Roxy’s POV

I had barely taken two steps into my office building when a text came in.

TODD: Come to my office. Now.

My stomach sank. No “good morning,” no “please.” Just cold, clipped letters that made my pulse stutter. I tightened my grip on my handbag, straightened my coat, and walked through the reception.

When I got to my floor, the usual hum of computers and ringing phones didn’t greet me. Instead, the whole place felt… silent. Too still.

People were typing, sure, but no one looked at me. No “Hey Roxy.” Not even a single nod.

Even Josh avoided my eyes. He usually smiled.

I tightened my grip on my coffee and walked faster.

When I opened the door to Mr. Todd’s office, he was sitting behind his desk with a folder in his hand and a coffee mug on his table.

A sinking feeling dropped from my chest into my belly.

“Close the door,” he said.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

His lips thinned. “Close the door, Roxy.” His tone was serious and urgent.

I closed the door and stepped inside, my stomach twisted as I did.

My heart pounded like a drum in my ears. “Is something wrong?”

He held out an envelope, my hands trembled as I took it from him.

‘Termination of Employment – Effective Immediately. Reason: Company Restructuring.’

“This is a joke, right?”

“It’s not. It’s all in there. Your termination is effective immediately. You’ll get a severance package—small, given your visa situation. HR has your final paycheck downstairs.”

My voice cracked. “Todd, my visa—”

“—has expired.” He cut in, his voice cool, polished, utterly indifferent. “Which makes this simpler. You can’t legally work here anymore.”

My chest tightened. “You said—” I swallowed the bile rising up my throat. “You said you’d give me more time. You knew I was trying to renew it.”

He finally looked up and smiled. That familiar, slimy smile I hated. “Plans change.”

“You know this is more than a job to me!” My voice shot up. “It’s the only thing standing between me and getting deported! How do you expect me to renew my visa now?”

He sipped his coffee. “Go back to your country.”

He said, the words devoid of any empathy.

I stood there, shaking, rage crawling up my spine. “Is this because I refused to sleep with you?” I glared at him.

The evil smile on his face didn’t falter. But the pause in his hand gave me everything I needed to know.

“You’re insane,” he muttered. “Watch your mouth!” He whispered, his eyes wandering to the glass door behind me.

“No,” I snapped. “You watch yours. You think I forgot the day you followed me into the storage room and tried to touch me? Or when you brushed against my hip like it was some kind of accident? Or how you started cutting my hours the minute I told you I wasn’t interested in sleeping with you?”

He leaned back, folding his arms like this was all beneath him. “If I were you, I’d be careful with accusations like that.”

“And if I were you, I’d lawyer up,” I shot back. “Because I’m done keeping quiet.”

He stood up now, slowly and deliberate, his fake politeness melting away. “Let me remind you, Miss… whatever your last name is…” he paused then his eyes lit up, “right. Rodriguez.” He said the name like filth. “You’ve overstayed your visa. Legally, you’re not supposed to be here unless you have a job. So unless you plan on reporting yourself to immigration, I suggest you take that envelope and get the hell out of my building.”

“You bastard!” My voice cracked. “I worked overtime without pay, covered for sick staff, fixed your damn calendar—”

“—and yet you refused to do the one thing that might’ve saved your job,” he said, his voice now low and venomous. “Actions have consequences, sweetheart.”

I nearly slapped him, my hand twitched at my side, curling into a fist, but I forced it down.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re unemployed.”

For a moment, I stood there breathing like I’d just run a marathon. My fingers were numb around the termination letter. My throat was dry and my vision blurred with hot tears but I refused to let them fall in front of him.

“Get out,” he yelled.

“I hope they bury your name in lawsuits,” I spat bitterly, turning for the door.

He chuckled. “With what evidence? You’ve got no visa, no job, and no credibility. Who do you think they’ll believe?”

My jaw clenched so hard it ached.

“You’re a coward,” I said.

He leaned in slightly, like he wanted to intimidate me. “And you’re finished.”

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Later that evening…

I took a huge gulp from my beer and sighed as I dropped the cup down on the counter.

I wasn’t supposed to be wearing a vibrator plug, or be in the middle of an elite bar that I could only pay for by drowning out my savings.

But this was the only way I knew, I didn’t want to feel anything else, not the ache in my chest or the fog in my head. I just wanted that quiet hum deep inside me. I knew it was stupid and destructive. But I needed something—anything, to hold onto.

I sat on the barstool with my legs crossed, wearing a dress that was way too short and had a plunging neckline that caused men to double stare anytime I passed. One of my hands wrapped tight around the cold beer, while the other was gripping the edge of the counter.

The vibrator plug pulsed and my thighs clenched instantly. I swallowed, glancing around to see if anyone noticed my reaction.

