Chapter 5

Crazy. That was the only word to describe Ollie. Even as he sat in his boardroom full of his directors the only thing that he could think of was June.

What had she done to him?

The kiss. He hadn’t for a second forgotten the lust-trenching kiss. That left him breathless and wanting more. It left him aching for more. It kept replaying in his mind. All he had to do yesterday was imagine that soft plump lips of hers on his cock and that was it. He shot out.

June had reduced him to a man controlled by his urges. And her constant rejections made it even hotter for him. Where was the fun in it if she didn’t at least pretend to resist him

He hadn't met girls that resisted him. June was the first. He knew damn well that he was hot. And he could bring any girl to her kneel. They were ready and willing to take his cock. They rushed him like a beacon. And it was annoying.

Until he met June. At first, He’d thought she would be easy. But from time to time she had rejected him. And it made him more determined to get what he wants from her.

Ollie haven’t made any progress until yesterday. Damn. Her kiss was all he needed. Her moans were melody to his ear. Her ass on his palm was exhilarating. And when she grounded against his cock. He could write an essay about it. And that had further revamped Ollie’s claim that for him to get out of this slump. He needed to have her. All of her.

If Maeve had n’t interrupted them. He would probably have got what he wanted and she would be fucking out of his system. He would be back to normal by now.

He was supposed to be the obsession, not the other way around.

“Mr. Ollie…Mr. Ollie.” A low vague voice plunged into his ears.

“Boss.”

Ollie sat up in his seat. Blinking to reality. He said. “Good. It is nice—.” His voice trailed off.

He blinked his eyes and zoomed in on the display on the media screen. “No.” That wasn’t the construction company he had hand-picked yesterday.

Blame June not him.

His fingers slid over the smooth surface of the screen attached to the U-shaped table that sprayed around the conference room. He didn’t pick that one on the media screen.

All eyes were on him. Look what June had done to him. Making him look like he wasn’t prepared for the damn meeting he called himself.

His hands stopped when he came across it. Relief showered over him. He adjusted the knot of his tie before speaking into the microphone. “Slide fifty-six.”

He nodded his head when the presenter opened that slide. “Yes. That one.”

Mumbles filled the room as people discussed his choice of contractor. He knew there was going to be opposition and he was ready.

“Down contractors have been chosen for this job and they will be the best for it.” Charles spoke, the second largest shareholders in Ollie’s company. If Ollie wasn’t starved of investors when he started the company he wouldn’t have let a man like Charles invest into his company.

Of course. Charles had chosen a contractor without his knowledge for a resort that was his. Ollie smirked. “Without my knowledge?”

“I have been in resort business for a long time. I know what I am doing. I don’t want to disturb the president over something that is trivial as choosing a contractor.” Mr. Charles spoke in the most obnoxious tone. He wanted to punch him in the face but he feared it would lead Charles fragile body into a coma. He was quite streaked of age.

Half of the audience hummed in agreement and Mr. Charles’ eyes scrunched into a Wrinkle.

Ollie clenched his teeth. Mr. Charles had meant that he was an amateur. The last part of his words was to make it look less like an insult.

“It is so nice that you thought of me,” Ollie said. Sarcasm in his voice. “Pity. I had already gone through the troubles. I have interviewed all the construction companies and—.” Ollie points at the screen. “Omega constructions is the best for the job.”

Mr. Charles's old ragged voice crept into the air. “Omega is a new company trusting them with such a big project would lead to big problems. Down is still the best for this project.”

Anger bubbled down Ollie’s nerves. But he’d learned to control his anger with his time spent dealing with old geezers at his father’s company before he branched out to start his own.

“Isn’t Down your in-law’s company?”

The silence that followed was loud. He tilted his head slightly waiting for Mr. Charles's next response. Though he doubts if he would have a good comeback for Ollie.

Ollie had always involved himself in every resort management in his company. To allow people that are based on merits to get the job and not people with connections.

“Even if it is owned by my in-law. They are still the best. And they are the oldest construction company in this field”

About time they closed up.

“Is that so?” Ollie cocked his head and rested his hands on the desk.

“Yes.”

“Isn’t Down also with the highest tax evasion issues? Fraud and embezzlements?” Ollie leaned into the table.

He wondered how that company was still standing with the amount of embezzlement case that was discussed on the news daily. They covered it everytime from the public. But not from him.

Voices erupted. There was no coming back from this.

Ollie cleared his throat and the room died down. “Does any other person has a different opinion from mine?”

No one ever had a different opinion from his. Except for Mr. Charles who wanted to use Ollie’s company as a venue to save his in-law's dead company.

“Good.”

Ollie shifted his seat to the back and stood from it. He adjusted his suit and tie. Sound of chairs creaking filled the room as the others followed suit. One hurdle down. The resort would begin construction as soon as possible.