♛Dark Adult Billionaire Enemies To Lovers Romance ♛
Damon King. Influential. Powerful. Owner of multi-billion dollar companies.
Damon King upholds an infamous reputation for being one of the most ruthless, violent, and cold- hearted men among vultur...
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ANNA DELANEY
The jerk. He knows what he is doing and he knows it will solicit a reaction from me. Sitting on my desk is nearly a hundred files with a post attached at the top telling me to put the files in alphabetical order when he told me not to the day before. This is the second time he is pulling this shit, who does this man think he is? Well- he kinda is my boss and one of the most powerful men in the country, a rational side of my mind thought. Deciding to be level-headed for once in my life, I plastered a fake smile on my face and rearranged the files for the prick next door.
Walking into his office with a numbing fake smile, I walked up to his desk and placed the files before him. "Your files, Mr.King," I gritted through my teeth.
Damon took a few of them with a giant smirk plastered on his face and checked the files to make sure I did them the way he wanted them. "I see you got my note," he mumbled.
At that moment, all I wanted to do was reach across this desk and slap this man and then maybe kiss him. No. I can't have these thoughts. I chastised myself as my eyes darted to his lips and his muscular build. Well maybe I could think about it without actually throwing myself at the man I thought to myself as I bit my lip unaware that Damon was no longer looking at the files.
"Like what you see?" he asked, bringing me out of my trance.
I cleared my throat and made up an excuse, "What? I um- I thought I saw a-a... I was admiring the framed certificates behind you," which only made him smirk because he caught me and we both knew it. "Pfft, don't flatter yourself."
"Oh, I'm not. You are," he said with that same smirk on his face. I never realized how rarely Damon smiled but when he did, it was enough to light up the whole room. Something tightened in my chest when I saw him smile. Whatever it was, I ignored it too busy trying to crush this man's ego.
"Jerk."
"Gold digger," he said, bringing up memories from the night I got drunk and he offered to drive me home.
"Devil."
"Barbie."
"Twatface."
"What the fuck is a twatface?"
"Figure it out genius."
"Cagna"
"What's a 'cagna'?"
"Tell me what a twatface is."
"No."
"Then figure it out Barbie."
"You know what? I will," I said as I stalked out of the room.
"Fine."
"Perfect," I said, opening the door and walking into my office fuming. Opening my laptop, I typed the word into the search bar and looked through the results to find out what he called me. Luckily, self-control has been on my side lately so I decided to busy myself with some other tasks to distract myself from blowing up at my boss.
