On His Terms

○×15:lost deals & controlling fathers○×

<Sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said.>

|Kian|

Friday, June 18, 2021

I WAS all shades of annoyed.

If I could get away with murder, fuck knows, Jadesola's infuriating yet tempting body would have been chopped in jagged pieces and fed to the sharks. In all fucking honesty.

I thumped my fist hard on the desk, not at all caring if I sustained a bruise. I hadn't just lost the deal, courtesy to Jadesola, I had also done away with the respect that Micheal and his associates held for me.

An angry hiss escaped my lips as I dragged my fingers through my hair repeatedly. What the hell was wrong with my personal assistant? For someone who owed me a substantial amount of debt, she possessed a huge amount of pride and stubbornness. A trait that wasn't going to get her far, not with my wicked intentions.

I stared at nothing, my gaze unseeing as I recalled the stunt she'd pulled a day ago. Right after I'd clearly warned her to stay on the fucking path.

***

Once Jadesola took her leave, shoulders bolsted up in defiance, I gave myself some minutes to recover, still hard as a stone.

I was reeling from what just occurred a few minutes ago. How the hell had I gone from a zero to a hundred, dallying with a worker? And not just any worker, a fucking black one who'd stained my shirt with wine. Again.

I grunted, my nerve ends still humming with the remnants of her touch as I closed my eyes. The warmth of her silky skin, the moan that had escaped those pouty lips of hers had left me undeniably hard. Consumed in lust. Even though I'd done the seducing, I'd actually been the one seduced. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Prying my eyes open, I proceeded to the mirror in front. I let my palms fall on either side of the sink, gripping the enamel hard. My wine streaked face, reflected in the silvered glass, stared back at me, my eyes wide. A dirty face and a dirty mind. What a charming combination.

Flicking that thought away, I unfastened my cufflinks and loosened my tie. I needed to wash my hands and face. Clean off the damage she'd wrecked in the midst of my clients.

As I did the annoying ritual of unbinding those cufflinks, something Jadesola had mentioned echoed in the confines of my head.

One inch dick.

Yeah right, I scoffed and turned the tap on. The liquid ran, spurting out in quiet gushes as I cupped it with my hands and let the cool water slide over my heated face. The bitch had actually dubbed my dick one-inch. The minute she'd said that, it had taken all the willpower vested in me to not show her how false her statement was.

Done, I reached out to the white towel hung over the rack and wiped my hair clean in a hurry. My presence was sorely needed in that boardroom. I needed to be certain that she was keeping to her words.

With one last gaze at the mirror, I checked myself out. A bit satisfied with how I appeared, I stalked out of the restroom. Even though my damp hair went up in spikes, a huge transparent smear painted on my shirt and the cloying smell of wine oozing off of me. Yes, it didn't sell the image of a confident businessman, but I was more presentable.

With every step I took closer to the room, bits and pieces of what an accented feminine voice said filtered into my ears, "I know you all are surprised at what happened a few minutes ago. I would be too. Anyways to let you understand what I go through and why I did that, I'll explain. But first, my master," when she mentioned master, there were gasps from the members. "Deserved it."