The Contract

chapter 4 - desist

Montana's POV

I slump back into the chair in front of Zeus as he sits in front of me on his desk. He motions for his bodyguards to exit his office as I glare at him and sit my bag down on the floor next to my heeled feet. I know I am not in the mood for his bullshit, but something about feeling how hard I make him turns me on.

I will never admit that out loud, but he's hot. I mean hot in a way that I can't stand more than anything in this world but still hot.

"What do you want?" I ask as he sits on his desk in front of me. He takes off his coat and throws it across his desk before loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. It's tempting when I follow his hands with my eyes and see his hard chest under his shirt.

"Explain this to me," he tells me pulling a white paper sheet off of his desk that I immediately know it is my resignation letter. He holds it in his hand for a few seconds before placing it back on his desk and looking at me.

"I don't know what you want me to say. I hate working here." I tell him as he stares. "Continue" he speaks as I glare past him at the beautiful city skyline as I sigh.

"I get looks now because of you following me after the discussion we had. The men on my floor stare at me constantly making me very uncomfortable and adding to that the stress of having everything I do so constantly monitored. I can't even pee in private and I'm constantly being talked about because of you making an appearance. I came to Chicago for my fresh start and you completely ruined that for me. I will not work somewhere that I am not comfortable or happy, I've worked too hard for my degree to be treated and torn apart like this." I spit out to him as I hold my legs and cross them one over the other.

I have on a white tied shirt, with high-waisted navy blue pants and a pair of heels I recently bought in the city yesterday. Along with my small gold earrings and gold watch, with my hair and makeup done. I wanted to feel confident today considering I had planned on leaving, but now I regret it because my pants are so tight that Zeus is looking at the curve of my thighs.

"And what do you expect my response to that to be?" he asks as I sigh. "Maybe let me leave?" I ask as he chuckles under his breath.

"Hell no, I have an alternative for you," he tells me as he leans closer to me. "There's recently been offices added to this wing, partially because I've fired representatives, partially because of the recent renovations from my fathers doing. You can take one, besides me and three others, and the bodyguards, it's quiet. You'll be alone most of the time and you can get your work done, understand?" he asks as I laugh.

"No, I don't understand. You have bipolar disorder you know that? One day I'm fired, the next you're changing my office?!" I yell as I stand in front of him. I overlook him as he sits on the end of his desk staring at my face.

"You work hard," he tells me bluntly as I laugh. "Used to, the Finance Trust Corporation has my resume in email and I will be going for an interview later this week thank you," I tell him as I reach down to grab my bag and he stops me.

He grabs my hip and spins me around into his chest as he opens his thighs to accommodate my frame. He leans into my personal space and breaths onto my lips as we share the same air. My stomach instantly has so many knots I can't speak, and his proximity is so close I can feel how wet I am.

"You piss me off" he whispers onto my lips as he watches me. "You don't fucking listen and I will not put up with it," he tells me as I stand shocked until I realize what he's just said and register that I will not let him speak to me like this.

"That being said, I have a proposal. An agreement of sorts," he whispers pulling me closer to him. Our noses touch as he holds my hips in his hands and I standstill.