Hiding the Billionaire's Heir

"Miss Mendoza."

My body immediately jolted when I heard a cold voice echoing throughout the four corners of the room. I heaved a sigh as I noticed it was coming from the same direction, a speaker. I shook my head.

“Oh, my! Girl, you’ll probably get scolded again by him,” Serah said. Her voice seemed shaky and scared.

“What report did you do wrong again? You’re always being called at the office just so he can complain and scold you nonstop,” added Freya, another one of my co-workers in the office. She eyed me quite sharply with her eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

I only looked at them with a wince before promptly standing up from my seat. “Haven’t you gotten used to it already?” I asked jokingly. “Just one mistake and I’m always called at the office.”

“Gosh! His handsome face is a waste since he’s so cold,” Serah said, shaking her head.

"Miss Mendoza."

His voice seemed more irritated and louder than it was earlier. I hurriedly got up, grabbing only the most important things to take with me.

That man was impatient, and the way he handled his temper? It had always been frightening.

“Quickly!” My co-workers shooed me away, pushing and shouting for me to hurry up. I laughed. They were so adorable every time they did this.

As I walked along the hallway at a medium pace toward my multi-billionaire boss, my eyes roamed around the area, seeing countless co-workers and employees scared and pitying my current state.

Who wouldn’t? On the other side of the door, I was going to face a tiger that could gobble you up in a second.

I took another deep breath, fixing myself before finally knocking three times on the door and opening it slowly. As the door creaked open, the first thing that engulfed my view was a man sitting on his swivel chair, eyeing me with a sharp gaze on his face.

Immediately when he spotted me at the door, he opened his mouth furiously. “What’s this failure of a trash report again?” he shouted. His voice echoed throughout the room. As he did so, I only rolled my eyes before gently closing the door.

In a snap, the expression on his face changed into a softer and gentler one. I crossed my arms in front of me, asking, “What now, Achetbir?”

He stood up from his chair, walking toward me like a snake that was about to devour his prey. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he buried his face in my neck.

“I miss you, babe,” he whispered near my ear. As I felt his arms wrap around my waist tighter, I sighed to myself again. He was so clingy.

“May I remind you, Mr. Cold and Arrogant Billionaire, you’re summoning me every day here to your office,” I said.

He let out a chuckle with his deep baritone voice. “I want you,” he said huskily as I felt his hand roll up my skirt and caress my thigh. His touch sent shivers down my spine. With every touch, it felt like I was getting warmer and warmer on the inside. I bit my lip.

I was wearing a pencil skirt, so it was easier for him to gain access to my closed legs. He started nibbling and kissing me until his mouth traveled across my neck, licking me until he reached my jaw.

“Achetbir,” I said his name, aroused from what he was doing. A hot, oozing feeling crept through my body as I felt his hand touch me on my pussy. He was now playing with my clit uncovered from the thin-fabric underwear I was wearing. I could feel him moving gently, his hands tingling something from the inside of me.

“I love how I made you wet that fast,” his deep voice whispered in my ear, and then he crashed his lips against mine. I did the same, responding to his kiss while slowly wrapping my hands along his neck for support.

I let out a moan, breaking from our lip lock when the sensation down there changed. I could feel something enter me, making me more sensitive. He pushed my underwear to the side and slid his finger inside.

Gasping from the unbearable sensation, I couldn’t help but pull his hair, yanking him toward me with so much panting and moaning. He thrust his finger in and out, making my heart feel like it was racing nonstop. I unconsciously spread my legs, feeling breathless.

“Oh shit. Ah..." I groaned as he continued with whatever he was doing. A smile crept onto his face.

“Your moans are music to my ears, babe,” he mumbled, fingerfucking me roughly. 

I was moaning and whimpering every time he buried his finger inside of me. My hips automatically moved as if they were in a trance, to a beat that only the two of us could hear. As he did it rougher and faster, another hot sensation crept into my body, but this time, it felt better. Having his finger inside of me felt like it should have always been there. I was about to cum when I felt him pull his finger away. I groaned from the sudden pained sensation. My insides were throbbing.

“Achetbir!” I called out in a furious manner, weakened from all the things we’d done so far. He only looked at me with an alluring gaze, hypnotizing me. He lowered his head towards my earlobe and started licking it gently. He was teasing me yet again.

