Property Of a Millionaire

Chapter 3

He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there.

"You're a cute, a small pet. I think I'll be taking a liking to you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was very straight-forward when he talked. His large hand moved back up again, came up to my face, and his thumb stroked my cheek then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat, past my lips.

"There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, giving my sensitive skin a kiss. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them at a lower level near his crotch, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood.

"As a CSA (Computer Science Analysts), you'll be at the office at 8 am every day, not any earlier and not 5 minutes later. I want you with the keep records of directors' and stockholders' meetings and of my stock ownership and transfer to help supervise the company's legal interests. Is this all in your abilities to suffice me?" What the f**k?

"Y-yes, sir." He smirked at me one last time before backing away and returning to his seat facing away from me. I immediately tried to get rid of the b***r that was giving me a problem, currently thinking of old ladies, thinking of any lady... sorry ladies.

"If you can, I'd like you to start today. About that bit before, I'd like to see you here before you go home after your shift." I bit down on my bottom lip thinking about what he said before.

"Of course, yes sir," I said palming myself through the slacks.

"It's Mr. Ivanov, or master in private." His voice made goosebumps rise on my skin. Did he actually think I was going to do that? f**k him!

"Listen here buddy," I started off tough until he growled and turned around and faced me, "I will not w***e around for this job. I don't know what you're thinking but I'm not doing it!" I tried to say.

"You don't like it huh? Say that to the b***r that wants to come out and play." I started blushing furiously and covered my crotch area with my hands.

"I will never 'w***e you around' or be disrespectful to you Stevenson. If I want it, I got it. Simple as that." That's not how I'm going to play at it big boy.

"Not that simple buddy," I could tell he's getting pissed off as I kept speaking, so I did just that, " I like you, as any employee would his or her boss. I will be professional in this environment. Sorry but access denied." I said licking my lips. I could swear his eyes followed my tongue as it salivates my lips.

"Disrespectful. Rude. Arrogant. Cocky. Attitude. But very cute." He stood up from his seat and looked down at me. His head c****d to the side as he awaited my sassy response.

"I would say the same about you, but that's being too nice. Have a great day, sir." I said teasingly as I opened the door and slammed it shut. I could hear his final growl after I closed the door and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding in. That was literally the bravest thing I ever did and I don't regret a moment of it.

Chapter 5

Miles' Point of View

It's been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of being the CSA (Computer Science Analysts) for Mr. Maximilion Ivanov. He hasn't called me into his office ever since the interview. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. It's been going well, I've met a few people here in the office and it's been going well.

"Your assistance is needed in my office, a quarter after 1 o'clock." The phone call cut once he finished his sentence. He sounded so professional and sexy, lord have mercy on me.

I check the time on the computer in front of me and it's already 1:00 PM. Thankfully, I wasn't too far from his office so I continued to log more information down on the charts.

"Um excuse me?" I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hi, I would like to make an appointment with Mr. Ivanov." I looked up to the prettiest set of grey eyes. When our eyes met, a smile grew on his face. He looked slightly familiar.

"Hey, sorry Hello. The receptionist is right up there." I told the man but he shook his head and looked down at his feet before picking his head back up towards me.

"You see I would go there, but she isn't as pretty as you." A blush crept on my face as I shyly looked down at the keyboard.

"I'm not pretty, I'll make the appointment, what time would you like?" I asked him without looking at him directly in his eyes. Of course, he wouldn't take that. He dipped his finger underneath my chin and lifted my view to his own. He had on a similar ring to the one Max always wears, but his with a different sigil on it.

"Pretty. Handsome. Beautiful. Whichever one it is, you're all of it. 2 in the afternoon next Monday, please." His voice was smooth, and his face looks heavenly. Wow.

"Can I get a last name please?" I haven't even realized his finger was still on my chin until I heard the familiar sound of his doors open.

"Chalamet." His voice sounded even deeper as if he was angry.

"Ivanov." Chalamet or whatever his first name tagged back.

"If you could keep your hands to yourself and off my employees and away from my business, that would be great." Ouch, sounds like someone's mad.

"Don't worry old friend. Only here for a second, you'll be seeing me next week Maxi. As for you, beautiful, I hope to see more of you." Smooth.

