Tamed By The Boss

4. Loving an assholes.

Asher's POV

"Is there any way to keep things under the table?" I repeated my question and held my other hand that began to tremble.

Not this time, I am busy with work. I have to attend a press conference and some other meetings are lined up.

"We are trying to research advanced technology but you shouldn't keep up your hopes. There is only a 5% chance of success," the caller infuriated me.

I clenched my jaws and squinted my lids.

“You should get counseling,” he said as I clutched my hand.

“Keep your suggestions in your pocket.”

“Send some medicines that can help to conceal my problem,” I said, dropping the call.

I leaned my head against the seat and closed my eyes. My hands trembling increased along with my headache.

No! I pulled my hair as I hit my head at the seat.

Meanwhile, my mobile rang infuriating me more.

“What?” I said.

“Sir, I have arranged an interview at Queen university on Monday,” my manager said in his composed tone.

“Great! Send me details of candidates who are going to appear in the interview,” I composed myself, closing my eyes.

The manager hummed, hanging the call. I opened my eyes and took my medicines and then smiled inwardly thinking about the interview.

Girls! I am coming to get you on your knees.

Driving my car on my own, I reached the press conference and stepped out smirking.

My guards came out of another car and covered me so no one could come closer to me as I hate to be touched by others.

Soon I moved to the stage and grabbed my seat.

“We can start,” my manager said as I signaled him to begin.

“Mr. Patrick, why have you called us? Do you want to clear your image through us?” A female reporter who was sitting in the front seat with her sexy curves, and visible cleavage asked me with her alluring smile.

“You are very beautiful, but not so smart,” I scoffed, stopping myself from turning on as sexy curves are my weakness.

“This press conference is not for any kind of explanations as I know whatever I would say but you would believe what my opponents would say,” I said, adjusting my ties as I get in my form.

“Then why this conference?” Another reporter asked.

“Good question,” I scoffed.

“I am here to announce that I am going to step out of Kellen’s company. Now I will focus on my company. Also, I am planning to open a new branch in other parts of the country that would directly compete with Kellen's company. Not only this, I am going to launch new technologies, so wait for it,” I smirked, standing and moving from there as every reporter was looking at me, widening their eyes.

Some must be thinking I have thrown an ax at my foot by getting out of Kellen's company but they don't see the big picture.

“And yes, check your messages, there is proof that I am clean. My company or I am not involved anywhere in any kind of tax issues. It was all planned to degrade me,” I stepped out, looking at the female reporter who was looking at me only.

Not a bad choice to spend some nights, so I smiled at her and moved towards my car.

“1,2,3,” I counted in my mind, tapping my fingers on the car's bonnet.

“Mr. Patrick, can I get your interview?” The female reporter came running towards me.

“Your name,” I asked with a boring expression as I imagined a wild encounter.

“You can call me Lizzie,” she chewed her lips, leaned towards my lips. “I can get your interview in your car.”

“Why do you think I would give you the interview?” I arched my brows and curled my lips up getting what she meant.

Without saying anything, she traced her fingers at my neck and blew air over my lips saying, “I can be a good companion.”

“Is it?” I smirked as she bit my lips and gave me an enchanting smile.

“Get in,” I muttered against her lips as she moaned in pleasure.

Opening the door, she threw herself at the back seat while I looked around myself and then sat in my car.

“Gosh! Your car is remarkable. I have never seen an elite car,” she muttered as I grabbed her through her shoulder and looked at her eyes with lust.

“And I?” I rubbed my thumb against her lips and pressed her nibbles.

“Irresistible,” she moaned, breathing heavily.

“Show me how irresistible you are?” I bussed my lips over her lips.

She unbuttoned her shirt button showing me a black bra.

And that's it! Her moan turned me on as a result I took her lips in mine and chewed them until she didn't keep her hands over my chest.

“I didn't know you were such an asshole,” she narrowed her eyes, licking her lips as I eyed her.

“Do you want to go?”

“I love assholes,” she muttered, taking out her shirt and wrapping her hand around my neck. “I have heard some amazing stories about your d**k, let me see if those are rumors like your disease, or is it true like your charming face.”

“Disease?” I narrowed my eyes back and forth.

“Yes, there is a rumor that you have a brain tumor that's why you visit the hospital regularly,” she said, trying to get closer to me.

Fuck! Brain tumor? Seriously, such rumors are going around. Gosh! Now I understand why some people keep giving me sad pitiful looks.

“What happened? Did I spoil your mood? Lizzie asked, unbuttoning my shirt but I held her hand and pulled her closer to me.

“Don’t touch my clothes,” I whispered in her ears, biting her ear lobe and then inserted my fingers under her strap and pulled it. “I hate such a thing but as you are hot, I am ignoring the fact you have offended me twice.”

Before she could have said anything, I bussed my lips over her lobe and bit there.

“Slow,” she muttered.

“I like to be rough,” I mumbled, biting again.

**************

“So the rumors about your d**k were true,” Lizzie muttered, getting her clothes. However, I wasn't in the mood to let her go so I grabbed her n****e and sucked it saying, “After a long time, I have got my hands over a hot ass.”

“I am free tonight,” Lizzie huskily said.

“Sorry darling but I have some plans,” I separated from her, and wore my clothes recalling a club.

“So what about tomorrow at my place? I live alone and don't forget you have to give your interview to me. I want to show my editor what I am?” Lizzie huskily said.

“Babes, if I want you hereafter, I will get you, and about the interview, I never give it to anyone,” I shrugged, stepping out of my car.

“Get yourself kicked out,” I said as she looked at me with a surprised look. “I hate it when someone wants to get shortcuts.”

“f**k you,” she cussed, wearing her clothes and getting out of the car.

Meanwhile, my mobile rang alerting me that I have to go to my office.

“Yes, say,” I picked the call, sitting in the car and turning the auto-pilot mode on.

“I have sorted the candidates who are going to be part of the campus interview,” my manager said.

“Got someone who is talented and hardworking?” I asked with a boring expression.

“There is a talented girl who has topped,” my manager’s words left incomplete as I interrupted, “Name, age, and gender?”

“Aurora Castro, a 20-years-old female.”

Aurora, nice name, I hope you have a nice ass too else it would be boring to work with you.

To be continued.