Damon curled a hand into her hair and pulled back, savouring the startled yelp she let out and the exposed line of her throat. He took the opportunity to bite down on her pulse, feeling her heart rate spike beneath his lips before licking a stripe over it to soothe the sting. "Beg me to make you come, Mia." She scoffed. "In your dreams, maybe." *** Mia Grace's life would have been picture perfect if not for her new boss, Damon Rossi. Hes demanding, insensitive but also completely irresistible. After Damon Rossi returns from his trip to Spain, he fills the position as the new CEO, replacing his father. Mia expected him to be sweet and kind like her, also a lot older but he's completely opposite. Almost instantly, she hates the man yet lusts after him all together. As they continue working together, everything around them is put to test, from their will to remain professional to their feelings, desires, only to reach a point where nothing ever will be the same again. ***
View MoreMia made her way back down to the ground floor where the mailroom was located. It is a busy spot with lots of people going in and out on a regular basis. After all but one constant was sitting at the desk, happily humming to some song that she didn't recognise, shuffling through paperwork as though he would never want to be anyplace else.
She stared at the man before hurrying up with her work even though she's met with a large grin.
"Not so bad, was it?" Sean asked, a glint of mischief ever-present in his eyes. It was about his humming. She knew that.
"Not at all, Sean." Mia lied while trying to get her work done. It shouldn't be her responsibility for crying out loud. There are so many people in the office, but she got entrusted with that. With a sigh she stared at the light beeping, her insides curling with the clock ticking.
"A woman after my heart. You are the only one who appreciates my talent, Mia" Sean exclaimed like the overdramatic man he was, throwing his arms in the air. Sitting in the tiny stuffy office making copies of each and everyone from the floor does that to you. It's not a glamorised job, after all.
"Yeah, yeah" Mia answered, although she can't seem to get her head around his words.
Just then she heard the door push open. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed Lizzie. She was also working as a receptionist in the same office.
"Hey"
Lizzie shyly smiled. "Hi. Is Mr Rossi in today?"
Sean made a noise. "The big boss?"
Mia swallowed the little extra moisture in her mouth from thinking about those bright green eyes. The way they stayed on her. The way they widened and flared every time he's irritated. She never saw him smile. Bet he would look mesmerising with those eyes crinkling. His deep voice, so high strung and harsh, that almost made her insides melt.
No! She cant be having such kind of thought about her boss. That's not very professional.
"Not the only thing that's big about him" Lizzie wriggled her brows, leaning back.
"Christ, Lizzie, you can't just say that," Sean made an affronted noise.
Mia flushed at the implication. She had nothing to add to that aside from the fact that she understood the appeal alright.
Damon Rossi, her boss, was everything a woman would want. Rich, witty and the CEO of one of the biggest companies in New York. Except charming. He severely lacked that. And always had a blank face and never smiled, also yelled at her a lot. The list could go on.
Lizzie giggled. "He's really fit," She commented
nonchalantly. And of course, her interest was immediately piqued.
Mia wanted to know what's so appealing about him that charmed Lizzie. Not that she's interested or anything but merely curious. Focusing her eyes on the receptionist, Mia rolled her lips between her teeth.
"I mean have you seen those arms? They're so powerful and big like I want them to hold me up while he fucks me against the wall. Or any surface, really. I just really want his dick."
Mia snorted at that, resisting the temptation to imagine her boss. "You've been here for what, two months and already you want to fuck our boss?"
Lizzie shrugged. "Who wouldn't want to?"
She got the point. Mia hated that the receptionist got a very valid point with that and instead collected her copies and walked out of the room. Time to face the music.
***
"Hello, Miss Grace" Damon was standing by the door to her office, his body pressed against the edge of the door. His voice was sharp, lips pressed together as his eyes raked over her body. A shiver ran down her spine at those moss green eyes following her.
Mia has been having the worst day. After spilling water on her cell phone and somehow getting tangled in her bedsheets, she fell face first. As if that wasn't enough, she had a flat tire and had to take the subway, which made her few hours late. Like a fool, she kept the work of getting copies until last minute and was just done with them. Now she had to put up with Damon Rossi like a cherry on the top.
Mustering a polite smile, the twenty-five year old replied the usual "Good morning, Mr Rossi", hoping he would respond with his usual nod.
"Good Morning?" He scoffed. "More like 'good afternoon' Miss Grace? What time is it in your little world?"
She clenched her eyes shut. Oh, so he caught on that.
Mia couldn't help but think back to the day she was offered the job. It all started with a simple suggestion from her friend Jane, who knew several people who worked for the company and insisted that she could pull some strings to at least get Mia an internship. For a student struggling to make ends meet in New York nearly screamed in excitement.
