The Possessive CEO

 "Ok Angela, remember, first impressions last." I tell myself as I step out of the grey taxi. I brush at my peach work dress, making sure I look my best for the first day of work as Mr Cross secretary. I fix the skinny black belt around my tiny waist, because it is feeling slightly uncomfortable. I gaze up at the four story glass building that is now my work place. "This is it." I say to myself before walking off. “Hey lady, are you gonna play?" The cab driver yells after me. I hurry back to his car, take out a 20 to give to him.

When I get home, I lean on the door, biting my lip, trying to hide my smile because one thing is for certain: Mr Cross wants me. He proved that by taking me home and the questions he asked only show that he is interested in my life. He can have me in all and every way. I don't intend to hold back myself from him.The door bell rings, causing me to jump. I drop my handbag, not understanding why I am panicking.I open the door with a gasp, because there he is, Mr Cross.''Can I come in?''"I- y-'' I find myself stuttering and subliming over my words.He flashes his sexy lopsided grin, then pushes past me.''Nice place.''"Thanks, though I'm sure it is nothing compared to where you live.''He gives a rich laugh, ''I think I rather it here. It's quaint and cosy as how a home should be.''''I guess it is lovely then,'' I said, eager to agree with him.I stand there awkwardly chewing on my thumbnail, while Mr Cross gaze

After we land, instead of going to the hotel, Mr Cross and I went to a club. I glance at my watch to see that it is after three am. The place is loud, hectic and crowded with people well intoxicated, looking to continue their night of fun in someone else's bed.Two men and a female join us, their eyes bright, no doubt from drugs and too much alcohol, but they are still in the mood to party and so is Mr Cross as he bobs his head to the rhythm of the music.I look down at my attire, feeling underdressed in my awkward style, which, for whatever reason, I thought would have caught Mr Cross's eyes.One of the man's eyes runs up and down my body, then he licks his lips. He touch Mr Cross before whispering.Mr Cross's eyes focus in on me as he shakes his head.''Not her,'' He said loud enough for me to hear.The man lets out a loud laugh.''Let's get the party started,'' The female said, before disappearing into the crowd.Moments later, she appears again with two bottles of Ciroc; one cocon

I never get much sleep because by quarter to five, one of the man that was on the jet with us comes to wake me up. I sit up in bed feeling groggy, as this muscular man glances at me. "The boss wants you ready to go in ten minutes," he tells me. I nod, stretch, and yawn before throwing my covers off. When I get to the bathroom, I am made full aware that my eyes are red and puffy. There is also a present of a cold sore on the right side of my upper lip. I brush it all off as nothing. Hop in the shower to wash only the necessary areas, then hurry to get dressed and apply my makeup. When I am about to knock on the door, it is pushed open with Mr Cross standing there looking hot and dressed in a maroon colour three piece suit with a grey, black and white tie and a black shirt underneath. He looks me up and down, then smirks. "Good, you are ready and actually dressed well today.'' I feel like twirling in the lime green skirt suit I am wearing at the small complement. "I have a phot

As Mr Cross and I walk further down the road to the beach, side by side, people can't help but stop and stare at us.It makes me happy to see the envious looks I am getting from all these girls. I bet they wish they were in my shoes, walking alongside such a wealthy and well accomplished man, who is also a sight to behold.Suddenly, with no explanation. Mr Cross pushes me between the space of two building.I gasp, not knowing what to expect. And before I can do or say anything, his lips are on mine. Kissing me with so much hunger, I thought we would be having sex in the dark, crammed space.When Mr Cross pulls back, he glares down at me."Miss Smith, what are you doing to me?"When he moves to pull away, I pull him back and hold on to his waist."The same thing you are doing to me, you want me just as much as how I want you."Mr Cross laughs, "you poor baby. You don't know what you are getting yourself into."He brush hair from my face then lets his hand rest on my shoulder."I'm not