The CEO's Command

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Ms. Royce, your father has called for the twelfth time in the last hour. What do you want me to tell him if he calls again?" my assistant, Veronica informs then asks me.

"Tell him to kiss my ass," I tell her and walk away. The workers of my father's company, soon to be mine, gulp with fear and scurry away from me after I pass them on my way down the elevator and through the lobby. I roll my eyes and apprehensively bite my lower lip.

Of course they're scared of me. My father is one of the most successful business men in the country and once he – forcibly hands the company over to me – I will be the heinous lesser of two evils.

If it's not clear yet, I hate my father. Not so much as him as a person, more as he is a complete asshole for giving me something as heavy as an enterprise without considering how I feel first. He's always been stubborn and head strong, I guess I can't be surprised when people say I get the same traits from him.

Once reaching outside, the wind causes my hair to blow slightly down my back. I stride over to the awaiting town car and I stop from entering regrettably.

"Athena," I heard my name being called by a very familiar name.

"Father," I mutter under my breath. I whip around on my heels and raise a brow. Beside my father stood the infamous successor of Moretti enterprises, Damien Moretti. The same man who just the other day had me twitching in anticipation and dying for the need of his hands to pleasure me. "Damien,"

His blue eyes burned into me as he held that usual devil-may care smirk. "Athena," he purred, making sure to pronounce the T extra hard, exposing a slit of his tongue I wanted to run down my slit.

"-Huh?" my father said.

"What?" I frown. "You said something."

Father rolls his eyes, "I said, why haven't you been answering my calls?"

I shrug, "I was in a meeting you forced me to attend, remember?"

"Yeah, but still, I'm your father."

"So...?"

He narrowed his eyes. "So, you should answer the phone. I don't want to hear some fucking assistant to tell me you're too busy for me."

I breathed roughly and rubbed the back of my neck. "What is it that you were calling me for, dad?"

He pursed his lips. "The annual ball is occurring tonight. Be there. I'll have a limo pick you up at nine."

"But-"

"No buts," he points his finger in a fatherly way that made me frown and look down at these damned shoes that were killing me but I was forced to wear when I entered this building for something important.

I swear nowadays all I'm doing is because I'm being forced to, not because I want to. Why? Why can't I do something because I love and want to do it instead of being forced with no input at all?

I hear my father walk away, him satisfied with my self-explanatory silence, and look up. I furrow my brows and find Damien staring at me, his hands in his pockets. He was smiling and half smirking. I look side to side and raise a brow at him, shrugging.

"Can I help you or...?"

He laughed humorlessly, "Ah, no, not right now but soon," his eyes zoomed all around my body making me both uncomfortable and hot at the same time. His smirk grew as his eyes darkened, "You will soon be able to help me in more ways than one... pet."