Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 4

I can’t help being curious. What would it feel like to run my fingers tentatively along the ridges of the hard chest? Would his n*****s get all hard and sensitive like mine when he is aroused? My eyes follow that trail of hair again and as much as my brain screams to look away, I disobey and find myself eying his crotch.

Shit! Is he aroused too or is the material of his pants just close-fitting? I could make out the shape of his manhood pressed against the flap of his zipper.

I swallow hard, a trickle of sweat cracking through the foundation of my makeup. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth and my feet would not listen to my brain to run and get the hell out of there. I have nothing to say to him that isn’t in the letter.

A look of surprise crosses his features before he recovers and takes control of the situation. His lengthy strides bring him closer and that delicious tempted to touch chest of his. Don’t come any closer! I want to scream by just staring at a man’s chest, and the loss of my ability to form words.

He grasps me by the shoulder, once more invading my personal space without my permission.

 “What are you doing here?” he demands, his blue eyes flashing shards of ice.

“I- I-I,” I stammer like an i***t. I can imagine how dumb I must look peering up at him, my eyes opened wide, tongue-tied.

“Well, spit it out already,” he orders and gives me a little shake.

It’s that little shake that did it, made me pale even worse and my brain scatter. He looks furious and fear takes hold of me and what he can do to me with his strength.

“No daddy, leave mommy alone!”

“Amelia baby, go to your room.”

“No, mommy. Daddy please, please don’t hit mommy.”

“Then you’ll get it.”

I flinch at the memory of being backhanded into the wall. And I almost faint. My body sag and I would have fallen to the ground if not for Mr. Daniel holding onto me and supporting my weight.

“Don’t try that fainting bit on me,” he grounds out in exasperation. “It might have worked with Cather but it sure as hell won’t work on me. What are you doing here so early? I told you six and it’s barely past five.”

I straighten my spine, pushing the memories of my childhood away. “I- I wanted to be here early,” I lie, afraid of what he would do if he finds out the truth while I’m still around.

“You’re lying,” he says, pushing his face close to mine. I can smell the woodsy scent of his aftershave. It makes him seem wild.

“I’m not lying,” I protest.

“Prove it.”

“You tell me to be here at six. Is it a crime to want to come in early to impress the new boss?”

He remains silent as he stares into my face. I almost swoon again when he looks deep into my eyes as though seeking answers. His eyes held mysteries and- and other things I couldn’t identify. His nostril flare as though he is angry at me. Why would he be angry at me? It is his fault. Why is he at work shaving anyway? His aftershave was too strong. He must have just finished shaving.

I’ve never been in Mr. Cather’s bathroom before but imagine there must be a shower inside.

“Okay,” he concedes and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Say I believe you and that’s the reason you’re here early. Now what’s your reason for being in my office? Are you looking for something to steal?”

My face is no longer pale with this remark. I become heated at the accusation. Who does he think he is to go about making these random accusations about people he doesn’t know?

“I would never do such a thing,” I protest, trying to wrench myself out of his arms but he is holding onto me too tightly. I cannot budge. “Will you let me go?”

“Not until you tell me what you’re doing in my office.”

I decide to go with a version of the truth. “I- I picked up a letter at the front desk that arrived for you. I was simply dropping it off.”

He glances up and down my person. “I don’t see a letter unless you’re telling me it’s hidden in that dress you’re wearing in which event I’ll oblige you to retrieve it.”

“You-why you,” I stammer out.

“The letter MissAmelia or will I have to search you for it?”

“You- you wouldn’t dare!” I exclaim in astonishment.

“Watch me.”

His hands went to the top button of my dress and I wench myself away from him with such force the top button flew off. I clench the two flaps close. The V of the dress hadn’t showed any cleavage given my breasts were small but now with the button gone, the lace black bra I have on underneath is visible.

“This is s****l harassment!” I declare in outrage.

“No Amelia. You end up in my office at an ungodly hour claiming to have a letter for me which I see no evidence of.”

“Because it’s on your bloody desk,” I respond, very annoyed at the way he is treating me when he knows nothing about me.

