Chapter 4

Dalia

L ev’s powerful body is on top of me, muscles flexing as he drives his thick cock into my eager pussy over and over. Each thrust is deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through me. His hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as he claims me completely.

"Call me sir," he growls, his voice dripping with lust and dominance.

"Yes, sir ," I moan.

The way he commands me, the sheer power in his movements, it’s intoxicating. His cock fills me perfectly, and my body is overcome with pleasure. I’m getting closer to the edge, I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me, ready to snap. He leans down, his breath hot against my ear.

"Come for me," he says, his voice a low, sexy growl.

Just as I’m about to lose myself in the fantasy, a loud horn honks, jolting me back to reality. I blink, shaking my head to clear the haze of arousal.

The real world comes rushing back.

I snap back into the moment, finding myself stopped at a red light in downtown Chicago. It has turned green and I give a little wave to the annoyed driver who honked at me, watching him speed past with a scowl on his face.

As I continue driving, I can’t help but notice how well the car seems to run—it’s better than ever. A grin spreads across my face as I remember the mechanic who’d been so rude to me when I first entered the shop. When I picked up my car the other day, however, he’d been meek and apologetic, practically tripping over himself to make sure everything was perfect.

Lev, whoever he is, sure has a way of putting the fear of God into people. And damn, am I grateful for it. The thought of him brings a warm flush to my cheeks, but I shake it off. Time to focus on the road ahead, both literally and figuratively.

With my car purring like a kitten and the city stretching out before me, I feel a surge of confidence.

I drive through the bustling streets, passing the towering skyscraper of Ivanov Holdings—the company where I’d interviewed. The interview had gone well, I think, but Bailey failed to mention that the position was for the personal assistant to the COO. That’s a far cry from the administrative role I’d expected.

It'd be a hell of an upgrade for my career, but the thought of working directly for one of the bosses of that enormous skyscraper is more than a little daunting.

The interviewer’s comments about how demanding Mr. Ivanov could be had been enough to give me pause.

Still, the challenge intrigues me.

I glance up at the impressive building, its glass facade reflecting the late morning sun, and wonder what it would be like to work in such a place.

It’s been a few days now since I interviewed and I haven’t heard anything. I can’t help but wonder if they decided I’m not suitable for the role and went with someone else. Screw them if they can’t see my potential. Still, I’m determined to make my own way.

At least I’ve got Lev’s money for some breathing room. I came here to Chicago to make it, and that’s what I’m going to do.Last thing I want is to go back home to Rhode Island.

I park in front of the charming brick walk-up I’ve rented for the month, thanks to Lev’s cash. I step out and stretch as I take in the quiet neighborhood.After a minute I grab my bag and head inside, ready to kick back and figure out my next move.

I step into my temporary apartment, a charming and cozy one-bedroom that feels like a perfect little retreat. The living room has a comfy couch and a small but cute kitchen area. It's not much, but it's all mine for now.

Just as I’m about to toss my purse on the couch, my phone rings. I quickly grab it, hoping it’s Ivanov Holdings, but no such luck. It’s Mom and Dad.

“Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad,” I answer, trying to sound upbeat.

“Hi, sweetie,” my mom’s warm voice comes through. “How are you doing? How’s the new place?”

“Hey, kiddo,” my dad adds, his tone a bit sterner. “Everything okay over there?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” I reply, walking over to the window and looking out. “The new place is nice. Cozy. Just getting settled in.”

“How are things after... everything with Chad?” my mom asks gently.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “It’s been a whirlwind, but I’m managing. You know, taking things one day at a time.”

“Have you heard back from that company yet?” my dad asks, an edge of expectation in his voice.

“Not yet,” I reply.

“Well, get your resume out there. Don’t just sit around waiting for someone to reach out,” he instructs, a hint of his Egyptian accent surfacing.

“Dad, I’m on it,” I say, suppressing a sigh. “I’ve got a few more places in mind.”

“Good. You need to keep pushing,” he continues. “Don’t ever stop.”

“Have you met anyone new, or not ready for dating yet?” my mom asks, her voice softer, more encouraging.

I grin, unable to resist. “Actually, I did meet a nice guy the other day.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” my mom exclaims, sounding genuinely happy. “Tell us more!”

“Nothing much to tell yet, it was just an unexpected date with a nice guy I met at the auto shop.”

Nice is the last word I’d use to describe Lev. But what the hell was I supposed to say, that he ordered me to call him ‘sir’ and I happily obliged?

“Is he worthy of you?” my father asks.

“Dad, it was just dinner,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Nothing serious.”

