Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 220

Summary for I asked 220: Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita)

Chapter Summary: I asked 220 – Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) by Free Collection

In I asked 220, a key moment in the Novel novel Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita), Free Collection delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Sa–Chapter 1

I was sitting at the Social Club’s bar with my friends Alexander Miller and Patrick Guzman on Thursday night. While we were chatting, I remembered to ask Alexander about the woman I’d recommended to replace Mariana as his assistant.

“Alexander, did you interview the woman I recommended?” I asked my friend.

“That’s Mari’s department, Henry. She’s doing a virtual Interview with her tomorrow. But from what I know, she’s already seen her resume, talked to Aldo Larson, and is quite impressed. I think she’ll hire her,” Alexander replied in his usual serious manner, without giving me any details.

“I’m curious. Oliver said she’s very competent,” I commented.

“According to Mari, she is,” Alexander confirmed.

“And didn’t Mari tell you what she’s like? Mari must have at least seen a photo of her, at least on her resume…” I persisted.

“Henry, my employees‘ appearance isn’t important to me. All I care about is that they perform their jobs well!” Alexander huffed. He seemed uncomfortable talking about the new assistant Patrick laughed from the other side.

“Forgot that our friend is all about work, Henry,” Patrick commented. “But I asked Mari…‘

“And what did Mari say, Patrick?” I asked eagerly.

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of “To stay away from Miss Catherine Vergara, nothing more.” Patrick smiled. Patrick was a ladies‘ man who enjoyed the game seduction, so I understood Mari’s warning.

“Can we stop talking about my potential future assistant?” Alexander huffed, making

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laugh. He was getting more irritable by

“Ugh! There goes our peace and quiet!” Patrick complained when he saw Anna Johnson walk in with her two friends.

“I told you we should’ve gone to the strip club,” Alexander grumbled. “That seems to be the only place on Earth where this insufferable woman can’t find me. You know what, I’m heading home before she latches onto me. Patrick, tomorrow at ten, at the hangar.” Alexander spoke and left through the side door.

“Are you guys traveling?” I asked.

“New business partner in New York. Think we’ll be there all next week,” Patrick replied.

“Oh, come on! Who’s going to tell me about Miller’s new advisor?” I was very curious.

“Don’t even think about asking Mari.” Patrick laughed.

“Where did my kitty go?” Anna arrived, speaking loudly in that unbearable, shrill voice.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a kitty!” Patrick replied and stood up. “Man, I have to go. We’ll talk later.”

“Oh, sweetie, stay a little longer.” Vanessa spoke, her voice was irritating too.

“Get lost, Vanessa!” Patrick said and turned his back, leaving as well.

“Well, girls, if you want, you can have the table. I’m leaving too.” I said and stood up.

“You’re going to leave me here alone without giving me a little kiss, sugar?” Isabella leaned against me and made a little pout.

“I’m not the kind of man for little kisses, Isabella. But I can give you something else in my car.” I smiled mischievously at

Isabella.

Isabella was cute. A bit younger than me, tall, with long platinum blonde hair, brown eyes, and very skinny, but she was wild. And since I was there, why not end my night with a quick hookup?

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Let’s rothen,” Isabella said with a little smile and pulled me alon

We reached the parking lot. I always parked my car in the back, precisely because I would run into Isabella from time to time, and sometimes I would take her right there.

“So, sugar, are we going straight to your place?” She asked excitedly.

My car occupied the spot next to the wall, and I always parked in reverse so nobody would see us. I opened the back door on the driver’s side and whispered in her ear,

“We’re not going to my place today, mom’s there, it’ll be right her.” I said and turned her around, pushing her body onto the seat, leaving her legs hanging down. She gave a little laugh. I leaned over her and warned, “It’ll be quick, I don’t have much time.

I quickly lifted her dress and pulled down her panties, ran my handover her entrance, and found her wet. I played there with my fingers, and she started moaning. I undid my pants and took out my cock, started masturbating, rubbing the head against her pussy and her clit. She was moaning like a porn star, too loud and seemingly forced, which was going to make me lose my erection. I stretched out my other hand and covered her mouth. When I positioned myself at her entrance, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Stay quiet! Not a sound. We can’t be seen.”

