CHAPTER 2

( Jordan’s POV)

The elevator dinged open and I stepped out, my secretary trailing behind me. My phone had been glued to my ear and my mouth was moving as I spoke to a client. As the CEO of Salespush Textile Ltd and one of the youngest billionaires in America, I own chains of businesses all over New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. I was the only heir to my father who was also a billionaire.

"We will meet next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll ask my secretary to book the appointment," I finalized as I continued walking towards my office.

"Alright, thank you," I uttered and disconnected the call,, after hearing what the person on the other side said to me. It was only 11 am and I had already attended two business meetings one within the company and the other outside.

I just returned to my office with my secretary, Chloe, whose hands were filled with files. She didn't look happy because of the loads of work she had to do before the close of the day.

"Get the work done and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Chloe," I stopped walking and instructed her before opening my office door.

Chloe nodded and walked to her own office in the opposite direction.

I heaved a sigh of relief as I entered my office. I was exhausted. It had been three months since I last had a good time. The workload was taking a toll on me, and just the day before, I was feeling feverish.

When I approached my seat, I slumped in it and twirled the chair around after letting go of my coat. I knew this was what it took to maintain my position as the former youngest billionaire in New York and one of the youngest billionaires in America, and I kept doing it. I didn't want to disappoint my father who thought I couldn't maintain this position without his help.

I had always attended business meetings, strategized new ways to move my business forward, and thought of new ideas to invest in as well as established new companies in different parts of the world. I had already dominated America and China, while India and the Philippines were my next target areas. I had a big dream, and I was willing to achieve them all, no matter what it took and how long it would take me.

The chair stopped twirling, and I opened my laptop to begin work as usual. The last time I had gone to a party with Richard, I knew I wouldn't have time for such again for the rest of the year. My work didn't give me the time to enjoy or have fun. I was always working, even while at home.

I was going through some files online when I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Tessa walked in gracefully. The door opened again, and Chloe, my secretary, burst in.

"I told her not to come in, sir," Chloe explained, breathing heavily.

"It's okay. You can go," I told her. She nodded and gave Tessa a cold glare before walking out.

"Hello, Jordan," Tessa smiled and walked up to me.

"What are you doing here, Tessa?" I asked with all seriousness. Her presence would distract me from my work.

"I came to see you, baby boy," she rounded the table and stopped right in front of my desk. "How is my baby doing?" She touched my mustache, and I hit her hand away in annoyance.

"I thought I told you off the last time. And how many times have I told you not to barge into my office the way you like?"

"Well, I knocked before coming in, didn't I?" She flashed me a smile.

I watched her carefully. Her lips were painted red, and she was wearing a blue long sleeves with a black skirt that was way too short. I knew what she was here for. To seduce me as always. I had never seen Tessa with a dress above her knee. She was always in dresses that barely covered her thighs and buttocks whenever she bent down.

"Get out," I ordered.

"What?"

I gazed at her, wondering why she found my order surprising. This wasn't the first time I was asking her out. "I said get out, Tessa. I'm busy."

"I know you are busy. I can wait for you or come back later," her voice was low. This was her trick. She knew how to get me.

"Don't wait. Just go."

"Really?"

" Really. Tessa, please excuse me." I tried to control my anger. She was becoming unbearable.

"What if I don’t want to excuse you?" She folded her arms, looking defiant and ready to dare me to throw her out.

"I am going to have to call the security if you don’t ....." I was cut short by her next action.

She unbuttoned her shirt, showing her cleavage. Her boobs were big and she bent down a little to give me a clear view. She brought her tongue out to lick her lips. I found the action arousing.

"You were saying something, Jordan." She jerked me out of my reverie.

"Uhmm, yes. I asked you out." I mumbled, trying to compose myself. I could feel my erect bulge already.

"Oh!" She stood upright. "Alright", she picked up her bag which she had dumped on the seat opposite me. I didn’t notice she came in with the bag.

"I'll see you around then." She swung her hips as she cat-walked to the door.

The night with that girl at the club three months ago had woken up something dead in me. My sexual urges came back since then and they were stronger now. I found myself having sex with any girl that I could find.

What I did was ask Richard to bring a girl to my suite for a one-night stand and I would dump her the next day, but ever since the night with Tessa, she kept coming back for more. She had made my fantasies of having sex in the office come true.

I was too aroused to think of my ego right then, so I called her back. "Wait."

I saw the smirk on her face. Her trick had worked. She was gradually becoming a thing around my neck.

'Well, I have nothing to lose. When I am tired of her, Iwill dump her,' I said inwardly.

She turned around slowly. "Did you call me back?"

"Stop being sarcastic and yes, I called you," I growled in irritation.

I stood up and she ran into my arms.

"I knew it. I knew you couldn't resist me." She became giddy with excitement.

I was tempted to push her away to prove to her that I could resist her, but I was damn horny, all thanks to her. I had to swallow my pride to get what I wanted. She was a beautiful woman, but I felt nothing for her.

"You are always here when I need you," I said instead and kissed her. She moaned loud and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. Our lips moved in sync and with urgency. She was a wild girl.

With her clothes off, I turned her around so she would face the table. I began to realize my fantasy again with her as our moans filled the room for more than half an hour.