Secretive Deal With My Billionaire Boss

Chapter 1

Isla's POV

I was halfway through my second glass of bargain Chardonnay when my phone buzzed on the mahogany table, quivering against a plate of half-eaten calamari. My best friend, Maya, was in the midst of a hysterical story about her most recent dating disaster, and the rest of our group was leaning in laughing so hard they might as well have been crying.

I didn’t want to look at the screen because I knew exactly who it was, but the distinctive double-tap of the vibration told me it was my high-priority work line. I picked it up and saw a message from Cillian that read, Simply, “Penthouse. Now. Don’t call, just come.”

“Is everything okay?” Maya asked, her smile fading as she saw the look on my face.

"I have to go, I am so sorry," I said, pulling my coat from the back of the chair and fumbling with my purse.

“Cillian sounds … off. He never sends texts that short unless something is actually falling apart, so I need to check on him before he ends up on the front page of the news again.”

“Isla, it’s your birthday dinner, can’t the billionaire wait for one night?” one of the other girls moaned, but I was already motioning them off and making for the door. When I stepped outside into the crisp night air and flagged down a cab, a familiar worry knot twisted in my stomach as I thought about everything that might be wrong with me.

Maybe he’d gotten into some other public fight or one of the women he’d been sleeping with was refusing to leave his premises, which is what he would usually throw me out to do. I spent my life cleaning up after his disasters, and as we crawled through the city in the taxi, I kept looking at my phone to see whether he had sent me anything else, but all I could find was silence.

When I arrived at his building at last the doorman didn’t even request to see my ID on account of the fact that he had seen me three or four times a week, so I went straight up the private elevator. My heart was pounding against my ribs as the doors opened to his penthouse, which was surprisingly dark and smelled strongly of high-end bourbon and something metallic.

I entered the living room, calling his name, and saw him sitting hunched over on the couch with his head in his hands. He looked awful, his white shirt was halfway unbuttoned down his chest and his hair was a mess, which wasn’t like him at all.

​"Cillian, what happened? Are you hurt? " I cringed as I rushed towards him and tried to touch his shoulder, but he recoiled and gazed upwards with eyes that were glassy and bloodshot.

“You’re late,” he grumbled, his voice thick and muffled, and he jumped up so quickly he staggered, making me catch him.

"I was at dinner, I came as quickly as I could," I told him, making to lead him back to the couch so I could see if he had a fever, or if he was just absolutely hammered. "Let me know what’s broken so I can fix it, do I need to get the lawyers, or is this a PR thing?"

He said nothing in reply, he just looked at me as if I wasn’t really there, and before I could utter another syllable, he seized my wrists and pressed me up against the frosty marble wall. The force knocked the breath out of me, and I glanced up at him, my heart pounding because he was so close that I could feel the heat coming off his body.

Although his hold was firm, it was far from painful, and for a moment, I thought he was going to chastise me for something I had neglected to do at the office. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said in a low voice as he settled into the bend of my neck, and the way he said it sent my legs trembling because I had spent three years wishing he would look at me like that. I should have pushed him away; I knew he wasn’t thinking clearly – but the hidden part of me that still loved him couldn’t stir. His lips pressed to the bare skin around my neck and I gasped., heart thudding loudly in my chest I'm sure he could hear it.

"You smell so good." He said his hot breath fanning my neck and I shivered. My legs threatened to give up on me, who knew Cillian could have this effect on me.

He pulled his head back, bringing his face closer to mine. He stared into my eyes, and I stared back right at him.

His gaze flicked down my lips and as if on instinct, my tongue poked out of my mouth licking my lips to moisturize them.

"Do that again." He groaned, his words slurry.

I knew he was drunk, I should push him away and get him to sleep but I couldn't. It was as if my brain suddenly stopped working from how close his body was to mine.

Instead of licking my lips this time, I decided to be bold. I bit my lower lip seductively and I could see the way lust glinted in his eyes.

"Fuck." He cussed, claiming my lips. I opened my mouth for him immediately, allowing him to dominate my mouth. This felt even better than I have ever imagined it would be.

His hands snaked to my thighs, without breaking the kiss he lifted me up, my thighs wrapped around his torso.

I moaned into his mouth as his hands settled on my butt. He squeezed them gently, moving us away from the wall.

He carried me all the way to his room without breaking the kiss, he dropped me on the verge of his bed, our lips disconnecting for a second before he reconnected them.

He trailed wet kisses down to my collar bone, and I leaned my head back to give him more access. "Mmn." I groaned, trying to hold back my moans.

"I want to hear you." He growled, nipping on my collarbone.

