Chapter 1

• Things are not going well inside the office.
• Mr. Hamilton's partners are not very diplomatic, but they maintain the right elegance when it comes to addressing him.
• Black Hamilton usually imposes himself before all the people who come to him, sometimes I do not know if what he imposes exactly is fear or respect, or both.
• I didn't join the company long ago but if something I've learned with the passage of these two weeks that I've been in his private office, is that real businesses are brought to discussion once the schedules of public functions end or once it begins to sunset.
• They've been in there for two and half hours. And it's the third time I've heard my boss's partner raise his voice. There's something wrong there. I try to approach the door, but then I decided not to. I keep my hand close to the mobile in case I have to call emergencies at any time.
• Sometimes these people truly scare me, I just hope they don't hurt him.
• Black gave me work, although he keeps himself with a huge cold demeanor and does not utter a single word about his private life, he treats me with a lot of seriousness and respect, but he keeps me working until late hours, even though the rest of the people in the company have already gone home, I can not move from my position.
• He recognizes my hard work by paying overtime, but to tell you the truth, I don't complain, I need this place. Working for him teaches me a lot about my career, besides it is something that allows me to be the economic pillar that my family needs in this difficult moment.
• "Fuck You, Hamilton!"
• The voice makes me jump and I quickly return both my eyes and hands to the keyboard, pretending that I'm working.
• The truth is I've finished my work an hour ago, but if I stayed it was also for the safety of my boss.
• He is a man who at his young age of thirty. Eight years older than me, has managed to make a great fortune and business with powerful people. An entrepreneur of all letters, although much is said about how quickly he amassed his fortune.
• Jack Robinson, a long-time business partner in the business, opens the door and leaves with his two companions, scary-looking behemoths, to the outside of the office.
• "See you later, Mr. Robinson." I greeted him with some fear.
• But they left completely ignoring me and I feel stupid for the gesture.
• That's been tense!
• Once, the secretary who accompanies me in the morning at the secretariat, told me that Robinson is a front-line thug who does not like Mr. Hamilton doing business with him. I don't know what they're gonna get at, but whatever it is, it's not working.
• I stand and walk to his office. They retreated without worrying about closing the door, so I take the audacity to approach, with my heart in a fist and the fear of finding me a pitiful scene.
• Luckily, they didn't hurt him. Apparently.
• He is sitting with his elbows on the desk with his hands holding his head as if it was going to explode at any moment. This gives me a huge fear. The powerful man whom everyone fears, whom everyone admires and respects, now seems distorted.
• A lot of things I've seen going on in here, but I'm not talking about anything, of course.
• Less of the scene I just witnessed.
• And I can't help it. "Are you all right, sir?" I ask by knocking on the door, on the other side.
• He sighs and says. "You can come in, Mina.'
• This hadn't happened before, but I obliged. I push the door open and go in. The night and the lights of the whole city enter through the huge window in his office.
• "Yes?" I ask, scared. His black hairs disheveled, the collar of his shirt is open and the cuffs of his white shirt are rolled up to his elbows. I've never seen him look like that before. He looks terribly tense and worried. "Do you need me to bring you a glass of water?" I asked softly.
• "Please," he says while massaging his neck.
• There is a small refrigerator in his office, to which I approach and take out a jug of fresh water. I place this and a glass on a silver fountain and bring it closer to his desk.
• He continues, massaging his nape with great discomfort.
• "Do you need anything else, Sir?" I ask, after bringing him things.
• If, anything builds fear in others towards Hamilton it's his tattoos. Many say he came from underground world, but I'm sure they say it because they can't stand seeing his hands and neck tattooed. The only visible parts under that suit. Now I also see his forearms tattooed and without his sack, the ink is transparent behind the fabric. His pectorals and back are also illustrated with body art.
• "Yes," he says, "I never thought I'd ask for this, but...hell, I got a strain in my neck. Could you help me with that?"
• Oh, my god!
• My heart beats against my chest to hear him say that. "Forget it, I'd better go to my house and take some sleeping pills with a whiskey." Taking a sip of the fresh water he continues. "Your face shows that you are surprised. Sorry, don't say I asked for that, please." He muttered.
• "No, no, sir. That's fine. I'm not good at massages, but tell me where... I've to push." I don't know at what point my tension ends up mutating to excitement. Fear and adrenaline mingle within me. I see him worried and I'd like to help.
• He looks at me with his green eyes and nodded as he points to the crease of his neck with his shoulder. "Please, there" He indicates me.
• I rub my hands to warm them a little so as not to touch him with cold hands. The heat soon takes over me. And I leaned my side to his executive chair.
• I place my hands on the fabric of his shirt and the contact leaves me ecstatic.
• "Wait," he says and open the first two buttons of his shirt. "Now. You can do it." He says and I did.
• I gently press, swallowing my nerves. And madly enjoying the contact with his skin, the sight of his disheveled hair and the tattoos invading his shoulders.
• "Mina..." He murmurs his voice appeared hoarse.
• "Yes... Sir?" I replied.
• "Can I trust you?"
• "You can trust me, sir."
• "Thanks. It is very difficult to have someone you trust nowadays. This makes me very tense and it is difficult to have anyone to ask for a favor." He said.
