Flying the Dominant Billionaire

Leo

Kelly

She was on the verge of a blackout and dreaded her predicament. She continued to struggle against Alex’s chokehold and hit his hands with her own fumbling hands.

She knew she was losing strength, and this wasn't going to help her, but she had to keep trying. What would happen if she blacked out? Would he put her behind the bars?

As her strength failed and she started to go limp, suddenly something swished past her face. Was that a punch? Her woozy head tried to understand why she was suddenly free.

She fell onto the floor on all floors, holding her aching throat as she spluttered and gasped to breathe in. Not only did her throat hurt, but her lungs were also in agony.

She couldn’t breathe fast enough and the idea of almost passing out made her more and more anxious.

Holding her throat she turned around to look at who had punched her crazy ex. Is that Mr Leonardo Lombardi? She blinked her eyes a few times to clear the haziness in her head.

Yes, it was Mr Lombardi Junior. Sh*t! Is this going to affect my job? The guy already believes that I am a manipulating sl*t. F*ck! Why did Alex choose this place to confront her?

She tried to get up, but her ankle hurt. Did she also sprain her ankle? Unsure of her body she stayed on the floor and watched the fight unfold. It did not take long for Alex to sprint off.

She tried pushing herself up into a standing position to thank Mr Lombardi Junior and hoped David was around so she could head back to her apartment. Her fun night was over.

Thankfully, a bartender helped her up onto her feet. She tried thanking the sweet young lady, but her throat hurt terribly and only a gurgling sound came out. Good, no one heard it.

There was some exchange of words between Mr Lombardi and others around her. He extended his hand towards her. She wasn’t going to take it, but somehow she found herself stuck to his side while his hand was placed firmly over her shoulder. She was still groggy and almost fell, so she held on to him for support.

She would think about the consequences later.

She couldn’t recognise a single face amongst the people that he was talking to. It appeared to be about the fight on the dance floor. Someone was hurt and was being shifted to the state hospital emergency. Oh, God! Gabby! Is she alright?

Cops were being called. Sh*t! Where is David? Is he involved too? That could be the only reason he hadn’t come in to help her. Last time he was right there, and the guy wasn't someone to back off from a fight. The man talking to Mr Lombardi answered the question that her brain was throwing at her.

Gabby was safe, and they were going to David's ward.

When she saw those people leaving, she wanted to go too. Barbara and Andy weren’t around either. She tried to wriggle out of Mr Lombardi Junior's hold but the guy pulled her closer to him and for some reason, desire shot right through her body.

She sighed, still feeling exhausted and weak. This was neither the time nor the man she should have such feelings for. He was the top boss of Lombardi Inc. for Pete's sake! Must be the alcohol.

She needed to reduce her binge drinking now that she was growing older. She felt it seriously compromised her thoughts. But she wasn’t really a regular drinker.

This was a one- off incident just like the one where she was celebrating her winning a scholarship and later when she had graduated.

Getting this job had been so important for her!

She walked taking Mr Lombardi’s support. As soon as they were out, she would ask him to get a cab for her and she would head home. An Uber would easily drop her.

He helped her into the lift. She had started feeling better. Going out of the club and realising that she was safe helped her calm herself. She stepped away from him, balancing on her own feet. This time he did not pull her into himself, but let his hand snake around her waist and left it resting there, casually.

Even that movement made her feel weak in the knees.

Since when did she become a teenager with uncontrollable hormones? Or was it because of the alcohol and all the action at the bar?

She stood straight trying to gauge the condition of her feet

Her ankle still hurt but nothing that she couldn’t manage. She looked forward to soaking her aching feet in hot water.

They reached the basement.

“I don’t have a car. I came here with my friends.” She croaked. Her throat protested in agony, and she hated the sound of her voice.

“I know. I will drop you.” He offered in his signature gruff voice.

How does he know?

She protested. “You don’t have to. I can call for an Uber.” Ughh! My voice. She massaged the front of her neck to give comfort to the aching throat.

“No. I am going to drop you and stop arguing. It is only going to make that throat worse.” He said in his stern no- nonsense tone.

This time she kept mum. She wanted to object but did not have the energy to argue, with her throat aching that badly and he wouldn’t listen anyways. The guy was used to getting things done his way.

In one week, she had seen enough of him and heard enough from the gossip mills to know what he was like.

They stepped into the basement and he pulled her close to him again, supporting her as she walked.

“I can walk,” she tried to pull herself away. His touch set her body on fire, and she hated to feel like that for her boss. She was not going that route again.

Alex was enough of a lesson!

“Your ankle is hurt. Taking a little support will not harm you.” He chided and held her tight.

They reached a swanky yellow mustang, and she sighed, looking at the magnificent machine. The car was well maintained. Must have been a few years old. Is she going to travel in this beast? Is Mr Lombardi going to drive? Where is his driver and his Bently? So this is his personal car! The haze in her head cleared.

No way! She couldn’t take this favour. She still remembered their first meeting. Next, he would say that she staged everything to get his attention. She started, “Mr Leonardo Lom…”

“Leo”, he cut her short, and she stared at him as if he had grown two heads.

He is kidding, right? Asking her to address him by his nickname! But then, Bill did the same. Must be a family tradition.

“Yes. Aa I…”

“Say it.” He ordered, turning her around to face him directly and pushing her back against the car.

Her heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes. The Jade orbs looked dilated and dark as if filled with liquid lust. Was she dreaming? Or was she hallucinating?

“I am sorry, I can’t take this favour.” She insisted. Her voice was still croaky, but it sounded huskier. Her throat was still raw, but she couldn’t feel the pain anymore. Instead, a pool of wetness in her panties made her uncomfortable as Mr Lombardi continued to stare at her with his demanding eyes.

His hands were on her shoulders holding her in place.

“I said say my name.” He growled.

“Mr Lombardi. I need to…” She looked at his mouth and licked her lips, trying to talk. She had to get out of there or she was going to do something really stupid.

“LEO!” He grumbled a little louder.

“Aaa… Leo?” she murmured, not sure if it was going to be okay. The name rolled off her tongue like candy.

He groaned and crushed his lips against hers. The force pushed her back further against the Mustang as she lost balance. He held her by her shoulders and ass*ulted her lips.

It was a sweet onslaught. She loved every bit of it. The tingles of pain as his teeth grazed against her lips, his tongue pushed itself into her mouth, which she willingly opened. Deep down, she knew she was committing a big mistake, but it felt so right! It was like a pastry full of sinful, dark chocolate.

The mix of his heady cologne and the aggression of his demanding mouth was such an exhilarating aphrodisiac. She forgot who she was and where she stood. She had never been kissed like this before and she gave her all to it, hanging on to his powerful broad shoulders for her dear life.

His huge hands moved down to her butt and grabbed her cheeks. The pain shot waves of desire through her core and she moaned into his mouth.

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