Chapter 81 Fire
POV Damian:
Everything is fucked. My thoughts won’t focus on anything but her. It’s unbearable to be in her presence and not be able to touch her, not be able to silence that smart mouth of hers with mine. Scarlett is driving me insane, damn it. Did she have to moan that loudly? And seeing her this morning with that well-fucked expression didn’t help one fucking bit. My life is hell. My regret won’t let me sleep in peace. The only thing that’s been helping me is alcohol, but I even had to give that up. I know how much Scarlett suffered with her alcoholic father, and I couldn’t cause her the same pain, even though she’s not with me.
I love that petulant woman too much, so why can’t I fix my mistakes and run after her? I’m unhappy without her, but I can’t say it. I can’t express what I’m feeling. If Scarlett looked more carefully into my eyes, she would see everything I’m incapable of saying. My silence wouldn’t be enough for her, and that’s why I’m determined to let her be happy with my brothers. I’m not the right man for that kind of relationship; I know I could hurt her even more with my actions.
Sitting in my office, hiding from everyone, I think about what I’d like to be doing right now. How I’d love to provoke Scarlett, irritate her just to kiss her afterward with all the fire that ignites when we’re together. My cock is so hard I don’t know what to do to make it go down anymore. I masturbated listening to Scarlett moan with my brothers’ cocks fucking her, and ever since my cock wants more than just my damn hand. My thoughts are interrupted by knocks on my door. Just what I needed. Which one of my brothers is here to get on my damn nerves?
“Come in.”
The door opened, and my hand automatically went to my cock. I squeezed it hard, wanting to put an end to my madness named Scarlett petulant Monroe. She walked into my office, nose in the air, her damn dress so short that if she leaned over my desk I could see her pussy covered by her panties. Her tits are so good to look at, I’d give anything to know if they’re good to suck. Her eyes scan my office as if she’s looking for something, and what she’s looking for is exactly what I’m holding.
“Lose something, Scarlett?” I asked, being the asshole I know deep down she likes.
“No, I was just checking if there were any rare vases. I don’t want to risk accidentally breaking one.” She smiled, and my blood boiled.
“Good point. Do you know how much that vase you accidentally broke cost?”
“Sarcasm? Really, Damian? It doesn’t suit you.” She sat in the chair across from me. “And if you really want to talk about the accident that happened days ago, all I can say is sorry. Accidents happen.”
Accident, my ass.
“What brings you here?” I cut the conversation short. I don’t want to be near her longer than necessary. “Aren’t your boyfriends at the company?”
“They are. They’re with Aria, while I’m here trying to have a conversation with an asshole like you.”
“Starting with the compliments?” I asked, but judging by Scarlett’s furious expression, I decided to end this shit soon, or in a few minutes I’ll be fucking her on top of the desk. “What do you want to talk about?” She moistened her lips, smiling like the damn angel she isn’t.
“I want to go back to work…”
“No fucking way.” I interrupted her.
“Damian, I want to work, and if not here, it’ll be somewhere else. But unfortunately, other places won’t give me flexible hours.”
“Flexible hours?” Does she plan to work how many hours?
“How many hours were you thinking?”
“Well, I was thinking of WDMW.” She shrugged.
“WDMW? And what the fuck is that? Work after sucking you off? I’m not against it, but your boyfriends might not like it.”
“You are a disgusting asshole.” Sparks flew from her eyes.
“WDMW means: Work Depending on My Will.”
“Oh, of course. And what else does madam want? Ca
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“Oh, of course. And what else does madam want? Can I pay you depending on my will too?”
“It’s impossible to talk to you.” She stood up. “Anyway, I only came so you could keep believing you run some damn thing, but it was already settled. I start tomorrow.” I stood up too.
“You will not work for me.”
“I will!”
“You won’t. I am the CEO of this company. I decide, and that’s final.” Scarlett leaned forward, our faces inches apart.
“I’ll start tomorrow.”
“Scarlett, don’t provoke me, damn it!”
“I love provoking you.”
“I know you do. The petulance in you is out of this world.”
“Just like your arrogance and assholery.” We stared at each other, challenged each other. My cock is so hard, and I bet her panties are soaked. But damn it.
“Say what you want, but I know you love my arrogance and assholery.” She stayed quiet. “What, nothing to say? Aren’t you even going to try to deny it?”
“Actually, I love your arrogance and assholery. I love you the way you are.” I closed my mouth, caught off guard by her declaration. “But before I love you, I love myself, Damian, and I won’t accept less than I deserve. And I deserve much more than crumbs. I start tomorrow, and because of this show you made me put on, I’ll need to de-stress.” Scarlett held out her hand to me, and I furrowed my brow, not understanding. “Give me your credit card, asshole.”
“What?”
“Besides talking, now I need to draw it for you?” She scoffed. “I want you to give me your credit card. I’m going to the mall to spend a fortune on it, and while I’m there, I’ll buy my dress for your partner’s gala dinner.”
“You’re stressed because of me and you want my card to de-stress?” I asked mockingly.
“Yes.”
"I've had my cock hard since I was woken up by your moans, what are you going to give me to help me with my problem?" I asked, making Scarlett look at my cock, which was throbbing as she licked her lips.
"Err... The card, Damian." She ordered and my cock liked her authority.
I'm fucked. I sat down in the chair, opened the drawer and took out my wallet, taking out my credit card, which hasn't felt warm since my brothers took it to buy Aria's things.
“Here you go, I hope your boyfriends don't get jealous.” I put the card in his hand.