Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 9

The three older women hang on to his every word, asking him questions about his business and personal life which he answers.

Where did this man come from? I muse watching in jealousy the way he interacts with these women. Why can’t he be as charming with me? If he treated me like this we would have no problems. I would be willing to continue working for him.

“I can’t believe a woman hasn’t snapped you up already,” Maggie states in awe, giving his body such a thorough look, I blush for him but he only grins. “And you being such a handsome devil. Don’t tell me you haven’t realized how gorgeous your boss is, Daniel?”

I frown at Margaret for bringing me into their conversation. Now Daniel has his head c****d to one side, observing me and waiting for me to comment.

 “It’s not up to me to notice what my president is or isn’t,” I answer, getting to my feet, then directs my cross look to Daniel who looks just a little bit too comfy sitting between both women. “I thought we had a flight to catch.”

“No rush. We’re using my private jet.”

And the women start again with their chatter, wanting to know what it is like to be wealthy enough to own his own private jet.

“Excuse us a minute.” mom gets up to her feet. “Amelia, will you help me get some drinks from the kitchen?”

I follow her gladly to the kitchen, a bit sick to my stomach. If Daniel could flirt so openly with two very older women, the likelihood of him doing the same with younger women more our age is very high. Too high for my liking. I don’t like the idea of Daniel with another woman and this bothers me.

Feeling a little queasy, I rest my arms on the kitchen counter, my cheeks heating with the remembrance of Daniel kissing me here this morning. Am I hot only from that kiss or was I running a temperature? I am feeling a little hot.

“Are you okay, dear?” mom asks, getting several glasses from the kitchen cupboard and the pitcher of lemonade she squeezes herself from the fridge. “You seem a little tense.”

“I just want to go already,” I respond.

 “Few days ago you were hell-bent on coming home,” she reminds me. “Now you can’t wait to go back to Detroit. Do you actually understand what it is that you want Daniel or are you making rash decisions? Such as quitting your job?”

“I’m not sure what I want,” I agree.

“From the tension between you two,” mom presses. “I would say you want that man in there and it scares you. That’s the reason you quit your job.”

“Not at all. He really is an insufferable man.”

“Seems to me he’s exactly the type of man you need.”

“What? No way, he reminds me of my father.”

“First of all, it’s kind of unfair to compare the two,” she states. “Your father was a drunk and a coward who bullied your mother and physically abused her. I’m sorry you got caught up in all that, Amelia but not all man with a commanding presence would physically hurt a woman and I may not know him but I would be willing to bet that Daniel wouldn’t do such a thing.”

I think of the way he took me by the shoulders and grip my jaw and I couldn’t be as sure as she is.

“I don’t know mom, besides I don’t even think the man is interested.”

“And you think he’s here simply to get back a PA? You’re smarter than that, girl. Don’t lie to yourself because it means you get to stay in your comfort zone.”

“I’m not—”

“It’s evident that you’re attracted to him,” she continues, ignoring the words I was about to say. “And I’m glad it’s him. For a very long time, I worried because of your experience with your father you would just a simple, soft man to love. You wouldn’t be happy with such a man Amelia.”

“mom, you’re taking things out of proportion,” I remark, backpedalling from this dangerous topic fast.

“If you say so. Bring the tray for me, will you?”

I bring the tray with the glasses of lemonade from everyone. Dotty had excused herself to use the bathroom and after resting the tray on the center table before us, I move to walk back to sit beside my mother. Daniel foils my plan by holding my wrist and tugging me to sit beside him. My eyes fly to mom and she gives me a knowing look.

A disappointed Dottie goes to sit across from us beside my mother when she returns. The conversation continues while we sip on the refreshing lemonade but I couldn’t keep up with what is being said. I am too conscious of the muscles in Daniel’s thigh which is pressed next to mine on the couch. I am not sure if he’s doing it for spite or if it’s an accident. Whichever it is, the hardness of him just makes me more aware of myself as small and a bit helpless in comparison to his imposing figure.

“Well, ladies, this has been fun,” Daniel announce after a while, getting to his feet and pulling me along with him. He hasn’t let go of my hand since he tugged at me to sit beside him. His thumb strums against my pulse now as we get ready to leave. “I hope one day you ladies will consider coming out to Detroit,” he is saying to them. “My treat of course whenever you wish. I’ll send the jet to get you and you can stay at my hotel. Mom has my number so she can call me directly.”

“She does?” I ask in surprise and glance at the guilty face of my mother.

