It was nearly night time. Her eyes were dropping every second as Mia stared at the screen. She was aware that most of the employees have gone home but not her. Oh no. Since she had no one to go home to, she could easily spend as much time in the Rossi building until they completely shut down the lights. Also, the reason she had to stay back had more to do with her cruel boss. It was Damons punishment, after all. Not staying late but finishing the projects he asked her to.
Mia finished a very small portion of the papers that were filled to the brink with typos.
The employee was sure that Damon did that on purpose just to stall her. Organising them was a pain in the ass, but that's what he wanted her to do so she couldn't deny it. Mia took deep breaths in between, trying not to scream at the screen hurting her eyes or the fact that Damon was sitting in his chair, probably laughing cracking his knuckles and laughing like a true Bond villain. Maybe she needs to stop watching movies.
Throughout the night, she cursed her boss in her head.
"Still working, Miss Grace?" An amused voice echoed from her front. She didn't have to guess herself second to know who it belonged to. Raising her head, Mia met his eyes, glaring at him as he had a coy smirk playing at his lips. He was so enjoying this! Knowing that she had no option but to do what he asked for the next four months. Only if it was that easy to get away with murder. Alas!
"Don't you want to go home?" He innocently blinked at her. He was teasing—the damn bastard.
Mia snorted before smiling and with a sweet voice, said, "No sir, I am perfectly fine with staying here and completing the work you so kindly offered me. I hope to help you with vastly improving this company. After all, your father has worked so hard to make a name of it."
That last comment was meant to stung. Even though his father started the business, apparently Damon had a massive hand in making it big. That's what the gossip is about anyway. She didn't know if she should believe it. On the one hand, it's possible as Damon was in his mid-thirties, extraordinarily talented and had a successful hotel up and running in Spain before he took over. But on the other hand, she simply didn't want him to be credited for it.
Damon only raised an eyebrow with a slight frown. In the end, he just shrugged and walked away. Not even a goodbye or good luck. What can she even expect?
***
The next morning as she entered the office, barely functioning and with lips pressed together, Mia received many looks directed her way. Nothing new. She didn't fit the conventional standard set by the office. That was not to look like a zombie every morning. Staying up till three in the night does that to you alright. Who's going to tell them that?
Shaking her head, she rushed to Jane's desk, noticing AJ lounging on the chair. He was another person whom she tolerated.
"Where is Jane?"
AJ made an exasperated sound. "Getting tea."
"And what are you doing at her desk? Did the big boss finally ask you to leave?" She teasingly asked, setting her bag on the table. It was a running joke in the office because he was warned one too many times to be fired. Somehow they never fire him.
He snorted. "As if anyone wants to get rid of me!"
"Oh, you have no idea!"
AJ rolled his eyes and sat upright. "Whatever. Just tell me this. Is it true then?"
Oh, and also one of the biggest gossip. The reason he got warned to be fired. But that's AJ for you he'll never let go of his habit.
"Is what true?"
"That you and Damon spent some alone time in the conference room yesterday" He wriggled his brow.
Mia scoffed, mock offended. "As if I would let him breathe anywhere near me."
"But he's so handsome!"
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" She exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Because it's true."
Before she could reply, Jane rushed towards them and handed a cup of tea to Mia. "Just finish this quickly!"
"Why?"
"Boss called a team meeting at 9:30 to discuss the work module" Jane started taking a large sip of her herbal tea and immediately wincing. The twenty-five-year-old stared in confusion at her best friend. What meeting?
"What? You don't know? An email was sent at seven this morning."
"Oh, I haven't checked it."
Jane sighed. "Yeah! Check it and go through the document attached before the meeting."
***
Everyone from the team gathered in the conference room at 9:30 with their laptops. They were nervous; faces pale as they stared at the art hung around the office, waiting for Damon.
Mia roamed her eyes around the room. There's only a handful of people which made it even more enjoyable.
"I can sleep on this," Mia huffed to Jane.
"I wish I can sleep with our boss" AJ corrected, adjusting his glasses.
"You both are getting way too bold! Try saying that in front of our boss!" Jane snickered.
Mia giggled to which AJ knocked her elbows. There's no way they could say anything in front of Damon.