“You were five minutes late when I called you,” he started. I creased my forehead at him as he walked back toward his chair. He left me hanging on the pleasure he gave me. He smirked and unbuckled his belt. "Ride me if you want to cum, babe," he said teasingly as he unzipped his pants.

He leaned back on his seat and licked his lower lip as he stared at me. I shook my head. How did the tables turn? If I remembered correctly, he was the one who wanted something to happen between us.

His eyes never left me as I gently removed my underwear. I walked toward him and stopped when I was only inches away. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I grinned. I pulled down his briefs and brought out his manhood. I could feel it throbbing in my hand, and even today, I was still surprised by how massive it was. How was I able to take this before?

I sat above him, rubbing my pussy against his rock-hard cock. I could hear him groaning, teased by what I was doing. I chuckled as I saw his forehead crease with a pained expression on his face. This was what he was doing to me just earlier, and now he felt the same way I did.

I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my ass. I was sensitive there as well. “Let me enter now,” he pleaded hoarsely.

I shook my head before kissing him teasingly. I continued to rub my lower region against his, making him feel how wet I was on the inside. He was hissing yet moaning until…he couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Fuck! You’ll pay for this, naughty woman!” he cursed as he lifted my waist up and, without warning, pulled me down, inserting his erect manhood inside my core.

As soon as he entered me and hit my most sensitive part, my hands tightened on his back as I held on for support. The both of us were engulfed with the unbearable yet pleasurable sensation. I could feel him throbbing inside of me and feel how warm he was from the inside.

I was still panting when I noticed he was now holding my ass again. He started lifting and putting me back into place, making our lower regions rub against each other on the inside.

“Yes, oh...deeper, babe..." I muttered one after another as he stretched his length inside of me. The feeling increased second by second as he now started becoming faster. His hands traveled my body, roughly removing my polo shirt. He unhooked my bra, making me growl as he sucked on my nipples.

I thought I was on fire from the pleasure I was having. His touch and actions were like electricity, shocking me every minute. My heart was racing, my insides were throbbing, my mouth was gasping and moaning.

As I felt something more than just a sensation, I whispered in his ear, “I-I’m close." I came down onto his shaft, grinding my hips against his balls.

"Faster," he demanded and slapped my butt cheek.

My back automatically arched as our pace became faster and faster. It felt like despite moaning several times, it wasn’t enough to express this pleasure I was feeling from the inside. My eyes rolled from the indescribable feeling. I automatically tightened my pussy, wrapping around his manhood, scratching his back as he became rougher and more aggressive with me. In a split second, in one deep thrust, my orgasm washed through me.

I could feel the cold sensation pouring through my body as I shivered. I let out unbearable moans as he still kept on thrusting. I could feel him getting closer and closer as his cock throbbed desperately inside of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, whispering in his ear. “Not inside,” I reminded him. After he thrust two more times, he quickly pulled his manhood from me, and with that, he shot his load on my butt. I could feel his hot, sticky semen spurting while he buried his face in my neck, sucking on it.

“Achetbir!” I hissed.

He only chuckled and embraced me tightly.

“You gave me a hickey again!” I pulled myself away from him, irritated with what he did. I looked at him straight in the eyes, but it looked like he wasn’t bothered at all.

He looked at me with a smug look on his face. “At least they’ll know that you’re already taken,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him before shaking my head. I knew that he was talking about my suitors from across the company.

“And they will ask who the hell made it,” I blurted.

He groaned and buried his face again on my neck. “Damn, babe, I can shout it to the world that you’re mine. Can’t you do the same for me?” He pouted.

His question made me sigh. I lifted his chin. He was currently looking down with a sad expression on his face.

I caressed his cheek gently, opening my mouth to speak. “You know that you shouldn’t do that, right?” I asked. “Your name would be at stake here if you ever did something like that,” I added. “Someone as handsome and rich as you currently in a relationship with his commoner secretary? That would make you look like a laughingstock to everyone,” I explained. A bitter smile formed on my face. “Why are you so unreachable?” I asked.

