Page 17 of My Heartless Soul

“You will be my boyfriend, and I am not repeating myself.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That doesn’t work for me.”

“Good thing I don’t really care what works for you, and since I am the one signing your checks, what I say goes.”

“I can’t be your boyfriend.” There is no humor or smiles around us, just electrifying tension.

“Why?”

“Because you are my boss, and I simply can’t.” There is no need for her to know that explaining this to my daughter and sister would be hell. And to my cock. Yeah, he would be the hardest to deal with. Pun intended.

“That’s not an excuse, especially since, as your boss, I am adding it to your list of duties.”

“Kira—” I start, but she interrupts me.

“Vassar, let me make it easy for you. You either play along, or you go find another job.”

“New job it is.” I try to stand up, but her stiletto-clad foot flies up faster than I can blink, landing straight on my chest as she presses me back into the chair with it, and I gulp again.

Because fuck, this is hot. Not to mention straight out of my wet dream.

I can see her creamy white skin peeking from underneath her pants, her delicate ankles arched perfectly for me to imagine them digging into my back as I slip inside her tight pussy, fucking her hard and rough.

Wrong train of thought, Vas. Very, very wrong.

I lift my eyes up to where she towers over me, her heel still on my body as she bends over. Oh, fuck me, she is as flexible as a rubber band, and this is one piece of information I could have lived without knowing my whole life.

“I don’t think you understand,” she whispers when her face is mere inches from mine, and I can taste her lipstick without it even touching my own lips. I can see the variations of the different shades of red in her hair. I can see each grove and crevice on those red, plump lips. I can see the sparkle of a challenge in her witchy-green eyes. But I can also see a bit of hidden lust. The one she tries to tame down, and I am not sure if I should feel proud or scared as fuck about this realization.

My eyes trail over her foot pressed into my heart and then back to her lips as her blazing gaze falls down to my own. Every fiber in my body screams, but whether it’s to run or grab her and tear off her clothes is yet to be determined.

Only, Kira doesn’t play my games.

No, she makes her own as she leans even closer, grazing against my lips, and in the next second, I feel the softness and warmth of her tongue gliding over them.

Fuck. Me.

My whole body jolts awake, the teasing sensation spreading to the tips of my toes.

She is still hovering over my mouth, my lips not far from her tongue when she speaks, “Your only choices are being my fake boyfriend or working as an Uber driver because what I say always goes. And what I would say is that no restaurant, not even a fast food hole-in-the-wall, is allowed to hire you.” Her eyes shine with malice and dark promises that this is anything but a bluff. “Am I making myself clear enough now?” That sweet, saccharine voice is back, and I feel a shiver run up my spine from her tone.

Yet my cock was already crying in outrage when she pulled away from my body.

What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?

Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, or maybe I offended the universe somehow in the past few days to deserve this? I was sure I already served my penance with my ex-wife. I was so damn sure, but I guess not.

Because there isn’t really a choice here anymore. I can’t quit. My family won’t survive it.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome me to hell…because I just signed my life away to the Ursula of the seas. And just like in my daughter’s favorite cartoon…I might lose myself to her.

Living out my meek existence at the bottom of her waters.

Chapter eight

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