One night with my mean billionaire boss

       “Hey, you awake?” he called, his warm hand trailing down my back, taking the sheet with it, making my skin tingle and stopping just above my bottom. 

        I smiled. 

       Finally, I had sex with someone and I didn’t feel like shit after. I finished with another person, and it was incredible, I was satisfied.     He was the one. This hot man in bed with me is the one I’ve been looking for. 

     I never would have guessed it would be a man like him. I knew it the moment he touched me and whispered in my ear. The sea of people laughing, drinking, dancing, or shouting all faded away and it felt like we were the only ones there. It wasn’t my scene, but I promised myself to go out and look for a stranger who could make me feel good and desired. I wanted to experience the lovemaking they write in books even if it was once. I almost backed out, but my best friend: Stella wouldn’t hear any of it saying I made the decision and I had to embrace it. So I did. 

     I had been dancing for a while when I felt someone move in behind me. “Hey,” he said with his lips at my earlobe in a deep, gravelly voice and I shivered. I looked into his dark almost black eyes and didn't need words to understand what he wanted. He took my hand and led me to the third floor which I learned from Stella that only the elites have access to it. I knew it was careless to just go with him, but even if I wanted to I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to refuse him. 

     And now, several hours later I'm in bed with him naked, satisfied, and at ease. And it wasn't just the sex. It was him. His whole being. 

     I was on my belly in bed, my cheek on the pillow with my head turned away from him. I turned my head in his direction and looked up at him. 

      Dark unruly definitely sexy hair, dark almost black hard eyes that indicate that he doesn't smile much, a beard that looked like it had its own maintenance routine, broad shoulders that I could see even through the custom-tailored suit, ripped chest and the rest of his body was hard and strong something I knew because I'd acquainted myself with every inch. 

     He was simply beautiful, perfect, and most definitely not my type and I never would have imagined that a man like him, pristine, serious, bossy suit and tie would be my type. But now that I found the man of my dreams I knew he was perfect even though my fantasy was just for tonight. 

    “I'm awake,” I whispered because a whisper was all I could manage. My throat was hoarse from screaming. 

      His hand lifted to smack my ass lightly before he said, “Time for you to leave darling, the fun is over.” 

     I blinked repeatedly while the rest of my body froze. I couldn't believe my ears. 

     He moved. 

     He exited the bed, snatched his cufflinks and Rolex off the dresser, and snapped them on. Then he sauntered to the door, didn't even glance back as he said, “Leave your number and close the door on your way out, you can do that much, Right? 

     He swung the door open and disappeared behind it. I jolted in shock as it slammed shut. 

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    It was eight thirty on Monday morning when I ran to the other side of the biggest marketing company in the country because I had just been told I would be a temporary assistant to the CEO as his former assistant was on maternity leave. 

    I was breathless by the time I entered his office. “I'm really sorry sir, I was just informed that I'll be filling in for your assistant a while ago, it won't happen again. I'm really sorry." I apologised over and over because I heard he has little tolerance for lateness, even though I'm not at fault he's still the boss. 

      He had his back to me, and I noticed there was another person in front of him. It looked like they were making out. I was apologising for being late and he was making out with someone. I couldn't believe it. I cleared my throat to get his attention. 

      He turned to look at me, and I couldn't believe my eyes. It's him, the same guy I met last weekend that rocked my world, and proceeded to throw me out like I was some piece of garbage. His eyes hardened when recognition dawned on him. “Out,” he said, still staring at me like I was his biggest enemy. Maybe I was given that I just interrupted his make-out session. 

     The brunette wrapped her arm around him. I guess she's a bit slow. 

    He slid his hands off her. “I said out,” he repeated before she realised he was talking to her.    She couldn't hide the hurt on her face, and begrudgingly packed her stuff and waved at him as she headed out, but he was done with her. I knew this because he wasn't paying her any attention and had his angry eyes on me as he buttoned up his shirt. 

      “What are you doing here?” he asked. 

         I stared at him, flustered and fired, I finally said. “I work here.” 

       “You what?”

       “I work here.” 

        His eyes did a top-to-toe then he repeated after me, “You work here.” 

        “I was told your personal assistant was on leave. I'll be your temporary assistant.”

      He stared down at me and didn't look any less unhappy. In fact, he looked even more unhappy. 

       Then he stated, “You are shitting me.” 

       I fought against biting my lip, succeeded, and shook my head.

     Apparently, Knox wasn't a big fan of working alongside women he had slept with. Or, in my case, slept with and kicked out of his bed.”

      I found this piece of information interesting, not in a good way but it was interesting nonetheless. 

      Then Knox announced, “You don't work here anymore.” 

       I blinked up at him as my hand automatically reached out and grasped the chair in front of me. 

      He is ridiculous.