The love of a Mr. CEO

It takes me about 15 minutes to fax over the papers to everyone and by the time I’m finished, it’s almost 1:30pm. I walk over to the couch by the window and sit down before taking my blazer off to relax for a bit. I gaze out the window at the wonderful view of New York’s crazy traffic. It was already Thursday which thankfully meant I was closer to the weekend but also closer to my date with Ivan. Just thinking about being alone with him for who knows how long has me dying of excitement. I also feel a bit nervous knowing I was going on a date with a man who had women throwing themselves at his feet.

I snap out of my thoughts and avert my eyes to Mr. Stone to see him intensely typing away at his laptop, completely oblivious to me. He looked hot as hell when he was in business mode not to mention the look of concentration evident on his features.

“You know it’s not polite to stare mia cara” he replies, scaring the hell out of me.

“It’s not polite to scare people princessa” I retort but I soon realize my mistake when his eyes shoot to mine darkening at my nickname.

“How many times do I have to remind you not to call me that mia cara” he questions getting up to stalk towards me painfully slow. I gulp but my heart leaps in excitement, curious to see what he was gonna do.

“I’m sorry” I say but it comes out as a question to which he shakes his head to.

“You’ve been a very bad girl mia cara” he whispers huskily sitting down beside me before grabbing me by the hips to sit me down on his lap.

“What are you gonna do about it princessa” I challenge excitedly as I wait for his response.

Next thing I know his lips are smashed against mine aggressively but I kiss back with equal aggression. His dominant behavior had me whimpering trying to keep up with the heated kiss. His hands begin to slowly massage my hips through my skirt and I moan in his mouth. He smirks against my lips and I reach my hands towards his head to rake my fingers through his soft hair slightly tugging at the end. He groans as his hands trail up my thigh resting slightly underneath my skirt teasingly. I break the kiss to refill my lungs with air before his lips or on my own yet again. His other hand trails up to my hair and he begins running his hands through the waves, breaking the kiss to assault my neck with open mouthed kisses. He sucks and bites my skin leaving me a moaning mess as he left love bites all around my neck.

He finally pulls away from my neck to stare intensely at me with a full blown smirk on his face, both of us still breathing heavily.

“I’ve claimed you as mine mia cara and I don’t plan on letting you go” he whispers leaning his forehead against mine his sentence causing my heart to flutter. We sit there continuing to catch our breath, his hand still underneath my skirt. We sit there for what felt like hours just enjoying the others presence as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

We finally break away from each other after what felt like forever. The atmosphere becomes tense, our desire for one another filling the room. He doesn’t break his gaze from me and I stare back equally as intense. He breaks the silence after staring at me for a few moments.

“I’ll pick you up at around 7:30pm tomorrow so you can take the day off.” He says huskily, our prior heated moment clearly affecting him.

“Sounds good to me, I’ll be heading out if you don’t mind” I nod walking towards my desk to grab my blazer, slightly fixing my hair. Putting it on, I sling my purse on my shoulder before walking towards the door, fully intent on ignoring him. A pair of hands grip my waist before I’m pulled into a hard chest.

“No goodbye kiss mia cara” he whispers rubbing circles into my hips teasingly. My body immediately responds to his actions, depicting a moan from me before I quickly turn around facing him.

“Considering you’ve been very mean teasing me, no you don’t get a kiss” I sass getting out of his embrace, flipping my hair and walking out leaving him stunned. I hurriedly rush to the elevator, hearing him calling my name. I internally smirk getting into the elevator, pressing the button.

When the doors open I walk out of the building mumbling a quick goodbye to the receptionist before entering my car. Once I’m seated, my phone begins to vibrate in my purse and I pull it out knowing who it was.

“Hola princessa, I haven’t heard from you in a while” I answer giggling at the end.

“You’re really pushing my buttons with that nickname mia cara” he replies a hint of frustration in his tone. I can’t help but laugh at how annoyed he was and I hear him sigh heavily into the phone.

“Sorry Mr. Stone, is there anyway I could ever make it up to you” I question huskily hoping I didn’t sound like a dying goat.

“You’re a little minx, stop tempting me” he responds sounding strangled, meaning my voice had the desired affect.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Consider yourself tempted sweetie” I say deviously before hanging up without letting him respond. I bite back a laugh, starting the car and backing out of the parking lot. I know my constant teasing would eventually get me in trouble but I couldn’t help but enjoy riling him up a bit.

Once I get home, I hop out of my car and walk towards my apartment feeling excited to finally be home after an eventful day. I open the door to my humble abode, and kick my heels off rushing to the kitchen to get food. I rip open the door to the pantry and grab the nearest bag of chips before popping the bag open. I stuff some Doritos into my mouth moaning as my taste buds were assaulted with the wonderful cheesiness.

I sit in a stool happily munching on my chips until my fingers where so orange and flaky they’d put Donald Trump’s fake tan to shame. Licking my fingers clean, I discard the bag satisfied and walk up the stairs to my room taking off my blazer. I go straight towards my closet to take off my outfit and switch into something more comfortable. I settle with an oversized sweater and a pair of booty shorts feeling chilly. I put on my clothes and put my hair in a bun while walking to the bathroom to take my makeup off. Once I’ve achieved the desired lazy look, I skip down the stairs towards the kitchen to make myself actual food.

I decide on making myself grilled chicken and some salad tossed lightly in balsamic vinaigrette. To get started I grab all my ingredients as well a cutting board and a knife. I halve my chicken so it would cook quicker and season it with garlic salt and pepper. I grab a skillet and drizzle a bit of oil before adding my chicken.