After Hours

Devon's POV

Devon Kingston

I rub the sleep from my eyes. Jeeze, how much did I drink last night? Judging by the face of the girl laying next to me, I would have to say too damn much.

Leaning forward, I try to nudge her awake. I've already got a driver on standby. So I shoot him a quick text.

Brodie, I got another one for you. She'll be down in half an hour.

The nameless girl rolls over, flashing me a toothy smile, mascara rubbed off under her eyes. I rub my eyes again. What the f**k happened?!

Better make that 15 minutes.

"Time to get up, sweetheart. I have to go to work."

She tried to bat her false lashes and do a little shimmy with her nonexistent chest. "You sure about that, daddy?"

"Yep. I'm sure. There's a driver waiting for you downstairs."

I glance at my watch. It's only five in the morning.

And you need to hurry. I didn't realize it was this late. I make a show of grabbing some random clothing items and haul ass to the bathroom, locking it behind me.

I take a quick shower, brushing my teeth twice to get the smell of alcohol and stale p***y off my tongue. By the time I finish, my phone bings on the counter.

Brodie: All clear, boss.

The man was a damned saint. I make a mental note to up his salary. Booty call pick up and delivery was not in the original contact.

I still don't have to be at the office until nine. So I spend an hour in my personal gym, take another shower, and spend some time enjoying some mind melting social media with my morning coffee.

I'm out on my expensive Italian leather shoes to go with my even more expensive Armani suit.

I'd honestly prefer jeans and a t-shirt. But, I've built a multi-million dollar company from the ground up. Something I've learned, if you wanted to be treated rich, you gotta look the part. I glance at my polished look in my mirror. Not bad for a poor kid with no college education and a single parent household.

I took alot of s**t to get to where I was, so I make a point to rub the naysayers noses in it every chance I get. And always remember to take care of my mama.

My mother cooked and scrubbed toilets for an asshole just like me. Only difference is, he didn't know how to treat good people. And my mom was a good person. So, when I made my first million, I bought the asshole out of business. And later bought his house dirt cheap and gave it to mom. I won't ever forget the sparkle in her eyes as I handed her the keys to the kingdom she had been a slave to for so long. Now she's the queen of her own castle and wants for nothing. Save for her baby boy to settle down and give her some grandbabies. And... that's never going to happen.

Around nine fifteen, I step off the elevator to my private offices on the eighth floor of the building that I owned. Hearing the normal 'morning Mr. Kingston' as I pass through the lobby to my office.

There's a woman sitting at a desk just to the side of my office. I immediately recognized her from her old fashioned wardrobe and messy bun.

"Morning, Ms.Harris."

I give her a cordial nod on my way into my own office and firmly shut the door behind me. I need to have my space when I first get to work, which I am sure Ms. Harris has been very well informed of my routine.

On the desk was a manilla file holder and a steaming for of coffee. I flip through the pages.

Itinerary with today's date.

List of calls that need to be returned/ calls that were already handled.

The last pages were new and prospective property investments.

What was this girl OCD or something?

How early did she get here?

Around eleven-thirty, my phone rings for the first time all day.

"Yes, Ms. Harris?"

"I was just checking in, sir. Your lunch has arrived, did you want it now? Or would you like me to hold it for later?"

I laugh. "You're mistaken, I didn't order anything."

"No, sir. I did."

This chick is unbelievable. I didn't know if she was trying to be professional, or just kiss my ass because it's her first day.

"Go ahead and bring it in. I'm just finishing up, anyway."

She brings in a take out bag from my favorite Thai restaurant. Settling out all of the items across my desk.

I noticed she had a pretty nice pair of t**s hiding under that ugly sweater she was wearing. I'm a guy, I can't help it.

I watch as she leaves, the swell of that round ass could be seen from outer space.

It had me thinking about my mousey, frumpy, secretary in ways that I shouldn't. Her face was pretty too. Behind those large framed glasses, she had some pretty brownish-green eyes.

And she obviously knows how to run an office. I've only had phone calls from her, and it was minimal. I found it myself, for the first time in months, finishing work early and working on some of my neglected clients that took a back burner for a bit too long.

By the end of the day, I feel a sense of pride at how much I've accomplished. Kinda like I used to feel when I first started in this brutal business. Another first, I actually leave work a few minutes early.

"Have a nice night, Ms. Harris. Good work today."

I head for the door. On second thought...

"Ms. Harris, would you like to join me for a drink?"

I can tell by the look on her face, that I'd already f****d up. I'd already crossed that invisible work boundary. And I couldn't take it back.

She smiles politely, "No thanks, I still have to finish this itenerary for tomorrow. Maybe another time?"

"Yeah, maybe. Hey, make sure you're putting in your overtime."

I walked out quickly, before I made a complete ass of myself. That is, if I hadn't already.