I Hate You, Mr. Boss-Man [18+]

011

KATHERINE

"You don't fucking know me, Katherine!"

He spits angrily, the venom dripping from his lips, his face mere centimeters away from mine. "So, stop pretending as if you do!"

My chest heaved, my eyes searching through the fire within his steel blues. I overstepped, my big mouth putting me in this position right now. This morning was good, brunch with the Glabellos went fantastically, and I could see the thrill in Jesse's face when Mr. Glabello agreed to sign over his company. It was why we came here, and he finally succeeded.

The flight arrangement for Friday was ready to go, and that meant two more days in paradise but, paradise was taking a turn for the worst.

His outburst was sudden as opposed to the light banter before I pushed boundaries too far.

"I'm trying to!" I shout, my arms splaying out in frustration. "Goddammit, I'm trying to get to know you, I want to! But, you make it so fucking hard to be your friend!"

I wanted to stay calm or try to match his energy but I was too nervous for my own good, my heart hammering against my chest. Being brave conjured up the anxiety within, and it was because of that anxiety that I couldn't back down. I needed to stand my ground.

"My friend?!" Jesse scoffs, taking a step back, finally giving me some wiggle room. I stared at him, lips parted as I waited for what he was about to say.

I swear, if he was going to say some stupid shit, my hand was already prepared to slap him. "Yeah," I whisper, straightening my posture, lifting my chin, my pulse never letting up. "Your friend."

He stares at me, really stares at me. His eyes studied every inch of my face. Could he read the fear? See it, perhaps? Could he see the effect he had on me? It'd been a while since I had any type of crush, whether it be someone who I happened to cross paths with or a stranger on a subway.

The things I was feeling felt new, and somehow old. I remember how I felt with Jacob and it was nothing compared to the pull and need I felt with Jesse, even if I did hate him.

"Sweetheart," He scoffs again, shaking his head but this time, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You and I were never meant to be just friends." And before I could fully comprehend what he meant, his lips came over mine in a hard kiss.

I could die and go to heaven right now, my thoughts and emotions completely shattering at my feet. I felt heavy and light at the same time, his mouth gently working over mine. As soon as the immediate shock subsided, my palms reach for his jaw, kissing him back.

It was a conflicting matter, my mind screaming at me to push him away but my heart telling me to pull him closer. A confusing emotion. I hated him, but I wanted him at the same time? Did I need to seek therapy?

It escalated quickly, his hands sliding down to cup the swell of my ass, the pads of his fingers digging into the supple flesh so tenderly. I never wanted his hands to leave. His lips trail down my cheek, slowly but surely he started down my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses along the curvature of my neck. Luckily, I still had on today's brunch dress, the strapless neckline giving him all the access he wanted.

My fingers glide to the back of his neck, my nails scratching at his scalp he began to suck gently on the crook of my neck. He inhales deeply, "You smell so fucking good," He groans, a deep animalistic growl emerging from his throat as he crashes his lips back on mine, shoving his tongue inside my mouth. I moan, feeling a sudden ache between my legs, my panties getting wetter by the minute. I knew this was wrong but, why did it feel so fucking right?

I knew there was a part of me that liked him, Jennifer could see that-The many complaints hiding the simple fact that I wanted him to myself. I had reason anyway, his looks couldn't surpass his attitude and ego. Or maybe it could. What the hell did I know?

His hand suddenly comes between us, reaching under the skirt of my dress. His rough fingers grazing the skin of my inner thighs, causing a shiver to run up my spine. Sirens, red flags, the whole shebang was going off in the back of my mind. "Tell me to stop," He breathes heavily, tracing the inseam of the lacy fabric with his thumb. "And I will stop."

As badly as I wanted it to stop, I couldn't bring myself to be logical right now. I wanted him to touch me, feel me, give me what I'd been missing for the past seven years. "Please, don't stop," I yearned for it, longed for it and If he wasn't going to, there was always the showerhead.

Before I could pull away from his lips, I broke into a loud moan-His hand diving into my lace panties, his middle finger running between my soaked folds. "Fuck, you're so wet." His breath fanning over my mouth, his finger starting to rub small circles around my clit. I mewl, my brows pinched together as I grip onto his arms. "Does that feel good?" Jesse asks, pecking the side of my mouth, rubbing torturously slow.

"Mmhmm," I hum, nodding my head at the feel of his rough fingers giving me what I so badly sought but, I wanted, no-needed more. "Please," I whimper, rolling my hips to create more friction.

"What?" He grins, his eyes dark, ignited with a fire that I couldn't put out. His fingers press harder against me, making me cry out, my nails digging into his biceps. "Tell me what you need, baby, and I'll give it to you."

I could've come at the spot, his words making me wetter if possible. No one had ever called me baby, not even Jacob. It was always hun or bug but never baby. I rest my head against the wall at the intrusion of his finger, pumping slowly before adding a second digit.

"Is that what you wanted?" He says cockily as if he didn't know. "Wanted me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?"

I could feel it, the familiar curl in the pit of my stomach. I just needed a bit more- "Yes!" I moan, his fingers curling inside me, stroking my g-spot. "Oh my god, Jesse, yes!" My legs started to shake, my orgasm brimming at his pace.

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby." He grunts, his free hand cupping my chin. "I want to see you...want to watch you fall apart."

That was all it took to unwind me-a wave of pleasure washes over me as my forehead drops against his shoulder, my breathing, and heartbeat erratic. "Mmm," I groan, my brows furrowing-his fingers retreating, grazing my sensitivity as he removes his hand as a whole. My dress falls back to the middle of my thighs and I lift my head, looking up at him through my lashes-cheeks burning madly.

The warmth was gone just as fast it came, his back turned to me in a flash. "Night, sweetheart." And he ascends upstairs.

What the fuck just happened?