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I’ve been married a year. My husband never touched me. I got so h0rny I went to the doctor. But the next day, I found out my new boss is the one who examined me. Now he calls me to his office for a private meeting… ----------------- "Strip from the waist down and lie back." The man's voice was deep and commanding. Natasha Whittier's heart gave a violent jolt in her chest. She had no idea when or how she had developed this shameful, unspeakable condition. Whenever the urge hit, she just wanted to be fked. It did not matter if she was at the office or out in public. This constant, dripping arousal was completely ruining her life. Pushed to the breaking point, she finally bit the bullet and booked an appointment at this high-end private clinic. She picked it strictly for the ironclad privacy, even though the bill was insanely high. But she had specifically asked for the head of gynecology, a woman in her late forties. 'Why is the person examining me a tall, strapping male doctor?' she wondered. "Do I really have to take them off?" Natasha asked. She was a total wreck, her voice barely a whisper. The thought of exposing herself to a strange man, even a doctor, was unbearably awkward. Jared Rundell kept a deadpan expression. "How am I supposed to check you out if you stay dressed?" "But I just..." Natasha flushed a deep crimson, shifting uncomfortably. A surgical mask covered half his face, but his piercing eyes were intense and impossible to read. A sudden, filthy fantasy hijacked her brain. She pictured him slamming her down onto the exam table and fking her brains out right then and there. Natasha quickly shook her head, trying to snap out of it. 'Jesus Christ! What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about his c0k?' She took a deep breath to steady her racing pulse. 'He is just a doctor. He probably looks at dozens of w3t pvss1es every single day. This is literally just his nine-to-five.' Forcing herself to believe those excuses, she swallowed her pride, peeled off her pants and underwear, and lay back on the crinkly paper of the exam bed. "So, what exactly is bothering you?" Jared asked casually while prepping his sterilized tools. Natasha's cheeks burned like fire all over again. "My... my pvssi..." Seeing that she couldn't bring herself to say the actual word, Jared offered a blunt suggestion. "Rough s3x? Got a tear down there?" When young, hot women came into his GYN clinic, that was usually the culprit. To his surprise, Natasha shook her head, her cheeks still blazing. "No. I don't even have a s3x life." Jared froze. He turned to give her a shocked, lingering look. Natasha was a total knockout. She had flawless skin and delicate features, a perfect mix of pure innocence and raw s3x appeal. She was the kind of stunner a guy jerked off to after just one glance. 'A ten like her should have dudes lining up to date her. How the hel1 was she not getting laid?' he wondered. "I just... I feel really... weird... down there," she stammered, squirming under his heavy, dark stare. Jared's fingers gripped the swab a little tighter. He kept his cool on the outside, locking his eyes dead on hers. "Weird how?" Natasha went completely mute. She squeezed her eyes shut. 'How the hell do I even explain this?' "It's... well, it's just..." She bit down hard on her full lower lip, desperate to say it but completely stuck. Watching the deep cherry flush spread across her beautiful face, Jared swallowed hard. A heavy surge of heat pooled directly in his groin. He shoved the dirty thought aside and forced a professional tone. "Any idea what triggered it?" Natasha fumbled her words, utterly humiliated. "Well, it's... I..." She looked away, her heart pounding. 'How can I tell him I'm just insanely h0rny and aching for a hard c0k?' She had been married to her husband Percy Grosso for over a year, but he hadn't touched her once. As her physical urges grew stronger and more demanding, Percy had actually started avoiding her. He was terrified of her initiating anything sexual. Left with no other options, Natasha had been forced to take care of her own needs. But clearly, getting herself off wasn't cutting it anymore. She needed the real thing. She needed it hard and deep. Jared carefully watched her reactions. "Are you married?" Natasha nodded on instinct. For some inexplicable reason, a sharp wave of disappointment washed over him. Jared's eyes darkened a shade. "Just lie back and relax. Let me take a look." Natasha obediently leaned back. Her slender hands balled into tight fists by her sides. Her face felt like it was on fire. Jared stared intently at her, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate register. "Don't move." Natasha was already drowning in shame. 