I blushed hotly. “It was,” I agreed. I couldn’t believe that I’d lost my virginity to my boss’s associate…on a goddamned yacht, of all places! But maybe things were really starting to change. Maybe Damien and I are falling in love, I thought nervously as I glanced over at him.
Chapter Seven
Lily
“Lily darling,” Scott called from inside his office. “Come here!”
I groaned and quickly ran in to see him. “What’s up?” I tried to ask the question with a smile. Scott smiled back, and I felt a nervous shiver run down my spine.
“Great job with those reports,” he praised me. “Damien really helped you out a lot, didn’t he?”
I blushed, thinking of the renewed affection between us. The sensual fuck we’d shared on Damien’s yacht had been like no other of my life. I’d spent the whole night dreaming about Damien in a frenzy of desire. I couldn’t forget the feel of his warm, dry lips on mine, gently pressing. The way he bit my lower lip with his teeth, the way he gently sucked on my tongue and ran his hands down my back. I shivered, feeling the space between my legs grow damp. “He did,” I finally said, looking down at my feet.
Scott smiled. “That’s great. Maybe he can help with these, too. These are a bunch of old emails I pulled off of the server. I need to send copies to our lawyer, why not go ask Damien which cases he thinks will take precedent?”
I frowned. “What are you talking about? Are we in some kind of legal trouble?”
Scott leaned back and kicked his legs on top of his desk, crossing them at the ankle. “Not exactly,” he replied with a smirk. “Ask Damien. He’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“Okay,” I said. There was a lump forming in my throat and I had a really bad feeling about the emails. “Where are they?”
Scott pointed to a box in the corner. It was full of random sheets of printouts, crammed together. I rolled my eyes and picked it up, carrying it down the hallway and into Damien’s office.
“Hey,” he greeted me with a smile. “What’s this? Do we get to work together again?”
“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Scott wants me to go through this emails and send copies to our lawyers. He hinted that there might be some kind of legal trouble.”
Damien grabbed the box out of my hands and put it on his desk. He looked panicked. “I can handle this,” he said. I looked down to see that his hands were shaking. “I’ve got it,” he repeated.
Reaching around him, I grabbed one of the papers from the box and read with growing horror:
She was a babe, dude, are you sure you had to fire her? It’s not my fault if she couldn’t stop crying about how much she wanted my cock again! Then again, I guess you might not think it’s very fair if I get to hop in that snatch and you’re still her “pervy boss.” You know, there is an amazing amount of women who think you’re a perv, Jare, what do you do to those girls during the day? You should stop looking down their shirts, it just makes it easier for me-
Damien ripped the paper out of my hands and crumpled it into a ball. He looked absolutely terrified.
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded. “How many of these fucking emails are there?”
Damien reddened and looked at the ceiling. “Lily,” he said. “I can explain, please hear me out.”
A slow realization dawned on me and I felt tears begin to well behind my eyes. “You’ve slept with all of Scott’s assistants,” I said slowly. All of the pieces started to fall together: why Scott was such a smug asshole, why everyone said that he never kept an assistant for more than two weeks, how Damien had explained to me that his wife had had an affair with Scott. “And I’m just the last one in a string of dumb sluts that you hired to get revenge on him!”
“No,” Damien begged, looking at me and clasping my hand in his. I yanked my hand away, feeling burned. “Lily, I really like you!”
“No you don’t,” I spat. A tear rolled down my cheek and I sniffled, unable to look at him for any longer. “You just wanted to use me like everyone else! You tried to buy me with money!” I felt completely used and disgusted. Every cell in my body was raging with hatred for Damien and Scott. They fucking deserved each other.
“It’s not like that,” Damien said weakly. “He knows how I feel about you, and he’s trying to drive you away!”
“I don’t believe that,” I snapped, wiping my eyes. Damien just stood there looking at pathetically. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I ran out of the room and down the hallway. In the bathroom, I realized I didn’t have my purse but I didn’t want to go back in there. I couldn’t ever stand the thought of seeing either one of them ever again. All of the affection I felt towards Damien had quickly turned into hatred.
As I left the office, I took one last glance at the office. I felt like the world’s biggest idiot for falling for Damien when he was clearly only capable of loving himself. I began to sob as I
thought of the way I had trusted him People were staring at me as I walked past and finally, I turned around and walked towards home.
The whole way, I cursed Damien and myself. I hated him for being charming and hot and rich. He was probably used to getting anyone he wanted. Looking down at my frame, I couldn’t even believe that he’d ever wanted me, if only for a moment. I’m disgusting, I told myself. No wonder he doesn’t want you.
I stayed up crying the whole night. I couldn’t even focus watching TV or a movie. Any time there was a couple or anyone happy, I’d think of Damien and start missing him and then the tears would begin to fall. I hated myself for feeling this way, but I hated him more for breaking my heart. This is what you get for trusting a billionaire, you dumb slut, I thought in irritation. It’s the oldest trick in the book.
When Monday rolled around, I couldn’t make myself go into work. I went for a run in the park and spend the afternoon crying in bed. Mom called three times but I ignored them. I didn’t want her to start asking any questions about why I wasn’t in the office. She’d be horrified if I told her that I’d almost fallen in love with my boss.