“Are you okay?” the bartender asked, looking at me over the rim of a glass he had been trying to wipe clean for minutes.

“Yeah.” I tried to make my voice sound normal, but it was flat. My body flinched again as the damn thing buzzed harder inside my pussy.

His eyebrows lifted, but he didn’t say anything, he looked away from me and continued wiping the glass.

I stared straight ahead, trying to act like everything was fine, like my body wasn’t betraying me in the middle of a crowded bar. I brought the beer to my lips and took another long gulp, praying it would drown out the tension crawling up my spine.

I turned my head, letting my eyes wander, to the left side of the bar, and then to the right. It stopped on a familiar figure.

The man from two days ago. He was staring right back at me. He looked as handsome as he did the last time.

He smiled. I could see his eyes lighting up. He dropped his wine glass on the table, straightened his navy blue jacket and started walking towards me.

I quickly turned my head away and stared straight ahead at the drink display in front of me.

“Hey,” he said once he was by my side.

I froze. But my body lit up the second he got close. The heat in his voice, the scent of his cologne, it all hit me all at once.

“Hello,” he said again, but I didn’t respond.

He stretched his hand and touched my arm just at the same time as my vibrator buzzed again.

I gasped from his touch, turning my head to him.

One of his eyebrows arched, and he smirked as if he knew what was going on.

“You forgot this.” He said and slid something across the bar.

My breath caught. “Where did you—?”

“You left it when you ran off,” he said, my name rolled off his tongue so smoothly.

I snatched it, my fingers trembling. “Thanks.” I said and started to get up.

He caught my wrist before I could walk away. “I see your visa’s expiring,” he said quietly.

I froze.

“Yeah,” I muttered, my lips curling downwards in a frown.

“I can get you one.” He said.

I stared at him. “A visa?”

“A job.” He leaned closer. “Isn’t that what you need to renew your visa?”

I swallowed. “What kind of job?”

His lips curved into something between a smirk and a challenge. “It’s simple. Nothing serious. I think you can handle it.”

The plug buzzed again, this time it was stronger. I let out a sharp breath, my legs squeezing tighter together. A small moan escaped my lips before I could even think.

In less than a second, he stepped close to me, closing the distance between us.

I swallowed the lump forming in my mouth.

He pulled me by my waist, brought his face near my ears and whispered, “I know you’ve got a vibrator plug in.”

My heart stopped. My entire face went red. I couldn’t even move. I just stood there with my cheeks burning and my lips parted.

He pulled back, just enough to look at me properly. His eyes moved slowly, drinking me in—my lips, my breasts. His gaze dragged over me like he owned me already. Then he looked back to my eyes, swallowed and licked his lips.

“You’re turned on,” he stated, like he was sure.

I didn’t deny it.

His hand hovered above the curve of my ass, just enough to make my skin tingle.

“Come upstairs with me,” he whispered in my ears. “One night and I’ll give you the job. The visa and a clean start.”

I looked at him.

The logical part in me screamed no. I heard my therapists voice telling me not to go. But my body—my body had already decided. The plug pulsed again and I moaned, soft and breathless.

I hated myself for how badly I wanted it. But I needed a job. I needed to stay. I needed something to work.

I nodded.

He smiled, his lips curving into a slow and dangerous smirk. “Good girl.” He murmured, and I hated how my knees wobbled at the sound of it.

“Let’s get going darling,” he said, his hand slid back up to my waist as he led me through the bar. His heat at my side was seeping into my skin, curling into my nerves. His fingers brushed small, lazy circles against my waist, making it impossible to think straight. Every step I took, the plug buzzed softly inside me, syncing with his casual touch, teasing me, pushing me to the edge.

The elevator wasn’t far, but with every step, the distance felt longer.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime and he guided me inside, his hand never leaving my waist.

“You’ve been walking around with that plug all night,” he said, his voice a deep hum that vibrated down my spine. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve been thinking about bending you over since the first time I saw you.”

The plug pulsed harder, and my breath hitched. My thighs squeezed together like that could hide how soaked I was.

“You like being teased, don’t you?” he asked, not moving an inch.

I gripped the elevator railing behind me, needing something to hold onto as the plug pulsed again. “I didn’t… I wasn’t planning on—”

He cut me off with a slow, deliberate smirk. “Yes, you were.”

The elevator was still moving, but it felt like time had stopped. The only thing that existed was the space between us and the current of heat and wetness wrapping between my folds.

The plug buzzed again, sharper now, like it was responding to him.

“You’re fighting it so hard,” he said, uncrossing his arms and taking one step forward. His hand came up, not to touch me, but to brush the stray hair from my face. The lack of contact was driving me to the edge.

“Why are you fighting it?” he asked, his voice softer now. “No one’s watching. You can let go here.”

I swallowed. My knees were trembling. I hated how much I wanted to obey him.