She nodded, and I removed my hand. She covered her own mouth. stood up, took the condom from my pants pocket and put it on, held her in place by the waist, and thrust my entire length into her in one go. I fucked her fast and hard, and when I was close to coming, I masturbated her, playing with her clit until she came. felt her spasms and sped up my movements, hearing the sound of our bodies slapping together, and I came silently.

When we finished, I pulled out, removed the condom, and cleaned myself with a paper napkin from the car’s up my pants and fixed her panties and dress. I pulled her off the seat and kissed her cheek.

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holder. I zipped

“I need to go, Isabella. Mom’s waiting for me. We’ll talk later,” I said, directing her back to the club. I always used the excuse that my mother was at my house to avoid taking Isabella there.

“But that was too quick, baby,” she complained.

“I warned you!” I said. “Did you come?” She nodded yes and smiled. “Then mission accomplished. We’ll talk later.” I gave her another kiss on the cheek and got into my car.

I knew I was a jerk. That was not how you treat a woman, even if she was promiscuous and annoying as hell. But I had been honest with Isabella from the start, actually, I was honest with all of them. I told her I felt nothing for her and we’d never have a relationship, but she insisted, said she just wanted to have sex with me. So we hooked up occasionally, and I didn’t give her any false hope.

The fact was that I hit it but didn’t commit. I preferred it this way, I didn’t deceive anyone and didn’t become a scoundrel like my father, who got married and never respected my mother. And after the divorce, it got even worse, he turned into an old lecher who didn’t stay with the same young girl for more than a month and usually still cheated on the poor thing.

My father was what they call a bon vivant. He no longer wanted any responsibilities and abandoned his family to live an adventure with an opportunistic young girl. I gave him an ultimatum, I wouldn’t allow him to squander the family’s wealth on his adventures. My father was eager to return to adolescence and didn’t oppose my demands much, he handed over control of the business and family assets to me, and I sent him a good amount every month, enough to support his luxuries in Miami. Of course, the young girl didn’t last more than a year.

Now I was a thirty–two–year–old man, CEO of a tech giant who avoided relationships. But I had no idea that was about to change.

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S2–Chapter 2

Henry’s POV

When I arrived at the office on Friday, Julia, my secretary, came running after me right away, Julia was excellent at her job and happily married, therefore out of my reach. She’d been with me long enough to take certain liberties and kept things strictly professional between us not that I ever hit on her. Then again, Julia was nearly sixty.

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“Mr. Martin, there’s a million pending matters on your desk and all these messages.” Julia handed me about twenty messages held together with a paper clip.

“What time do these people start working, five in the morning?” I said, looking at her, already stressed.

“Eight, but you’re half an hour late, so…” Julia said as she walked out. “Have a great day!”

Ever since my last executive assistant, Miss Camila, resigned last week, I’d been swamped. Ineeded to get my act together – fucking my assistant on the desk after hours hadn’t been a good idea. Again!

The next day she came in all flirty, and I had to shut it down, saying it would be better to keep things purely professional between us. She got furious, broke some things in my office, and quit.

I was seriously considering hiring a male assistant, like Patrick who had Rick. It would be smarter since I wouldn’t fall into temptation and could keep the assistant for more than six months. It was hell having to repeat interviews and hire someone

new.

I had already returned several calls and replied to many emails, hadn’t even had time for lunch, but my desk was still piled with pending matters. I felt like I was in the middle of chaos.

My cell phone vibrated on the desk, and when I checked the screen, it was a message from Mariana thanking me for recommending Miss Catherine Vergara, whom she had just hired as Alexander’s new assistant. I was tempted to ask what the woman was like, but I followed Patrick’s advice and just replied saying I was happy to hear the news.

Julia came into the office and placed a plate with a sandwich and a glass of watermelon juice on my desk.

“Eat! You still have many pending matters to resolve, you can’t afford to end up in the hospital because you didn’t eat.” Julia spoke like a stern mother.

“Thank you, Julia. You’re a beacon in my life!” I smiled at her as she left my office smiling

The phone rang on my desk, and when I answered, my secretary said it was Oliver Larson. I always took his calls, no matter how chaotic my desk was, so I asked her to put him through.

“Oliver, my friend! How are you? You still owe me a round of golf!” I greeted Oliver cheerfully.

