Page 5 of Ruthless Lullaby

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What the hell?

I frown and check the address I sent the email to:“[email protected]”.

The address should have been “[email protected]”.

My eyes suddenly widen as the realization hits me like a shockwave.

Oh.

My.

Fuck.

No. It can’t be. What have I done… Instead of my fiancé, I sent the whole freaking lot to my boss!

Oh, God…

My tits, my pussy, my entire naked body, and my ever-so-loud orgasm. All because he happens to have the same initials as Maurice.

No!

Panic courses through me as I frantically search for the ‘Undo’ button, but it’s nowhere to be found. Where is it? How could it have disappeared? My mind races, trying to come up with a solution, but all I can think of is the disaster that awaits me.

The subject of my dirty fantasies, Maron Korolev, with his piercing gaze and seductive swagger, will see me naked. But worse still, he will see the jagged scar on my stomach. And as if that wasn't enough, he’ll alsohearme orgasm as my cries echo through the room like the braying of a wild donkey.Maybe he’s already checking the damn email!

Oh God!

What have you done, Mindy???

Shit. This has to be the worst day of my life. How can this be happening? Wait, did I say his name while I was having my orgasm?

If so, my life is over.

I hover my finger over the video just to check—

Then my hand stops. Check what? Does it matter if I whispered his name or anybody else's? It doesn't matter. My life is over either way!

I can’t believe what just happened. I am still shaking from the realization. What the hell do I do now? Perhaps I should call him and say, “Mr. Korolev, please ignore the naked photos and the amateur porn video - you know, the one where I'm pleasuring myself and orgasming like a horny schoolgirl. Those files were intended for someone else. And sorry for thinking about you while masturbating, I know it is highly unprofessional!”

Scratch that. It’s a ridiculous idea.

My best hope is that my email gets lost in the sea of emails he receives every day. Which is unlikely, knowing Maron Korolev’s strict and controlling nature. But then again, he’s the CEO. He gets thousands, if not tens of thousands of emails every day. Not even his team of assistants can go through all that. And since I’ve sent this from my private email address, maybe it got marked as spam and never made it to his inbox.

Maybe he’ll never find out…

With shaking hands, I frantically check the email again. I’m not sure what I'm hoping for. But what I see almost makes me lose my remaining balance and pass out. Besides Maron Korolev’s email address, there is a long list of other addresses pulling up. That’s right. Maron Korolev is an important man. And because of that, the emails he receives automatically get forwarded to a number of other addresses within the company, for the sake of corporate efficiency. In layman’s terms, I'd sent the freaking email to multiple important people within thecompany. Maron’s entire fucking management team, that is. With all the attachments, of course.

How?

How could I have been such an idiot?

Mother Earth, please open up and swallow me whole!

The buzzing of my phone stops my increasingly terrifying train of thought. I cringe, expecting it to be Maron Korolev, firing me on the spot.Instead, it's a text from Maurice."Sorry, babe, I'm running behind schedule. Will be with you as soon as I can.”

Chapter Three

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