“These are the files containing the new upcoming project,” Betty drops a fat blue folder on the table. “I think the architect will be done with the design next month.”

I stared at the table absentmindedly, my mind filled up with the image of last night. I still couldn’t get the sound of her moan out of my head, the need to possess her made me groan.

“Are you alright sir?” I heard Betty ask, but I refuse to spare her my time.

“Aziz?” her tone sounded worried. “Is everything alright?” I looked up to see her frowning in front of me.

“I am fine, you can leave now,” I...