'Factoring in my hyper-sensitive, constantly aroused state, how could I possibly stay perfectly still while he intimately examines me?' "Is there any way I can get a female doctor?" she asked, thoroughly mortified. The look in Jared's eyes grew even more intense. "Are you dissatisfied with my care?" "No, that's not it at all," Natasha hurriedly tried to explain. Before she could finish, he cut her off with a cold, hard rejection. "You booked my time today. If you don't want to be treated, you can leave." Natasha suppressed a frustrated sigh. 'This guy is so aggressive and intense. I am definitely filing a complaint about his bedside manner later,' she promised herself. But her condition really couldn't wait any longer. She would just have to trust his medical expertise this one time. "I didn't mean anything by it," she pleaded softly. "Please, Doctor. You have to fix me." This was Jared's first time covering a shift at the clinic. He never expected a patient quite like this. Her specific condition was sensitive enough, but the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous made the situation a living hell. Having her spread out on his examination table felt like a direct assault on his self-control. "Save the chatter," he barked. His voice came out thick and gravelly as his Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He snapped on a pair of sleek latex gloves, picked up a sterile medical swab, and slowly parted her slick folds. Natasha squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks burning with absolute humiliation. 'Even my own husband has never seen me spread open like this.' Now she was baring her most intimate, dripping wet c0re for a complete stranger. Telling herself he was just a medical professional did nothing to ease the mental hurdle. "Ah!" A needy, w3t m0an slipped past her lips the second he touched her. The sound was incredibly sweet and drenched in pure lvst. A hard jolt of electricity shot straight to Jared's groin. His entire body pulled taut, and he slightly withdrew his fingers. "Did I hurt you?" Natasha looked up at him, her beautiful eyes clouded with a glassy, desperate haze. She parted her flushed lips but could not find the right words. Her brain knew she needed to hold back, but her body was completely starved. The pathetic, delicate way she looked up at him while leaking onto his table was enough to drive any man wild. "I'll be gentler," Jared said, his voice rough as he cleared his throat. "I will go gentler then." Jared cleared his throat roughly and forced his gaze away from her flushed face, focusing entirely on probing her sensitive flesh. When the intrusive exam finally ended, the withdrawal left Natasha feeling painfully hollow. Her clit throbbed, completely unsatisfied. "Doctor, is it really bad?" she asked, a noticeable tremble wrecking her voice. Jared ruthlessly reined in his raging erection and slowly peeled off the slick latex gloves. "You are dealing with severe pelvic congestion and a hormonal imbalance. "It is a direct result of chronic sexual deprivation." Natasha lowered her gaze, a flash of humiliation burning her pretty face. 'Deprived? Try nonexistent.' It was not just a lack of s3x; she was practically a v1rqin. Percy was a severe germaphobe. From their very first date to their wedding night, he rarely ever touched her. But the extreme deprivation only fueled her dirty cravings. It felt like every cell in her body was screaming out, absolutely desperate to be grabbed, fked, and filled. "I am prescribing some anti-inflammatory medication to help regulate your hormones." Jared sat down at his computer to type up the script. "But my professional advice is to go home and get laid. "Have your husband fk you on a regular basis, and your symptoms will clear right up." Natasha's face was already burning crimson. She slid her panties back on and climbed off the examination table. Taking the prescription slip from his hands, she murmured, "Thank you, Doctor." The exact moment she slipped out of the clinic, a female doctor in a white coat barged in through the back door. "Jared, did you seriously examine my patient behind my back?" Sharon Rundell snapped, furiously scolding her younger brother. Jared leaned back, completely unfazed. "Need I remind you I was always top of our class in med school, while you were forever stuck in second place? "Me giving your patients free pelvic exams is a blessing for them. Besides, I own this entire hospital now." "You arrogant bastard!" Sharon glared at him. He was totally twisting the logic