"Stevenson. My office. Now." I finished typing in Chalamet's appointment and sent it to the receptionist before following behind Maximillion. He opened the door and let me in first before coming and slamming the door. Guess who's in trouble for nothing? It's me! It's always f*****g me.

"Stevenson. I would rather you keep your private business with people, private." I dropped my head in submission before answering him.

"I wasn't- We weren't- there wasn't anything." He calmly walked over to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. His grip slid down my arm and picked up my hand, his thumb grazing over my knuckles.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't have other men flirting with you under my own roof. You'll be working in here with me. Understood?" His tone was strict, nothing to be reckoned with.

"Yes s-sir, I mean Mr. Ivanov," I spoke softly as he gruffed in response. He dropped my hand back down to my side and walked to his desk. There was a smaller desk to the side of the office, facing him and I ran to it. Sitting on the seat, I looked forward to his working nature. He was currently looking down reading something or so I thought.

"I pay you to work, not to fantasize about me." He spoke as he wrote something down on the charts of papers in front of him, the ring still on his finger. I guess I never realized but he wore it every day, all the time.

"Er, sorry." I logged into my company email on this computer and started charting more information again. The only sounds that were heard in the room were those of the keyboard, pencil on paper, and the heavy breaths he would take when he gets aggravated.

"Isn't it your lunch?" He finally spoke after hours of tedious work. I nodded my head but spoke up after he gave me a terrifying stare.

"You'll be attending a lunch meeting with me. Let's go." I barely had time to answer when I was being ushered out of the room and into a black limo being driven by someone I couldn't see.

"My parents will be there. They wanted me to bring someone along. As well as my younger sister, it's nothing much so you can just sit and stay quiet." He said that was nothing. Parents? What the f**k is going on?

"Are you sure? Maybe I'm the wrong company to bring to a 'Parents lunch.'" I told him but he only looked at me with confusion. Oh boy, it looks like the big boy needs some training.

"We're here. Again, sit and stay quiet." He told me as if I was an obedient dog. I rolled my eyes and follows him out of the car. We walked side by side into the fancy Bistro. This place must've been only for celebrities since there were two large security guards standing at the front. I corrected myself as incorrect when Max greeted them at the door.

There were many tables in the restaurant but there were only one with three people sitting there. We walked to the table and the older woman that was once sat down got up and started attacking Max with kisses. I couldn't help but smile and bite on my bottom lip as he groaned but she continued.

"Oh, мой дорогой (My dear) you look well." His mother, I'm guessing, said to him. I was noticed by the younger woman who was sat at the table. She flashed me a smile before getting up and shaking my hand. She was beautiful, had the same striking blue eyes as Max, and porcelain skin.

"Hello, I am Annabelle Ivanov, it's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was angelic, she was the complete opposite from Maximillion. Although they had similar physical characteristics, she was polite, kind, and soft... I'm not sure if the last one is a characteristic but it should be.

"It's my pleasure, the names Miles, Miles Stevenson, CSA of Mr. Ivanov." She held my hand and aided me to a seat at the table across from who I assume is Max's father.

"Hello sir, it's very nice to meet you." I tried to make light conversation. He had the same ring on his finger as Max, the same sigil and color. His first stare was cold and aggressive then his smile turned this whole thing around.

"The pleasure is mine, young man. The name is Matveï Ivanov. How are you?" I was a bit taken back at his kindness, now I really think Max is the black sheep here.

"I'm doing great, now. Thank you for asking sir." I said with a small smile that he gratefully returned. Max finally sat down next to me and squished me in the middle of his sister and himself as his parents sat on the other side of the table.

"Oh, and who is this lovely young man?" His mother reached over the table and placed her hand over mine with a small squeeze. How f*****g cute... Max, you need to learn from these wonderful people.

"This is Stevenson, my new CSA," Max said unenthusiastically.

"Hello, Stevenson darling." Her accent is thicker than her husband and both her children. She was beautiful, I guess they all were amazingly attractive.

"Hi, it's just Miles actually, thank you for inviting me." I smiled and Matveï and his wife smiled at me.

"You're the utmost welcome, my child, I'm Anastasiya and this is my dear husband Matveï, our daughter Annabelle, and you already know my son." She recited going around the table reintroducing me to everyone.

"We already ordered and I hope it's to your agreement," Anastasiya said as I nodded my head in accordance.