• "Ask me what you want, Mr. Hamilton." I replied.
• "You're amazing, I'll make it up to you. I'm exhausted with all this. And I need you to give me an assistance..." He says.
• "Oh!"
• "Can you keep a secret?" He asked.
• ***
• I arrived at the Hamilton office desperately looking for work.
• Taking care of my sick mother and little sister, it's not easy to get ahead. Mom's illness was never something we could foresee, but having to leave her work meant I had to go out and look for work.
• And I got it after an arduous journey through different offices where I offered my services as an advanced student in the Bachelor's degree in philology. I always wanted to work for the publishing world, so getting into a media agency was a real pass at first.
• But I didn't get the job in very good faith let's say. But on arrival, while waiting at reception, one of Black Hamilton's customers dropped a newly signed check for a million dollars. What I did was hand it over to my potential boss once I was sitting in front of his executive desk.
• He considered it a litmus test for my trust, I thought it as a contingency that God set before me to serve him and obtain this position as an intern.
• "Mina." He said to me after seeing my resume. "Your grades are great, but I need you full time. What time do you plan to study?"
• "I need the job, Mr. Hamilton. I can pause my studies long enough until I know I have a safe job." And boom! Second test of absolute confidence that he needed to know that I was willing to do anything to serve him and have a fixed economic income.
• "Okay," he nodded, leaving my heart in the clouds. "The job is yours as long as you promise me that you will graduate once you get the effective position and can take a leave to take your remaining subjects."
• Three months on trial and I'll be effective to graduate. The truth is that I have not abandoned my studies. Sometimes he saw me underlining notes from college, but he ignored it and continued on his way. I try to prove that I am efficient, while I can review the pending task to perform one of my last subjects in the race.
• You know I need this. You know two people depend on me. He also knows that my mother is sick and I'm crazy about her.
• All the elements that combine perfectly to obtain my absolute confidence, something that he obviously values a lot, considering the magnitude of the business that is baked in here which seems to keep him pretty busy.
• The point is I never thought that I would be able to make this work. Help him more than with a few papers or by serving him coffee, but a jug of fresh water or helping him with a strain in his neck.
• "You should see a physiotherapist." I said as I'm unable to contain the revolution of hormones that boils inside me while my hands caress his firm muscles and tattooed skin. He's very tense.
• "Does it bother you?" He asks.
• "It's not that... I just didn't want to accidentally hurt you."
• "Please, Mina. Keep doing it."
• And he opened a new button on his shirt that shows up to the middle of his abs, then another, and another one. Uncovering to the depth of his navel.
• I don't know what he's doing, but the normal work of a secretary doesn't involve this kind of intimacy.
• The point is, I'm worried!
• Black is someone who always looks very serious, almost angry. But in recent days his countenance has been worrying.
• Now it seems that the firm layer of ice and firmness begins to give way asking me to help him with the strain.
• The truth is that I have no knowledge of massage therapy at all, except when Mom asked me to massage her feet when she arrived from a hard day's work and I helped her with that, of course but now that her diabetes has advanced she must take extreme care.
• "Sir," I mutter, tolerating little silence. "I know I haven't told you before, but... Thank you."
• "Eh? For...what?" His voice is almost a purr. All it needs is for me to fall asleep here.
• "For the job. I needed it."
• "You do your work very well, Mina." He answers and continues. "Oh...there. Can it be closer to my shoulder blade?"
• For heaven's sake!
• My insides start to burn when he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and exposes his back covered in tattoos.
• I pushed my brown hair strand behind my ear to clear my field of vision. I don't know if this spectacle that my eyes have in front of me can be repeated another time.
• I rub my hands again and look for strain. I don't know how tense he is and how tight his muscles are with a firmness of dying now.
• His skin is also deliciously tanned by the sun. I know he is a person who loves to travel to the beach every opportunity, which should have no other reason than to show his tattoos, his perfectly built body and have a lot of girls drooling behind. It gives me a huge feeling of discomfort. I don't like to think of Black Hamilton with other women.
• Fame of him being a womanizer already rumors in the company, I do not know how real that can be. Attribute has.
• "Fuck, it's fantastic." He mutters.
• Well, it's not the first time I've heard him say a cuss word. "Where did you learn this?" He inquires.
• "I think you needed it, I'm worried about you being so busy, Mr. Hamilton. You know that helping is a pleasure for me."
• "If...?" He turns his gaze to the side, without looking directly at me. "Come Closer, Mina." He says.
• "More?" He mutters again as I move closer.
• A warm breath escapes from my mouth as the scene passes and several most important words come out of his mouth after my excuses.
• "Can you keep a secret?" He asks.
• "I insist, you can trust me." I answer.
• "What I need is to relax. Your massages are good, but they are not enough. Not what I require right now." He said calmly.
• "I... I'm sorry, sir. I'm not a professional." I stutter.
• "But you can still help." He mumbled.
• "Yes?" I reply instantly.
• "You want to help?" He asks again.
• "I want to be helpful, Sir." I said.
• "Mina." He mutters my name as his hand approaches mine and closes on my wrist. The touch electrifies everything inside me.
• "Do you dare to give me a blowjob right now?"