My CEO Wants Me In His Bed

My Nemesis

Mara Collins POV

“This way, please…” My assigned driver led the way into the company building with a file in hand that explained my immediate employment.

Everything still felt like a dream to me, and even at that, the thought of being under Damian felt suffocating but I had no choice. I was doing this for Ethan's future because there was no way in hell that I would tell Damian that I got pregnant after that night.

“The company… It's beautiful.” I murmured slightly, and my driver, whose name was Davis, just offered a polite smile.

We reached the seventh floor of the company within three minutes, and I followed behind Davis until he stopped in front of a beautifully carved oak door and knocked. My heart hammered in my ribs… What was he going to say when he saw me? Would he recognize me? Was he still the unbearable man he was five years ago, or had he changed for good?

“Come in…” I heard his thick voice from the other end of the door.

My driver pushed the door open and was about to speak when he paused in shock. Stepping in, I saw the reason. Of course, he hadn't changed!

There was a half-naked woman on his table, legs spread while he had a cigarette between his fingers and his shirt unbuttoned, staring at the spot between her legs.

He barely glanced at Davis; neither did he notice my presence. “What does my father want this time?”

He asked as if this was a norm. Davis sent me a brief look of apology, his eyes telling me that I would be seeing things like this more frequently.He cleared his throat and straightened his back. “Your father just employed a new staff, and—”

“So? How is that any business of mine?”

“Um..." He stammered slightly. “A new secretary, actually. He's firing Miss Peterson.”

The woman on the table sat up, but Damian was quick to give her a dark look that made her lie back down on the table, spreading her legs even wider. What sort of humiliation did this man's twisted brain enjoy? From her reaction, I could gather that she was the person being fired.

“Doesn't he get tired?” Damian chuckled and finally looked up. “I will f**k all of them until he gets tired of sending me—”

He finally noticed me standing behind Davis, and his eyes widened in shock. “Hell, no!” He was up on his feet before I could even blink.

Good. It meant he recognized me. Did I traumatize him that much to leave such an impression?

“She doesn't even have a certificate to qualify for being able to work here. She was expelled from school, okay? Doesn't he know that? What is his problem?”

Davis stretched out the manila folder and slipped it into his hands. “Here are the documents, sir. He realized there had been an erroneous mistake in school, which prevented her from getting the certificate, but it has been corrected now, and she is overqualified for this position.”

He flung the folder to the side, and the files scattered across the office. His eyes were burning with so much rage, and it made me wonder what exactly I had ever done for him to hate me this much.

“What did you do, huh?” He took heavy steps until he stopped in front of me. “How did you manipulate my father into making you my secretary, huh? You begged him? Told him how poor you were so he would pity your situation? Come on, tell me..." he pushed further. "Poor people like you are so terrible and would do anything to climb to the top where the rich are." I hated how much that hit me hard across the chest, and the guilt was back. "Who do you think you are to crawl your way back into my life after…” He winced as if the memories of our night together burned him.

“You'll have to ask him.” I answered calmly without flinching, swallowing my guilt to give him a perfect clap back, before my eyes moved past him to the woman who was still on the table, waiting for him. “Do you want her neck to roll off?” I leaned into his ears and whispered. “I think you should run along to your girl and show her the substandard skills you have when it comes to f*****g people.”

“Like you didn't beg me to take you that night.” He smirked, but the disgust was still in his eyes.

“Beg you?” Even though I was drunk that night, I didn't remember doing any of that part, but instead of looking hurt, I was going to turn it against him. Breaking his ego was what I thrived on, and I would do it again. “Imagine begging you with everything in me and still ending up disappointed by weak thrusts and poor stamina.” I chuckled loudly. “It made me wonder if you were really good like other girls on campus said, or if they were just hyping you up because of daddy's money. I guess I got my answer.”

His eyes went dark immediately, and he changed the subject with gritted teeth. “If my father is serious about you being hired, then you are fired!!!”

He waited for me to shake or run along with tears in my eyes; instead, a little smirk came over my face. “Ooooh I'm so scared. The big bad wolf wants to fire me. Ooooh." I let out a loud laugh and watched his whole expression darken. “The contract I signed with your father says that he is the only one who reserves the right to have me fired. Not you, sweetheart.”

I turned towards David, entirely ignoring Damian now. “Please, can you please show me to my office now? I think I need to get to work immediately.”

“I don't think I gave you permission to walk away.” Damian's voice was so dark it sent shivers down my spine, and if I wasn't gripping my bag right now, his tone would have made my knees weaken and fall to the floor.

“I don't think I needed it.” I shot back at him before pulling closer. “It's either you get your s**t together, Damian Voss, or you act like the dumb, unruly adult you were back in college. And I don't give an actual f**k whichever one you chose to do, but I was hired. I will work for your father, even if it means having to be your secretary. And you can try all the s**t you want, but I will only be leaving when your father dismisses me. And good luck with that!”

My chest was heaving after I was done talking, and I turned on my heels before I could hear any more words from that stupid mouth of his. I hated him, and I was already regretting my acceptance to work here. He was still the sick, narcissistic bastard from five years ago.

“I'm sorry about that, ma'am.” Davis said beside me. “The boss can be quite…”

“Stupid, yes. That's the perfect word for the kind of person he is!”

I made sure he heard my last words, and I slammed the door shut behind me to make a statement.