CHAPTER 3: Damian

My leather office chair creaks when I lean back into it as Rhea from accounting wraps her lips around my cock, bringing it to life. To my father’s disgust, I’ve had sexual liaisons with most of the women who work here. 

Well, the single, hot and age appropriate ones, anyway. I only do it to piss my father off. I don’t need to pick up at work; I can have anyone I want. I’m yet to come across a woman who can say no to me.

My head snaps up when the office door flies open. Shit. I told Jodie, my secretary, I didn’t want to be disturbed.

    “You can’t go in there, Claire”  I hear Jodie saying to her.  What the hell does she want?

Rhea lips loosen as she draws her head back. Placing my hand on top of her hair, I hold her firmly in place. She’s always been a good sport, plus she’s under my desk and out of sight. If anything, the blowjob will help me get through this unwanted conversation with Claire.

    “What do you want, Claire?” I ask as soon as she barges in.

    “Oh, that’s a really nice way to talk to your fiancée"

Fiancée? Not this shit again.

     “I’m not your fucking fiancé, Claire”

    “I’ve just come from visiting your father, He still wants us to get married” she says smugly, coming to sit on the corner of my desk. Let him fucking marry her. All my life that prick has tried to control me.

My angry eyes meet hers. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that, but that’s where my compliments end, because she has an ugly heart.

    “We’re no longer getting married, so give it a rest, will you? My father has no say in who I marry”

She folds her arms over her chest and pouts as crocodile tears appear in her eyes. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I have to suppress an eye roll. Who’s she trying to kid? I’ve known this woman for most of my life and she doesn’t have a sympathetic bone in her body. I’ve seen her work this bullshit with her father. She can turn her tears on and off like a damn tap.

    “You can cut the hurt act too. That shit won’t work on me”

Rhea lips curve into a smile around my cock as a muffled giggle escapes her. It sends a vibration down the length of my shaft. Clearing my throat, I loosen my tie.

    “I want my damn engagement ring back, Damian!”  she says, stamping her foot like a child.

Christ, I think I’m gonna blow. Shit, not now.

Being the head of a global security company, I’m trained to stay cool under any situation, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to pull it off this time. 

    “You’ll  be waiting an awfully long time, sweetheart, because I have no intentions of ever marrying you aga……”

 Fuck. Here it comes. My hands fist in my short dark hair as I tilt my head towards the ceiling. 

    “Sweet Jesus” I groan as my orgasm shoots through me.

    “Damian. Are you okay?”

I can hear the concern in Claire’s voice as she hastily makes her way around to my side of the desk. I hear her gasp when she sees my pants around my thighs and Rhea on her knees under the desk. My cock is still in her mouth. I have to hold back a laugh when Rhea gives her a little wave.

    “How could you? This shit is going to stop when we’re married. Do you hear me?”  Claire screams, turning on her heel and running for the door. Rhea and I both burst out laughing when it slams closed behind her.

I push my chair back and stand to pull my pants up. Holding my hand out, I help Rhea to her feet.

    “That was awkward” she says, making me chuckle.

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Hours later, my office door flies open again. The floor to ceiling windows behind me rattle as the handle hits the adjoining wall with a loud bang.

My head snaps up in annoyance. Great, my father. He only ever comes in here when he’s pissed and wants to rant. My guess is Claire went home and had a little cry to Daddy.

    “Have a seat, Father” I say sarcastically as he sits in the chair opposite me without waiting for an invitation.

    “I want her name. I’ll fire her immediately”

    “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I say as I settle back into my chair and casually fold my arms behind my head.

     “Don’t play dumb with me, young man. This is a business, not a damn whorehouse” 

    “You’d  know all about that”  I mumble under my breath. My father’s been seeing whores behind my mother’s back for as long as I’ve been old enough to know better. Does he think I’m stupid? At least I don’t have to pay women to have sex with me.

    “What's that supposed to mean?”

    "Exactly that. If you weren’t married to my mother, I wouldn’t give a shit about what you do, but the fact remains you are”  The disdain in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed as I watch him squirm in his chair. 

    “Don’t try to turn this around on me. I want her name, and I want it now” 

I have to repress my smile when I notice his face turning red.

    “You can’t fire someone who doesn’t work here”

    “What do you mean she doesn’t work here? Who was she then?”

    “She works at the coffee shop across the street”  I lie, because I don’t want Rhea to lose her job. 

    “You should go there some time. They give great service”  I don’t know why I get pleasure out of getting under his skin, but I do. Not a nice thing to say about your father, I know, but I lost all respect for him years ago.

    “There’s  nothing funny about this” he yells, slamming his hand down on the desk. “Why I thought you could run a multimillion dollar enterprise, I’ll never know. You’re just as useless as your brother” 

My knuckles turn white as my hands clamp onto either side of the desk in an effort not to wring his fucking neck. 

I lean towards him. “I’m  doing a hell of a lot better than you did when you were in charge. This business has grown by fifty-seven percent in the two years since I’ve taken control, and it continues to grow daily” 

My father leans back in his chair, clearing his throat. He has no reply to that because he knows I’m right. Nobody could run this business as well as I do.

After looking down at my Rolex watch as I stand and grab my jacket off the back of the chair. This conversation is over.

    “If you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch”