Hired by the Billionaire

CHAPTER TWO : TENSION AND TEMPTATION

It being a week of working with Damina and the thought of there first meeting hasn't left her mind, fortunately for her he hasn't behaved in any strange manner.

Serena stepped into her new office space, exhaling the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.

She ran her fingers through her hair, silently begging her racing heart to calm down.

No matter how hard she tried to focus, her thoughts kept spiraling back to one thing Damian Blackwood.

The memory of him pinning her against the closet wall on the first day of there meeting.

sent a shiver down her spine and a heat pooling low in her belly.

Get it together, Serena.

She shook her head and buried herself in the paperwork on her desk.

But just when she started to find her rhythm, the telephone buzzed sharply, yanking her out of her daze.

“I need you,” came the deep, commanding voice that made her stomach twist in knots.

Damian.

Her heart stuttered. She stood reluctantly, wishing fate would throw her a bone maybe a fire drill, a power outage, anything to save her from seeing him again so soon.

But no miracle came. She walked toward his office, her hands trembling slightly as

she knocked.

“You sent for me, sir?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Check this document for errors,” he said without sparing her a glance, his eyes glued to his laptop as if it were his only concern in the world.

But Serena couldn’t look away from him. God, how could someone be that hot?

His sharp jawline, the flex of his muscles beneath that tailored suit, the veins on his hands that looked like they knew exactly how to touch a woman.

She bit her lip, her mind wandering to places it shouldn’t.

She imagined those large hands running over her skin instead of typing, those thick fingers sliding inside of her instead of hitting keys.

“You know…” Damian’s voice snapped her out of her fantasy, “…you can just ask for it.”

Her eyes widened. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she turned and practically fled his office, slamming the door behind her.

She collapsed into her chair, breathless, God, pull yourself together, Serena.

Just as she tried to dive back into her paperwork, the sound of heels clicking against the marble floor drew her attention.

Serena looked up and froze. The woman was breathtaking. Silk-pressed brown hair fell perfectly around her sculpted face, and her body looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves.

Her red designer dress clung to her like a second skin. She looked like the kind of woman who belonged on magazine covers or gracing the arm of a billionaire.

“Who are you?” the woman asked in a soft but icy voice.

Serena opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Before she could gather her thoughts, the woman walked right past her and into Damian’s office like she owned the place. Of course, Serena thought bitterly.

That must be his girlfriend.

A sharp pain shot through her chest strange, unfamiliar, unwelcome. Why did it hurt to see her walk into his office?

Benita threw the office door open, drawing Damian’s attention. “Hey baby,” she purred. “Did you miss me? Because I missed you.”

Damian’s face tightened in irritation. “Who the f**k let you in?” She ignored his tone and moved slowly toward him, her hips swaying like a temptress on a mission. “I have a lingerie shoot later today.

Thought you might want a private preview.”

With one slow, deliberate motion, she peeled her dress off and let it fall to the floor. Red lace clung to her body like a second skin, her n*****s pressing against the fabric as her chest rose and fell.

In one sultry move, she swept the papers off his desk and sat on it, legs spread wide, her lingerie shifted aside as she slowly slipped her fingers between her thighs.

Damian didn’t stop her. His jaw clenched, watching the scene unfold.

Lust burned in his eyes, but his mind was somewhere else distracted. Still, when she moaned his name, he stepped forward, tugged her closer, and slid his fingers inside her.

Her moans echoed off the walls like the sound of trumpet.

Outside, Serena approached the office with the finished documents in hand. But the second she heard the breathy moans from within, her feet froze.

She didn’t need to open the door. She already knew. Her stomach twisted. Her chest felt heavy. She turned on her heel and walked back to her desk, face pale, throat tight.

She couldn’t explain the ache blooming in her chest, or the jealousy crawling beneath her skin.

A few minutes later, Benita emerged, hair scattered, face flushed, body gleaming with sweat.

She gave Serena a smug, cutting look. If looks could kill, Serena would already be buried six feet under.

The phone rang again. Damian’s voice was as cool and unbothered as ever. “Come to my office. Now.”

She entered quietly, avoiding his eyes. “Here’s the document, sir,” she said, her tone clipped.

For a moment, Damian couldn’t meet her gaze. There was a flicker of something in his eyes was it guilt?

As she turned to leave, his voice stopped her.

“You can call it a day. "She nodded, left the building, and walked home like a ghost.

Once inside her apartment, she finally let the tears fall. She collapsed onto the floor, heart heavy, chest aching in ways she didn’t understand.

The image of Benita moaning under Damian burned in her mind, taunting her.

Then came the memories her mother’s lifeless body, the screams, the man who stole her innocence at just sixteen years old.

The past slammed into her like a freight train, and the weight was too much to bear.

She crawled under her bed and pulled out a small kit. Her trembling fingers reached for the blade. With each small cut, she cried her eyes out. But this time, she went too deep.

Her vision blurred. Blood pooled around her. The darkness came slowly, and then all at once.

Somewhere across the city, Damian sat in silence completely unaware that the woman who had started to haunt his thoughts, might not live to see tomorrow.