Billionaire's Obsessed love

Chapter 8

“There’s nothing for us to talk about,” I respond in a waspish tone because he called me idiot..

“Amelia!” mom continues her scolding. “Now that’s no way to talk to your boss. It would do you well to be grateful he’s still trying to let you keep your job given the way you are acting all insubordinate. This is your boss!”

“mom, you don’t know him!” I protest for all the good it is doing me. The man has weaved some sort of spell over her and she refuses to listen to a word I am saying.

“I forgot to put some items on that list,” mom remarks. “I’ll run on down to Walmart and pick them up. Also give you two some time to talk.”

I begin to panic, wanting to ask her not to leave me here with him but that’s rather childish.

“Thanks for being so understanding, mom.” Daniel smiles fondly at her.

Mom? Mom? How dares he call my mother mom? I fume silently as my mother beam and starts out of the kitchen.

 “Amelia, don’t forget what we talked about this morning,” she comments before walking out.

What we talked about this morning? How does that relate to Daniel? We had spoken about relationships and the only relationship I want with Daniel Lucas is the one where he is my ex-employer. Nothing more.

The front door closes, announcing mom’s departure. My whole body is rigid, ready to flee as I become conscious that I am now alone with him. I want to run after mom, jump into her car with her and drive away. Away from him and the confusing things he makes me feel for him. Even at this minute, I am furious at him but can’t help feeling a little excited at the thought that could mom be right?

Is he attracted to me and I am not reading his mixed signals right? I couldn’t believe that. I sense nothing from this man but contempt for me. Why make the life of someone you are attracted to a living hell?

“You ran out on me,” he says in a steely voice. “You thought I wouldn’t know what you were up to?”

“I didn’t run out on you,” I refute his claim. “I resigned. You have my resignation letter on your desk to prove it.”

“You’re forgetting something Amelia silly girl. I didn’t approve your resignation letter.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you do. Threaten me all you want, I won’t let you intimidate me.”

With one long stride he has me cornered, the imposing wall of his chest to my front and the kitchen sink to my back. I think about running to the left or right but he places his hands firmly on the counter top either side of me, trapping me within the imposing box of his masculinity.

“You’ve not begun to see intimidation yet, baby,” he hisses at me and my belly bottom drops at the term of endearment. By the way he says it, is unflattering. “I get you not showing up for work but why leave your apartment? Why leave your city and run halfway across the country? Are we playing Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf?”

He does seem like the Big Bad Wolf right this minute the way he is staring at me like he is going to snap my head off my body.

“I- I wanted to see my mother,” I respond, licking my lip nervously. He is too close and I am not sure how much longer I could manage breathing with him so close to me. We are almost chest to chest.

“You’re lying. Honesty isn’t your strong suit, is it Amelia?”

I confirm his prognosis by blushing bright red.

“By the way you should know Amelia, anywhere you go I’ll find you,” he threatens in a quiet voice. “It might not be as quickly as I found you today because you were dumb enough to leave your computer screen up with your flight information on it. But even if it takes me a whole damn year, if you run to the ends of the earth, I’ll find you and bring you back. Understand? He said angrily.”

Fear runs through me and I shudder. I would think he is joking but the look in his eyes says he is dead serious. His face is hard and unreadable.

I snap and push hard against his chest. “You’re insane. Please go away.”

He takes both my hands in his and holds them to his chest. “Be honest with yourself Amelia. You don’t really want me to go away do you? There was a part of you waiting for me to find you, wasn’t there? Weren’t you disappointed for the last couple of days when I didn’t call you and demand you return to your job?”

I swallow hard and try to pull my hands out of his but he isn’t about to let that happen. Suddenly he lets go and I feel disappointed but before I could register why I feel that way, he takes my face between his hands and his lips claim mine.

The touch of his lips against mine is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. His lips are softer than they seem when you look at them. They cling to mine, sucking on my bottom lip, teasing my mouth open. On a gasp, I involuntarily part my lips and he plunge his tongue into my mouth. Waves of ecstasy roil around in my belly. I feel myself falling so I grab hold of his shoulders as he deepen the kiss.

Daniel crushes me to his chest while pressing me back into the kitchen counter. He cups my round bottom, lifting me slightly, fitting our pelvis together and his arousal presses between the V of my legs. Breathless, I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his shoulders and tentatively insert my tongue into his mouth. He sucks on the tip of my tongue and each tugging motion pulls at my womb.