“I don’t care about that as long as I have you, Jandie.” I felt his large hand grabbing mine. He gently lifted it and pulled it towards his lips, kissing the back of my hand gently.

"But I care, Achetbir. Just wait until I become successful,” I said. “Can you do that, babe?” I asked, looking at him softly.

He sighed deeply as though he wasn’t convinced, but he managed to joke around me. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, grinning. “Another round, and I’ll let this slide again,” he said as I felt his shaft slowly enter inside of me.

“Babe!” I softly shouted, hitting his arm.

The way his eyes slowly squinted as his teeth gradually became visible to my eyes left me mesmerized. He stood up from his seat, carrying me with his arms. I could feel his manhood thrusting deeper inside of me as he laid me on the table. He brought my legs towards his shoulder, saying, “I wish I can make you pregnant with my child.”

My eyes widened with what he said, and I creased my forehead at him. “Don’t you dare cum inside of me. I’m not yet ready,” I said as he started thrusting it in and out again.

“Yeah, next time,” he said, nodding before finally going back to the same routine we had together.

My hands just automatically wrapped around his back as we continued where we left off. It was a good thing that his office was soundproofed, so no matter how many times and how loud I would moan, there wouldn’t be any noises heard from the inside as long as the door was closed.

We continued wherever he wanted. We did it on the table, sofa, and even in the bathroom as if we hadn’t done it in a while. I could feel myself getting sore from the constant sensation but still kept going due to the unbearable arousal. We just did it yesterday, and yet here we were again, doing it in the office.

“Please, don’t call me again tomorrow,” I said while fixing my clothes. “Everyone is already suspicious and asking what was wrong with my reports,” I added.

I turned around to look at him and how his lips arched to pout in front of me. He obviously looked like he didn’t want to agree, but I had to take my stance.

“Just go to our condo tomorrow, okay?” I said, trying to console his feelings, and then I gave him a peck on the lips.

“Do I have any other choice?” he said, sighing before pulling me into a hug. I could feel his muffled breath from my neck.

“I’ll have to go back now. They’re probably asking why I’m taking so long here,” I added before finally breaking away from his hug.

He stared straight into my eyes; his same genuine and loving eyes were looking at me with such sincerity. “I love you,” he mumbled, never breaking our eye contact.

I smiled and, again, caressed his cheek. I couldn’t believe we’d been together for almost two years now. Everything seemed to sail smoothly, aside from those times when some people linked him with random women out there.

“I love you too,” I answered and turned away from him slowly.

He bought a condo for the two of us to share. It was so I could live comfortably and so that he could go in and out without any problems at all.

As I was motioning to open the door, I turned to glance at him again. He was still staring at me as I narrowed my lips to smile.

“I’ll go now,” I mouthed and left his office.

“Oh my gosh, you looked so drained! You were probably scolded nonstop again!” Serah said as soon as she spotted me again.

“Our boss is too much! You should probably do your best with your work now so that you won’t get called by the tiger anymore,” Freya then added, acting like she was frightened by some monster.

I winced secretly.

If only they knew what type of scolding he did. I doubt they’d run away and would instead come crawling toward his office with all their might.

Instead of talking to them, I just sat on my chair, exhausted. Damn! He was too much! I couldn’t even count how many times we did it earlier.

I only shook my head as I still felt the eyes of my two colleagues staring at me with such pitiful expressions on their faces. They were probably thinking that I was cussed at or was made to do a lot of paperwork inside his office.

They didn’t know that it was more tiring to cum several times compared to what they were thinking.

“Good morning, ma’am.” My head lifted as soon as I heard my co-workers greet a woman passing by.

It was Achetbir’s grandmother walking towards our table. We quickly rose from our seats and bowed in front of her.

“Good morning, ma’am,” we said in a synchronized manner.

The old woman smiled at us with such warmth before motioning her hands toward my two colleagues to sit. She turned toward me and opened her mouth. “Is my grandson busy, hija?” she asked with such a gentle tone.

“Sir is currently free right now,” I said.

He was even able to call me just so we could have sex, so I doubted that he was busy. I shook my head as a winced expression crept onto my face because of what I thought of.

“Okay, thank you.” She narrowed her lips to smile and promptly turned away, walking towards Achetbir’s office.

