My New Mate (Complete)

Chapter 2: My New Mate Part 2

A/N: It wouldn't be fair for you guys not to see what Kyle was thinking ; )

Kyle

I walk out my building nodding to my doorman. I get into my car and my driver pulls off. Great, I have a meeting with that pompous asshole Matthews. If I didn't need his business I wouldn't have set this meeting up. He thinks he's God on Earth and everybody should bow down and respect his every word. Yeah, he's impressive but not high and mighty impressive. My car stops and the door is opened. I step out and walk into the skyscraper building. The décor is cold yet stunning. All marble and dark colors around the space with bright big chandeliers and beautiful pieces of art decorates the walls. I bypass the front security going to the front desk.

"I'm here to see Mr. Matthews" I say.

"Down the hall first elevator to the right floor thirty," she says flatly handing me a guest pass.

I nod, going through the security by the elevator. Fucking security, what he thinks somebody is after his huge ego. I follow the directions given by the lady. Everything about his office just screams stiff dominating controlling arrogant asshole. I'm surprised he doesn't have portraits of himself dressed like a king hanging around the place. Of course he's on the top floor of a thirty floor building, again such an arrogant asshole. I step off the elevator and walk to the front desk secretary.

"Mr. Matthews' office" I state.

"Down the hall, make a right and you'll see his office" she says smiling brightly.

I nod before following her directions. His floor isn't cold as the chic lobby is, it's all warm and neutral tones making it feeling kind of welcoming. Though that surprises me so I know that he had no say in the décor of this place besides the lobby. The lobby I believe is all his doing. Once I've reach the office I see a beautiful woman at a desk. Long jet black hair, hour-glass figure, and amazing green eyes. Damn she's absolutely stunning. What the hell is she doing working for such a dick?

"Mr. Jones?" she asks not looking up from her computer.

"Yes," I state.

She looks up gaping at me and I resist the urge to laugh at her reaction to me. She clears her throat before pressing a button on her desk.

"Mr. Jones is here, would you like me to lead him to the conference room?" she asks.

"No send him in," he says.

"Follow me."

She opens his door and I follow her into the room. I'm met with cold décor again. His desk is huge and mahogany wood. He has a two black leather chairs in front of the desk and lounge chair in the far right of the office. His bookshelf takes up the left wall and of course it's dark wood. It's like the dick is afraid of colors. But I guess when you're a cold-hearted jackass you tend to like things dark like your soul.

"Can I get you something to drink Mr. Jones?" she asks politely.

"A water would suffice," I say. She nods walking out the room.

"Have a seat" he says motioning to the chair in front of his desk.

We both sit down as she walks back into the room with my water. "Can I-" he starts.

She interrupts him by placing a mug on his desk. She smiles before kissing him softly and walking out the room. I thought it was wrong to have relations with those who work for you. She's too beautiful to be dealing with an asshole like him. The guy is tall, built, and he has amazing hazel eyes that tend to look golden at times. I can't lie and say that the little freckles dancing across the bridge of his nose aren't hot. People like him knew what they looked like and are pretentious assholes. He takes a sip from his mug raising his eyebrows up at me. I guess he wants me to talk, asshole. I start talking anyway about the new port and showing him the papers. Yes, having him on board would be more for the benefit of my company than his but I won't tell him that. At least he'll see some benefit rather than none at all.