Chapter Two
Nox strolls into my office and plops down on the edge of my desk with our overpaid lawyer and friend, Thorne, following behind him. Wisely, he takes a seat in the chair in front of my desk before I kick his ass out. I’m in a shit mood, and I’m not sure exactly why.
“How are our quarterly financials looking?” he asks, with obviously nothing to do this morning but to annoy me.
“Great. We’re wealthy as ever, ready to dominate more properties and make life our bitches.”
“Speaking of bitches, are either of you planning to finally meet a quality girl and marry?” Thorne loves to push my buttons. I don’t ever think I’ve seen him out with a single woman, so he has a lot of nerve asking us that.
“No, Thorne. I’m not even sure why you’re asking such a personal question,” I snarl at him while he adjusts his expensive tie. He was probably out there flirting with our assistant or pissing her off. More than likely both.
“Because you are running yourselves ragged, some of the youngest billionaires in the world, and yet you don’t have any interest in leaving it to someone.” Having children is definitely on my list one day, but right now, that would require having sex. Other than my fist, no one is getting this dick.
“We’re not even thirty, so there’s no need for us to settle down. Now, what brings you in to annoy us today?”
“Relax. I came to drop off the papers for your latest project downtown. By the way, I just spoke to your assistant, and she said she was leaving this week, so who are you getting to replace her?” I stare at our longtime friend, Thorne. Since when does he give two fucks about who works for us?
“We haven’t selected anyone yet. We don’t need an assistant,” I scoff while Nox sits suspiciously quiet.
He laughs and stands. “The hell you two don’t. I’ve been working with you two assholes for nearly five years, and you two might be geniuses with money, but you two don’t like people enough to deal with all the other bullshit. Hell, we barely get beers and catch a game once a month.”
He has a point. “We’ll find someone,” Lennox says with such assurance that I wonder if he’s already got it taken care of and hasn’t told me about it yet. He’s been acting strange for the past two days, but I’ve been too preoccupied with my own frustrations to say shit about it.
He stands up and shakes our hands. “Very well. I’ll see you guys next week. I have my hands full for the next few days. Read over the contracts and make sure they’re to your liking, and then send them to my office.”
“You got it, pain in the ass.” He flips me off and then leaves us.
As the door closes, Lennox adjusts his coat. “Speaking of pain in the ass. Guess who graduated from college with a degree in business?” Nox says, giving me a cocky smirk.
“Who?” We don’t know many people, so I have a feeling who he’s going to mention, but I’d rather he’d get it over with so I can breathe again.
“Come on—who else? Your little Jilly Bean.” I don’t even argue about the “your” reference because she is mine.
“Oh, wow. Already? Has it been four years?” I question, pretending to be aloof when I’ve been counting down the days on my calendar, marking the hours and doing what I can to make the necessary arrangements for us.
“Yes. You’re still bothered that she was crushing on you during her freshman year.”
“It could have ruined our business,” I confess, because I nearly lost my mind when she got herself drugged. Those boys were quick to be expelled. Some of them were prosecuted when a raid mysteriously occurred and they were found to have violated other girls too.
“Well, she’s probably fucked half a dozen boys by now to get over you, so don’t worry. You’re an old man and no longer on her radar.” I try to control the vomit in my throat and the urge to flip my desk over in a rage. He doesn’t know a damn thing about her.
Pretending to give no fucks about his comments, I return to work matters. “Good for her. Is there another reason you’re in my office to waste more of my day? We have a twenty-pound contract to go over.” I raise the damn file Thorne brought over that could give a weaker man carpal tunnel.
“Actually, yes. There’s a reason why I mentioned her.” I raise my brows, waiting for him to continue. Instantly, my guts start to rumble. “I hired her as our new assistant.”
“What?” I roar, jumping out of my chair with my fingers splayed on my desk, glaring at my brother. He just destroyed my plan. I could kill him.
“Calm down. She’s out there training with Cynthia right now, so be quiet.”
“Thanks for discussing it with me.”
“What do you care, anyway? She doesn’t have feelings for you anymore. She’s smart and could use a start in the world.” If she was anyone else, I wouldn’t have any damn problem, but she’s not. She’s my fucking Jilly Bean.