to suit his ego. Still, she had to admit it was wildly out of character. Jared was notoriously a ruthless germaphobe who kept women at an icy distance. The fact that he willingly touched a female patient's intimate areas today was bizarre. "Since my help is clearly unappreciated, I will take my leave." Jared shoved one hand deep into his pocket, his dark, predatory gaze still locked onto the hallway where Natasha had just disappeared. "Where do you think you are going? I dragged you here today to meet the new cardiologist, Dr. Wayland." Sarah hurriedly stopped him, desperately trying to play matchmaker. "She is young, stunning, and absolutely brilliant. "She is the hottest catch in the hospital, and most importantly, she is single." "Maybe some other time." Jared brushed her off without a shred of interest and strolled right out the door. Chapter 2 Natasha snatched her prescription and practically sprinted out of the hospital. Her cheeks burned fiercely as her mind replayed the humiliating scene. A male doctor had just commanded her to strip off her panties and spread her legs for a highly intimate exam. She would absolutely die of shame if anyone found out. Biting her lip, she made a silent vow. 'Next time, I am demanding a female doctor. I will never let a strange man look between my legs ever again.' Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided to a stop right in front of her. Assuming it was her rideshare, Natasha leaned in and peered through the tinted glass. She expected a random driver but was instead met with a devastatingly handsome face. His sharp, chiseled jawline and piercing eyes were completely flawless. Their gaze locked for a split second, sending a jolt of recognition straight to her core. Her breath hitched in her throat. 'That intense stare. Is that the doctor who just had his fingers inside me?' A fresh wave of heat flooded her face and neck. Gripping her purse tightly, she cursed her luck. 'Of all the people to run into, why the hell is it him?' "Get in. I'll give you a ride," Jared ordered, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Natasha frantically shook her head and took a step back. "No, thanks. I'm perfectly fine." She crossed her arms defensively over her chest. 'I don't even know this guy. Why would I get into his car?' Not to mention the incredibly n@ked, vulnerable position he had just seen her in on that exam table. He was the absolute last man on earth she wanted to interact with right now. All she wanted to do was run for the hills and pretend they were total strangers if they ever crossed paths again. Jared narrowed his eyes and arched a single, arrogant eyebrow. A heavy, intensely dominant aura radiated from him. This was the very first time a woman had ever dared to turn him down. Natasha sensed his growing displeasure but stood her ground. "I really don't need a lift. My husband is on his way to pick me up right now," she blurted out, waving him off awkwardly. She made sure to put heavy emphasis on the word "husband." The underlying message was crystal clear. She belonged to another man. A faint, icy smirk curled the corner of Jared's sensual mouth. Without another word, he commanded his driver to pull away. Natasha finally exhaled a shaky breath as she watched the Bentley disappear down the street. But her temporary relief quickly gave way to deep anxiety as her mind drifted back to his blunt medical diagnosis. He had flatly told her that her bodily dysfunction was directly caused by her severe lack of a s3x life. The pills would only manage the symptoms. If she wanted to be completely cured, she needed to be properly fked by a man on a regular basis. Her husband, Percy, was flying back from a business trip tonight. She had to jump on this opportunity. Wasting no time, Natasha headed straight to the closest high-end lingerie boutique. She picked out a sheer, slvtty nightgown that Percy used to like, along with a heavy, seductive perfume designed to turn men on. Once back at their house, she pulled out a bottle of vintage red wine she had been saving for years. Her plan was incredibly simple. She would get Percy loose with a few drinks, wait until he was buzzed, and then drag him into bed. The glaring problem was Percy's extreme germaphobia and his deep aversion to physical intimacy. For the entire first year of their marriage, he had coldly rejected every single attempt she made to get him hard. The endless sexual frustration and rejection had taken a massive toll on her body and mind, ultimately triggering this humiliating condition. She had absolutely no choice but to play dirty. Stepping back to admire the dimly lit bedroom, Natasha