The Rossi Group was one of the biggest companies in the world. There were multiple branches everywhere, including LA and London, but the main branch, or what you would call headquarters, was right in the heart of New York.
At the age of nineteen, she was already accepted to be interviewed for a paid internship during the fall semester. Everything that she had dreamed about since she was young worked out in her favour. Days after her interview, she got an email that summoned her to one of the tallest, most well-known office buildings in New York, at 8 am on Monday morning.
Years later and she still worked there. Only with a new boss now.
She blinked at him, aware of his icy gaze. He was much taller than her, and, before working for him, Mia had never felt so small. In order to meet his eyes, she needed to lift her chin to look at him. That clearly satisfied him if that certain sparkle in those green eyes was anything to go by.
"I had a disastrous morning, Mr Rossi. Rest assured, it won't happen again." She swallowed, relieved that her voice came out without shaking.
Mia has never been late before, but of course, her boss had to make a scene the first time it happened. Why can't he let it go away? More than a hundred people were working on the very floor, under him, but somehow he always took delight in targeting her. Walking past him, she put her briefcase and coat on the desk and turned on the computer. She tried to pretend he wasn't there, standing in front of the door, watching her every move.
"A disastrous morning is a great description of what I had to go through in your absence. I did your job and mine this morning. I'm sure that even with a disastrous morning, you would be able to get here at eight, Miss Grace. Some people start working even before breakfast."
At that, she lifted her head to face him as his eyes judged her with his arms crossed over his chest — all because Mia was few hours late.
It was difficult for her to look away, not to stare how that dark suit wrapped his broad shoulders. Heartthrob was such an understatement when looking at him; he's dressed in a designer suit, with a flashy gold watch (that must've cost more than her apartment) fastened to his wrist. His black leather boots with a pointed heel. Under the piercing sunlight accompanied with the glow in the room he gleamed, his silky brown hair styled very casually. Like he had tugged on them one too many times.
But of course, he had to ruin the moment by opening his mouth: "I hope you know this is the last time you are allowed to do this. Consider yourself lucky that I'm not firing you for your tardiness."
Son of a bitch.
She cleared her throat. "Sorry, sir. I understand the sacrifice you must have made to answer your calls in my absence. Like I just said, won't happen again."
"Exactly, it won't." He replied, with the pretentious smile firmly in place. If only he kept his mouth shut, he could be perfect. A piece of tape would solve the problem. "And just so you don't forget about this little incident, I would like to see the whole situation of our three projects on my desk. And then you'll make up for this morning by doing a presentation in the conference room at five."
Her eyes widened. Before she could open her mouth to argue he was already out of the office room. He knew very well that she had just started this project. She still had months to prepare the slides after the contracts had been signed, which had not happened. They hadn't even been drafted yet. Now, with everything else thrown in her lap, he also wanted her to arrange a presentation. The way she hated him!
Cursing under her breath, she opened the project file and started working.
***
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/A few months later/Mia woke up with the sun rays in her eyes and her entire body feeling wrung out, sore all over. She contemplated rolling over and going back to sleep, because, her limbs ached all over. All thanks to the person sleeping next to her. Staring at the small alarm clock on her bedside, the assistant was able to conclude its noon and that she's only had a good five hours or so.She was wrapped around Damon, who was snoring peacefully into the nape of her neck.Turning over in his arms, she studied the curve of his mouth, set in a faint pout, the tiny crease between his brows that suggested he's fighting the pull of waking up. If Mia's mouth didn't taste like bitter grapes, she'd kiss him until they're both sleepy and loose with it, would get her mouth on him, slowly and languidly, all the time in the world, with neither of them having anywhere to be for the rest of the weekend.Just star
/HIS POV/Mia was grinding on him. Pressing her body against him sensually. It turned him on. At least enough people were dancing in the room that they're somewhat shielded from close inspection. Marginally. Even though stupid fucking Jake seemed to be staring at Damon, but he's getting kind of used to that. Whatever. He was enjoying it, embracing it with all his heart.He let Mia tip her head back, falling on his shoulder, while his eyes drifted to seek out Jakes gaze. Deliberately, he pressed himself into the grinding. The CEO didn't want to invite him in the first place, but Mia insisted they make it right and also they were friends now.The platinum blonde guy twisted his mouth and turned away.Damon wanted to laugh, wanted to throw his hands in the air. Instead, he twirled Mia in the circle of his arms and gave her a slow, lazy grin. She grinned back, her hair clinging
Mia couldn't believe it. She froze mid-sentence, interrupting a story about her messing up with Jane's hair dye and accidentally adding violet colour. That was years ago, and they laughed about it alright more like Mia laughed while her friend could stop screaming at the mirror. It was hilarious at that time. They are all over it."That's..." The assistant trailed off as she stared at the person she admired a lot—her idol."Noah Parker," Damon supplied brightly, an amused quirk to his lips. "And his wife Melon, if I remember correctly. Let's go say hello, shall we?"Or maybe it's time for Mia to hide in the bathroom and scream instead of welcoming the guests while drunk out of one's mind. In her defence she’s happy and never thought that in a corporate party she would be able to meet Noah Parker who happened to be an A list actor. And man of her dreams. Who invited him?