I lowered my gaze and sighed to myself. Achetbir’s grandmother was a kind person; however, I still couldn’t help feeling nervous in front of her. I felt like we could get caught by her at any moment, which sent shivers down my spine.

“Madam is quite gentle, isn’t she?” Freya whispered.

I nodded, followed by a smile on my face.

“I feel like she likes you a lot, Jandie,” Serah then said.

My lips twitched as soon as I heard her. I furrowed my brows. “Huh? Why do you think so?” I asked while fixing the papers on my desk.

“Wait, really? You haven’t noticed how her eyes twinkle whenever she’s talking to you?” Serah asked, lifting one of her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and looked at her. “You wish,” I said despite noticing it myself.

I could never get it out of my system—how Madam looked at me with such a kind expression whenever she talked to me. What if her expression changed when she found out about my relationship with Achetbir?

“Despite her being so kind, our sir’s mother would be so strict with you! Like, damn! She gives me goosebumps whenever I see her,” Freya said, shivering.

Serah and I laughed at her reaction.

Achetbir’s mother was kind of intimidating. Even with just her eyes, it would feel like if you made just one wrong move, she’d gobble you up in a minute. She had such a cold tone followed by an expressionless face, which Achetbir inherited, especially whenever he talked to other people.

“Oh, Miss Patriza is also here,” Serah said as her eyes roamed around the area and spotted a woman walking.

Freya and I looked. She was promptly attempting to come inside Achetbir’s office.

“She’s really beautiful, isn’t she?” Freya asked in awe.

“Yeah, I agree. She suits our sir well. Doesn’t she, Jands?” Serah asked, turning towards my direction.

I smiled bitterly in front of them. I felt a stinging pain in my chest as I had to agree. I nodded and said, “Yeah.”

Patriza was one of those women who were linked with Achetbir. She was usually invited by his mom every now and then to family gatherings. I couldn’t help but suppress this pain in my chest and admit the truth. They looked like a match in heaven—a man who was gifted with such looks and a woman who looked so stunning. And they were both so rich. Yeah, they suited each other perfectly.

It was something that I didn’t have.

I was not ugly, but I wasn’t gorgeous. I was only an average woman, and sometimes, I wondered what Achetbir saw in me. On the other hand, Patriza was my total opposite. She was indeed perfect; that was why it wouldn’t be surprising to know that she was a famous model who built her own clothing brand.

My two colleagues continued to talk and praise my lover and a woman’s name nonstop while I decided to just focus on the door of his office, waiting for what might happen on the inside.

It was probably already thirty minutes when the door swung open. The first person to come out of the room was Achetbir’s grandmother. She walked toward me as if it were a habit of hers.

I immediately stood up and greeted her again as a sign of respect.

“Stop treating me like this, hija. You always remind me of our difference in status,” she said jokingly, followed by a small chuckle. Her eyes looked like they were glimmering.

For some reason, her presence always made me feel calm. My lips automatically crept into a smile.

“I apologize, madam,” I said.

As I apologized to her, my eyes widened as she quickly hooked her arms around mine. I couldn’t help but gasp the same way my colleagues did as they witnessed the scene.

“Why don’t we grab a coffee together? Don’t you think it would be a great idea?” she asked, looking excited.

I blinked several times, not knowing what to do. She was my boss’s grandmother—my boyfriend’s grandmother. How could I not feel uncomfortable? How could I decline her?

My words started to stutter as I was left with nervousness creeping through my body. “I-it’s a little embarrassing, madam, but i-if you would like to, I would gladly agree.” I felt like I was drained as soon as I said those words.

An excited expression crept on her face as she heard me agree to her invitation. Her arms tightened around mine, followed by the words, “Great! Let’s go!” She shouted as if she were really looking forward to this for some time.

Being dragged by her, I turned around to glance at my two colleagues. They looked at me with such smiles on their faces and their hands motioning in an okay sign. I gently shook my head and pointed towards my table. They already got the gist as they both nodded at me.

“My grandson wouldn’t get mad if I suddenly kidnapped his secretary, right?” she said with a shrug. My attention was taken back as I looked at her.

“Ha, I don’t think Achet—Sir will get mad,” I said, feeling a little nervous from confusing my words.