"Holy f**k Cillian." I gasped out.

He brought his face closer to mine again. "Do you want this?" He asked and I nodded my head without hesitation.

"Do you want me to pleasure you?" He demanded.

"Yes Cillian, I want you to pleasure me." I whispered.

"f**k I love the way you say my name. Say it one more time."

"Cillian." I moaned.

"Shit." Before I could process his next moves, he already tore off my dress. My boobs bounced out and he looked at them like it was the first time he had seen one.

"Ouuu." I moaned as he rubbed one of my n*****s while the other was in his mouth. "Oh fuck." I breathed out, the sensation I was feeling was too much for my body to handle.

He pushed me back on the bed, settling between my legs. "Eyes on me. I want to see how I make you feel." He groaned, ripping my panties.

He palmed my already throbbing core, "so wet for me already." He groaned as he thrusted a finger inside me.

"f*****g hell." I screamed, parting my legs for him even more.

He kept on thrusting his finger inside of me and continued moaning. "Ouuufughhuh." I moaned as he added another finger inside of me.

Suddenly feeling too full, I should push him away. I haven't done this before, I shouldn't lose my virginity to someone who isn't in their right senses.

But I couldn't, I was enjoying this too much to stop.

"Do you like that?" He asked.

"Yes I do." I moaned out.

"Say it like you mean it." He said darkly.

"I like it very much Cillian, please don't stop." I begged almost sounding desperate but I didn't care.

I felt an unsure pooling at my lower abdomen, I was about to c*m.

"Ohh s**t Cillian, I'm about to cum." I screamed.

"Oh no you don't. I want you to c*m on my dick." He said, sliding his fingers out of me.

He stood to his feet, pulling his sweatpants along with his briefs down to his ankle. I gasped as I saw his length, he was huge as f**k.

How is that going to fit in, I probably wouldn't be able to walk after but at that moment I didn't care.

He flipped me on my stomach, pushing my ass back into the air. I bit on my lower lip as I felt him d**k lined up at my entrance.

I whimpered as he thrusted into me, slowly before pushing into me more until I could feel him in my stomach, stretching my walls.

"Mmn fuck...ouuu." I moaned as he started sliding in and out of him.

"You...are so tight." He said between groans.

"With the way you are clenched around me, I doubt I will last long." He groaned again, thrusting into me with more force than earlier.

"Arrgh, slow slow please." I pleaded, the sound of our skin slapping each other reaching my ears.

He flipped me over again, without sliding out of me. He placed my legs on his shoulder, and continued thrusting in and out.

My boobs are bouncing with every thrust. I was already feeling that pool in my lower abdomen again.

"I'm going to c*m Cillian." I moaned.

"c*m for me." He ordered and my exploded. My chest heaving up and down as I came down from my high.

He twitched inside of me after a few more thrust. He released inside me, collapsing on me afterwards.

​It was over as quickly as it had started, and as he collapsed his weight against me, his breath ragged against my ear, he whispered a single name that made my entire world go cold.

​"Genevieve... stay with me, Genevieve."

I froze, my hands still resting on his shoulders, and it was like a blow to the chest when that thought registered in my mind. He didn’t know it was me—he didn’t know his faithful secretary was in his arms, calling out for the woman who had broken his heart years ago.

I was getting emotional and told myself to calm down because I wasn’t in the position to fall apart. I delicately shove him off me and led him to his bed, where he crashed into a deep alcohol-induced sleep nearly instantaneously.

I paused there in the darkness, pulling myself together and trying to calm the tremors in my hands, lifted up his phone and called his personal concierge doc. "Hello, Dr. Aris? This is Isla. Cillian is in a bad way, he’s had far too much to drink and he’s looking feverish, so I need you to come over and look at him now," I said, my voice real steady considering I felt like dying on the inside. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes Isla, is he conscious?” the doctor asked.

“He’s unconscious, and I really need you to be discreet about this,” I said and then I hung up and began to move about the room. ​I gathered the empty bottles, wiped down the counter where I’d left my bag, and made sure there wasn't a single trace of my presence left behind.

I checked my reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing my hair and wiping the smeared mascara from under my eyes, until I looked like the professional assistant I was supposed to be.

​When the doctor arrived, I let him in and gave him a brief summary of what I’d found, omitting the part where Cillian had touched me.

"He's all yours now, I have some things to take care of at the office so just text me when he's stable," I told him, and then I walked out of the penthouse without looking back. I felt like a ghost haunting the hallways of his building, and as I stepped back out into the night, the cool air finally made the tears start to fall, but I wiped them away quickly because I knew I had to be back at my desk in five hours like nothing had happened