Playboy's Failure: Falling In Love With His Secretary

Declan's eyes darkened as he remembered the fear that had crept into Margaux's face when he saw the girl lying on the bed while being feasted on by three mad men lusting after flesh.

He had no idea why he suddenly felt the urge to kill at those times.

Margaux only said goodbye to go in the comfort, but Declan was surprised when the girl still couldn't come back after only five minutes, so he immediately followed her.

Only to discover that Margaux had been molested and that he was still inside the room where much sin had already occurred.

He erupted in rage. He didn't control his rage; instead, he let it out by fighting those three.

But the one who remained standing fled when he realized he couldn't stand up to another standing man whos is Declan disarmed the men who had molested Margaux.

He was also irritated when the girl declined his offer to accompany her to the restroom, which was.... She wishes to return home without informing him.

In short, Margaux lied to him.

Now that he was driving home, he called Lucifer and Tanner to let them know he couldn't return to their table.

They even inquired as to the reason, but he purposefully hung up the phone.

Declan looked at Margaux, who was now stunned, as if out of her mind, and knew it was the result of what had happened.

"M-Margaux..." Declan called her name, but she froze and jumped in fear as a result of his sudden speech.

Margaux gave him a menacing look.

"Is-there s-something y-you n-need?" She crammed herself into the farthest corner of his car in the passenger seat at the same time.

And was afraid he'd be able to touch her like those men did, but he couldn't... Declan should have been more cautious now that he can see fear in her eyes.

"Are you..." What should he instead ask Margaux?

Instead of speaking, he remained silent and resumed driving, his attention focused on the road.

Many scenarios flashed through his mind, all of which involved charging the three men who had done it against his will. Margaux's unwillingness to molest it and almost.... shit!

Declan became agitated, but on the other hand, he questioned himself over and over.

Why did he become suddenly concerned about Margaux?

What's the deal with... He appears to want to protect her as much as possible.

Margaux was still in the passenger seat to his right, in the corner of the side of his car.

Declan turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the side of the road. It was after eleven o'clock at night, and only a few vehicles like them were passing on the road that was openly passable.

Then he looked at her, and Declan could see her fear right through her.

"M-Margaux—"

"D-don't t-touch me pleaseeee, don't!" The girl held out his hand as he was about to hold Margaux's hand.

She was sobbing as well, and Declan tried everything he could to get Margaux to look at him.

Declan felt millions of needles piercing his chest when he saw Margaux's tears streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks after he successfully presented her face to him.

She even wrapped her palm around his holds to remove the hands he had on her cheek, but Declan wouldn't let go.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he spoke.

"It's just me; no more men will ever hurt you."

However, Margaux was hesitant. Her eyes were dull as well, as if she had been separated from him.

Declan then sighed.

He was sorry for her; it was all his fault, no matter how he looked at it.

Declan felt compelled to inflict pain on himself as a result of his folly. It's insufficient, and the girl comes across as almost vulgar in... That is, in a pleasant location.... shit!

"I'll just take you home," said the girl, who didn't say anything but didn't nod or give him any strange signal to do so.

He simply shook his hand and sat in the driver's seat. Declan then started the engine and let it roar.

When he turned to look again, Margaux covered herself with his coat.

It still avoids his presence. Declan had no choice but to return the car to the girl's home.

He didn't have to ask because he already knew where the girl lived.

Declan was quietly driving along the road when he heard Margaux's weak sobs again.

Shit!

He turns the steering wheel once more, only to find himself staring at Margaux, who is shaking in her seat...

"M-Margaux! What's w-wrong?" he exclaimed, unsure what to do and restless.

Declan then raised his hand to examine her forehead, but she did not have a fever. It was literally shaking so much that he turned Margaux's body to face him again and again for a warm hug.

He felt the thing between his thighs come alive again just as Margaux's skin pressed against his body.

But this was not the time for him to cool down. To ease the simulation of releasing his body heat.

He must not profit from Margaux's current situation. And he will exert as much restraint as possible.

When his pain hurts as a result of restraint, it's up to him; he doesn't care about it any longer.

Declan felt Margaux's hand encircling his waist, preparing to give him a hug in return. Only to realize he was struggling to breathe.

Fuck! M-Margaux. Why are you treating me like this?

Declan was losing himself, and it was Margaux's moist breasts, pressed against his, that brought him back to the present.

"D-don't leave me pl-please, I-I'm scared," she said, terrified and trembling. Declan notices that Maragux's embrace with him has tightened even more.

Because of what Margaux said, he already had an idea in his head that he knew this was the only thing he could do to keep an eye on the maiden on an hourly basis.

He was also uncomfortable leaving it at home alone, so he considered taking the girl home himself.

Declan was tapping her back and letting her cry in his chest because he wanted to soothe her fear through him.

Its breath dwindled gradually. The arms that wrapped around him were also gradually knotted.

Declan lowers his gaze and notices Margaux closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. However, He's not at ease.

Because her body was already so hot, he decided to move her. He was just biting his lower lip to keep himself under control.

