Fertile for the Obsessed Billionaire (Fertile for the Billionaire #4)

Chapter One

Dominic:

I don’t tolerate incompetence. Not in my employees, not in my business partners, and certainly not on my construction sites. The high-rise going up in the center of the city bears my name, my vision, and my money, and I won’t have it tainted by carelessness.

“You have exactly three days to fix this mess, or you’re out,” I say coldly, my voice cutting through the air.

The foreman swallows hard, nodding so fast I think his head might snap off.

“Yes, Sir. It won’t happen again, Mr. Vance.”

I don’t bother responding. I just turn on my heel and walk away. The weight of a dozen pairs of eyes follows me, but I don’t acknowledge them. I never do. They know better than to expect friendship from me. I didn’t build an empire by being kind.

The site is alive with the chaos of construction - hammers striking metal, workers shouting over the roar of machinery, the scent of concrete dust hanging thick in the air.

I usually feel a sense of satisfaction walking through my projects, seeing my vision manifest into something tangible.

But today, for some reason, there’s an unease settling deep in my gut, something crawling under my skin.

Then I see her.

And the entire fucking world stops.

She’s standing near the scaffolding, flipping through a large binder, completely unaware that she’s just altered the course of my life. The air in my lungs disappears, and my pulse slams hard against my ribs.

She’s young; maybe twenty-one at most. So roughly half my age and too young to be working on a site like this.

Wide, innocent eyes, soft curves, long blonde curls tied into a neat ponytail that hangs out beneath a yellow hard hat.

She’s petite, delicate even, standing out starkly among the dust and sweat-covered workers.

Something about her innocence sends a primal, possessive need surging through me.

She doesn’t belong here. Not in this mess. Not in the presence of men who don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

I take a step forward, compelled by something I’ve never experienced before. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel in control. That should probably unsettle me, but how can it when it’s drawing me towards someone so damn perfect?

I need to know her name. Need to hear her voice. Need to claim her before anyone else even dares to look in her direction.

Then my blood turns to ice.

A man steps into her space, close enough that she instinctively shrinks back. I recognize him - a low level construction worker. His body language makes my stomach churn with rage. He’s cornering her, leaning in too close, saying something I can’t hear.

She tries to step around him, but he blocks her. I see it all - the discomfort in her posture, the flicker of uncertainty in her expression. She’s too polite, too professional to cause a scene, but I know exactly what’s happening.

A muscle jumps in my jaw, and I move before I think.

“Is there a problem here?” My voice is quiet. Deadly.

The worker startles, turning around with a guilty expression that tells me the fucker already knew he was doing something wrong. His eyes widen when he realizes who he’s dealing with.

“M... Mr. Vance! No problem at all, Sir! Just welcoming the new girl to the team.”

Well, that would explain why I’ve never had the pleasure of laying eyes on her before now.

I step between them, cutting off his access to her completely. He has to crane his neck to look up at me, his bravado shrinking under my glare.

“If I ever see you speaking to her again, you’re fired.”

A soft gasp from the beautiful creature hidden behind this son-of-a-bitch reminds me that I need to keep this professional. So I clear my throat and continue speaking.

“I will not allow any of my female employees to feel threatened here. If I see anything like this happening again, there will be no warnings. No second chances. You will be gone. Am I understood?”

The color drains from his face. “Y... yes, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

He stumbles backwards, almost bumping into the woman behind him, before scurrying off. I watch as he disappears into the maze of scaffolding, making sure he’s gone before turning my full attention back to my woman.

Because that’s what she is, even if she can’t even begin to understand that yet.

She’s staring up at me, lips parted, eyes wide.

Fuck. She’s even more beautiful up close.

“Are you alright?” I ask, my voice still rough, even though it’s much softer now than it was when I was talking to the construction worker.

She swallows. “I... yes. Thank you, Mr. Vance.”

Hearing her say my name sends something dark and possessive curling through my chest. I want to hear it again. I want to hear it whispered, moaned, gasped.

I force myself to stay composed, though, ignoring the way my cock is swelling and straining almost painfully against my pants.

“What’s your name?”

“Evie Clarke.”

Evie. Sweet, soft, innocent.

“You’re part of the interior design team?”

She nods. “Yes, Sir. I started last week. I was just going over some of the design plans for the penthouse.”

I smirk, already loving the way she keeps calling me sir. “Smart. The penthouse will be the jewel of this project.”

“That’s what I was thinking,” she says, a small, shy smile touching her lips.

That smile slams into my gut like a sledgehammer.

I should step back. I should remind myself that she’s young.

That she’s my employee. That I have no right to stand here drinking her in like a starved man.

But none of that matters. Not when every cell in my body is screaming at me to take her.

To claim her. To make sure she never walks away from me.

“I want you to do something for me, Evie,” I say, reaching into my pocket.

The gasp that comes from her pretty pink lips has my cock stiffening even more, and I have to hold back a groan. I’ve had plenty of women in my time, but not a single one has ever affected me the way Evie does. This is it. From now on, there will be nobody else for me. Only her.

“What is it, Sir?” she asks, her voice holding a breathless quality that has me imagining her coming undone for me.

Fuck.

I pull out a business card from my pocket and hand it to her. “If anyone else bothers you, Evie, I want you to contact me directly. I will deal with it. Okay?”

Her fingers brush against mine briefly as she takes the card from my hand, and electricity shoots through my veins. She nods, her cheeks flushed, her eyes still wide.

“O... okay, Mr. Vance.”

“Dominic.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Dominic.”

She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. After a moment, she closes it and just nods, still looking dazed.

I give her a slow smile, savoring the sight of her blushing. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I’m not even sure if she understands just how breath-taking she is.

“In fact,” I continue, “if you need anything, just call me. Anything at all.”

“Thank you,” she breathes."But I don’t want to be a bother, Sir. I mean Dominic."

The urge to push her back into the corner and whisper words of reassurance in her ear while feeling her delicate little body pressed against mine is overwhelming. But I keep it tightly under wraps. I’m not like the pushy fucker who just had her cornered, and I want to prove that to her.

So, for now, I will have to offer her the reassurance she needs from a respectable distance.

“You are not, nor will you ever be, a bother, Evie. Do not hesitate to ask for whatever you need. I will take care of it for you.”

Her blush deepens, and her breathing picks up. She shivers, and I don’t know if it’s from my words or my presence. I hope it’s both.

Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts.

“T... thank you, Dominic.”

This isn’t enough. This small conversation, this brief moment. I need more. But I know if I stay too long, I’ll do something reckless. So I force myself to step back. For now.

“I will let you get back to work, Evie.”

She nods, her fingers tightening around the binder she’s holding. “Yes, Sir.”

I turn away, forcing myself to leave before I do something drastic. But as I walk across the site, only one thought consumes me.

She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.