My mom is thrilled. “I’m glad you’re getting your toe back in the water, sweetie. It’s good for you.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I say, appreciating her support. “I’m just taking things slow and seeing where they go.”

My dad grumbles something under his breath, but I know he’s just worried about me. They both want what’s best for me, even if they have different ideas about what that looks like.

My father clears his throat. “There’s still another option, you know, if you can stop being stubborn and consider it.”

I sigh, already knowing where this is headed. “Dad, it’s not going to happen.”

“It’s a good plan,” he insists. “You move back in with us, and we’ll pay your way while you look for a job. In the meantime, I can set you up with a suitable man.”

I can picture his hopeful expression through the phone. “A suitable man? Do you have someone in mind?” I cringe. I know I’m opening a can of worms.

“Ahmed. He’s a doctor, a very respected Dermatologist,” he says, sounding a bit too pleased with himself.

“Dad arranged marriages aren’t really a thing here in America,” I reply, rolling my eyes again, glad he can’t see me. “I appreciate the thought, but I need to do this on my own.”

“It’s not an arranged marriage.” Dad’s quick to dispute me. “You meet him, you see how it goes. You ask me, it’s a win-win if we approve of him, and Ahmed’s family approves of you. That’s ninety percent of it.”

“Dalia, it’s just an introduction. You don’t have to marry him tomorrow,” my mom chimes in, trying to smooth things over.

“I know, Mom. But I need to figure things out for myself.”

“You’re so stubborn,” my dad mutters. “Ahmed’s not going to stay single forever, men like him never do.”

“If I’m stubborn, I get it from you,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Look, I’ll be fine. Just give me some time.”

“Alright, alright,” he concedes. I can hear the concern in his voice. “Just know we’re here for you.”

“I know. Thanks, guys. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Be safe,” my dad adds, still sounding a bit gruff.

“I will.”

“Take care, sweetie,” my mom says warmly.

I feel more grounded after the call. I sigh, knowing my father is right—not about the Ahmed thing, but about how I need to keep pushing, keep applying to places. Deciding to relax a bit before spending the rest of the day looking for a job, a fantasy with Lev flashes in my head again.

With a naughty smile, I decide to unwind.

I draw a bath, the sound of the water filling the tub instantly soothing my frazzled nerves. As the steam rises, I slip out of my clothes and step into the hot water, letting out a contented sigh as the warmth envelops me. Leaning back, I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

Lev’s image comes into focus and I feel a rush of excitement. My body reacts to the thought of him, and I can't help but grin. Reaching for my wand, I turn it on, the vibrations immediately sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

Settling back into the tub, I close my eyes and let the fantasy take over. In my mind, Lev’s powerful body hovers over mine, his hands exploring every inch of me. The thought makes my heart race, and I press the wand against my clit, the sensation making me gasp.

“Beg for it,” I imagine him growling, his voice commanding and rough.

“Please, sir,” I whisper to the empty bathroom, my voice trembling with need. The vibrations from the wand mix with the heat of the water, creating a whirlwind of pleasure.

In the fantasy, Lev's hand comes down on my ass a few times, the combination of the sting and pleasure perfect. His deep voice fills my mind with dirty talk, each word making me hotter, more desperate.

"You're such a good girl, taking your punishment so well," he says, his hand coming down on my bottom again. "Does that feel good? Do you like it when I spank you?"

"Yes, sir," I moan, the words spilling out as I imagine his commanding presence.

"Beg for my cock," he demands, his voice rough and insistent. "Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, sir, I need your cock," I whisper, my breath hitching. "I want you to fuck me so badly."

"Good girl," he purrs. "I love hearing you beg. You're going to come so hard for me."

His words, combined with the sensation of the wand, drive me to the brink. Just as I'm about to lose control, my phone rings.

My first instinct is to turn it off and finish my fun, but then I see the words "Ivanov Holdings" flash on the screen. I freeze, torn between the intense pleasure coursing through my body and the potential life-changing opportunity calling me.

I sigh and set the wand aside before answering the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Dalia?” a professional voice asks.

“Yes, this is she,” I reply, trying to steady my breath.

“This is Melissa Barnes from Ivanov Holdings HR. I’m following up on your interview.”

My heart skips a beat. “Yes, of course.”

“I’m pleased to inform you we’ve finished vetting the applicants and we’ve selected you for the position. Can you start on Monday?”

I blink in disbelief. “Wait, really? Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Melissa confirms with a smile in her voice. “Mr. Ivanov was very impressed with your qualifications. Are you able to start on Monday?”

Hell yes.