He turns slightly and looks on the desk where the letter is lying. He looks back at me with a scowl. “Why the hell didn’t you just say so?”

“How could I get in a word when you were so busy accusing me of being a thief?”

“Well, you have yourself to blame. Now, excuse yourself while I get dressed. You’ve wasted enough of my time.”

“I’ve wasted…” I trail off, regarding the man as though he is mad. Did I hear correctly that he thinks I wasted his time? The insufferable jerk. Of all the rude, obnoxious men I’ve ever met in all my life, he has got to be the worst.

I don’t bother to grace him with a response, knowing I will have the last laugh anyway when he reads the letter on his desk and realize it is my resignation letter. Now I am grateful I came in early this morning. If I had harbored any doubt I was doing the right thing earlier, it is all gone now.

No way am I going to continue working with this new psychotic boss. Who cares that he has the body of a Greek god? He had the mannerism of a pig. No, that is an insult to pigs everywhere! He is worst.

Without a word, I walk out of the office, barely able to prevent myself from slamming the door shut behind me. I get to my desk and opened the drawers, checking one final time if I am leaving anything behind. Ah my coffee mug that I use to get coffee from the break room instead of using the Styrofoam cups they keep for staff. Much healthier for the environment than using a Styrofoam cup once every day. Even I who am not a big environmentalist know that is just too much.

Yuck! I’d been so upset yesterday, I forgot to wash my cup out. I grab the box with my stuff and take the elevator to the second floor where the lunch break is. I wash out my cup and dries it before placing it inside the box and resume my trek in the elevator to the first floor.

The security guard is on the phone talking when I step out the elevator. Before I could leave the building, he hangs up the phone and comes to stand in front of me, blocking my way. I frown at him, wondering why he is trying to prevent me from leaving.

 “Is something wrong?” I ask him.

“Actually there is,” he answers, gesturing to the box in my hands. “I’m afraid I’ll have to check the items in that box.”

“These are my personal items,” I reply. “Why do you need to check them?”

“Security reasons ma’am. You entered the building with a letter and you’re walking out with a box. I’ve to ensure nothing of value to the company is leaving with you.”

By this, I am very upset. This is the second person in a matter of minutes who is trying to make me feel like I’m a thief. I plunk the box down at his desk.

“Be my guest. As I said before, these are just my personal effects.”

I watch him go through my box, thinking he would shuffle the things around and confirm that indeed the items are not so much valuable as they are sentimental. Instead, I stare in disbelief as he slowly goes through the items one by one, inspecting it as though he believes I’ve hidden drugs somewhere in the bottom of a pen.

“This is ridiculous,” I explode, reaching for each item and dumping them back into the box. “You can see nothing in here belongs to Daniel’. Now sir, have a good day!”

I wrench the box out of his hands and made for the door again. He hurries by me to block the interest. This is not right. What the heck is this man doing? Is he trying to deliberately keep me in his office.

“Why are you trying to keep me here?” I snap at him and he flushes.

“I-umm,” he couldn’t form an articulate response.

He tugs on his ear. Definitely a tell. I remember the phone call then and instantly figure out what was going on. That was him on the phone trying to get the security guard to keep me in the building.

Without thinking, I jam the box in the security guard’s stomach, to get him out my way. I did it out of panic because I know if he should catch me down here, he will make it more difficult than it already is for me to leave.

“Amelia. My office. Now.”

I groan at the voice behind me. I glare at the security guard who has a chagrined, apologetic look on his face. As if that is going to help my situation now.

“The letter will explain everything,” I respond, squaring my shoulders for courage before I turn to face Mr. Daniel.

He is furious, the muscles in his jaw ticking. He waves the letter before my face. “This explains nothing.”

“It’s my resignation letter,” I explain though if he had read it which I am sure he had, then he would already know this. “Effective immediately. Now goodbye Mr. Daniel. I wish you all the best in your venture.”

The security guard is no longer blocking my way and I push against the door, glimpsing my freedom.

 “Amelia, aren’t you forgetting something.”