Deep. Until he got a taste of the blood in his mouth. And it was all because he clenched his teeth tightly to keep himself from taking advantage of Margaux... In her current state, no.

Declan reached for his cellphone on the dashboard and dialed Conrad's number to have the courtyard of his room repaired.

His room was a shambles and still smelled of alcohol, and he couldn't bear the thought of leaving the girl alone in such a complicated environment.

He even told Conrad to get rid of anything that was no longer needed in his room and, to the greatest extent possible, to get rid of anything he could no longer use.

"And what about Phoebe's picture frame on your side table, sir? Should I also throw it away—"

"Don't make the mistake of moving that, Conrad; I'm the only one who can fight you if you do."

"I was just wondering, sir—"

"Understood?" "Don't put your fingers on Phoebe's photo."

"O-okay," Conrad said, indicating that he had disconnected the phone call.

CARRYING the soundly sleeping Margaux in his arms, Declan took care not to wake her up.

Conrad only followed him to his room and opened the door.

The steward, like him, was deafeningly quiet.

He lowered his gaze to Margaux. Her face was pressed against his chest, clearly tired from crying.

Declan was in need while looking at the girl's condition, so she couldn't even move or move to change her position.

"Because Margaux was with you, sir, you directed me to clean in your room; it's just refreshing because back then—"

"Just get me some cold water in a basin, Conrad," Declan says, cutting to what the steward is saying.

"It is my pleasure, sir," he said as he walked away to carry out his orders.

He looked down at the girl, who was now lying freely on his soft bed. Her damp outer garment caused her to cry and sweat.

He felt the same way, but he had to prioritize the girl's health because she would become ill if he didn't go.

Declan turned around when he felt the gradual resurrection of the object between his two thighs when he looked down at the girl's thigh down to her feet.

"Holy fucker of sweet juices, please bear with me this time, bare with me! Ahh. Fuck! Fuck it! Why do you keep bulging my friend? That was Margaux only. Only her. Please loosen your bone now," he said angrily, his eyes focusing on its bulging length.

Maybe he was crazy to talk to his manhood, who was unable to respond now that he was bulging even more, as if he wanted to get out of his pants.

Declan pretended to be unconscious when he noticed Conrad carrying the basin in both hands and the towel over his right shoulder.

This is a fucking fuck!

"Here's what you're after, sir. Margaux's swab is already there in case you find the—"

"You may depart at this time, Conrad, and please accept my gratitude for your assistance."

Conrad only gave him a wry look before lowering his gaze to Margaux, prompting him to quickly lift the white blanket to cover Margaux's overly exposed thigh and leg before returning his gaze to the caretaker.

"Do you need anything else, Conrad?" Instead, he simply stared at him with his eyes wide open.

Conrad's response stunned him.

"That's how you were with Phoebe, who just made after your money, sir; let me just remind you, you are no longer in your old world where you are free to play with anyone; I even witnessed you failing, and maybe when that happens again—"

"Not happening, Conrad; I vowed before that the same thing would never happen again; I am now a well-built Declan Heisenberg who will never be beaten by a woman again."

Conrad gave a friendly smile.

"Then I will leave, and I am confident that I will leave you without causing you any pain." He turned around, but before he could take a step, Conrad faced him again, his left brow slightly raised.

"Regarding the identity of the woman you saw the last time you went to Muchàs Gràcias, my team now has her fingerprint and even her cornea and iris scanner; the identity of that woman will be revealed soon."

"At the moment, my team is conducting a thorough investigation using their servers and IP."

Will he be happy about it? Yes, because there was another woman who just turned him around, except for his great ex-girlfriend Phoebe, about whom he now has no information.

He had last seen the girl while still in England. Declan, on the other hand, admitted that Phoebe, his ex-girlfriend, still has a place in his heart, which he hasn't changed and hasn't been reduced by even 1%.

"I'm leaving, sir Declan. Please behave," Conrad said last, and he knew Conrad meant something else, so he just smiled.

"I'll be nice now that—"

"But your pennis aren't," Conrad shook, stunned by his bulging pants.

Shit! Conrad discovered him with a massive bonner between his legs.

"Conrad, you must have left!"

"All right!" Conrad waved goodbye before turning his back on him, just as the steward's weak footsteps were leaving his room.

Declan's eyes dropped again when the man vanished from his sight because he was still stiff.

How long will you be sleeping there, my friend? When you are going to get back into a tight spot?

He narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He was sick of shaking hands with people when he had nowhere to go.

To put it another way, he now needs to come out with another hot body, but... Margaux isn't...

"Fuck! I can't do that to her!" He looked down at his still stiff stretch. "Stop commanding like a mad warrior, my friend; have mercy on me and stop torturing me in this manner."

His stomach is bothering him once more.

But he has to keep his cool, doesn't he? He needs to keep his cool.

But, with the rest of his time to get dressed and relieve the sweat that had engulfed Margaux's body, Declan found himself sitting back in the cubicle, making himself happy with his hands, which were occasionally shouting the name of the unconscious maiden.