I run my hands down his chest, gasping at the rigid muscles I come in contact with. Oh God, what is this man doing to me? I can’t think. My brain scrambles from the myriad of sensation he is creating inside me. I want to feel him more intimately against me. My breasts ache and the n*****s are hard, seeking for attention.

“Daniel,” I moan into his mouth.

He wrenches himself away from me so suddenly, I almost fall from the loss of contact. I clutch at the counter behind my back to support the weakness in my knees. He looks unperturbed while I am quite shattered by the kiss we just share.

“I’ll be back tomorrow at ten,” he announces. “Be ready for us to leave for Detroit. And Amelia, don’t think about running if u did then I kill you. Next time, I’ll not be so understanding.”

He walks out of the house and I sag against the counter, my hand going to my kiss-swollen lips. Daniel kissed me. And I kissed him right back. The ache between my legs and in my breasts remind me of his body press up against mine. I plunge trembling fingers through my hair, my body shaking.

Just what have I gotten myself into?

Five minutes after ten. I sigh in relief. I’d been stupid for packing and he isn’t here. I didn’t take him for someone who disregards time which means he probably had time to think last night and realized how ridiculous he was being for insisting I return with him to Detroit. A pang of disappointment makes my heart heavy. I’d thought…

I push the thought from my mind. I’d thought nothing. Daniel had kissed me yesterday. So what? He must have kissed dozens of women in his lifetime and he is still a single man. Why should I think that kiss yesterday means anything to him? It doesn’t mean anything to me either.

But I am lying to myself. I’d never been kissed like that before and last night as I lay in bed, I’d relived it, my body aching so much that I’d had to pleasure myself. I’d not done anything of the sort since being a teenager but last night, pent up with s****l frustration I’d had to.

I go over to the mirror and scowl at myself for taking extra care with my appearance this morning. The black and white sleeveless polka dot dress with pleated skirts and V-neck reaches mid-thigh. With It, I am wearing a pair of black wedges. I’d plaited my hair in a single French braid over one shoulder and curled the tendrils of the hair that escaped from the braid about my heart-shaped face.

“You’re so foolish, dressing up for him,” I scold myself. “You’ll never be anything more to him than just amusement.”

I grimace at an upsetting feeling in my tummy. I’d not been able to eat this morning and I’d thought it was nerves but now I’m beginning to think it is something else. My mother and I went out last night to a seafood restaurant and now I am wondering if I’d eaten something that wasn’t wholesome. This morning when I’d gotten up, my face had been clammy with sweat.

My heart skips a beat when I hear a car driving up to the house. My eyes automatically go to the clock in my bedroom. He’s late. Fifteen minutes after ten but he’s here. What does that say? Nothing. Except he really is desperate for a PA who already is familiar with the running of Daniel’s Publishing. And the kiss? I’d rather not analyses that. I still have no idea why he kissed me. Probably noticed my attraction to him and wanted to it to humiliate me.

A car door opens and closes. The doorbell rings and I close my eyes. mom would get it. She thinks I don’t know what she is doing but I do. She has her two closest friend from the Bridge Club with her, drinking tea in the living room and gossiping. The minute they came over at nine I knew they are here to get good look at my handsome, rich boss.

Last night, I heard mom on the phone talking about him, about how dashing he is and so polite and kind too. I scoff at myself. If only she had an inkling about the true Daniel.

After a few minutes passed, I decide the introductions would have already been done so we could load my suitcases in his car and get going. I leave my bedroom, wheeling my suitcases behind me out into the hall. I could hear chattering and laughing coming from the living room so I head in that direction.

Why I am not surprised to see Daniel sitting between mom’s two friends on the sofa? Margaret and Dottie. Both women are staring up at him with adoring eyes. One would have thought him to be the much-touted Messiah. I scowl at them all sitting there acting like he is some kind of saint.

“Daniel, your mother was right,” Dottie says to me and she touches Daniel’s arm, the shameless flirt she still is at sixty-five. “You’ve got yourself one fine man here.”

 “He’s just my boss and nothing else,” I correct her, going to perch on the armrest of the sofa where mom is sitting.

“If I have a boss like this, I’d come out of retirement,” Margaret adds with a giggle. I couldn’t believe the way these older women are acting and fawning over him. He is a good-looking man but he is no Prince Charming.

“And I’d hire you in a heartbeat too Maggie,” Daniel responds to her statement. “I’m sure you’d give some of the Youngers gals at the office a run for their money.”

Maggie? Not even I call her Maggie. How did Daniel get that privilege? I sit there watching as he charms and flirts with the women, winning them over with a lie because this isn’t who he really is