He had a visitor right now, so I was sure it would be impossible for him to call for me. Patriza would also probably stay inside his office the whole day today.

I once asked Achetbir what Patriza did all day in his office. He said that she would only watch TV inside his office and would then talk to him from time to time since he always made it look like he was busy. He also made sure that there was no monkey business happening in his office, and I trusted him.

A few minutes passed by as we finally arrived at the café Achetbir’s grandmother wanted. Just looking at the establishment in front of me, I could easily tell that only those with the most privilege could get in. We decided to go inside, and as I expected, the interior was even more extraordinary and pleasing to the eye as she sat down on one of the tables, unbothered by the decorations.

“What do you want, hija?” the old woman asked as she held the menu in her frail hands.

“Anything you would pick, madam,” I said.

The expression on her face changed into a wince as if she heard something she didn’t want to hear. She shook her head.

“Call me Grandma.”

My jaw dropped automatically.

“What?” I asked.

“Madam is too formal, and you’ve been working with my grandson as his secretary for almost three years now. You’re not too different anymore,” she explained.

I laughed nervously as I gulped my own saliva. It felt like I started sweating from her sudden words, followed by wanting to pee.

“Come on; say it,” she said excitedly.

I sighed as I saw such a huge, beaming smile on her face.

“Grandma,” I mumbled. 

As soon as I said those words, I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was a new feeling building in my chest. So, this was what it felt like to call your boyfriend’s grandmother "Grandma," the same way he did. My eyes landed on hers, and it looked like she was really pleased.

“Grandma,” I repeated, and this time when it came out of my mouth, I was comfortable. A smile crept into our faces, and she motioned to clap her hands together.

“That’s it, my grandchild. Perfect!” she exclaimed.

I was caught off guard when she called me her "grandchild" and coughed despite not drinking anything yet. The waiter and the old woman quickly became worried and gave me a glass of water to drink. As the cold water poured down my throat, I let out a sigh and put down the glass on the table.

“Are you okay, hija?” she asked, her forehead creasing as she was worried about my well-being.

“Y-yes,” I said.

Achetbir, your grandmother’s too much when she’s happy. It made me feel like I’d drop dead at any minute.

After a few minutes passed by, our orders finally came, and we had some random conversations. We talked about my sibling, who I was helping with his studies in the province, and Achetbir as my boss. If you asked me about her, it looked like Achetbir’s grandmother was quite a talker as she had a lot of stories to tell and topics to open up with. Our conversation went on and on.

After our small drinks, she sent me back to the office. We bid each other goodbye, and I thanked her for the opportunity. She was a lovely lady that I dreamed of having as a grandmother. I found myself being comfortable with her.

As I walked back to the company and to my department, it was then that I saw Patriza and Achetbir coming out of his office. He was eyeing me with such confusion on his face, followed by raising his eyebrow as if he were questioning why I had just returned.

Instead of answering him back, I lowered my gaze, bowing in front of them before heading back to my table. As I did so, I already felt my co-workers landing their gazes back on me, especially my two colleagues at the very end of the hallway.

“So, how did it go? How did the coffee taste? You didn’t get any takeout for us, did you?” Serah asked.

I bumped my forearm with hers, stopping her from talking. I motioned toward our boss Achetbir, who was looking in our direction—specifically, looking toward my direction with such a frightening look on his face. As she noticed whom I was referring to, Serah quickly fixed herself and went back to her workload.

I turned my gaze slightly to look at him. He was still eyeing me with such an icy cold look on his face. I bit my lower lip and lowered my eyes. He was probably questioning what he saw.

It was your grandmother who invited me for coffee, not some random guy, I thought in my head with a pouting expression on my face.

When I was about to go back to my work, still worrying about Achetbir’s thoughts, I heard my co-workers gasping as if they witnessed something phenomenal. I didn’t heed much attention to it until I felt Serah bumping my arm, pointing toward the direction of my boyfriend.

As I motioned to look, my eyes widened from shock, and an unwanted feeling crept to my chest.

Patriza was clinging on Achetbir’s neck, their lips connected together.

Heat rose through my head as my heart started to race from the inside. I clenched my fists, not able to bear what I was looking at.

You better fucking explain yourself to me, Achetbir.