realized just how terrified she actually was. This was the first time since their wedding night that she was actively plotting to seduce her own husband just to get laid. Her heart pounded relentlessly against her ribs. Trying to steady her shaking hands, Natasha poured herself a heavy glass of wine to take the edge off. *** Percy got back from his business trip at eight o'clock that night. A sharp click broke the silence as the pitch-black bedroom was instantly flooded with bright light. Natasha jerked on the mattress where she had been faking sleep. She fluttered her eyes open, her gaze instantly drawn to the towering, broad-shouldered silhouette filling the doorway. "You're home, baby," she purred. Tossing the heavy duvet aside, she scrambled out of bed and hurried over to him, her face lighting up with eager anticipation. Percy narrowed his eyes. He took a slow, sweeping look at her plunging burgundy negligee. The rich silk contrasted sharply with her creamy, porcelain skin, clinging tight to her curves and leaving absolutely nothing of her stacked, luscious body to the imagination. Paired with that innocent, doe-eyed face of hers, she looked like an absolute wet dream. As she closed the distance, a heavy wave of intoxicating perfume washed over him. The scent immediately triggered a hot, primal throb of male lvst low in his gut. There was no denying it; the woman standing right in front of him was dripping with s3x appeal. She was a flawless, mouthwatering mix of pure innocence and filthy temptation. Yet, she was definitely not his type. The fleeting flash of raw hunger in his eyes quickly vanished, instantly replaced by freezing detachment. Percy shoved her away on pure instinct. "I'm exhausted," he said. His blunt rejection felt like a bucket of ice water dumped over Natasha's burning excitement, but she refused to just give up. Her body was practically vibrating with need as she reminded herself, 'This heat inside me will not wait. I have to get fked tonight.' Besides, she had dressed like a complete slut and set up this entire romantic trap specifically for him. She absolutely was not going to back down now. "Come on, let me give you a hot massage," she offered in a soft, sultry voice, boldly reaching out to grip his muscular arm. "Don't bother." Percy ripped his arm out of her grasp with a look of utter disgust, brushing off his sleeve as if he had just been touched by absolute trash. Without another word, he marched straight toward the master bathroom. The moment he brushed past her, Natasha caught a very clear whiff of women's perfume. It smelled elegant and incredibly expensive. It definitely was not her signature scent. She froze in place, deep suspicion flashing through her eyes. 'Is he screwing someone else behind my back?' she wondered frantically. But then reason kicked in. Percy was constantly attending corporate dinners and networking events. Catching a stray scent from a random woman in a crowded room probably did not mean a thing. She took a deep breath to comfort herself, 'He is a massive germaphobe. He refuses to even touch his own wife. Why the hell would he put his hands on some random b1tch?' Shoving the paranoid thought aside, she walked over to the dresser to pour a heavy glass of red wine. She decided to stick to her original game plan: get him blind drunk first. Half an hour later, Percy finally stepped out of the steaming bathroom. He was wearing absolutely nothing but a plush white bathrobe. The belt was completely untied, putting his sculpted, rock-hard chest on full display. His tanned skin looked sinfully appetizing under the warm bedroom lights, naturally dragging her hungry gaze down to his thick, muscular thighs. Combined with his gorgeous, completely emotionally unavailable face, Natasha was mesmerized. Her mouth instantly went bone dry. Maybe it was because they had gone without s3x for so long, or maybe his constant rejection just made seeing him half-naked that much more of a turn-on. Her dirty imagination started running completely wild. Natasha swallowed hard, her eyes accidentally dropping past his deeply cut V-line to zero in on the heavy bulge resting right between his legs. A shiver went down her spine as she realized, 'Holy fk.' Her uncontrollable physical cravings were definitely getting stronger, making her core throb and ache with an agonizing need. "What the hell are you staring at?" Percy's voice snapped through the room, deep, harsh, and chilling. Natasha physically jumped, instantly snapped out of her h0rny daze. "Nothing," she lied, shaking her head frantically. She was terrified he would realize just how desperately wet she was for him and find her