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2025-08-18 22:07:53“What?” I whispered
“Not good,” he practically growled. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“About what?”
He strolled over to me and leaned in and I realised he was getting angrier by the minute and I have to admit it was a little scary.
“I didn’t know you worked for me, but there’s no way you didn’t know I was Knox Carter. I know your name,” I admitted. “But I don’t recognize you.”
“I do not work with women I’ve slept with,” he said and that was when I realised he was utterly serious.
“But,” I started when I could speak again, “it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t recognize you.”
“There’s no way,” he returned.
“I swear, I didn’t.”
He leaned even closer to me and growled, “I don’t believe you.”
“Okay,” I whispered because he was now definitely scaring me.
“I do not fuck anyone who’s got my signature on their paycheck, “ he stated clearly and I was thinking of what to say and how to say it so I don’t lose my job. I couldn’t believe I thought he was beautiful. Perfect. The man I’d been looking for. Boy was I wrong. Very, very wrong. He wasn't. He was a billionaire, the CEO of this company and he was downright frightening.
With effort, I pulled myself together.
Then I told him, “Okay, it's solved. A mistake. We forget it happened and since it's never going to happen again, we move on and you don't have to break your no sleeping with employees policy.”
“We forget it happened?’ he asked, looking even angrier.
“Uhm….yeah,” I answered.
“The rule’s broken, no going back,” he returned.
“It's not broken,” I told him.
“It's broken.”
“It isn't.”
“It isn't?”
“It isn't,” I stated and he opened his mouth to speak again, his face hard and I quickly went on to explain. “Okay, you said you don't sleep with anyone you pay. I work for your company, but not under you directly. So, I don't have your signature on my paycheck, and erhmm….
“I know what you taste like.” He informed me of something I already knew, and he said it like it was disgusting.
That was an odd and slightly rude thing to share, so I had no response.
“And what you sounded like when you come.” He continued being rude. This was not getting better, and I bit my tongue to stop myself from talking back.
“And how fucking needy you are,” he went on. You think you can be around me all day, and I won't want seconds. You're fucking mistaken.”
I blinked.
Then I asked quietly. “What?”
“Darling, you are the neediest piece of ass I've had in my bed in a long fucking time. I got a taste for needy, you think I'm not going to take it?”
Now he was definitely being rude.
“I'm not needy,” I whispered.
He leaned back. “Lord, you fucking are. So needy, you nearly wore me out. And, darling, that's saying something.
This was already not fun, and it's getting less fun by the minute.
Can we not talk about this? We most definitely cannot talk about this. That works for me. You didn't leave your number before you left on Saturday, so give me your number, leave and I'll call you when I'm in the mood for you.
Oh my God. I can't believe he just said that.
I felt my anger as my entire body solidified.
“Did you just say that?” I asked when I got my lips moving again.
Give me your number, leave, and I'll call you when it's time for us to play again.
He did just say that because he just mostly repeated it like it's the most normal thing in the world.
“You are a jerk. I whispered.
“Hey……
“Do you even know my name?”
“Who cares? We don't need names,” was his unbelievable answer.
“Totally a jerk.” I kept whispering, and he crossed his arms on his chest.
“Two choices, give me your number, get out of here and wait for my call, or just get out of here and don't come back. You have 10 seconds.”
“I'm not leaving,” I told him. “I'm waiting for you to give me work-related orders then I'll start working.”
“You are not gonna work here,” he returned.
“I am,” I shot back.
“No, you aren't.”
“I am.”
“Darling, not gonna say it again, you aren't.”
That was when I lost it, the last bit of patience I have left in me I lost it and I don't know why. I wasn't the type to lose it.
But I lost it.
I planted my hands on my waist, walked up to him, and stood on tiptoes to get in his face.
“Now, you listen to me, almighty Knox Carter,” I snapped. I need this job. I was giddy with excitement when I was informed that I'd be your temporary personal assistant. I didn't know you were such an asshole. I can't afford to be fired. I can't wait a month or longer to find a new job. I need to work now.” His eyes burned into mine, but I kept on talking. “So, you are good-looking, prim and proper in your suit and tie. You were attracted to me, so was I to you. We had sex. Lots of it, and it was good. So what? It's in the past. It wouldn't happen again, ever. I'm going to come into work, do my job, and as my boss, you sign my paychecks. Other than that, you don't exist for me, and I don't exist for you. Whatever we had, it's over so I'll be working this job. It shouldn't be so hard to cooperate since we are both adults.
I stopped talking and noticed how heavy my breathing was. I also realised his eyes were still burning into mine. It was obvious he was still angry, but there was also something else there, something I couldn't recognise because I didn't know him that well. But whatever it was, it was scarier and more intense than him just being angry which, honestly, was scary enough.
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