The Master Programmer-Chapter 92: A Heated Exchange 1

The next morning, Jason woke to the warmth of Veronica’s body still pressed against him. She stirred as he shifted, her eyes fluttering open. A sleepy smile graced her lips, and she reached up to trace a finger along his jawline.

"Good morning," she said softly.

Jason chuckled, leaning down to brush a kiss against her forehead. "Good morning."

As she snuggled back into his chest, Jason’s mind raced. He needed to push things further, to solidify her reliance and obsession for him. It was going to have to be a bit unethical, but he had no choice now. After all, Obsessions was all about deep emotional need and to get that all, he needed to do was to associate himself deeply with some emotional state inside hr.

Right now, he had replaced and overwritten the image of her husband, but soon, he would create an even bigger image, a godly one. An image of him in her mind. And if he did that she would fall even deeper for him.

Later on in the morning, Jason was adjusting his tie in the rearview mirror, his sharp blue eyes flickering with a mix of confidence and mischief. He would not be going with Veronica today. She was too tired. As his taxi glided through the city streets, he thumbed through his phone.

The screen lit up with a message from Emily. It was a message along with a picture of her in some cosplay. How cute.

[I can’t believe I sent you that picture… ]

[I’m blushing just thinking about it!]

Jason smirked. If she was shy, why send the picture? No, she was not shy, she was anxious for his reaction. He liked this kind of behaviour. He would reward her.

[Blushing looks good on you. Makes your cheeks red like apples, I can’t wait to take another bite. When do I get to see it in person?]

Satisfied, he sent the text and scrolled further. Another notification popped up. Angela. This one was an interesting one that Jason did not know how to really handle.

[Staring into the sun? Yeah, it’s okay, I’ve got sun-blocking goggles.]

She was teasing him, saying he was not that bright, and that she was still looking forward to it. Jason sent a reply.

[Careful, Angela… Keep staring at me, and those glasses might just burn right off.]

Well, he would continue playing with her like this, and then he would start getting to know her. He had to ease into it though. He would do that with purpose and intent. And in so doing he would come to the part he could see.

A grin tugged at his lips as he tossed his phone into his pocket. This was shaping up to be an interesting day.

The sleek glass façade of Reno Ventures loomed ahead, and Jason felt the familiar rush of ambition. He strode into the building, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floors.

"Morning, Mr. Cross," Samantha greeted him in passing as he stood at the elevator, her lips curving into a smile that lingered a moment too long. Jason turned to her, remembering that the last time they were together, she had kissed him. Or maybe it was him that kissed her. Anyway, she had not rejected it.

Jason leaned slightly toward her, his voice low and smooth. "Morning, Ms. Samantha. You’re making it hard to focus with that smile of yours." Jason watched as she smirked even brighter, letting him see her teeth.

Right now she was well-behaved because her little assistants were walking beside her, whom Jason greeted with a wave in the next moment, but Jason knew. The moment they were alone she would be a totally different animal.

Flipping her hair, her hips swaying deliberately, she walked away heading off into the distance with her people. Jason watched for a moment, a satisfied smirk on his face, before stepping into the elevator.

Veronica’s ass was wonderful, but Samantha was a whole different beast. How was she petite with all of that ass?! Double Cheeked up… on a Monday morning…

Hours later, Jason’s desk was cluttered with documents and plans as he went through the day’s work. He had to learn to compartmentalise in the day. Work when you have work to do, and rest when you have to rest.

A text from Mia, the new receptionist, caught his attention:

[Coffee run? I could bring you something.]

Jason replied with a quick plan to meet her at the service entrance. He liked Mia’s energy: flirty and wanton, and when she wanted him, she wanted him. But he couldn’t help but wonder if she was someone he should be taking seriously.

She was already waiting when he arrived, her casual outfit hugging her figure in all the right ways. Her dark eyes sparkled with intrigue as she handed him the coffee.

"Thanks, Mia," Jason said, his voice dripping with charm. "You didn’t have to, but I’m glad you did."

She leaned against the wall, her posture relaxed but inviting. "I figured you could use the company. After all, with what happened before… I… Yeah, we’re being watched right? How do you feel about this?"

Jason’s eyes met hers, and a mischievous idea sparked. "Yep. We’re being watched. How do I feel? Well, I dont care about all that. And you… You’re trouble, aren’t you?"

Mia laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I don’t know what you mean," Jason stated at her, seeing that knowing smirk. Yeah, she knew what he was talking about.

Jason and Mia talked just like that before the conversation descended into topics regarding something lighter and time passed until Jason realised that now was an opportunity to build some real ideas in her head. After all, they were alone.

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Jason stepped closer, the space between them vanishing. "What are you into, Mia?"

She arched a brow, her smile playful. "Spontaneity. I like… unexpected things."

His smirk deepened. "Good to know." That he could work with.