even more repulsive. Forcing a bright smile, she grabbed the glass of wine and confidently walked over to him. "Want a drink, babe?" She knew Percy always needed a stiff drink before bed. But tonight, he just stood there staring at her in dead silence. Natasha felt a sudden, sharp stab of panic. Her heart hammered in her chest as she panicked, 'Did he figure out exactly what I'm trying to do to him?' "Percy..." she purred, pressing her soft curves closer to his hard body in a desperate last-ditch effort. She was just about to push the liquor on him again when he suddenly turned his head, sweeping his eyes over her with a heavy, unreadable gaze. "It is late. Are you coming to bed or what?" he asked, his tone cool. A massive thrill of surprise shot straight through Natasha. She immediately assumed he meant he actually wanted to fk her. She slammed the wine glass down on the nearest nightstand. "Yeah, I am coming to bed right now." Bubbling with eager excitement, she reached out to crawl right onto the mattress. But before her fingertips could even brush his bare skin, Percy snatched her wrist in an iron grip. He raised a highly mocking eyebrow. "You didn't honestly think I was going to fk you tonight, did you?" Chapter 3 Natasha's face froze. Percy didn't miss the flash of profound disappointment in her eyes, but his expression remained icy. "Sorry. I've told you a million times. I'm a germaphobe." "But Percy, please. I..." Natasha pleaded, her voice thick with desperation. After a year of zero intimacy, her body was trapped in a state of agonizing hyperarousal. Her core throbbed relentlessly, demanding to be filled. She simply couldn't hold it back anymore. "Just do me this favor, baby. Please. I'm so wet it hurts." She bit her lower lip, staring up at him with pitiful, tear-filled eyes. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths. She craved c0k so badly. Her mind was utterly consumed by the need to get laid, spiraling entirely out of control. Percy's brow furrowed in deep disgust. He loathed the way she acted like a shameless slvt in front of him. "If you're really that h0rny, go find a way to get yourself off," he snapped. His cold, contemptuous words struck straight at the most vulnerable part of Natasha's heart. But Percy remained completely blind to the agonizing hurt painted across her face. He just offered a chilling warning. "And don't ever wear lingerie like that in front of me again." The desperate glimmer in Natasha's eyes instantly died, replaced by a suffocating wave of sorrow. Her own husband still refused to touch her. "I understand," she murmured, lowering her head. Her voice sounded entirely drained of life. "Another thing. Starting tonight, we're not sleeping in the same bed," Percy added, shooting her another look of pure revulsion. Natasha's head snapped up in shock. "Percy?" 'Is he actually moving out of our bedroom?' she thought, her heart sinking. "I'm taking the guest room. From now on, you are not to step foot in my space without permission." Having delivered his icy ultimatum, Percy got out of bed and walked out without a single backward glance. Natasha was left standing there in a daze while hot tears blurred her vision. They had been married for a year. The complete lack of s3x, coupled with Percy's glacial indifference, had driven her body into this feverish state of constant arousal. Yet Percy showed absolutely zero interest in satisfying her needs. Instead, he chose this exact moment to kick her out of his bed. For Natasha, it was a devastating blow. The faint warmth in the master bedroom vanished the second Percy left, leaving the air bitterly cold. But the scorching fire between Natasha's thighs didn't recede at all. In fact, it roared to life. Percy's cruel rejection stung her deeply, triggering an even fiercer wave of pure, physical lvst. She felt incredibly frustrated, her entire body wracked with a hollow, maddening ache. Biting back a whimper, a desperate thought crossed her mind. 'God, it hurts. I just want to be fked.' Her cheeks flushed feverishly hot. Unbidden, her memory flashed back to the clinic earlier today. She pictured herself lying on the examination table, spreading her legs for that male doctor. 'Oh my god!' Natasha instinctively shook her head. 'Why the hell am I thinking about him? 'I am a married woman. How could I catch myself getting off on the thought of another man? When did I become so brazen?' But then again, Percy refused to lay a finger on her. Being married to him was no different than being single. Try as she might, Natasha couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to Jared. She vividly remembered the moment at the hospital entrance when he offered her a ride. She had finally seen his full face without the surgical mask. He was drop dead gorgeous. Way hotter than Percy. A wicked fantasy slipped in. 