Chapter One
Ross
“What do you fucking want?”
I shouldn’t have been so crude and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired. Scarlett was my secretary, NOT my fucking wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’d been repeatedly that mistake over the course of the last week.
She was fun.
The kind that got a kick out of fooling around, but she killed the fun the second night when she asked me to hold her until she fell asleep. After I’d already got out of bed and was going to sleep in my real bedroom, not the one that I’d just fucked her in.
The second time, I made sure that I fucked her at her place. Just so that I could leave.
She still didn’t get the hint.
That’s when the fun stopped and I knew that I had to get rid off her.
There was just one problem. I had a deadline and until it was met. She needed to stay working for me as my secretary.
“I just feel as if I’ve been used…” she purred as she got closer to me.
Really?
“Like you just want me for my body and nothing else.”
She started to pout and I could see that she was up to something, because she left the door wide open. We were in my office and she was talking about matters of the heart. Only for me they were matters for my dick and I could tell that she was getting attached. This wasn’t going to go down well, not by a long shot. I knew that she wanted everyone outside to hear. I didn’t need the staff to know that I’d done the same thing again.
The same fucking stupid thing that I’d been warned about.
I stood up quickly and closed the door. Then I turned to comfort her. Wondering what would happen if she left and stopped working as my secretary. And, even worse, what if she went to tell HR that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants? Then I was truly fucked. The employment agency would be on my case and could shut the company down for sexual harassment. The way Scarlett was behaving she would be more than willing to speak to them about my bad behavior.
“You need to think about what this all means.”
I was fucking stalling, thinking of a way to try and get a distraction. I was a fucking CEO. Built-up my company from scratch. Yet, when it came to matters of the heart, I couldn’t think. That’s why I usually fucked and worried about the consequences later.
“What?”
She was right, where was I going with this?
My palms were wet from trying to calm her down. My voice was raspy from running to close the door and back to her. Then to make matters worse, my head was fucking spinning out of control. I had an important meeting in around twenty minutes. When did my life become so fucking complicated and when did I lose control of everything?
“I know you think that I don’t appreciate you,” I stared into her sea-blue eyes.
“But I do. You’re beautiful.”
I stroked her long fair hair, thinking that blondes really do have more fun. Once again, I was distracted, because my hands moved to her breasts. Those big thick melons that could feed me for a fucking month. They were so damn juicy that I found myself opening up her shirt. Not fucking opening it, but ripping it open and popping those buttons as my mouth wanted to suck and my dick wanted to fuck.
“You’re doing it again,” she protested. She never complained before!
“You’re looking at my body and wanting to take me.”
“Shit, your tits, I’ve never had any woman with tits as big as yours…”
I was down to her bra, but she had a scaffolding bra on that no one under forty should ever wear. She used to wear sexy bras, which left nothing to the imagination. The type that just about covered her nipple and gave me easy access.
She pushed me away, but like a hungry wolf getting ready for a feeding frenzy. I ignored the warning signs and all I could think about was sucking her tits.