Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

"Wait a minute, have we met before?" Lisa and Oscar exchanged glances with probing eyes. It looked like Lisa really had met him before. But the woman still didn't remember where she met the man in the black coat.

"Don't you remember my face Lisa?" The man was very handsome. His face's bone structure was perfect. His cheekbones and jawline were firm. His nose was sharp and pointy. Especially his sensual lips. The type of man whose face was usually plastered in fashion magazines or skincare advertisements.

The European-descent man approached Lisa, who was standing at the president's table. Slowly his hand reached Lisa's waist and hugged her. His grip was so tight. The scent of his expensive perfume wafted through his white shirt, really intoxicating. His body temperature warmed Lisa through that hug.

"That night our lips were linked together and our bodies connected as one." Oscar continued to tease Lisa a little, "That night you really enjoyed our love game. Do you still remember how loud and limp you groaned?"

Oscar brought his face closer to Lisa's, his lips tracing the curves of Lisa's tiny face. Without realizing it, Lisa pushed him until he almost hit the edge of the table.

Insolent man! How dare he hold her at work like this? Lisa thought. And the strange thing was that Lisa didn't struggle at all ?! This man seemed to instill magic on her body so that she could only budge.

'Oh no, what should I do?'

It was clear that this man was very strong. Lisa was unable to escape from his grasp. She was very aware that this man was exorbitantly handsome, but being hugged and teased at work like this certainly scared Lisa in the snap of a finger!

Maybe, if it happened at a nightclub or somewhere else than the office and public, Lisa would definitely take action to do more than just cuddle with this handsome stranger! Who could stand this foreign man's good looks? All women would fall to their knees for sure!

Lisa was silent for a moment, the memory of the incident at the Sky Lounge began to come back to her mind. The pieces of memory began to form a complete record.

Slowly, the image of Dimas talking to Lisa over the phone became clear. "The foreigner yesterday Lis, is that your friend? Yesterday I saw you fainted and was carried by a foreigner!"

"You! You who were at Sky Lounge??" Asked Lisa in a high voice. Her eyes were wide, shocked and disbelieving.

"What? You finally remember me, Miss?" Oscar hugged her from behind, this time taking in the scent of Lisa's rose hair.

"You bastard!" Lisa shook Oscar's hand fiercely, "Get off me! This is harassment!"

"Wow, relax, Miss. I'm just here to get acquainted with you more deeply."

Lisa was helpless in front of this man. Physically, she was much weaker and fighting with the president at work was not a wise choice. Lisa chose to struggle to escape Oscar's embrace.

"What do you mean to become the new president of this company?" Lisa looked at the man in disbelief, "Why should it be you?"

"You heard it yourself, right? My father is old, he should retire right? And who else do you think will replace his position as president of Petersson Communications?"

"This is absurd! Several months ago, I heard that Mr. Bisma, the head of the marketing department, will be appointed as the new president director after Mr. Peter retires!" Lisa replied.

"You heard before yourself that this company is a company owned by my father's family, right? So this company is supposed to be inherited by his child. The one who deserves to be president is from my father's family, right?"

Lisa nodded reluctantly, her hands clenched into fists holding back her furious anger.

"And I am Oscar Petersson, the only son of Peter Petersson. I mean, it's my right to assume my father's position next right?"

"The rightful heir to the Petersson Communications company." Lisa answered, still with a look of disbelief.

Oscar grinned at Lisa's correct answer. He then sat in his father's chair. He crossed his long and steady legs like a president facing Lisa, who was still standing by the president's table. Oscar invited Lisa to sit back down and start the conversation. The president's office, which had been silent, suddenly turned cold. What an intimidating aura this man had!

"Since I have become the CEO of this company, and next week you will officially become my personal secretary. I have some rules and special requests for you."

Lisa didn't say a word. She just nodded and listened. Sweat from her temples started pouring down her collar. Every now and then Lisa wiped her temples.

"First of all, I don't want drama in this office. Gossip, insults, bullying, or anything that can divide cooperation between employees!"

Lisa muttered and nodded, "Fine."

"Second, use work time efficiently!"

Lisa nodded again. She crossed her legs which were getting cold.

"Third, I want you to wear a white shirt and black skirt that is tight and short." Oscar's gaze began to tease a little mischievous, "About ten centimeters above the knee."

Hearing Oscar's last request, Lisa suddenly burst in with a shrill voice, "Sir! This is an office not a nightclub!"

"Lisa listen to me, I have taken over this company, so you follow my orders!"

"But not arbitrarily like this, sir!"

"Lisa, if I were you ... I would obey all orders from superiors!" Oscar said, a little annoyed.

"And if I don't fulfill your request?" Lisa crossed her arms and squinted.

"Oh that's easy, there are two choices," Oscar got up from his seat. He brought his face closer to Lisa's, "You can write a resignation letter or you have to satisfy me in the office."

Lisa swallowed hard, terrified and annoyed. Satisfy Oscar at the office? Did the man think this office was some sort of a nightclub's stall?!?

"It's not difficult, is it?" Oscar sat back down while supporting his chin.

"It's not fair, it's really not fair!" Lisa looked down, and slowly shed tears that suddenly flowed from her eyes.

"Look, Lisa. I understand your financial situation. You really need your job not to be able to survive, right?" The man got up from the chair, touched Lisa's shoulder, and slowly stroked her.

"Paying all household bills, paying for your sister's college, paying for medical expenses for your sick mother, paying your overdue house tax." Oscar smiled slyly at the helpless woman in front of him.

Lisa had run out of ideas to rebel. She still believed that she would not be able to fight this man physically, so she chose to keep quiet and just surrender.

"Lisa Soewandi..." Whispered Oscar right in Lisa's ear.

"What if I show you how to satisfy me in the office? Come here..." He asked while gently sucking the tip of Lisa's ear.

"Sir ... Not in the office...."

"Heh, isn't the agreement clear, honey?"

From outside the president's room. It seemed that Karina had just taken the financial files from the fifth floor. She passed through an empty hallway and passed the president's room. She heard faintly a woman's voice moaning from inside. With stealthy steps, Karina peeked out of the president's window. Inside, she saw Lisa sitting on Oscar's lap. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips pursed fiercely at that indecent sight.

"You bitch!"