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The receptionist walked her to her desk outside of Maxwell’s office and she sat there and waited for him to call her in.

“He’s in there with someone right now dear.” The elderly lady smiled at her. “But as soon as he’s finished, you can go and walk right in.”

“Thanks.” Sophie smiled weakly at the lady and sat there playing around with some paperclips on the table. She tried to figure out what to say to him when she saw him, “Hey Maxwell, I haven’t seen you in a week but guess what? I’m pregnant.” Or maybe, “Maxwell I want you to know that I am having your baby but don’t worry I can still be your assistant.” She hit her hand against her head and sighed. There was going to be no easy way to tell him.

“So I’ll see you tonight?” The door opened and Sophie saw the back of a lady coming out of his office. “I’ll make reservations at Barbuzza for 8 yeah?” Her voice was high and whiny and somehow sounded familiar to Sophie.

Sophie heard a muffled reply from Maxwell but couldn’t understand him. “We can discuss everything else tonight Max. I think this is one dinner you don’t want to miss.” The lady stepped out and closed the door.

Sophie looked at her and gasped, the color draining from her face.

“Hello dear Sophie?” The lady smiled coldly. “I understand it’s your first day today?”

“Yes.” Her voice was low and strained. “And you are?”

“You don’t remember me?” The lady looked at her with narrowed eyes. “I’m Alexis, Maxwell’s special friend.”

“Oh, yes. Sorry I forgot.” Sophie stood up and smiled and held out her hand.

“Sure.” Alexis ignored her outstretched hand. “I wouldn’t get too comfortable here Sophie. I don’t think you’ll be in this position too long.”


“I don’t really like you. Never did.” She laughed. “And I think I can convince Maxwell to let you go.”

“I see.” Sophie stared at the lady unsure of why she hated her so. She also didn’t understand what Maxwell saw in her. Yes, she was beautiful but she was like an ice queen.

Alexis leaned in close to Sophie and whispered. “I’d watch your back Sophie. You don’t want to see Max back in jail do you?”

“What?” Sophie looked at her in shock. “What…”

At that moment, Maxwell opened the door and walked out. “Sophie.” He smiled brightly at her until he noticed Alexis right next to her. “You’re late.” He frowned. “I’ll see you later Alexis.”

“Yes dear.” She looked back at him and smiled sweetly before walking away.

“In the office.” Max barked at Sophie and she stood there in confusion.

“I’m not late Max.” She spoke angrily to him, upset that he had spoken to her that way in front of Alexis.

“Look I’m doing you a favor here Sophie. My life would be a lot easier if I didn’t hire you.”

“I’m not trying to put you out Max. In fact, I can leave right now if you want.” She spun around and walked to the door and he chased after her.

“Stop.” He barked. He reached around her and closed the door and locked it before pushing her against it and reaching down to crush his lips to hers. She kissed him back passionately and violently, letting all of her emotions and worries come out in the kiss. He unbuttoned her shirt quickly and pushed her the cups of her bra down so that her breasts were hanging out. He reached down and took one of her breasts in his mouth and suckled on her nipple as he pushed her skirt up with his hands.

She reached over and undid his shirt and pulled it off of him so that he stood there bare-chested. He groaned and ripped her shirt off and threw it on the ground next to his before unclasping her bra. He pushed her against him so that her breasts were crushed against his chest. He reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off and pulled her skirt up to her waist.

“Fuck it.” He growled and pulled her skirt off as well so that she was standing there naked asides from her heels. She reached over and pulled his pants down and caressed his penis until it was hard. He lifted her up against the wall and muttered into her ears. “Put your legs around my waist.”

She obeyed and wrapped her legs around him and was rewarded by his hard cock pushing deep into her. She groaned as he fucked her; their bodies gyrating together so that her breasts bounced against his chest. He lifted her over to the black leather couch in his office and pulled out of her. She sat there looking up at him and he pushed her down onto the couch.

“Spread your legs.” He commanded before using his hands to open them wide. She felt his breath on her pussy seconds before she felt his tongue invade her. She buckled under the pressure of his lips as they sucked on her clit and she felt herself cum into his mouth as he lapped up her juices. “Good.” He grinned at her before flipping her over onto all fours. He then came up behind her and slid himself into her once more, she felt her pussy lips welcome him home and they clung on to his cock as he slid in and out of her.

“There is something delicious about fucking a wet pussy that I can’t resist.” He muttered before slamming into her a few more times and then coming. He turned her over and collapsed onto the couch next to her. She cradled him in her arms and they smiled at each other. His head was resting on her breast and she felt a rush of pleasure run through her and she hoped that she was going to give birth to a boy so that she could always be reminded of his glorious wonderful angelic face. He reached over and suckled on her breast and she rubbed his head feeling satiated and complete. This is where she was meant to be: with this man, in this moment forever.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this.” He muttered as he pulled himself away from her. “You are a witch Sophie.”

“No. I’m not.” She smiled at him sweetly and decided that this was the perfect time to tell him the news. “I need to tell you something Maxwell.”

“Yeah?” He looked at her sideways as he caressed her breasts with his tongue.

“Yeah. It’s kinda important.”

“Ok.” She felt his hand slip down to her pussy and he rubbed on her clit.

“Yes.” She moaned and wiggled against him. “I’m pregnant.” She spurted it out.

She felt him freeze and left his mouth from her breast. He looked at her in shock. “What?”

“I’m pregnant.” She gasped it out as he slid two fingers into her. “Please don’t do that, I can’t think.”

“You can’t think?” He looked at her harshly and continued fingering her. “What do you mean you are pregnant?” He got up and removed his fingers from her, instead rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her slit.

“Maxwell please stop.” She pleaded with him as she felt another orgasm build up.

“Who are you pregnant for?” He stared at her intently, slipping the tip of him into her slowly and then withdrawing it.

“You.” She groaned, aching to feel him fully inside of him.

He stared at her with a murderous look in his eyes and slid the length of his cock in and out of her slowly. She grabbed his ass to get him to move faster but he withdrew from her and rubbed his cock on her clit a few more times before getting up and walking away from her. He silently walked over to get his clothes and he got dressed as she sat there on the couch. He walked back to his desk and sat down and stared at her still laying on the couch.

His next words were low and contained his anger. “What do you mean me? I thought you told me you were on the pill?”

“I’m sorry.” She sat up and covered her breasts with her hands suddenly ashamed and embarrassed.

“I cannot believe this Sophie.” He put his face into his hands. “I knew fucking you was a mistake.”

Sophie cringed at his words and wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. “I’m sorry Max.”

He slammed the desk with his fist. “You should be fucking sorry. You have just complicated my life far more than I need at this point.”

Sophie looked down at the floor scared; she had never seen him so angry before.