《Stylish, sassy and feisty》Chapter 24 - 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭
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God, this woman was hitting my every nerve in my body but at the same time it felt exhilarating because she was hot and bothered. It was nothing I have ever seen before.
She had an ego so she wouldn't admit the fact that I had an effect on her as much as she had an effect on me. I automatically knew when she went silent after I slapped her ass hard.
I saw eyes on me some were judging her but they all respected me. And as long as she was under my eyes, she will be under my protection and no one will disrespect her.
Steven was preparing the polygraph machine in the room we were in.
I placed her on the chair hesitantly because she won't think twice before running.
I looked around for some sort of handcuffs or ropes to tie her up to the chair.
There was none. So, I placed her on the chair and put my knee on the chair seat pressing my chest against her small body.
In the mean time, I took my belt off and tied one of her hands to the table leg. She wouldn't be able to move since the table was steel and engraved into the flooring. Perfect to keep her in.
She looked all flustered and I realised I lowered her dress more down revealing more and more cleavage to everyone.
I wouldn't mind, but Steven was in the room.
So, I adjusted her dress accordingly covering more of her chest then before.
Then I turned my attention to Steven 'you set up?' I asked.
'Yes Boss, you just need to put these wires onto her skin with direct contact on her pulse.' he said.
I took the wires and felt her neck for a pulse.
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Her breath hitched.
'You turned on Nem?' I asked with a cocky tone.
She regained her posture, attitude and consequences and growled 'you wish.'
'I wish you were in my bed naked waiting for me to pound myself into you.' I calmly voiced.
'You can have all your dirty dreams about me but in real life-' she started
I cut off 'Ready.'
'Yes. You can start boss.'
'Is the Black Hunter your friend?' I asked.
'No.' she replied.
'Truth.'
'Is he your family?'
'No.'
'Truth.'
'Do you know him personally?'
'No.'
'Truth.'
'Do you know the Black Hunter?'
'No.'
'Truth.'
What on earth is this?
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