Today is Monday. And who says Monday, says work. In a good mood if possible. I finally finished the sketches of the bridal outfits for the coming season. All I have to do now is get the brides-to-be approval.

Ah, the wedding. I thought I would end up getting married after finding love and celebrating my twenty-fifth birthday. At just twenty-three, I am already married and with a complete stranger. As they say, love after marriage. Things often work out for the better in these cases.

We are going to have an important meeting with the president. I completely forgot what he wanted to talk to us about today. The annual meeting has already taken place, if I'm not mistaken. Unless it's today. I'm having trouble remembering. So much is going on in this company.

Dynasty is divided into four major departments which are divided into branches. As for the Wedding & Events branch, we all work together. The events department is in charge of planning everything, the confections department, which I have been in charge of since it opened, the jewelry department and finally, the beauty department, which is in charge of making beauty products that are more original than the ones we used to use and of pampering our clients.

Everything goes through the event department which is in charge of informing us of the next requests. Personally, this system suits me a lot. We don't have to all meet at the same time to meet the bride and groom and take their requests into account. We work together, each at our own pace without stressing ourselves.

Jayna joins me as we enter the company building.

- The meeting will start in 10 minutes in room 1. Almost everyone has arrived.

- Jay, what are we going to talk about again? Don't tell me it's the annual meeting already.

- Alma, you're wearing me out," sighed my secretary. The former president's son is coming to introduce himself. Then we'll go straight to the annual meeting.

- You mean his hidden son?

- What do you mean 'hidden'? He's just never made a public appearance before. He just finished studying abroad. I even heard that he worked for a big brand before coming back.

- That's good to know. He must be ready to take over," I said as I continued to walk. Let's go.

We enter the meeting room already filled. The door opens and the president enters followed by... Gabrielo? All the people in the room stand up in unison to greet the president. I do the same, frowning. I hadn't seen him since Saturday, but he's as charismatic as ever.

- Good morning, Mr. Moretti.

- Good morning. Please sit down," says the stern-looking president.

We comply and he takes a seat at the end of the table with Gabrielo. My brain is trying to think of all the possible options. Don't tell me that the announcement of the day is him? I slept with the boss' son. I even married him.

- I have the honor to introduce you to my son, says the president smiling. This is Gabrielo Moretti. He will take office as the new president today.

So, I married the new president of the company on Friday night. How could I have done something so stupid? I could have been fired for this. His family is known to be harsh on all work-related matters. The meeting begins and it's my turn to speak.

- As you have seen, handmade wedding dresses with meticulous details are more and more trendy. That's why we decided to take new stylists on trial to gain efficiency. . .

After an hour and a half of talking, I'm finally finished with my presentation.

- Thank you for your attention. Do you have any questions?

Gabrielo quickly raises his hand before speaking.

- How long does it take to make one dress so that we have to hire new designers?

- About a three months, if we work without overtime for simple embroideries. It depends on the number of people working on the dress and the complexity of the design. Recently, it took us three months with four people working on the details while working overtime to finish on time.

- Very good. Hire as many new people as you need. That will be all, thank you.

A sigh of relief escapes me. Now that I think about it, this company only hires people with dual or more qualifications, or people with incredible talent. The meeting finally ends. I look at my watch, it's already 12:00. I have about an hour and a half left to eat. I pack up my things so I can get out. I hear a throat clearing in the room.

Only Gabrielo and I are left.

- Mr. Moretti? Is there anything I can do to help you?

- You can start by calling me by my first name. It's time to go to lunch.

- I have a question before that. Did you know I worked at Dynasty?

- Yes," he said, putting his hands on my hips. I knew, but you didn't. It was part of my preparation as the new president. I know the faces of most of the executives now.

He nuzzles his head into my neck and begins to place kisses on it. I can feel my thoughts clouding against my will. He is having a much greater effect on me than I thought. I let go and let him take control.

He continues his kisses and I feel tingling along my neck. He raises his head before kissing me. His hands come to rest on my ass and press it. I let out a moan of surprise before stopping him.

- Gabrielo, wait ! I still have to work.

- That's for me to decide. I'm the one signing your paycheck now," he says, undoing the buttons on my blazer. And I've decided you're going to take a break.

- Not my jacket. Gabrielo! The door is still open," I whispered, trying to make as little noise as possible.

I refuse to let anyone catch me in this situation with the new president. Rumors are flying like wildfire. I don't want anyone to tell me that I was under the desk.

- It's not like...

He completely undoes my outfit. I'm practically naked in front of him now.

- You really are in your underwear underneath. You still have great taste I see.

- I know," I replied, putting my hands around his neck, unable to resist any longer.

He runs his cold hands over my waist, which makes me shiver. He smiles at my reaction before leaning in to kiss me again. I respond to his kiss without being able to withstand it. He pulls me close to him without stopping and places me on the meeting table.

- Not here," I say, taking a deep breath to catch my breath. Not like this. Besides, what's this hard thing that's been grazing my thigh since earlier?

I run my hand over it, trying to shift what appears to be in Gabrielo's pocket.

- Stop-

Gabrielo grabs my hand instantly to stop me.

- Stop it, please. I don't think you need a picture to know what it is," he explains, looking me in the eye. Do you want me to elaborate?

- That's fine! Can you put me down?

My feet finally touch the ground. My gaze lands on Gabrielo's crotch. It's... Still so big. I look away and concentrate on his face.

- You intend to go out like that? I asked.

I look away quickly, not daring to look him in the eye. What's happening between his legs seem to interest me much more. It's partly because of him that we are here. My face must be tomato red by now.

- Get ready for lunch. We'll go.

- Are you really going to go like this? I insisted, looking him in the eye this time.

- Alma?

- Yes?

- Shut up," he growled, sitting down on a chair.

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We are in the car and Gabo is driving. I picked up my gift on the way to the parking lot and fixed my makeup. The disaster on my face following our little scene in the meeting room has been taken care of.

- Stop stressing," Gabo reassured me, taking my hand.

- Easy to say," I retorted, squeezing his hand. You're not going to meet your mother-in-law in ten minutes when you got married this Friday to someone you met in a nightclub. And whose feelings for you you don't even know.

- It's true that when you put it like that... I already told you that everything would be okay. I married you because I fell in love with you. All I have to do now is lure you into my arms.

I smile at him and he stops the car for a moment to kiss me.

- Now raise your head and smile," he said, raising my head with his index finger. We're here and you're going to do great.

He kisses my hand before stopping the car.