Plan To Fuck Me?

Amelia's POV

Guess who was super excited to go to work for the first time since I started working for that man. Me!

Not only did he ignore my existence the whole day, but he also didn't bother me. Somehow that made me feel weird, but grateful too. He stopped with the ridiculous tasks as well.

After work, I received a text message from him.

“My office.” Vague as hell, but I knew what he meant.

“Oh, what happened to your office, Sir?”

“I expect you here within the next two minutes.” I scoffed.

“Maybe say please.”

“I'm waiting.” How typical.

“I won't come until you say please.”

“Suit yourself.”

Asshole. I rolled my eyes at his text. I bid goodbye to my colleagues before heading upstairs to his office. I let myself in of course to see him standing, just staring at me. I couldn't tell what was running through his mind, but I knew he was definitely mad.

“You spent ten minutes instead of the two I gave you. You know how I feel about lateness.”

I nodded my head and walked towards him with a defiant smile since it's fun to push him to his limits.

“You're not the boss of me beyond closing hours.”

A smile formed on his face just then as I reached him.

“That's correct. Well, we are leaving for my place.”

“Oh, really?” My eyes immediately lit up with a stupid smile. Why did that excite me so much?

He didn't respond. He just started walking out and I was to follow behind him. I mean I could've just waited downstairs. Why stress me out like that?

We got to his car and he ordered one of his guards to drive my car to his place, while I sat at the back with him in his as we zoomed off.

We weren't even trying to be discreet. No, not me, him. I surely did hide my face to the best of my abilities when we stepped outside together.

Just when I thought money couldn't move me anymore since I could have anything I wanted, we arrived at his mansion.

It had to be a tech mansion, clearly newly built with the best materials available to mankind. It was incredible, big, wide as hell. How could he live here alone? What's his point? This man definitely had more money than I could ever count.

We got in, and he decided to hold my hands like we were some couple. I mean, things were fine until we entered the living room and met a woman there. He immediately froze, removing his hands from mine in an instant.

“What the fuck, are you doing here?” He roared so darkly, fear rippled through me instantly. My heart dropped right to my stomach even though I wasn't the one he was yelling at.

Then I noticed the woman looked just like him. His…sister? Then she confirmed it

“Brother Dane, please, just–”

“No, no, you don't get to call me that!” The man was practically screaming at this woman, and I just stood, stunned and actually scared for my life. I mean, I knew he had the tendency to be this insane, but witnessing it almost made me shit my pants.

Then she dropped to her knees. She looked poorly dressed. Malnourished, amongst other things. It was quite shocking.

He absolutely wasn't moved as she kept begging him. It was all too confusing.

“How did you find out where I live? Who even let you in?”

He just turned around, then ordered the guards closest to us to pick her up and throw her out.

My hands flew over my mouth in disbelief as they did as he ordered without a single remorse or sorry bone on him. When she left, I immediately asked him why he did something so mean. I mean, she looked starved!

“Why would you do that?” He didn't even look at me, he just started going upstairs and I followed because I was curious.

“That's not your business or your place.”

“But–”

“Like I said, it's not your business or your place. Let's get to work.” We reached his very ugly bedroom where he removed his tie and suit jacket. I just stood by the door, glaring hard at him as he had his back to me. I was too sick to my stomach.

“You know what? I don't want to do this anymore. Whatever the fuck this is.”

“Walk out that door then.”

“Is it a threat?” I scrunched up my face in displeasure as he finally turned to face me with the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. I got confused. He didn't even seem to notice how hot he was looking.

“Yes. I'm obviously threatening you to walk out and see what happens when you defy me and do that.”

“You'll order your security to throw me out once I do, and I won't like how you'll do it.”

“Precisely. I've always told you how smart you are.” A sick smile formed on his lips, one that turned me on.

“Okay, well I don't want that to happen to me.”

I then walked towards him and when I reached him, I pushed him onto his bed, raised my skirt as much as it would allow before I straddled him.

We were now so close, my breathing doubled. As I started looking at him, I wondered if I could handle him.

I rubbed myself against him slightly. He grew hard instantly. God, I couldn't wait to have his full length deep inside me.

“Hmm. Good,” He groaned, throwing his head back slightly as I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and started running my hands through his beautiful chest. Fuck. So smooth and hard, muscles. So ripped, full packs. He definitely did too much exercise.

“You've made the right choice. Keep my family off your mouth and mine, and you'll do just fine.”

I nodded my head, entranced. I was long way over that. I'm sick too after all. I actually didn't know anything about this man. Crazy.

“Notice how I didn't stress you out today?”

“Yes. Thanks.” He's so self aware. Good for him. He suddenly grabbed both my hands and stopped me from continuing what I was doing, breathing right into my face.

“I don't do anything for free.” I felt a drop of wetness.

I just nodded as he let me down, turned me around so my back was to him, and dragged down my skirt. It dropped to the ground and he removed it completely and tossed it aside.

I was wearing a red thong. He touched me right in the middle, running his hands through my pussy from the outside for a second, causing me to shudder and moan like I haven't been laid in a hundred years. His touch was everything. I couldn't fucking breathe.

“Mhmmm. Beautiful.” Then his hands came down on my ass.

“Ouch!” I yelped.

“Shut up. You liked that.” Damn. I did. He spanked me again, and I swear, I was so close to coming apart right there with just little effort from him. I've never felt this way with my former boyfriends.

Just when I anticipated more, he pushed me aside and completely took off his shirt.

He stood up and started heading back down, leaving me there, needy. What the hell? What is he doing?

I followed because he's successfully turned me into a follower. Other men I've been with were always eager to put their hands on me wherever they could reach, even though they never really satisfied me.

Not this man. I've made myself so shamelessly available, yet he was fucking me up.

I met him in the kitchen, preparing ingredients to…cook? What?

I snapped. Of course I did.

“Do you plan to actually fuck me, though?” I instantly asked once I reached him, frustrated and close to losing my mind.