Page 52 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

“I hire help, because I can afford to. And you’re in luck, because that means you have a fucking job.” He growled.

“You’re right about one thing.” My heart was racing, I knew I was egging on the bear.

“What the hell is that?” He gave me a look that could burn me to the ground.

“You do need help, and lots of it.” I spat.

In a flash, he was in front of me, slamming his office door shut. He grabbed my face between his thumb and fingers, and I felt a pool of warmth between my legs as he towered over me, pressing me into the back of his door. It had been weeks since he had touched me. As I trembled under him, I couldn’t decipher if it was a look of lust, or hatred, in his eyes. His grip was tight, but I still couldn’t help the way his touch made me feel. The closeness of him was making me intoxicated as my body thrummed with adrenaline. I hated that he had this effect on me, even when I was so angry at him, even when we were facing off.

His voice lowered, “Maybe you’re right, maybe I do need help. I can think of one thing you can help me with, love.” I felt his hard cock pressed against me through his pants. And suddenly I was all longing for him, and I didn’t care that he had basically ruined my life. I wanted more of the drug that was Damian.

I found myself biting my lip, and looking at his lips, melting against his body once again. I reached out and palmed him over his pants, and his eyes darkened.

“That’s what I fucking thought, Addison.” And he suddenly let go of my face, and both his hands were on either side of my head, pressed against the door behind me, as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You can stomp around here all you want, pretending that you’re pissed at me, but I know you still want me.”

And he was right.

I shuddered at the warmth radiating off him, feeling dizzy as I breathed in his earthy cedarwood and neroli smell.

He reached one arm around me, and just as I thought he was bringing his mouth down to mine, he pulled the door open, prompting me to stumble forward into his chest. He grabbed the back of my neck, tilting my head up, and brought his mouth to my ear, making me melt.

“I’m in fucking charge. Don’t forget that, love.”

Before I knew what was happening, he slipped his hand into his pocket, and the diamond bracelet was back on my wrist in one swift motion with a soft click. With that, he opened the door, and I stumbled out as the door slammed behind me.

Angrily, I stood on the other side of the door, trying to catch my breath, and I clawed at the bracelet clasp, trying to get it undone. For some reason it wasn’t opening like it normally would. My hands were trembling and I couldn’t get it open.

The more I struggled with it, the more I felt hot and embarrassed that I thought Damian was actually going to kiss me, and even more embarrassed that he had called me out. He knew I had wanted him to kiss me.

Frustrated, I yanked at the bracelet, and it remained firmly clasped on my wrist.

What the fuck? Why won’t this come off? What did he do?

I whirled back around, swallowing my tears down, and shoved Damian’s office door open, slamming it behind me.

“What is this?” I angrily spat.

“Whats, what.” He said smugly, not looking up from his computer.

I closed the space between us and shoved my wrist under his nose from the other side of his desk. “What did you do?”

He leaned back in his chair smugly. “I don’t know what you mean, love.”

“Why the fuck won’t this come off?”

He smirked at me, not saying anything for a moment. Finally, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a small key, with a red tassel hanging from it. “Like I told you, you do what I say, when I say. From now on, that includes when you’re allowed to take your jewelry off. Which is never, by the way. You’re going to wear that damn bracelet until I take it off you.”

My pulse went through the roof, and my blood was boiling. “Excuse me? When I'm allowed to?” I was just about ready to lay into him when I heard a knock at the door, and I cut myself off, realizing I was shouting.

“Come in.” Damian called, while drilling through me with his smug look.

“Good afternoon Mr. West.”

“Charlie. Have a seat. Ms. Easton was just on her way out.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, with my jaw jutted out, and left his office, closing the door behind me.

I went and sat back down at my desk, utterly stunned at what had just happened. I was so confused. One minute I was hating Damian and the next minute I was waiting for him to kiss me in his office. The next minute, he was possessively telling me when I was allowed to remove jewelry that I had clearly said I didn’t want. I didn’t know how I could have been more clear. I threw the damn thing in the trash can, which I knew would piss him off. And I was right, only now, I had apparently instigated him to do this.

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