Arriving at the office, the atmosphere was filled with curiosity from my coworkers. They were intrigued by the new assistant, unaware of the tension happening between Dimitry and me. I brushed off their looks and focused on the project at hand.

During the meeting with Mr. Zerga, I tried to be professional and engaged. Dimitry, however, appeared arrogant and aloof, only giving me occasional smirks. It was frustrating, but I pushed through, determined to take the project on.

After the meeting, Mr. Zerga asked me to stay in the meeting room, making sure that Dimitry left, he grunted "I see that you have met Dimitry.”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“I hope you two will get along well,” he said.
“I’m sure we will,” I said, forcing a smile.

"He is spoilt and unaware of people's feelings and emotions, just tread with caution with him." He grunted. "Sir, I will do my best," I muttered to say.
As I walked, I could see that Dimitry had sat on my chair in my cabin, playing with the laser pointer, pointing at me.

“Hello, Dimitry,” I said. “You are sitting on my seat which I do not find funny, your office is across John's cabin. I will call you once I have the project finance report with me.”
“Hello,” he said. “Sure Sugar, It’s so nice to chat with you.” I fumed inside, "You will call me Miss. Vivian or better just "Ma'am" will be perfect. You need to start on that first" I sternly replied to his taunt.
I could see that he was still smirking at me but I tried to ignore it.
I led him to his office and showed him around.
“Thank you, Sugar” he whispered in my ear and brushed my hair slightly.
I walked out of his office and took a deep breath.
I knew that this was going to be a long day.
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The next day, it was raining and somehow it made me feel relaxed so I wore a black dress that was till knees and a soft taupe jacket on it. I kept my hair loose and I always felt comfortable with such an atmosphere.

The following evening, I found myself working late once again, determined to finish the forgotten tasks that had piled up while I was still waiting for the finance report. The office was eerily quiet, the only sound being the clicking of my keyboard as I typed away. I wanted my Saturday to be undisturbed so this needed to be completed.

Just as I was shutting the laptop, Dimitry appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He hovered over, leaning against the edge of my desk with a smug grin.
"Working late again, Ma'am?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You really are a good employee, aren't you? Always trying to be perfect." He touched my hair and I flinched.

"Oh aren't we sensitive?" He leaned closer and I just got up from my seat immediately and blurted "What does the spoilt brat want now?"

The mischievous grin on his face transformed into a sinister smirk, laced with a hint of menace.

"You're just a stuck-up perfectionist, Sugarplum," he sneered, "Let me help you get relaxed" and he caught my arms with his hands, and the colors of my cheeks rose to red.

"You like me touching you, look whose cheeks are blushing.." he smirked.

"Dimitry, I will call the security right now and I can scream, do not make me do it" I tried to free myself, but his grip only got stronger.

He leaned forward almost closing any gap between me and him, and caught my chin up to look at him. I could see his green eyes shining with something sinister and even if I did not like being held, I was feeling the heat in my body. I tried to focus on the rain and thunderstorm noise from out, but I could hear his heartbeat. I could smell his tobacco perfume.

He leaned and whispered "I love the look on your pretty chubby face, and more than it this thick body of yours," he moved his hand towards my ass. He started to grope it and I grunted and pushed him back.

"its okay my sugarplum, I know you will like this..." catching my wrists in his hand and placing his lips on mine...

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