'If only he could be the one to stretch me out.' Natasha slammed the brakes on her filthy thoughts. Even though Percy wouldn't touch her, she couldn't lvst after a stranger. It was basically emotional cheating. But her throbbing clit was completely out of her control. With trembling hands, she pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed her favorite vibrator. For the past year, whenever Percy rejected her and the aching need flared up, she had always rubbed herself out while picturing her husband. Tonight, however, felt dangerously different. As she pressed the buzzing toy against her soaking panties, the man filling her mind wasn't Percy. It was the hot doctor, Jared. *** It took Natasha a long time to come down from her 0rgasm. A faint trail of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth, her limbs feeling completely heavy and drained. Gasping for air, she knew she couldn't keep living like a frustrated nun. She scrambled out of bed, digging through her purse for the anxiety meds she had picked up from the clinic today. There was no water left in her room. Slipping a silk robe over her n@ked shoulders, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to take her pills. Passing by Percy's bedroom, she stopped dead in her tracks at a suspicious, muffled groan. Natasha was no innocent virqin. She knew exactly what those low, guttural grunts meant. She immediately peeked through the crack of his door. In the dim light, Percy sat on the edge of his bed, his fist pumping his hard c0k as he stared at a photograph. His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice rough and thick with lvst. "Fk, Joelle. You're my wife. I only want you... I only love you..." A loud ringing exploded in Natasha's ears. Her eyes widened in absolute shock. Her stomach dropped. 'Joelle? she thought, feeling sick. Roxanne's daughter? The golden heiress of the Whittier family?' Her father, Bernard, had essentially lived a double life. His legal wife, Roxanne, had Joelle Whittier. His longtime mistress, Sandra Gideon, gave birth to a son, Collin Whittier, and a daughter, Natasha. Since Collin was the only male heir to the Whittier empire, Roxanne legally adopted him right after birth. Natasha, the unwanted bastard daughter, was left behind to grow up with Sandra. But growing up, Sandra Gideon never showed Natasha any affection. But even her own mother despised her. Sandra clearly favored Collin and kissed ass to Roxanne's daughter, Joelle, far more than she cared for her own flesh and blood. Sandra didn't give a sh1t about Natasha's marriage, leaving the arrangement entirely up to Bernard and Roxanne. Before marrying Percy, Natasha had done some quiet digging. She only agreed to the wedding after confirming he was in love with "the Whittier girl." Back then, she foolishly assumed he meant her. Now she realized what a pathetic joke that was. Tears pricked her eyes. 'The woman he's obsessed with is my older half-sister,' she realized with a sickening jolt. Percy was an illegitimate son himself, a bastard whose social standing wasn't nearly high enough to marry a true socialite like Joelle. So, he settled for the next best thing and chose her instead. Ever since the wedding, Percy refused to fk her, claiming he was a severe germaphobe. And Natasha had actually bought his bullsh1t. Only now did she realize how incredibly naive she had been. He would rather jerk off in the dark than lay a single finger on her. Her nails dug into her palms. 'He is saving his d1ck for Joelle,' she thought bitterly. Growing up, everyone in the Whittier household worshipped Joelle. Her father treated her like a princess. Both Roxanne and Sandra treated her like absolute royalty. Natasha was always the extra baggage, the one nobody wanted. She honestly thought getting married would be her fresh start. She never imagined Percy was secretly lvsting after her sister, too. A bitter wave of irony washed over Natasha. Hearing Percy m0an Joelle's name over and over again felt like a series of vicious slaps across her face. In a daze, her mind drifted back to all the times Percy visited the Whittier estate before their wedding. Back then, he was gentle, patient, the perfect gentleman. Every time he came over, he brought her thoughtful gifts. That was exactly why she had fallen for him. But now the ugly truth was staring her right in the face. He never came to the estate for her. He was only there to see Joelle. Chapter 4 It was a sleepless night. The