Oliver was my father’s friend and had become a great friend to me. When I took over the company, it was Oliver Larson’s advice that guided me through the business world and kept me from sinking. I was only eighteen then, just starting college.

“I’m doing well, son. I’ll be visiting Paradise Port soon, and we’ll play that round of golf.” He laughed. He was a very polite and always good–humored man. Unlike my father, he was an exemplary husband.

“I heard Alexander hired the woman you recommended. From what Mariana told me, she’s very capable and highly qualified,” I commented, remembering that the last time I met Oliver, he had asked me for a position for the woman. Since I still had an assistant then, I spoke with Mariana, who was looking to replace someone at Group Miller.

“I’m certain Alexander won’t regret it. Catherine is a very determined and professional young woman,” Oliver confirmed.

“Please tell me she’s ugly,” I joked with Oliver.

“Actually, quite the opposite, son. She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen!” Oliver said with a hearty laugh. “But she’s not for you. Or Patrick. She’s a very serious person.”

“Oliver, why didn’t you tell me she was beautiful when you asked me to find her a position?” I asked, laughing

“Because I know you, Henry. And Catherine needs a job that lasts more than six months. And even though I’m sure she wouldn’t fall for your advances, she would put you in your place and quit.”

“So she’s perfect for Alexander, we’re matching two workaholics who only think about work.” I smiled. “But now you need to find me an assistant too, mine just quit.”

“Are you serious? For the reason I’m thinking?” He asked.

“Yeah. I think I’m going to hire a man…”

“Look, Henry, I called to ask you for another favor, but I think we can help each other. My daughter is Catherine’s best friend, they’re like sisters. And my daughter decided to move with her friend, so she needs a job there.”

“Is your daughter ugly?” I didn’t know Oliver’s daughter very well last time I saw her was about ten years ago, when she was still a girl with braces. But Oliver burst out laughing.

“She looks just like her mother!” I was screwed because Oliver’s wife was very beautiful.

“My friend, I don’t want to lose your friendship,” I said with a smile.

“And you won’t! My daughter doesn’t fall for men like you. Melissa is too peculiar.” Oliver was confident about his daughter.”

as she says herself, her boyfriend is a She has a boyfriend, great guy, and she’s crazy about him. You don’t stand a chance prince/But she’ll keep you in line, I can guarantee that.”

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I stopped to think. Running one of the biggest tech companies in the market was already too much work. Lynx World, my company, had expanded considerably since I took over the business. I really needed an assistant who could help me with work and keep me in check. 1

“Will she last more than six months in the job?” I asked, still doubtful.

“And I won’t interfere in your working relationship!” Oliver assured.

“Tell her to send me an email, you have the address. I’ll interview her.”

8—Chapter 3

Samantha’s POV

Having worked until closing time yesterday, I was exhausted, even though it was Monday. I needed another job, one with decent hours that wouldn’t eat up my weekends. Working at a mall store was draining. I had just graduated with a business degree, but this was my only work experience, so finding another job wasn’t proving easy.

The commissions were actually great, the store was upscale, and everything was expensive. I was good af sales and had loyal customers, but it had become really hard to keep working here alongside Cybele after I caught her giving my then–boyfriend a blowjob in the back room, and she had the other two salesgirls backing her up, making the atmosphere even more unbearable.

It was the most humiliating situation of my life! I had stepped out briefly to grab a quick bite, so I wouldn’t have to cook when I got home, since my mom was traveling that week. It was almost closing time, and that jerk sometimes picked me up, but I had always trusted him.

When I returned to the store, I noticed Cynthia and Laura, the other two salesgirls, trying to distract me and lead me away from the store, but I brushed them off and went to the back room to put away my purse.

When I turned on the lights, I saw that scumbag Romulus holding Cybele’s head while she was going down on him. I stood there disgusted, and it took them a while to realize someone was there. Then I started clapping and told them they could make money doing low–budget pom.

I didn’t even take my purse, I just left. It was practically closing time anyway. The next day I told my manager I hadn’t felt well and had left a little early. Romulus tried to explain himself, but I told him to go to hell. Then he started dating Cybele, and they both tried to provoke me as much as they could.

