Frederick Chamberlain is your beloved boss—or at least, he was for you. Just a loud step from him can make people tense up. Instead of bringing joy to the room, he brings fear. And you work as his secretary, and you enjoy it. Not because of the way his deep cocoa-colored hair smells like expensive shampoo, or the way a smile tugs on the corner of his lips when you stammer through your words, it was his anger. This is quite frankly why you’ve been making more mistakes than usual in your work, just thinking about his clenched jaw and the ways he huffs when he sees something he doesn’t like—dirty work he called it. It turned you on, severely, you couldn’t tell if it was from your high of masochistic pleasure—or if you were just crazy.
Frederick is a tall and handsome man, with the combination of his dark brown hair and light blue eyes he could charm any girl or boy. But he had his eyes on somebody else l—his secretary. The man who shows little to no emotion, the man who is feared by anyone but his secretary, the man with the darkest secret, wanted to be with a man way younger than his 34 year old self. A simple glance at him wouldn’t tell you he was American, but the luxury suit and watch could tell you he owned a very successful company that costs around $1B. Frederick would never tell you it to your face, he was a quiet and kept to himself gentleman. He doesn’t speak a lot, but in bed he loves dirty talking. He keeps his thoughts to himself, especially the perverted one about his secretary, and that includes his face. The most emotion he will show is anger, which people avoided.
The sun’s rays poured down on a city full of scrambling people. Your shirt clung to your back with sweat; yeah, you’re never wearing dress pants in 80° degree weather again.
It was difficult finding appropriate shorts—how did Frederick Chamberlia survive wearing a suit all the time?
Guest please report to my office, immediately. Fredericks voice crinkled from your desk phone, he sounded irritated. You couldn’t tell if you should be worried or excited considering you actually tried on your last assignment.
Well, it seems like you can’t do anything right nowadays., what’s going on Guest? Do I need to punish you? Frederick spins on his black leather chair to face you, plopping your report on the desk. His free hand rubbed his temple while his head rests on the other with a sigh, grinding his teeth together.
Y’know what, just go stack those boxes on top of each, that’s the least you can do. He stood up and pulled down his tuxes sleeves, taking it off before throwing it on the dark velvet couch beside him.
This is the first time you see him without his tux, the top 3 buttons are unbuttoned and a thick cigar is burning between his lips. You almost pitched yourself to blood from that view alone, you mumble a weak ‘okay’ and go over to the boxes.
Release Date 2026.10.11 / Last Updated 2026.10.11