deep, throbbing ache between her thighs and the heavy emotional blow Natasha had taken made catching any real rest impossible. Thankfully, she still managed to make it to work on time the next morning. But the moment Natasha stepped into the office, she could tell the vibe was completely off. "We are getting a brand new CEO today. Just parachuting right in," her work bestie Dorothy Stetson whispered, dropping the massive news. So that was it. A massive corporate shakeup. No wonder every single woman in the bullpen had a compact mirror out and was frantically touching up her lipstick and pulling down her cleavage. "Natasha, what the hell are you doing? Hurry up and get ready!" Dorothy scolded. Seeing Natasha's utter lack of enthusiasm, she grabbed her arm and shoved her into a rolling chair. "Your makeup is way too plain. Let me s3x you up a bit." Natasha quickly dodged the makeup brush and brushed off the panic. "What does a new CEO have to do with me? I have a mountain of paperwork to get through." Ever since college graduation, Roxanne had banished her to this dead-end subsidiary. The official excuse was that she needed outside corporate experience. The harsh reality was that the b1tch was keeping her as far away from the family empire, Whittier Group, as humanly possible. The main company was strictly reserved for her older half-siblings, Collin and Joelle, to inherit. As the unwelcome bastard daughter born to her father's mistress, Natasha was never going to get a seat at the big boys' table. It did not matter that she had always been at the top of her class, working twice as hard as her spoiled siblings. She was not the golden boy Collin, nor was she the pampered princess Joelle. So the second she got her degree, she was shut out of the family legacy. And her own mother Sandra, passive and weak as always, had not uttered a single word in her defense. Natasha was used to it. After a lifetime of eating sh1t, she had learned to simply adapt. Roxanne hated when she stood out, and Sandra would never fight for her. For the past two years, she had kept her head down, quietly working as an invisible, low-level clerk. She didn't fight for recognition. She avoided any potential conflicts of interest with Collin and Joelle. She was not gunning for a promotion, and she did not give a d@mn about a raise. Therefore, the arrival of some hotshot executive meant absolutely nothing to her. Dorothy pushed her firmly back into her seat and looked at her like she was insane. "You hear a new CEO is coming and you literally do not care? Do you have a pulse? "Every man and woman in this building is busting their ass right now to look fkable, hoping to catch his eye on day one. "I know you are naturally gorgeous with killer bone structure, but you cannot just let yourself go! "I did some digging. Word is the new boss is young, filthy rich, and incredibly hot. It definitely would not hurt to spread our legs a little if it gets us on his good side." Natasha felt a headache coming on. "Then you make yourself look pretty. I seriously don't need this, Dorothy. I have work to do." But Dorothy held her in place. "Look, if he doesn't want to screw me, maybe he will want you! I have finally figured out corporate here. Hard work and talent are bullshit. "Having a powerful man backing you up and slipping into your bed is the real key to survival. If the new CEO wants to fk us, no one in this hellhole will ever dare mess with us again." By ten o'clock, the ground floor lobby was absolutely packed. Everyone stood at attention, craning their necks toward the glass entrance, waiting for the VIP to arrive. Dorothy had ruthlessly elbowed her way through the crowd, dragging Natasha right to the front row. "We are way too close," Natasha muttered. She was just about to step back into the safety of the crowd when the new CEO finally made his entrance. A fleet of black SUVs flanked a sleek, ultra-luxurious Rolls-Royce, rolling to a smooth stop right outside the building. The heavy car door swung open, and a man stepped out. He was dressed in a razor-sharp tailored suit, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. His frame was imposing, radiating a dominant, primal alpha energy that commanded instant submission. Flanked by a dozen intimidating bodyguards, he strode into the lobby like a king claiming his territory. The sheer display of raw masculinity was breathtaking. Every single person in the lobby stood frozen, completely captivated and deeply intimidated by the unapologetic aura rolling off of him. Instinctively, Natasha lifted her gaze to look at the man. The moment she did, her breath caught in her throat and her core clenched. Her eyes widened in absolute shock, her face locked in an expression of pure disbelief. 