“Fine. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get this contract looked at before we have to meet with Hallman and Banks.”
He throws his hands up and stands. “You’re not even going to say hello or even welcome her?”
“Not now. I’m busy.”
“Okay.” He shakes his head and leaves my office like I’m being unreasonable, but he has no idea what he’s fucking done.
I open up my phone, find her tracking device, and turn it on. She’s in the fucking building, of course, but this is more proof that she’s feet away from me and my brother isn’t playing some twisted prank on me.
My pulse picks up, dick stiffer than ever before, thoughts racing out of control. How the fuck am I supposed to get any work done now? With a swipe of my hand, I toss the papers across the desk, sending them to the floor.
“Mr. Masterson,” Cynthia gasps, stepping into my office uninvited at the worst time possible. What the fuck is wrong with everyone?
“Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Sorry. Your brother said you wanted your coffee. I can get those.” She sets my coffee down and then bends down in front of me to pick the papers up, but I’m so aggravated that I zone out with my eyes closed and my head tossed back on my leather chair, and I don’t hear the sound of the other pair of heels until I smell the soft, fruity scent I’d long burned into my memory. The scent that I use when I take my cock in hand as I shower, stroking my fantasies out until I nut with Jillian’s name falling from my lips. A groan falls from my throat.
“Did I interrupt something?” she asks. I look down and see that my assistant is on her knees at the side of my desk—and remember that just a moment ago my head was back with my eyes closed.
Fuck. “My peace of mind, Ms. Krieger, unless you got married.”
“No, it’s still Ms. Krieger. Not that you cared to find out, Mr. Masterson.” She has no idea how much I cared or how much I know. Of course I know there’s no other man, because I chased all prospects away. Ran those little pricks off, sent them running with their little peckers between their legs begging for their mommies.
Smirking, I tell Cynthia, “Please leave us for a moment. You can leave those papers right there. Since Ms. Krieger wants to be a smart ass on her first day, she can learn a lesson in manners.”
Cynthia flinches and says, “But, Mr. Masterson.”
“Leave us.” As soon as she leaves, I stand and lock the door, giving no fucks that my dick is harder than my mahogany desk.
“Now, Ms. Krieger, it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken to each other. Four years, if my memory serves me correctly.”
“Well, you are old…”
I grab her chin and stare into her pretty eyes. “Watch that tone with me.”
“So, are you so rough with Cynthia?” she pants. There’s anger in her eyes, and something else…jealousy. Fuck—dick hard, brain power completely gone, I have to stay in control or I’ll bend her over right on the spot and forget everything I have planned for us.
“No, she’s an excellent assistant.” She glares at me with such venom that I’m turned on even more.
“Now, go pick up those papers I dropped.” As she turns to pick them up, I adjust my cock so it’s not blatantly tenting my slacks while I admire her ass. Once she’s done, she sets them on my desk, and I lift my gaze.
She gives me a fake smile. “What’s wrong? Your back and your knees too sore to get them yourself?” she mutters under her breath. I’m on her in a heartbeat with my chest pressed to her back.
“Sweet Jilly Bean, you’re not a little girl anymore. I’ll make your knees so damn sore if you keep testing me with that mouth of yours.” I press my hand over her mouth, and she parts her lips so I slide my finger inside. She sucks on it just like I’ve imagined my dick sliding between those perfectly plump lips. “If you want to keep your job, you’ll go out there and learn to do it. I need to run a company, not play with a little girl wanting to get spanked.” I pull my hand away, step back, and open the door, holding it for her to exit my office.
She could easily file a complaint with HR about me in a heartbeat for that shit. What was I thinking? I don’t know what I’m doing. I pack my shit on my desk into my leather satchel and stomp out my door, scowling toward Cynthia’s desk. “I have a meeting and won’t be back in the office for the rest of the day. Tell my jackass brother.”
“Sir, you have a call from Ms. Wallace. She wants to know if you’re still on for dinner.”
“Yes.” It’s another business deal, but I’m sure the woman wants more. She’s in for a rude awakening because there’s only one woman I want, and she just sucked on my finger like she’ll soon suck on my cock.