Boss's Sweet Secretary

Under this enormous fear, Jennifer had no time to guess if he had ulterior motives or to observe his behaviour. She only thought maybe he was being kind since they lived together now. She finally stopped crying." You can do anything."

"Remember what you promised."

Hans stood up and his shadow amplified. She couldn't see his expression clearly against the light, she only heard him say coldly, "Follow me." Jennifer was stunned for a moment, then got up from the sofa as if she had been saved. She endured the discomfort and hurried to follow Hans.

All of the servants looked at each other in dismay. Even those who usually looked down on Jennifer showed sympathy.

Who would have thought that Hans, the prince charming of thousands of women, the founder of his entertainment empire, would treat women so beastly? Or maybe he was only like this with Jennifer.

The bedroom on the second floor was spacious with very little furniture, only a wardrobe, a big bed, and four walls.

The lights were dim, creating a romantic vibe.

"Come here." Hans sat by the bed and said coldly.

Jennifer bit her lip and slowly walked over.

She was barefooted as she hadn't had time to change her shoes at the entryway, but now, the cold floor made her toes numb. Her gait became rigid and shaky.

Hans sniggered and said, "Your legs gave out before I even touched you?"

Every time he saw Jennifer's stoic look, it reminded him of her mother. They were both pretentious b*tch.

Jennifer did not refute Hans's sarcasm. She just lowered her head. There were tears in her eyes but she refused to meet his gaze.

"Kneel down."

Hans ordered coldly. Without thinking, she knew what he meant.

This was not the first time. She was even a little glad that this was it. After all, normal p*netrative sex always tired her out. It was better this way, although it was a little disgusting, she didn't need to worry about being pregnant or taking morning after pill.

She skillfully reached out her hand to undo his belt. The logo of his belt felt cold on her fingers.

"Practice makes perfect indeed. You are so good at taking pants off men. Have you been practising with other men?"

"No..." She raised her head and retorted firmly.

When she saw that Hans looked a little dumbfounded, she immediately lowered her head in self-deprecation.

She was a shameless b*tch to him anyway. What was the point of explaining herself?

Hans fell silent for a few seconds before he impatiently stood up and took off his trousers, completely exposing his lower body in front of Jennifer, which was too shocking to look at.

He noticed Jennifer deliberately averted her gaze, so he bent down and lifted her chin. "Why are you hiding? Didn't you enjoy it every night? Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me. Let's see if you have gotten more skilful than last time. Maybe if you pleased me, I will treat you better."

The great sense of shame made Jennifer teary. Hans frowned, pushed away her face, and said coldly, "Let's begin."

Jennifer felt a sudden twisting pain on her neck as he pushed her face, she whimpered. She bit the tip of her tongue and swallowed the blood together with her pain and humiliation.

She knew that Hans didn't like her pitiful look.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