She was going through the document again when some chattering and laughing sounds from outside the room caught her attention. When she looked up at the door, a tall man wearing a black suit, white shirt, and blue tie walked inside, fixing the bridge of his black glasses. The room instantly filled with the overpowering smell of cologne. His shoes were shinier than the mirror at Mia's home. It took her a second to realise that it's Damon in glasses.
Mia felt her throat go dry at that. Since when did he wear glasses? Most of the people were slack mouthed as well, maybe trying to figure out the same thing. Damon headed straight to his seat, a blank look on his face. As expected. She's starting to wonder someone does piss him off on the way to work. What else could cause that look on his face?
Everyone greeted him, except Mia, who was at a loss of words by looking at him. On instinct, Damon turned to her and their gazes locked. For that every second she couldn't breathe, cheeks flushed as he narrowed his eyes at her.
Clearing his throat, Damon settled down in his seat on the far side of the table.
What was going on with her? That's such a strange reaction. Schooling her features, she turned to the other man who entered the room. Chris. She knew him very well. He's the guy who interviewed her along with Rossi Sr. Nowadays she rarely saw him as he was overlooking Damon's office in Spain.
"Mia" He breathed, settling on the opposite seat to her. "Good morning. How are you doing?"
"Morning, Chris. It's been a while" He shrugged.
"I am great, thanks. How are you?" She asked, smiling, turning her full attention to him.
"Pretty great actually. Spain is a lot warmer than New York, so there's that," Chris chuckled.
Someone cleared their throat loudly before she could respond. Mia turned her head to look at Damon, who had a scowl on his face. His jaw clenched. "Are you two done? We can reschedule this meeting after your date if you would like"
Mia turned red at that. What was his problem? Chris met her for a long time. They were simply catching up like people are supposed to, but with Damon, it's always wrong.
"Damon don't be an ass" Chris huffed.
"It's sir to you" Damon corrected, glaring at him.
"Okay, sir, don't be an ass."
Mia smothered her giggles, coughing and immediately focusing on her knees. She so wanted to see the look on her boss face.
"Don't make me fire you" Damon warned him. "Get to your work now."
"Everyone doing good today?" Chris cleared his throat, mustering a polite smile. "Alright, let's start."
Chris rubbed his hands together and opened his presentation connected to the screen through the projector. He started blabbering something about construction and schedule. Frankly, Mia was very out of it.
Everyone started clapping, which woke her up.
Damon had a gleam in his eyes as he stared at the screen with his elbows resting on the armrest and index fingers, touching his lips. It distracted her for a while.
Chris continued. "All ok with it?"
Everyone nodded as he proceeded with the slides.
Mia looked over her shoulder and blushed at Damon's intense gaze on her. She quickly turned her head back to the screen, but she could feel her heart beating wildly as his gaze lingered on her throughout the meeting.
The meeting dragged for several hours. Four to be precise as everyone was asked to pitch their ideas and then cons and pros were measured. After that, they finalised on one idea given by Renee because she's talented even though annoying. Then the meeting was over, and everyone started to leave.
As Mia dragged her feet to the door, a voice interrupted her.
"Miss Grace"
"Yes?"
"What about lunch?"
She blinked at him slowly. "Excuse me?"
"Chris-He...wants you to join us for lunch."
Her eyes flickered to Chris, who was wrapping her, he smiled at her. "Okay, sure I will join."
***
/His POV/As Damon stared at Mia, move so graceful around the conference, trying to get to Chris, he couldn't help but think. The day he first saw her, through the dingy laptop screen because he was too busy in Spain to bother with interviews in New York. He was on the eighteenth floor, the view of the city mesmerising in every sense. On the screen he noticed the room which wasn't very abstract, it's the brilliant mix of the lavish and sleek interior that was captivating, none of it helps in toning down the pressure of the interview in the room. It has been going on for more than an hour, and it doesn't seem like the three interviewers are anywhere near the end. It's boring.He glided his fingers gently on the wood while rounding the corner of the table and settled back in his chair, watching as another one failed. Damon was tempted just to close the screen and get it down with. Leave it with his father to handle it on hi
Mia raised her eyebrows as a pink cocktail slid in front of her. She's sitting at the bar of the club she's been for like thousand times already. Shangri La the most happening spot in Manhattan. Also her favourite for several reasons.Chris thought it would be a good idea to catch up in a loud place. Jane was going to join them soon. That's what Chris had said anyways, but he bailed half an hour ago for some brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Mia was a bit mad about that. What happened to talking and catching up? She's a little bitter because she is also a brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Then again Mia is not interested in sleeping with Chris, though, so she understood.A man leaned against the bar next to her and motioned towards the drink. "Hey, angel. Couldn't help but notice you were here by yourself, so I thought I'd replace your drink."
