly placed on the shelves and having many dresses hanging on the racks.

I took a light blue nightgown and put it on Sylvia before covering her with a blanket.

After I left the apartment and closed the door behind me, I made my way down back to my car.

I gave a long sigh as I sat back at the drivers' seat. I should feel guilty after what had just happened, having taken advantaged of my employee in her drunk state, but partly I wasn’t as what we shared felt so real and… making me feel something that was indescribable.

As I was about to ignite the engine, I noticed Sylvia’s panty was still laying there. I took it, looking at it… making me to smell it once more. The scent of her own juices felt so addicting.

I finally drove away, heading back home.

Deep down, I was feeling this was going to make things really complicated between me and my personal assistant.