TILL DEBT DO US APART

Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she approached the door to the receptionist.

"I need to see Mr. Mike Richard," She said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.

The receptionist didn't even look up. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No," Cynthia replied, her voice firm. "But I can't leave until I see him...it's urgent".

Without another word, she turned and made her way past the desk, her heart pounding.

This was Cynthia's last chance, or she would be sent to jail just like the lawyer had told her over the phone....She had no luxury of choices again.

Cynthia has been a 9-5 worker in a restaurant, and her salary of $30 could not even pay all her bills, not to talk more about making up for her late father's debt.

No good job, No money, just her father's mess she had to clean up.

She is her parent's first fruit, so the desperation felt like a weight on her chest, and she could barely breathe when the elevator stopped.

When the elevator opened, she walked towards the large office at the end of the hall, knowing this was it. Without Knocking, Cynthia pushed the door open.

And froze...

"Yh..urghh Oh Yh...fuck fuck" Loud moaning came from a lady who was being held on the neck while being tucked.

And the man fucking her, she had only seen in headlines and photos, the heir to Richie's 5-star hotel, Mike Richard, was standing there, but it wasn't the cold, calculating billionaire she expected to see.

He was shirtless, his trousers on his knees...he was naked! And on his desk was a light-skinned skinny lady, with her two legs spread wide open in front of him naked too.

The boss, Mike, was still roughly banging her, not aware of the surprised Cynthia standing at the door.

Her boobs were swaying up and down in unison with the rapid and rough banging inside her.

Cynthia froze, horror and embarrassment flooding her chest.

"Oh my God!" She gasped immediately, slamming the door shut behind her.

The woman turned to the door, her voice loud. "Looks like you've got another groupie..huh" she said with her fingers running along his chest.

"Fuck,yh...out!" Mike moaned out loud after releasing the thickest cum inside her and pulling out.

He threw her dress and a bundle of dollar notes on her.

The woman pouted but obeyed. She wore her skimpy dress and grabbed her purse and the money, "Whatever" she said as she walked out of the room, giving Cynthia a disdainful stare.

"Nice to meet you, sugar," she smirked, popping her gum again before walking out.

Cynthia stared at her in disgust till a voice interrupted her.

"Come in!" Mike shouted inside his office.

She shut the door behind her and immediately walked inside.

He turned to face her, his shirt halfway buttoned, leaving his chef exposed. He kept his posture casual as if nothing unusual had just happened.

"You've got 10 seconds to tell me who you are and why you barged into my office," he said with his voice laced with

irritation.