Mia went back to Damon's place. She couldn't withstand knowing that he's upset with her. Also, the assistant missed not being with him. The last two days were agonising trying to think about the every moment she wanted to hate him. There weren't many to start with. By the end of the first day, she's exhausted and just wanted to forget about it. Hence the lunch date with Jake.He's not at his place. Her boss would never make it easy for her. Mia drove back to work, trying not to scream in the void of the car.The assistant knocked on the door very well seeing the stiletto of her boss through the tinted glass door. Damon tilted his head and motioned her to come into his office. Taking a deep breath, she pushed at the door and stepped in. The CEO was not looking pleased."Hope you had an amazing lunch date with that douche," He muttered in a low voice, once she was in earshot."What wa
When her doorbell rang, she knew. Somehow in the middle of brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror, Mia knew that its Damon on the other side of the door. The thought caused her to breathe deeply and freeze in her spot until the next one rang more urgent and loud. Keeping the hairbrush on the table, she rushed towards the door, her heart in her throat the entire way. Why was he here? What did he want now? There was no way Mia wanted to see him after what he did. Where was her friend when she needed her? Maybe she should have asked Jane to stay over. With hesitant breaths she opened the door and wanted absolutely nothing more than to jump into
Mia called a cab. She couldn't drive back anymore, suddenly feeling numb all over. The assistant couldn't believe this was happening to her. And all that within a day of getting back from Los Angeles. What about all those promises Damon made to her? Did they mean nothing? Her voice modulated from tears during the call; thankfully, nobody on the other end said anything. When it arrived, she hurriedly slid into the backseat and nodded to the driver. When the car started, the assistant broke down in tears and started crying. Silent, heavy tears weighed down by the incident she noticed just ten minutes before.It was done. She let Damon go. She'd never ha
/His POV/As soon as Damon got back to his place, he had several messages waiting for him. The usual business stuff but the messages from Lily stood out the most. He couldn't ignore them. That's why he called her urgently, not caring that it was seven in the evening and she must be busy elsewhere. If she had to leave that many voice mails it must be important.Like he guessed she was busy and told him that she'd come the next morning with breakfast.Damon was jet-lagged, and he couldn't muster himself to call Mia, knowing very that his assistant was tired as well. She pointedly glared at him as they exited the aeroplane and asked him to let her rest. Last time he checked, she was the one who wanted to ride him during the journey. How was she blaming him for her fatigue?The CEO knew better than to argue, so he simply let that go and promised to see her next day in office. ***A
"I still can't believe you just – abandoned me," Jane grumbles now, voice a bit high.Mia tried not to roll her eyes as she treaded lightly across the plush white carpet in their break room. For a change, they decided to stay back in the office and have lunch instead of going out. That was all her idea. She had just finished her work and then thought of whipping up some sandwich for Jane and her self. After all, Mia didn't have a boss to give her orders and demand ridiculous things.That's right. Damon didn't show up to work. It was taking everything in her, not just to quit working and show up on his door. What good would that do anyway? She can't abandon her responsibilities as he did. So the assistant dropped him a mail asking about his health while also informing about his cancelled meetings."I didn't abandon you, don't make it sound so dramatic. I went away to work with my boss."
"Move over; I want the aisle seat" Damon happily obliged, dragging himself over to the other seat. Even though they were the only ones in the entire jet, Mia loved to be demanding in the morning. She plumped down next to him and let out a big chunk of air."I'm so tired" She moaned. "And we've got a six-hour flight in front of us."Unwisely, they'd decided to pull an all-nighter the night before, laying on the bed and gazing at the stars in the sky. Now, ten am LA time; they hadn't had a proper lie down for sixteen hours.Mia didn't bother to get ready at all. Her hair was messy, and she was wearing a baggy grey hoodie with shorts, the most comfortable you can get for a flight. After they drove back to the hotel, she didn't have much of a choice than to pick the first outfit that looked cosy. The assistant pushed the chair to handle up and leaned into him. Damon carefully ran his finger against her loose stra
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