“Yes, she does. Now say goodbye to your mother.” 

He lets go of my hand and I embrace mom. “You traitor,” I whisper in her ear. “You’ve teamed up with him.”

“It’s for your own good,” she returns. “I like him.”

But I don’t. Hugs aside, the three women walk us out to the porch with us and I hug mom again while Axel stows my suitcases into the trunk of the car.

“Be safe now,” she cautions me. “And live a little.”

“I’ll call you when I get to Detroit,” I promise and walk towards the car where Daniel has the door open for me. “Daniel I don’t want to go with you. I’m not feeling comfortable with you.” “ “ dead it’s your problem not mine” he said rudely and pushed me in the car.. He waves to the ladies once more and slides into the back of the car alongside me. Too much to hope he would ride up front with the driver. Only one man is with him today and he could have sit in the passenger seat but who am I trying to kid? If Daniel isn’t trying to make me uncomfortable he isn’t happy.

“Alone at last,” he says, the charm he had displayed to the ladies dropping.

I hope the warmth that I feel has to do with a physical ailment and not because of the heated look he is giving me.

 I am not certain how to react with Amelia’s blatant disregard for the luxury jet and the wealth and power it shows of my status. Most working class women like her would be agog and beside themselves with excitement at being treated to such luxury. Other than the widening of her eyes at first, she does nothing other than to take the seat along the first zone where I point out that she should sit.

And yet I’m impressed with her poise. By observing her, one would never guess this is her first time being on a private jet. I am not partial to women and I have to say she’s one of the very few ladies who have ever flown in my jet and not gush about it. It confirms my suspicion of her, that she isn’t the kind of woman who is taken by material things. I find this as beautiful as I find the rest of her.

As the plane take off, I observe her, wondering what is it that’s so special about her that she has me ass backwards. It’s not that she’s extremely beautiful though she is very pleasant to look at. I ‘vent date women who were more beautiful, hotter and with more vivacious personality. Yet none of them has ever occupied my thoughts the way Amelia does.

And I almost blew it. She seems pissed at me as she stared out through the window and ignore me. She hasn’t spoken one sentence to me since we left her mother’s. I couldn’t say I blame her either. I’m aware of the way I’ve been bossing her around but I am not sure what else I can do. All I know is that that first day we met, the only thing on my mind at the time was taking over Cather’s and wondering if I was doing the right thing in assuming responsibilities of a failing publishing company. Then I’d run into this woman and the second I lay eyes on her and saw her cheeks flush, I knew something was different about her.

I enjoy parrying words with her, even intimidating her a little for her to do what I want. If she only knew I wouldn’t do any of the things I’ve threatened to do. I would have let her go from her contract but I have a need I didn’t understand fully to keep her around.

Attraction is there of course. Definitely after that scorching kiss in her mother’s restaurant the day before. I’d wanted to lift her onto the couch and sink my manhood into her body but it was too soon. I had to know if she’s as special as I think she is. Or would she turn out to be money hungry? Her actions indicate she isn’t or she wouldn’t have run away to Reading, putting thousands of miles between us.

The day I’d walked by her desk and seen the website for Southwest Airline, I hadn’t been able to resist getting a closer look. I’d noted the dates she had selected and the airport and had been furious that she was still planning to leave even after the way I’d threatened her. I could have stopped her from then but I tried telling myself that her leaving was probably for the best anyway. I couldn’t afford for distraction with a new company to run.

Two days later I was still trying to convince myself as I looked through her personal file and found out just who she had in Reading. I’d been relieved it wasn’t a boyfriend but her mother listed as next-of-kin on her file. I had the exact address where she was staying and I hadn’t been able to resist going after her.

I acknowledge the madness of my actions in leaving the business without a head of authority but the employees seemed to know their tasks. I’d left the interior decorator to designing the office exactly how Amelia had envisioned it and took the private jet out to see her. If she was thousands of miles away and I couldn’t stop thinking about her and those cute blushes of her, then I’d sooner have her around where I could keep an eye of her.

“Amelia, do you want a glass of champagne?” I ask her, to break the silence between us.

She shakes her head but doesn’t answer. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be lulling herself to sleep. I’m disappointed. I want to talk to her, to find out more about her. Why is her mother her next-of-kin instead of her parents? Why is she so skittish around me? I could understand the powerful attraction between us making her wary but sometimes she seems almost afraid of me.

At first, hearing the way Cather spoke about her, I’d thought there was something between the two which had made me very cold towards her but I soon realized how foolish the idea was.