Billionaire's Baby Angel

Chapter 13 - F*cking Devil...

Mona's POV:

I’m more than fuming in breathing…. My eyes are out of orbits hearing that and my feet are down from the desk. I’m getting so hot because of anger, and I strip my f*****g suit jacket, unbuttoning my shirt at my neck to be able to f*****g breathe right.

“How the f**k are they doing that, Dana?! He’s not owner or employee here! He’s just an investor for f**k’s sakes! They’re not allowed to cooperate with him! They should be guarding the premises and let no one in!”

“I don’t know, babe. But they’re doing it. I don’t find it strange though, considering who Shawn is. That guy has access anywhere he wants. Probably he told them he’s your husband? Don’t know to tell….”

“And to any fucker out there who would claim he’s my husband they should open it up for him and assist him like that?! That’s crazy! I’ll fire them! That’s not what they’re supposed to do as a job they’re paid for!”

“We’re talking about Bad Boy Fucker, babe. Not any fucker out there, honey. The hotness has the highest balls out there. Sorry to break it to you, Mona.” I snap at her.

“Oh! Shut up! I’m hanging up!” I end the call with her as I’m seeing double from the rush of nerves I’m having. Can you f*****g believe this?! My own security 'sells' me to the fucker! UGH!

I hear footsteps to my office door and keys. Now the key is in my door and twisting it to open it, but the sofa is preventing the person to really open it. MUHAHAHAHA!

I’m laughing like crazy on silent, flashing the middle finger in the air. Ha-ha! Yeah, I’m crazy…. MUHAHAHA!

Take that, bastard. Motherfucker….

I’m smoking, with my chair turned at the door, leg crossed on the other, relaxed on my chair. But my heart is in some lunatic jams and I’m boiling.

“Baby?” He’s speaking from the other side of the door in same calm and thick, husky voice. He’s f****d but maintaining a calm attitude.

No baby. The crazy b***h is here. Ha-ha!

I don’t say anything, just laughing on silent with a throw of head at my back.

“Alright, love. Don’t be sorry when I’m inside. The f**k I will listen to you.”

Hearing him saying that, my eyes jerk at the window at my left….

If I wasn’t at the 45th floor and I were at the first floor, the f**k I wouldn’t have jumped the window to escape the fucker. That crazy he makes me…. Oh yeah…. s**t…. WHAT THE f**k?! He’s forcing it and the f*****g sofa is like a feather…. I used my entire being to put it there and for him it’s like it’s nothing…. f**k YOU! Jesus…. I would f*****g kill him….

I’m chewing from my inner cheek in extreme frustration, keeping myself relaxed, though I’m under such torments inside and not feeling well at all. But I’m hanging in there.

The door reveals the Bad Boy Fucker with his green stare more than intoxicated at my sight, biting from his lower lip at me, with a heaving chest, and he now casts a look behind the door and chuckles at the sofa he pushed with the f*****g door seconds ago.

I’m smoking, leaned with my back on my chair, legs crossed, with a bad girl smirk, lowering my head at my right a bit, slaying him with my eyes.

I can’t believe him…. This motherfucker is eating my brains out….

“Well, baby, if you thought that was going to stop me….” He shuts the door at his back with his drunk stare at me.

Oh, I so f*****g hate him….

“Think again, honey.” He’s coming towards me in a sexy and towering walk, wandering his hungry eyes on me. “You’ve really f****d me all day today, baby.”

And I’m not sorry at all, babe.

When he reaches before me, biting his lower lip, tranced in my person, my right foot stops him as I place my stiletto on his abdomen and keep him there. He’s smirking.

“Stay right there, fucker. You’ve already caused me firing the security downstairs with your 'little' intrusion. Don’t provoke the mad woman in me against you, babe. Here’s my company and you have no f*****g right to do all you’ve done. As you can see, I’m busy. I haven’t lied to you. Now, turn around and bye-bye from here.” I move my head per my words at him.

He’s contracting under my foot and his breathing is moving his chest in and out. He’s so f*****g turned on and I’m so f****d if he will grab me.

Fucking s**t….

We’re in a deep lock of stares and there’s so much tension in the air you could slice it.

“Honey?” He’s slipping his left hand with a burning touch on my right leg from my ankle up, not taking his lunatic and hungry stare from my boiling one.

Fucking Devil….

I’m silent, contracting my jawline, breathing in killings.

“What did I say to you before coming in here?”

My heart is taking some racing routes in my chest.

“I don’t know, 'honey'. I was too busy to listen to you. Take your hand off me. Now. Stop playing with my nerves, Shawn.” I’m dead serious at him as he irritates me with his fucker attitude.

He grows his smirk and I push his abdomen with my foot to send him back, but the fucker holds my leg with his hand and doesn’t move a f*****g inch, making me explode in my brains!

THIS FUCKER! HE HAS NO f*****g LIMITS!

“Oh…. I so hate you, love. You don’t even have the ability to imagine the depth of my hate for you.” He resumes his caressing of my leg in a sensual manner as my foot is still in the air on his abdomen.

So dead….

No, our stares are locked as before.

“Yeah, baby?”

I bob my head as an answer.

He lowers his gaze from my eyes, to my lips, to my chest, to my down part, now trailing my leg with his stare till my ankle.

“Then….”

I’ll kill him….

He’s trailing his fingers down my leg till my ankle….

I have same chills down my spine I had this morning in his office…. f**k! But I’m not getting wet. I’m a f*****g breathing monster in grimace and all at him as I’m real with this.

“We do need to do something about it, baby Mona….”

SON OF A f*****g b***h! NO!