🖤 Grumpy Boss Series – 7 Irresistible Billionaire Romances

Ross

“What do you fucking want?”

I barked as my sexy Kansan secretary, Scarlett entered my office. I shouldn’t have been so crude, and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired and out of patience. Us New Yorkers had a way of speaking that at times appeared to be crude to the rest of the country, but for us? It was natural. 

Either way, Scarlett was my secretary, not my wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’d been repeating the mistake over the course of the week. 

A man should always learn from his mistakes. 

Monday, I should have put an end to it.

Tuesday was too tempting.

Wednesday, it was getting kind of silly…and all the days after that were nothing but plain stupidity and I was paying the price, big time. 

Usually, when a woman sees me with a whip in my playroom they tell me to be gentle or they see me with a paddle and demand that I don’t smack them too hard. 

Not Scarlett, she was every man’s fantasy in the playroom, boardroom, office, parking lot and in the elevator, but not in my bedroom. She became too attached from the moment I made the mistake of fucking her in there.

That was when she showed her true colors and none of them were pretty. She killed the fun on Thursday when she asked me to hold her in my bed. That was something that I never do, but while I was carrying her from the playroom to the living room, she asked to lay down in my bed, just for a little while. She’d asked with sweet eyes full of longing and I’d stupidly caved. Somehow, she managed to stay the night. Ladies never spend the night at my place, so I should have called it off right then, but I didn’t. I was a horny fool and after that night I decided that she wouldn’t stay over at my place anymore.

I’d go to her place, fuck her and as soon as she was sleeping, I’d be out of the door. I always managed to tire her out, so it wasn’t an issue sneaking out.

Big mistake.

I’m now stuck with a woman that’s…clinging. A shiver of disgust raced down my spine as soon as I thought the word. I glanced up at her as she approached me in my office, a small tear already starting to form in the corner of her eye.

“I just feel as if I’m being used…” she sniffled a little as she got closer to me and I felt my gut twist in apprehension. Here we go…

“Like you just want me for my body and nothing else.” She started to pout, and I could see that she was up to something, because she left the door wide open. We were in my office and she was talking about matters of the heart. Only for me they’re matters of the dick and I could tell that she was up to something. This wasn’t going to go down well, not by a long shot. I knew that she wanted everyone outside to hear. I didn’t need the staff to know that I’d done the same thing. 

Again. 

The same fucking stupid thing that I’d been warned about too many times already by HR, the CFO, my parents, my friends and even my housekeeper and I still went and did it.