Mia couldn't help but remember the exact incident that led up to the following moment. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of previous night—the things she did in her drunken state.The twenty-five year old looked at the camera to make sure it was aimed perfectly in between her thighs, and she reached a prodding hand to feel and make sure the blue jewel was visible. It matched her eyes and also the added colour will make the pictures far more delicate. That's what she aimed for.She maintained her arch and grabbed for the remote, letting her other hand get lost in the sheets as the vibrator edged close enough to her g spot to have her wiggling for even the smallest amount of extra pressure. Mia's hand finally tensed around the remote, and she pressed the button without thinking much about a pose.As s
Damon clenched his jaw. "I asked you a simple question, Mia. Who were you sending those pictures?"Mia shivered at the tone, her spine chilling at the way his voice drawled. There was a hidden tone of possessiveness behind that, or atleast she could detect it. She couldn't help but twist her lips in between her teeth, her cheeks heating up. How should she answer that question?Then again, it's none of his business. He had no control over her life outside the business, so she met his eyes, gaze hardened. "I don't think it's related to my job, sir.""It's not, but I just want you to know I don't share."Her mouth fell open at that. What did he mean by that? Before she could question him about it, Damon made a so
/HIS POV/One minute he's standing right in front of her and the very next, Damon heard her exhale, shivering as they took a step closer. His fingers trailed towards the hem of her shirt. For a minute, he couldn't believe it, hesitant and wanting to change his mind. However, her flushed face was very inviting, and he couldn't control himself. Not anymore.He gripped the waistband of her long striped pants and pushed them down.The CEO watched in bated silence, the pounding of his heart growing deafening as the red lace was slowly revealed. Thong. Red, lace thong."Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though.
Mia held her breath as she stumbled out of her boss office, aware of her appearance. She took her bag and threw the jacket over her shoulders, desperately trying to button it with her fingers that were also shaking. Her thighs were still sticky and damp as she had slid those pants on and marched out of his office with arrogance.Fortunately for her, Damon hadn't left yet, probably still standing in his office with a frown on his face at the way she behaved. No, she didn't even want to think about it, too busy staring at the elevator in front of her.She hoped that it would arrive before she had to see her boss again. Just thinking about his reaction made her shiver.Mia was trying not to think about what had happened, not until she left. She had let him eat her out, which also happened to be t
He took a deep breath in through his nose and threw the paper on the floor. Mia watched as the crushed receipt fell on the ground. Before she could voice out against it, Damon was cornering her. Within a minute, she was pressed against the wall and his body.A shiver ran down her spine as his cold breath fanned her face. Mia wanted to scream. This was not happening again! But for some reason, she couldn't do anything but watch his eyes. His hand came towards her cheek, and she inhaled sharply, anticipating his touch."Tell me if you don't want this" He whispered.She stayed quiet. Mia arched into his touch, letting him cradle her cheek. Her boss leaned forward and slammed their lips together. She whimpered softly as Damon bit down on her bottom lip, their kiss growing deeper and more overwhe
Stella and Jane dragged her to some posh dessert bar which happened to be New York's new thing. Mia didn't refuse because who could say no to sweet and alcohol? That's how she doing herself sitting with my her best friends, drinking a splash of champagne and fruit on the patio of the new bar.It was a warm evening. Breeze blew by them as they sat on the edge, away from prying ears talking about everything and nothing."So, how's work?" Stella asked, between a mouthful and another in her fruit tart. That didn't look edible at all. Mia didn't know why her friend took an extra serving of that. "Is that asshole of your boss still pissing you off, Mia?"At the mention of Damon, a shiver ran down her spine. Her disdain towards her boss wasn't exactly a secret to the people close to her. More than