I was standing there, near the store entrance, when I saw two beautiful young women looking at the window display. That dress had arrived today, and I had put it in the window knowing it would catch attention. I stayed alert and as soon as they came in, I approached them.

“Good evening, ladies! Welcome to our store. I’m Samantha. Can help

find

something special?” I said with my best smile.

“Hi, Samantha! I’m Catherine and this is my friend Melissa. I’d like to try on that blue dress in the window, please,” said the dark–haired woman. She was very friendly and truly beautiful.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous and it just arrived today. Come, have a seat while I get it for you.” I led them to the fitting room area and went to get the dress, also grabbing a pair of shoes that would look perfect with it.

The two friends were very friendly, and while Catherine was in the fitting room trying on the dress, Melissa told me they were new in town and Catherine needed a new dress to make a good impression on her new boss. When that young woman came out of the fitting room, even I was impressed – she looked stunning. The dress was made for her; it looked like it had been sewn directly onto her body, it fit so perfectly. In the end, she bought the dress, the shoes, and some beautiful lingerie. I was satisfied with my sale.

“Come back again, girls, we’re always getting new items in the store,” I said as I handed them their bags and a business card with my name on it.

After the girls left, I grabbed my purse and informed my not–so–dear coworkers that it was time for my break. I was going to take the opportunity to buy a small gift to send to my grandmother as her birthday was coming up in a few days.

I lived with my mother, who worked for a pharmaceutical company and travels quite a bit. My parents were divorced, and I hardly ever saw my father – he remarried and had other children to worry about. My grandmother, my mother’s mom, liveed in the countryside and visited us frequently, but recently, she wouldn’t be coming for her birthday, and I wouldn’t be able to visit her. So I was going to buy a little gift for my mother to take to her.

There was a religious goods store in the mall, and I went there to look at a hanging ornament with a small prayer engraved on it the saleswoman told me it was called a door scapular. It was handmade and quite beautiful. I was talking with the saleswoman when we were interrupted by a tall, handsome, and completely rude man.

“I need a gift for my mother,” he said while fiddling with his phone, addressing the saleswoman without even caring that she

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was busy not even taking his eyes off the device to look at her. Ho crudel

If you haven’t noticed, she’s busy,” I said without any kindness.

“Yeah, I noticed, but I don’t have your luxury of hanging around the mall all day, and she’s the only saleswoman in the store,” he replied as if he owned the world.

“Excuse me?” I asked, not believing what I’d just heard.

“Look, she’ll help me real quick and then get back to chatting with you,” he said, finally taking his eyes off his phone screen and staring at me,

He was a gorgeous man, probably in his thirties, tall with broad shoulders, green eyes, and blonde hair, just long enough to tangle your fingers in at the nape of his neck and pull during what would surely be a masterful kiss from those perfect lips. He wore an extremely elegant suit that was undoubtedly tailored. He was looking at me seriously, with a tense expression and a slight crease between his eyebrows.

“Look here, sir, even if I were unemployed, as you suggested, the saleswoman was already helping me when you came in, acting all important and interrupting us. That’s rude,” I said seriously, maintaining eye contact.

“I’m not rude, I’m practical. You have time to browse around the store, so do that. If the saleswoman had helped me, I’d be gone by now, and you two could go back to your chitchat,” he stared at me, insisting on being served first.

“Wow! You’re completely clueless, that’s what you are!” I turned to the saleswoman. “I’ll take this one, could you wrap it for me, please?” The saleswoman took the item from my hand, asked him for a minute, headed to the register, and I followed hex

“Wait a minute? You’re not going to help me?” He asked the saleswoman, clearly irritated. She shrank back, saying she’d help him in a minute. “You’re going to make me wait?”

“Keep sending messages on your phone and stop throwing a tantrum. She’ll finish my purchase, and I’ll be gone in no time,” I said triumphantly, looking back at him over my shoulder. “I’ll leave a card to go with your mother’s present.”

I went to the register, and while the saleswoman was wrapping my purchase, I noticed a display on the counter with various prayer cards, and one caught my attention. I picked it up, paid for it wrote a note on the envelope, and asked the saleswoman to give it to the man. I left the store feeling vindicated, knowing he would fume with anger when he saw the card I’d left for his mother.