CHAPTER 2 - I don’t want to be a dad
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Ashiya
“How dare you give me a hickey, Savas?”
I growled as I inspected a red mark at the side of my neck. It was visible because I was wearing a V-shaped dress. I don’t want to put my hair down because my skin was a bit sensitive even when it was my own hair so I always wear them up.
After an hour of romping in the office, I had to pry his hands away from me. He was a bit clingy after s**x, telling me how much he missed me because I didn’t want to have virtual s*x with him a few days ago. We only had an hour before the office hour starts and I have to brief Damon while eating breakfast.
I was in a bind. I couldn’t leave the room and face my colleagues in this state. They would know right away that they did a session in his office. I wanted to bawl my eyes out because my dress won't go back to its decent state no matter how hard I tried. I would probably be stuck in the bathroom unless I get a new decent dress or get a green concealer to hide it, according to my best friend who was an expert in makeup and s**x. I didn’t have both. My extra dress was something light as well.
A knock on the door distracted me in my thoughts. "Get out of there, Ash. What's taking you so long? The food will get cold."
“I won’t face other people and show them your hickey like a badge of honor. They will know what we did right away.”
“And what? You will stay there all day?” He knocked again, more urgent this time. “And besides, they already know that we are together.”
It was followed by a chuckle and it pissed me off. He had no pity for my predicament. Sure, their “relationship” was no secret. They were dating. Damon doted on her in public. But when it comes to their workplace, I still had an image to uphold. I am there to work and not to f***k the boss.
I want to kill Damon for putting me in this situation. Again. And for an organized person like me, I would have preferred it if I was prepared for it. Yes, even for an office interlude, there are usually repercussions and I don’t want to be caught unaware. This is an epic fail on my part.
Good thing my makeup was perfect. It was a creation of my friend and she joked that it was created for strenuous events. It doesn’t wear off even after having s*x and is very popular with p**n productions. Well, it served her purpose whenever Damon surprised her like this. And my hair’s bun was easily fixed. Only the hickey was giving me trouble.
“You have a lot of new dresses in my cabinet. I bought you some new ones in Milan. You haven’t worn the ones that I bought last time.”
Open the door and gave him a sharp look. “I like the ones I bought just fine.”
Although I accept little gifts from Damon, I am not comfortable wearing them in the office. I felt like he is buying me. We argue a lot about that. He said that my pride is too high when he only wants to pamper me. While I have an issue when men give me gifts and do me favor, even from the man I like. Yes, I am too independent and full of pride, just like that.
“Ashiya, you don’t have to feel like I am buying you. You are my woman and my executive assistant. I want you to look your best because you represent the company. Your image matters a lot.” He pinched her chin affectionately. “Hmmm… As your boss, cover that hickey ASAP.”
He had a point. Some of my colleagues receive clothing allowance. He was generous and even got discounts for his workers and their families in different clothing stores and fashion boutiques. Those were well-accepted, of course.
I breathed deeply and slowly let out my breath. “Fine. I will wear the one you bought in Tokyo." I don’t know if he deliberately bought the navy blue penny knitted turtleneck dress so that he could put a love bite on me when it suited him. I also took the olive green suede boots from the shoe rack. I love it but my pride always stopped me from taking it. Well, due to an emergency, I would definitely indulge.
"Now, that's more I like it," Damon murmured in admiration when I joined him in his office. He was sitting at the coach and the food I ordered for breakfast was served at the small center table.
My eyes squint when I remember the discarded price tag. "Too expensive, Damon. I feel guilty wearing it."
He got up and put his hand on mine. “Feel no shame, Ashiya. The days you had to scour second-hand shops to obtain quality, cheap clothing is long gone. You are a promising assistant who helped me close multi-billion dollar deals. I consider you as my partner just what I had promised you when I took you away from Astra. Let me take care of you."
I was working my life away two years ago, paying off my father's gambling habit. Damon, on the other hand, came up with a wonderful offer, paying off my debt and giving me a hefty stipend and bonuses in exchange for working for him. I needed to get away as soon as possible and accepted his offer before he changed his mind.
I could confidently say that I paid up before we had an intimate relationship. Although letting someone spend money for me stings still and being thrifty is something that’s ingrained in me.
I tiptoed and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you for taking care of me. I do appreciate it.”
“Give me a proper kiss of appreciation, please.”
I put my fingers on his cheeks and delivered a kiss that slowly drugged him. He simply allowed me to kiss him and take the lead. He did not dominate as he is used to. He was just indulging himself.
He was a serial womanizer even before I met him. He didn’t do relationships. It was a miracle that he was able to stay with her for a long time. I had been together with him for more than a year. There was a time that I was waiting for the moment that he would dump me. The other people around us were wondering as well when my expiry date would be as Damon's fling. One year had been too long.
But his heated kisses and the way he ferociously takes me during s*x were proofs that the fire they had would keep on burning for a long, long time.
He growled and I felt his hand crawling inside my skirt. I slapped it away. “We can’t keep doing this inside the office.”
Don’t s**t where you eat, that’s my motto. But I broke it for Damon Savas. And even in the office that I considered as a sacred place for a workaholic like me, I couldn’t say no to him. I wondered if he put a spell on him but he definitely had a charm. But I would like to believe that what we had with each other was more than just physical attraction. We went through a lot.
He pulled my waist and settled his head on my shoulder. “But I miss you. I told you to come with me to Milan but you still prefer to work here. I am jealous.”
“I still need to work here. I am more needed here. You have other assistants.”
He had assistants who came before me. There were two of them and they were both men. I was told that he didn’t get a female assistant. I was the only exemption.
He yawned. “You are still the best one.”
“See? You should have gone home and sleep instead of coming here and…”
“F.ucking you?”
“Such a foul mouth.” I put some sanitizer in my hand and sat on the couch before we forgot about breakfast, but refused to meet his teasing eyes. My cheeks were becoming hot. He was too much of a distraction.
“And you still blush like a virgin.”
My lips were pulled tightly into a narrow line. “Well, you should be resting now. You are tired. Eat your breakfast.” I passed the sanitizer to him and gave him a warning look. If he would keep on teasing me, I won’t get any work done.
“You made me sound like a frail old man. Are you questioning my virility? I can go for another round.”
“No. Sleep and take a rest. I don’t want you to get sick. Let's eat. I know how much you hate airplane food even if you fly first class.”
I passed the plate of fried rice to him. “I love it when you treat me like a baby and take care of me.”
“You are too old to be my child." He was thirty-four years old but there were times that he was like a three-year-old clingy boy, hungry for my attention and care. “But my sister told me that I will be a great mom although I am too domineering.” We lost my mother when I was just sixteen and I had to take care of her while my father disintegrated.
“You as a mom?” Damon let out a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t see you as someone who is fond of kids. You are too dedicated to your work.”
Ouch! That stings. I hate it when someone tells me that I can’t do it.
I lifted my chin in defiance. “If other women can be a working mom, I can do it as well.”
His eyes bulged in shock. “You are considering having a child? This is new.”
“I’m open to it.” And I took a bite of the dumpling.
Yes, my career remained my top priority. But things won't stay the same indefinitely. I was able to support myself now and I could live my life the way I wanted to. I would eventually start a family or possibly have a child. I’m not getting any younger.
“I don’t want to be a dad. I don’t want to have a child.”
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