PROMISED TO HIM CHAPTER 20
ROY SMITH
The sound of the air conditioner hummed low in the background, blending with the faint tick of the clock on the wall. It was already past one in the afternoon, and I still hadn’t eaten. My desk was covered in contracts, receipts, and files that didn’t seem to end — like the world expected me to fix everything by tomorrow.
My focus was buried in numbers and ink when a sharp knock broke through the silence. I didn’t even lift my head.
“I said I don’t want to be disturbed,” I barked.
Silence. Then my assistant’s nervous voice came through the door. “Sir, Mrs. Smith insisted to see you.”
I froze for half a second before sighing heavily. “Tell her—”
Too late. The door opened.
The scent hit me before I saw her — vanilla mixed with something sweet and warm. It filled the entire room like temptation in a bottle. Then she walked in, moving with that confidence that always got under my skin.
Mayibuye breathing headache
She wore a cream dress that clung just right, her hair pinned up with strands falling around her face. Her lips were glossy, her eyes soft yet dangerous.
She didn’t ask for permission. She simply entered, like she owned the place — like she owned me.
She sat down gracefully in front of me, crossing her legs. “I brought you food,” she said, placing a lunch bag on the desk.
“I’ve already eaten,” I said flatly, not looking up from the documents.
She arched one eyebrow, unconvinced. “Roy, you lie like it’s a habit.”
I finally looked up, annoyed — and maybe a little too drawn in by how she looked sitting there, smug, beautiful, untouchable.
“Bayi,” I warned, voice low,
“I don’t need distractions today. I’m buried in work.”
She smiled — a slow, dangerous smile.
“I’m your wife, and you’ll obey me until we divorce… which we won’t, because you’re too greedy to let me go.”
She leaned back in her chair, confident and teasing, and I couldn’t help but stare at her. Damn this woman. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Greedy, huh?” I muttered, walking around the desk.
Her eyes followed every movement, cautious but intrigued. When I reached her, I grabbed the armrest of her chair and spun it so she faced me. Her breath caught.
“Roy…”
I didn’t answer. My hands were already on her waist, pulling her closer. Before she could think or protest, I lifted her effortlessly and set her on my desk, scattering files to the floor. The sound of paper falling echoed through the room, but neither of us cared.
Her lips parted as I leaned in. My mouth crashed against hers — hot, urgent, claiming. She gasped into my kiss but didn’t pull away. Instead, she tangled her fingers in my shirt, pulling me closer.
I kissed her deeper, tasting her, feeling her melt against me. Her perfume, her breath, the way she sighed my name — it all blurred the world around us.
When my lips trailed down her neck, she tilted her head back, soft moans escaping her lips.
“Roy… someone might—”
“Let them try,” I whispered against her skin, kissing her harder.
She trembled, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. Every sound that escaped her only pulled me deeper into the moment. My control was slipping — and I didn’t care.
When my hand slid down her thigh, she shivered. Her body reacted to mine like we’d been waiting for this moment . I could feel her heartbeat racing, her breath shaky, her chest rising and falling fast.
And then she whispered, voice shaking— “Be gentle… this is my first time.”
Everything inside me stopped.
Her first time?
I froze, my breath caught in my throat. I looked at her — really looked at her. Her eyes were wide, trusting, a little scared but filled with something pure. She wasn’t playing a game. She wasn’t teasing. She meant it.
For the first time in a long time, guilt slammed through me like a punch.
I stepped back slowly, running a hand over my face. “Mayi…”
She blinked, confused. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t have to do this,” I said quietly.
I’m the Jerk I don’t want her to do it yet she might crash into my world
Her lips parted, her voice soft. “But I thought you wanted—”
How do I tell her that I want to be inside her and make her eyes roll like she is possessed
Silence filled the room. She sat there, looking small now, hurt flashing across her face. I hated that look
“I remembered I have a meeting,” I said, grabbing my blazer just to give my hands something to do.
“Oh,” she murmured, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. She hopped off the table and fixed her dress, avoiding my eyes.
“Right. Of course. You’re always busy,” she added quietly.
Then she was gone.
The office felt empty after she left. Her scent still lingered — sweet, intoxicating, impossible to forget. I loosened my tie, cursing under my breath. I grabbed the whiskey bottle from the shelf, poured a glass, and took a long sip.
The door opened again. Msizi. Of course.
He stopped, eyes widening at the sight of papers scattered across the floor.
“Whoa. Did you just smash your wife for the first time on your office desk? You afe a jerk!”
I glared at him. “Shouldn’t you be managing something at the club?”
He smirked.
He bent to pick up some papers and froze, his grin widening. “Uh, Roy… you might want to hide that,” he said, pointing at the floor.
I followed his gaze. My jaw tightened.
Her panties.
I picked them up swiftly and shoved them into my blazer pocket. “Get out, Msizi.”
He raised both hands, laughing.
“Hey, I’m just saying, boss — you’re a mess. A dangerous one.”
“Out.”
He left, still laughing, and the door shut behind him. I leaned against the desk, staring at the spot where she had been sitting minutes ago. The same desk that now smelled like her.
I took another sip of whiskey, letting it burn down my throat.
I didn’t know what scared me more — the fact that I’d almost lost control… or the fact that she made me want to
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