ZACK's ADDICTION

CHAPTER 5

Sunday evening, Leslie is having a bowl of ice cream while watching TV, trying to get her mind off the extremely gorgeous man that took her first time and his extremely tempting proposal as her eyes continuously darted to her phone on the sofa beside her.

She bit her lips hard in contemplation and decided to do everything on her own and not add Zach to the equation.

She sighed in defeat, went back to her room, packed the documents she needed for the next day's meeting and arranging her clothes too before deciding to sleep early.

...........

Wide bulged eyed, Leslie started at Zach as he's comfortably seated opposite the CEOs seat which is hers, without even sparing her as much as a glance.

The usual noisy conference room is in a revered silence with darting eyes constantly on Zachary Ford.

Leslie swallow forcefully before sitting in the CEOs seat, a man on formal suit standing behind Zach made the introductions.

“Sorry for intruding, my master was bored and looking for where to invest and he took a peculiar interest in this company. Go on with your meeting, we'll just listen from the sides.”

Everyone took in a sharp breath

How are they going to concentrate with him sitting there like the grim reaper?

All eyes turned to Leslie who hasn't removed her eyes from the man seated opposite her, but slightly far away.

She nods in response to them, as in for them to commence the meeting.

The meeting began, but it may be the presence of a certain man, everyone who said a word chose their words carefully and some even made on the spot corrections to their presentations.

Leslie rounded everything up with the signed contract from Marcus Peters and ordered the accountant in the room to wire the payments, two department directors to oversee that the raw materials arrive before the end of Wednesday and the manufacturer chief to make sure the products have no defects and to begin production by Thursday morning, she hoped to see a sample delivered to her doorstep by Saturday and warned the designers not to plagiarize and to stun her with their new works or start packing.

Everyone shuffled out of the room, leaving Leslie, Zach and his PA.

Still not looking up, he wanted two fingers at the PA and he quietly left and closed the door after him.

They both sat in silence for over 5 minutes before Leslie decided to speak up but Zach beat her to it.

“It's Monday already.”

Leslie bites her lower lip, knowing exactly what he meant “I've thought it through, I better not put you in my family squabble, it'll take up your precious time.”

He finally raises his head and looks at her, their eyes meet and she couldn't help turning red instantly and shyly looks away.

But his eyes doesn't stay on her face long, his eyes wander down to her neck, further to her chest.

Although dressed in a customized Dior black cut out gown with a high neck, she couldn't help feeling the urge to hide under the table so as to escape his scorching gaze.

“Come here.” He suddenly orders.

She's a little dazed and didn't react instantly “What?”

The look of annoyance on his face pulled Leslie to her feet and pushed her towards the predator seated with regal.

She finally stopped a few feet away from him.

Taking his time, slowly he stood up erect, making Leslie aware of their difference in height, her head could barely reach his chin and she's on heels.

He took slow elegant steps towards the woman who stood transfixed.

Before she could speak, he cut her off.

“I'm a Dominant.” He tells her in a low voice “And you're going to be my little girl.”

“What are you...”

He interrupted her by covering her lips with his, firmly holding her tiny waist and forcing a harsh, unapologetic kiss on her.

She tried resisting but a harsh squeeze on her ass kept her quiet and finally kissing back while grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him impossibly closer to herself.

After a long sensual kiss that left Leslie panting and both of them wanting more, Zach pulled away but still held her firmly.

Leslie got back from wonderland and tried pulling away from him but his firm grip on her waist stopped her.

“Don't do that.” His husky cold voice sounded near her right ear.

She almost had an ear bleed cause of how it turned her on.

She gave him a questioning look in reply.

“Don't try to act all innocent and righteous after we kiss or something. Own up to the fact that you like and want me.” His piercing gaze not moving from her delicate little face.

Finally finding her voice, she replied “But we can't do this.” Her voice comes out tiny and timid, unlike the bold, bossy and in control voice she was aiming for.

“Why?” He drops just one word.

His right hand is on her front hair line, caressing it and tucking disobedient hair behind her ear, acting as though whatever she's either doesn't concern him or is of no importance.

Slightly distracted by the hand on her hair she unconsciously answers “You're out of my league.”

She subconsciously lays on his chest with her arms round him.

His fingers go down to play with her sensitive ears.

“And why do you think that?”

She shudders at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear alongside his teasing fingers.

“Nobody is your league.” She admits embarrassed.

“Call me Daddy.” He spirals off their initial topic as if it didn't matter.

Abruptly, she raises her head to look at him but he pushes her head back to his chest.

“Why would I call you that?” She questions, aware of their questionable position but just wants to relish these few minutes of feeling secure in someone's arms.

“Shh, baby. Be obedient and call me Daddy.”

He's petting her head, still playing with her earlobe.

She knows of the daddy kink but just wanting to see what it was like she called him.

“Daddy.” She mutters softly.

Zach takes in a deep breath.

“I would've rewarded you but you're too precious to be fingered on your conference room desk. And I don't want to make meetings in this room hard for you cause I know each time you'll enter this room, you'll remember my fingers in you as you convulsed on it.”

Leslie is totally horrified... in a s****l manner, shocked that someone as good-looking as Zachary Ford could be this graphic and vulgar.

Her cheeks, down to her neck turn red in embarrassment.

Still hugging each other, Zach continued.

“Marry me baby.”

Leslie shakes her head “We can't just make such a hasty decision.”

“It's not hasty.”

Leslie remembers what his guard said the other time, which explicitly meant that he liked her long before they had their first night.

Zach looks at his watch and frown.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from Leslie.

“I have a meeting in 10, I'll call you later.”

Leslie's brows furrow and she frown at the loss of contact from his body, loss of his body heat, loss of his wonderful body scent mixed with his cologne and loss of the feeling of security.

Understandingly she nods.

“Words baby.” He urge.

“Ok.”

Without any other word, he turned and left, leaving Leslie high and dry.