Darkest Devotion

Chapter 4

Zaide's POV

Sitting at my desk, my eyes roam over the words on the pages of my documents as they blur together. I slam the paper down in a huff. This has been going on since she started working here. 

FLASHBACK

I sit back in my chair, looking out at the city before glancing down at my wrist watch. The new assistant should be here any second for the interview. At that thought, I hear a set of heels click into my office. Turning my chair to face the new employee, I'm met with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her mid-length brunette hair curled to perfection making me want to wrap the expanse around my fist as I take her from behind. 

The olive tint to her skin tone making my mind wonder just what it would taste like as my tongue travels from her neck down, right over those perky, larger breasts of hers. I make the mistake of looking down at her legs, her thighs pressing heavily against the fabric that adorns her skin. What I wouldn't do to be between those. Her entire outfit screams professional business woman but to me, it's screaming to be on the floor of my office with her naked body pressed against the windows facing the city. 

I finally manage to drag my eyes back up to her face, making eye contact with her bold green ones. My jaw clenches when I notice the lust swirling around in her vision, no doubt a mirror of my own. 

There's a pressure in my groin against the fabric of my pants making my blood boil at how fucking juvenile Zaide junior is being. She's my employee and even worse, my assistant. I can't be entangled with her like that, no matter how badly I want to be. 

I feel another rush of fire burn through my veins when I realize how this woman is making me feel. For making me want her so bad when I don't even know her. The best thing I can do for both of us is to make her hate me. 

Just like how I hate her for making me need her, when I don't need anything... ever. 

END FLASHBACK

So since then I've been trying to be as mean to her as I can be. Granted, doing that is easier said than done, especially when I know that I treat women with much more respect than that. I just can't risk a legal issue or something taboo being put in the tabloids about my company. 

I even had to play the big boss card and tell her to call me Mr. Castellan because hearing her call me sir was going to be a bigger issue for me than I care to admit. 

But the biggest issue is that I still end up flirting with her. When I came to her office and she was bent over in front of her cubbies, I almost lost all self control with the way her perfectly round ass was facing me. I managed to keep my cool and stay the cold, dick-ish boss, but our banter was starting to wind me up and I felt myself stalking towards her before I could catch myself. 

If things continue like this, I'll end up doing something very unprofessional-- and honestly? I don't think I would be able to find it in myself to regret it. 

If I cross that line with her, that's it. I won't let her go. 

I will tear down the world to keep her forever, in my arms, protected. 

But, she couldn't handle the truth about me. No one can. The best way I can protect her is to stay away from her. Which is why I can't cross that line. I can't. For her. 

A knock sounds at my door. I know who it is before I even answer, the scent of her perfume slipping under the door to my office and past the walls I'm trying to mentally build for her. 

My voice gruff, I say, "Come in."

The door softly opens and she steps in, her smell engulfing the room, suffocating my self-control. But that's not even the worst part. Her outfit...