After saying that, Jason looked out into the distance as Mia stared at him in interest. "Why did you ask me?"

But Jason turned back to her, looking at her with sincerity as his voice came out warm and genuine. "You know… sometimes we get so caught up in what we think we should be doing… We forget to ask ourselves what we REALLY want… It’s like we’re living by someone else’s script instead of writing our own story. Have you ever felt that way? Like have you ever felt like there’s this part of you that’s waiting to break free and explore something new?"

"Hmm…" Mia turned her head up in thought before looking Jason in the eyes again, "I don’t know… What do you mean specifically? Like when it comes to sex?"

"Yeah," Jason nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. "I was thinking about sex and other stuff too. Like how the most interesting moments in my life, always come from the risks I take. It’s always the times when I step out of my comfort zone and say ’Why Not?’... Those moments are the biggest moments, where the best stories and memories are made. It’s where we can find the freedom to truly be ourselves."

Jason chuckled as he turned to look at the distance. "Imagine yourself one day looking back and saying to yourself, ’Damn… that was so crazy. I’m glad I tried that.’ Doesn’t that sound exciting? Isn’t that the kind of life you want to live?"

Jason turned to her, leaning into her, his tone enthusiastic, and she nodded, bringing a smile to his face. Well, that’s what happens when you help someone visualise a positive future associated with taking risks. Plus with her innate liking for spontaneity, it was almost like he was talking in her language.

"What’s a crazy thing you haven’t tried yet, that you want to try?" Mia asked, biting her coffee cup gently. Jason turned to her, realising that she was looking up at him in a suggestive way. It seemed she was following along with him in the way he needed her to.

"I dont know about you, but personally," Jason said, before finally leaning in towards her ear and delivering his next words in a whisper. "I like taking risks, especially when the entire world is watching me… Especially when if anything went wrong, I could get caught and messed up. That sends a rush through my body, a rush that can never be replicable by anything else."

After saying that, Jason leaned back slightly, looking her deep in the eyes and watching as her breathing hitched slightly. "At the end of the day, life is too short, right?"

"You’re right," Mia said with a meaningful smirk and a bite of her lips. "Life is too short..." After saying this she placed her coffee cup on a nearby desk and then she turned to him.

Jason and Mia then locked lips with each other, and Jason grabbed her from behind, pulling her in towards him as his tongue began exploring her mouth. She tasted like coffee, and something sweet. It must have been her lipstick. It tasted good.

Jason soon released her, watching as she opened her eyes slowly with a smile on her face as she took a deep breath. Well, that was the definition of taking someone’s breath away. That was the nice thing about it.

"Have you ever explored this place?" Jason said, squeezing her ass. She shook her head, still breathless, eliciting a smile from Jason, who held her hand his body language turning confident.

"Neither have I. Let’s explore at our own pace, in our way. Let’s discover things that will make us feel alive and fulfilled. And the best part of it all? Every step we take will be a celebration of our freedom, and the courage to live fully, not suppressed by some overbearing rules of others. What do you think? Exciting, right?"

As Jason said that, he pulled her along, heading back into the building through the service entrance. Mia was beside herself with a smile, looking around and snickering secretively as they walked along silently. She knew what was about to happen. And she was into it too.

Jason had managed to melt away that cold exterior she was putting up all along by bringing back that need for her to explore the relationship between them, and to Positively Anchor exploration with excitement and freedom, something she desperately needed after being suppressed by the CEO.

They passed by a storeroom, the moment electric with unspoken tension. Jason paused, his hand brushing her cheek as he opened the door. Mia giggled as he gently pulled her inside, locking the door behind them.

"Jason, what are you—"

"Shhh," he interrupted, his voice commanding but smooth. "You trust me, dont you?"

Her breath hitched, and Jason leaned closer, his tone dropping to a whisper. "Good. I trust you too… And that’s why I need you to understand something… Right here, right now… you are going to experience something you will remember for the rest of your life. "

Mia’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and intrigue. "What?"

Jason chuckled, not explaining as he grabbed her and twisted her around, slamming her on the wall. Mia’s breathing rate increased to a level that was undeniably intense at that moment as her skirt rose slightly while Jason bent her over.

"J-Jason…" Mia said, her voice soft and hitched. The sight of her perfect, round ass made Jason’s cock twitch in his pants, and he knew he couldn’t resist anymore. He approached her casually as if to help with the paper, but his intentions were anything but innocent.

"Mia, I need you to do as I say," he said, his voice low and gruff. "Now."

Startled, she looked up at him, her eyes widening slightly. She could see the hunger in his gaze and felt a shiver run down her spine. She nodded, unwittingly and this brought a smile to Jason who pressed himself onto her body and then slammed her into the wall, making her start panting.

"Understand one thing… You’re mine now," he growled, his teeth clenched as he pinned her arms above her head with one hand. She gasped, her heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear.

Oh my god. What was Jason going to do to her?