'How the hell is it him?' The newly appointed CEO was the exact same doctor who had examined her n@ked body at the hospital. Her mind reeled as she stared. 'How the hell is this possible? Isn't he a doctor?' Natasha was half convinced she was hallucinating. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, desperately trying to clear her vision. But when she opened her eyes again, the man had actually stopped walking. He was standing directly in front of her. Natasha's lungs completely forgot how to take in air. She watched helplessly as Jared slowly turned his head, his predatory gaze locking onto hers. At this distance, there was zero chance she was mistaken. The flawlessly chiseled jaw, the intense features. It was the undeniable star of the filthy, dripping wet fantasies that had kept her fingering herself and tossing all night. Her heart hammered against her ribs. 'It really is him. Oh my God. How is this happening?' Natasha's mind completely short-circuited, a loud, chaotic ringing echoing in her ears as the reality of the situation crashed down on her. Jared let his gaze drag over her body for barely a few seconds before looking away. He acted ice cold, totally indifferent, looking at her like she was just another nameless stranger. The rest of the staff finally snapped out of their collective trance, practically chanting in unison. "Good morning, Mr. Rundell." Watching his broad, muscular back disappear into the private executive elevator, Natasha felt her stomach drop completely. She pinched her own arm hard and winced at the sharp sting. 'Fk, that hurts. Definitely not a dream then.' Desperate for a way out, she clung to a shred of naive hope. 'Maybe there is another explanation. Maybe this new billionaire boss just happens to be a dead ringer for that insanely hot doctor. 'They have to be two totally different guys.' Dorothy, tugged on her sleeve with eyes full of suspicion. "Natasha, do you know the big boss?" Snapping back to reality, Natasha blinked. "What?" Dorothy leaned in, her eyes shining with absolute gossip. "I totally saw him stop and check you out just now. Do you think he wants to date you?" Natasha scoffed nervously. "Are you insane? You are definitely seeing things." Without waiting for a response, Natasha bolted for the ladies room. She cranked the faucet and splashed freezing water over her flushed cheeks, desperate to cool down her heated skin and get a grip. Back in the hallway, Dorothy stood frozen in confusion, muttering to herself. 'Did I seriously just imagine that?' *** By the time Natasha dragged herself back to the bullpen, the entire floor was already buzzing with juicy rumors about the new CEO. "Did you guys hear?" one of the girls gossiped loudly. "His mom is the Chief of Staff over at St. Joseph's Hospital, and his dad is that scary four star general you see on the news all the time. "He grew up on military bases, then went off to an Ivy League school and got dual master degrees in Medicine and Finance. "Word is he was supposed to take over his mom's hospital. God knows why he suddenly decided to run our corporate office instead." Natasha listened to the chatter, her blood turning to ice. The St. Joseph's Hospital was the exact same clinic she had gone to for her incredibly invasive, toe curling gynecological exam. So his mother ran the place, and he had a medical background. Gripping her desk, she panicked. 'I am so unbelievably fked.' All the evidence pointed to one terrifying truth. He really was the doctor who had his gloved fingers buried deep inside her slick wetness that day. It was her absolute worst nightmare coming to life. After that humiliating and highly arousing exam, she had sworn to stay off his radar forever. 'How could I have guessed he would drop out of the sky and become my boss?' Taking a deep breath, she tried to rationalize the situation. 'Well, at least he is the CEO at the very top of the food chain. 'I am just a nobody sitting in a cubicle. Our paths will literally never cross.' Barely a second after she managed to soothe her racing heart, her manager, Frank Hammers, marched over. "Natasha," he barked loudly. "The boss wants you in his private office. Right now." Natasha felt her eye twitch. The entire floor went dead silent. Every single colleague snapped their heads around to stare at her in pure, unadulterated shock. She sucked in a sharp, ragged breath, her heart plummeting straight into her shoes. Trembling slightly, she accepted her fate. 'Sh1t. I really cannot escape him, can I?'

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