Page 32 of Billionaire's Black Assistant

He looked away angrily and smashed the phone he held against the wall. It shattered in pieces on the floor with a loud crash.

“Dean! What the hell? That’s my phone!” She went to gather it up, shocked at his reaction. What is wrong with him?

“I’ll get you another. I’ll get you a thousand damned phones, just tell me about Guy and why you think you can move in with him.”

“Dean!”

“Explain, Sheri. If he’s your best friend, why is he texting and emailing you calling you ‘baby,’” said Dean furiously. “Telling you he can’t wait to show you how he really feels once he has you in his arms?”

Sheri stared into Dean’s fiery gaze, quaking at how angry he looked, like the devil himself.

“Guy’s just…,” she began, but her voice trailed away as she averted her gaze.

“Keep talking,” he said impatiently, and she sighed.

“He’s really just a friend, more like a brother even. I told him not to call me baby or tease me with saying stuff like in those messages. But he wouldn’t listen.” She shrugged, and saw Dean was still looking at her with blazing eyes. She refused to balk, but stood her ground, hands folded over her chest as she met his angry gaze squarely.

“So the message where he says he’s always wanted you to see him differently, but he never dreamed it was possible until now? Does this not seem odd in any way to you?”

Sheri stopped short, her eyes darting as she let Dean’s words sink in. When he said them like that, they did sound somewhat questionable. Only now could she slowly begin to read between the lines, realizing things she’d blinded herself to just because she wanted to be blinded.

Was it possible that Guy was not joking after all?

“I…um…” Sheri faltered, frown creasing her forehead.

“Even I can tell whoever he is, he’s not joking about this,” hissed Dean.

“Whatever Guy might be thinking, there’s no guarantee he has plans on acting on any of it, not without my consent,” she said, while shaking slightly from his anger. Dean now looked menacing, and she took a step back, but he pulled her to him by her arm bringing their faces almost nose to nose.

“Well, do you?”

She looked confused. “What?”

“Do you consent? Do you in anyway return his sentiments?”

“No, I don’t,” Sheri couldn’t help but say honestly.

“Good. Then I wouldn’t have to kill him in anger,” said Dean, eyes hard as ice holding hers.

“Dean! Don’t talk like that!” she shouted. He angrily pulled away to stand afar off, facing the window as he seemed to try and regain his cool.

“I remember him from that night I first saw you both at the restaurant,” he finally said in a normal voice as he faced her again, though the icy rims of his eyes showed he was anything but normal. “So how long has he been in love with you?”

“What do you mean? I don’t know!” she cried defensively. She couldn’t believe now how clueless she’d been and even now, she could still barely envisage that Guy possibly had actual feelings for her.

“I’m just as surprised about it as you are,” she confessed. “I guess he kept trying to tell me, but I just wouldn’t listen. It always seemed like just one of his jokes.”

Dean’s eyes were hard on her again. “Come here,” he commanded.

“No.” She looked away, defiance rising back to the surface. She wasn’t about to play the former submissive Sheri he could order around.

“Princess, you better come here on your own volition, otherwise when I come there to get you, I don’t know what I’ll do. But I guarantee it wouldn’t be nice.”

Sheri gulped and tried to hide her shivering backbone. She stalked up to him with as much bravado as she could garner and glared up at him as she stood inches away, hands on her hips. Now what, her eyes seemed to defy him, only for her to squeal when he suddenly caught her wrist and slammed her against his chest. His powerful hold kept her imprisoned to his equally strong frame and she just couldn’t fight his possessive hold.

“Tell me, did you kiss him?” Dean asked, eyes pinned on her mouth as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but no!”

“None of my concern? Sheri Wilson, you…are…mine. Everything about you concerns me,” said Dean in that dangerously low voice that twisted up her panties. “So, you never let him touch you? Did you two ever make out?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not answering any more of your questions!”

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