My Terms

Dylan's POV

She opened the door for me with a look of annoyance or maybe, disgust? on her face, but I was more than ready for any confrontation. I know her better than she knows herself, whether she'd like to admit it or not.

"You do know you shouldn't be here right now?" She said as I walked in, "We are business partners, but this isn't in any way part of business."

"We were more than just business partners at one time, weren't we?", I smirked.

"Oh my gosh! That was ten whole years ago. Can you not bring that up?" She slammed the door behind her in annoyance.

"Well, you can't blame me for remembering our beautiful past, Miss Jason." I said as I took a seat by the table.

"Can you please just leave already?!" She paced the room muttering stuff to herself, one of the things she did when she was pissed. My eyes watched her full boobs with pointed nipples, bouncing up and down as she marched round the room.

When she looked up at me and noticed where my eyes were, she stopped moving and folded her arms angrily over her breasts.

"You can't be serious, Mr. Scott. It's bad enough you came here this late, yet, you're harassing me with your eyes."

"Harassing? Stop sounding so dramatic. I was just looking, that's all. No bad thoughts or intentions."

"No bad thoughts indeed," she rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you should leave before my boyfriend gets here."

"Your boyfriend? You're joking," I laughed, "There's no way you have a boyfriend with this bitchy attitude of yours."

"Maybe I'm just being a bitch to you though, who knows?"

"That would be extremely childish of you, Miss Jason. You're a professional."

"I'm the childish one? You stormed over here because I hung up on you, yet I'm the one acting like a kid."

"Yes," I smiled, enjoying her annoyance, "By the way, when was the last time you fucked a man, Miss Jason? I think you need a good thrust in that pussy of yours and I could help."

"Oh please, stop being such a sick asshole. I could go to a nightclub nearby and get any guy I want if I needed that."

"Why go to a nightclub when I'm right in front of you babe? I might be a sick asshole but I'm also the first man to taste that sweet pussy of yours and make you cum. I could do that again now if you let me."

"Thank you for your kind offer, sir." she said in a mocking tone, "but I'll have to decline. Now, I'd like to know why you're really here."

"Would be nice to fuck again though," I leaned forward, "but I'm here to talk about business. You should sit down too, this might take a while"

"I'll sit when I'm ready to."

"Suit yourself babe," I sighed, "I'm here to make an interesting offer, Miss Jason." I opened my jacket to bring out our contracts.

"What are those?" She asked while having her seat beside me.

"Our Contracts."

"Our contracts? What for?"

"For your plans that will supposedly make me look like a better person to the world."

"Not supposedly, they will give you a better image." She scoffed.

"Yeah, whatever. I thought about it a lot and I've decided to work with you but I'm going to do that on my terms."

"Wow, really? That's great, where do I sign?" she said sarcastically, "I'm the one that's going to change your life, so forgive me for asking almighty Mr. Scott, why should you be in control?"

"Stop whining like a kid and read it at least."

She reluctantly opened a page, reading out loud, "Miss Mia Jason, agrees to work with the client, Mr Dylan Scott, during and outside work hours." She scoffed and glared at me. "During and outside work hours? You want me to spend my free time with you?"

"Those are my simple terms, Miss Jason."

She slammed the contract shut. "Simple my foot. I'm not interested and I won't be reading the rest."

"Interested or not. You're going to sign it. If you don't, I'll really be an asshole by not doing those interviews you lined up for me and then you can kiss your career promotion dreams goodbye."

She went pale after I said that.

"I know you need me to boost your career, Mia. I need you to spend your free time with me too, so let's help each other out and get what we both need."

She shook her head and sighed. "You're just.....You're so despicable and disgusting."

"Yes yes, I know all that already. You won't be the first or last to call me disgusting, can we move on to the signing part?"

"I'm not signing that shit, Mr Scott. Please get out of my room, Now!", she pointed towards the door angrily.

It was already too late, so I decided to leave. For now.

Before I left, I placed the contract on her table, so she'd be bothered, and then made my way to the door. I grinned, knowing she'd sign that contract in the end, but I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard her mutter, "I sincerely hate you, Dylan. I hate you."

I turned around and said," I couldn't care less about what you feel for me Miss Jason. I believe I made that clear years ago. You can continue hating me and hate me even more, but go through the contract."

"Of course, you couldn't care less. I was just a fresh, tight, sex toy for you to play with then."

I ignored her and turned back to leave the room. "I'll be in my office by six and I'll be expecting the signed contract from you. Try to get some rest if you can."

I shut the door behind me and smiled as I heard her scream out in frustration. This is going to be fun.