Caught by the Boss ✔️

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HENRY/HECTOR

I sit across Leila on the dining table. She pushes her carrots around her plate with a fork, lost in thought. It's amusing how she's the one stressing out when I'm the one spending thousands of dollars on her proposal ring and willing to lose my empire for her. But Leila is sweet and caring. That's why I fell for her. I'm not surprised that she thinks I'm crazy and worried I would be taken advantage of. I trust her more than I trust myself and I know she's not a gold digger.

I finish my food and stand, walking around the table to embrace her and kiss her cheek. "Are you playing with your food because you want me to drag you onto my lap and feed you?"

She scrambles to pick up her knife and fork and shove her mouth full

I chuckle. "You insult me."

She swallows. "It's not about insulting you. It's about escaping your paws. I know that if you fed me, I would end up flat on the table within minutes."

"Hmm... you would deny me dessert?"

She rolls her eyes. "It's a wonder that you managed to run a company when all you think of is sex."

My laugh fills my home. A home that once felt too organized and big. The walls were shining with meaningless trophies and certificates. Now that Leila is here, my home is transformed.

I kiss her cheek. "I think I like Laura more than you."

"We're the same person."

I smirk. "Yeah, but she was less into bickering and more into spreading her legs."

She makes a sound of frustration and swats at me. I grab her wrist and kiss her soft, small hand.

"I love them both. Live with you both. Work with both. Marry both. Fuck both."

Her furrowed brow flattens, and she shyly looks away. I tip her chin up, returning her gaze to mine. I stare into her brown eyes and see a treasure. I'm a rich man not because of what I have in the bank, but because I have her.

— —

It has been two days since Leila moved into my home. The rest of her belongings were shipped to my place. She was frantic when she

remembered that she was breaking her lease and would have to pay damages. I told her that I would take care of it, but that only made the adorable woman panic more.

She insisted on taking care of this, claiming it was her problem. I let her be, because I recognize this will be a long road. Slowly but surely, I will convince her to let me take care of her financially. But for now I'll give her space.

I called a few of my acquaintances—business people that might be interested in investing in my upcoming company. Leila sat next to me. She had a notepad and a pen and took notes as she listened intently. Her concentration was so fucking cute that I kept losing track of the conversation. Her brow was furrowed, her fingers right around a pen, and her lips pouting. It's a wonder I get anything done around here.

It's night now. We just had dinner—although Leila didn't eat much.

She now sits on the couch with her laptop. She has been researching all day, although I'm not sure what.

I reply to an email on my cellphone and set it down on the table. Then I make way to the couch. Leila doesn't look at me even as I sit beside her. I reach for the hem of my t-shirt and lift it. Once the shirt is off, Leila's gaze fastens on me. I grin. I know my girl like the back of my hand. The sassy fireball can't say no to my body.

"I don't know what you're up to, but I don't have time for games," she says. "I'm busy."

"Why are you so distracted?" I ask.

"Uh, no reason."

"Leila..." I say sternly. "I don't take lies kindly. Tell me what it is."

She glances at her notepad that's littered with post-it notes.

"Baby..." I press on, reaching for her because I can't keep my hands off. Even if I was paid for it, I wouldn't be able to do it.

I cup her face and kiss her forehead. Then I toss her laptop and notebook on the coffee table and snatch her onto my lap.

"There. You tricked me into pressing you against my chest. You can stop pouting now," I joke.

She sighs. "It's the business calls. I didn't understand most of what you were discussing. The law and policies. I understand the financial things from my background as an accountant, but I've got a thousand notes about other topics that I don't understand."

So that's what this is about.

"You're not stupid. You will understand these concepts with time."

"After what? Years? How can I be your partner and coworker if I understand an important business conversation?" she shakes her head and crosses her arms over her chest. "Maybe I should stay out of your way."

"Leila," I grit. "Intelligence goes hand-to-hand with determination. And you're the most spirited woman I know. If you set your heart on mastering this trade, then you will succeed. Hell, you were determined to make my life hell and you succeeded for months. I was miserable." I chuckle, but she isn't amused.

"Don't remind me about your lies or I might leave again."

"Then I'll lick your pussy in the car until you're boneless and forget why the hell you were mad." My cock hardens at the thought. Sweet pussy like hers could ruin fucking countries.

I try to concentrate, but having her on my lap doesn't help. "Don't distract me," I grunt. "I was saying that you can do anything. That's why I fell for you."

She sags against me. "Thank you."

"Of course, babe." I peck her lips. "Now give me the notes and let me quiz you. For every correct answer, I'll let you lick my cock."

She snorts. "Sounds like this would only benefit you."

"Don't question a successful man. I might have peculiar methods, but I get results. Now, question one is: what is vesting?"

I stare at her eagerly, praying for the correct answer.

She sighs. "Earning an asset over time."

"Good job, baby." I reach for my zipper. "Come get your reward."

She rolls her eyes and pulls her hair into a ponytail, lowering her lips onto my raging cock.

I groan. I want to lock her up immediately. If she'd let me, I'd buy her a ring right fucking now.