His Needs:Billionaire(9)

     



 

"I need to bury myself balls deep inside of her and hear her cry out my  name ten times. Then we can talk." He adjusted himself as he climbed out  of the car and walked toward the elevator on the darkened basement  floor of the parking garage. Was she talking with Matt? Kendal? She  didn't seem like the type of girl to hold things in. Surely she was  pissed over the ring situation. Why hadn't she said anything?

"Ugh," he growled and walked in, ignoring everyone as he made his way up  to the thirteenth floor of the building. Ben was leaning over Linda's  desk, both of them laughing as he walked up.

"Where is Bethany? I didn't see her once yesterday. Did she even show  up?" he barked and laid his arm up on the elevated portion of his  secretary's desk.

"She's at school, remember? UT started back today. She's out all day, if I remember correctly."

"Who okayed her being gone all damn day, every day? Aren't we paying her  a salary?" He was going off the deep end, but for some reason couldn't  pull himself back. The look on both Ben and Linda's faces said he needed  to.

"You okayed it, Sir. I have the requisition if you want me to pull it  for you?" Linda asked, the woman anything but sheepish. It was one of  the main reasons he kept her for as long as he had. It was one of her  only skills.

"I met with her yesterday about going to Seattle with us, remember me  telling you? She's already studying the files. I think she just has a  lot to juggle with her internship, her master's and her teaching  assistant position. She's doing really well though, Damon. Really well."  Ben's warm smile forced Damon to take a mental step back.

"Good to hear. We have a meeting at ten with the controller from  Zarpeth. Is she not going to make it back in time?" He ignored Ben's  information spill on her being out all day. She should have made time  for something so important.

"I-I'm not really sure I mentioned it to her. I'll give her a buzz and see if-"

"No. I've got it." He turned on his heel and walked into his office,  slamming the door behind him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Pull  yourself together. You wrote the goddamn note, and now you're the one  acting like she dropped that shit on you. Man up."

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and texted her.



Damon: We have an important meeting at ten this morning. I expect you to be there.

Bethany: I wasn't told about a meeting this morning. I have class from 9-11. It's not happening. Someone should have told me.

Damon: You're an intern. Forgive us for not assigning you a secretary yet. Glad to know your plush-ass office isn't enough.



He growled as he waited for a response. What were they fighting about  again? Right. His expectation that she should be present for something  she had no clue was happening. He dropped down into the chair beside his  desk and ran his fingers through his hair. He was in full cock-head  mode and hated himself for it. It was simple.

Society would say that they shouldn't be together, that it was incest or  workplace inappropriate. Not only was she an intern in his firm, but  she was his little sister now too. That was the core of the angst, the  center of the fury that burned his insides.

He hated the fact that he was pushing her away slowly. It was a defense  mechanism, but one that would ultimately ruin everything he wanted in  his future, namely her.



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"How dare you." She closed the door behind her as she walked into his  office. It would seem she had far more subtlety than he did in not  letting the whole office know that she was pissed.

"Me? I fucking don't hear from you all day yesterday and then you sluff  off a meeting that you know is important?" Her V-neck t-shirt dipped  into the sexy curve of her breasts and stole his attention as he turned  from the window and walked toward her aggressively.

"I didn't know about the goddamn meeting." She poked her finger in his  chest. "And why did I have to come after you yesterday? You should have  come looking for me. You leave me a note that you don't want me wearing  my ring and then you keep your door closed all day? Very mature. Very  loving, Damon."

"Watch it." He gripped her wrist and pulled her closer to him, locking  her against his chest as he leaned down and breathed in deeply. Her  scent was so unique and had the power to liquefy his need, forcing it to  rush through his veins at break-neck speed.

"No. You're being an asshole. I was completely mature about the ring thing. I get it."

"Do you?" He grabbed her other hand and pulled her even closer before  leaning down and kissing her painfully hard. "Do you know how much I  want to scream from the rooftop that you're mine? That maybe, finally,  perhaps now it's my turn to live a little. Do you have a clue?"         

     



 

Her grimace faded a little as she lifted to her toes and brushed her  lips by his again. "Stop it. That's unfair to pull out something like  that."

"It's true, and you know they'll never accept it. I'm your boss and your  brother." He hated how visible her flinch was at his words. Truth  always did sting like a bitch.

"I thought you didn't care about that stuff."

"When you're beside me, I don't." He released her and ran his hands up  her arms to cup the side of her neck as he licked at her lips. "I wanted  you in my bed last night, in my shower this morning, but you were  nowhere to be found."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped, wrapping her taut legs  around his waist as he moved toward the door and pressed her to it.

"You were here half the night, weren't you?" She licked at the side of  his neck as he pressed forward and ground himself against her.

"That's beside the point. You should have been here with me." He sucked  her earlobe into his mouth and grunted softly as he gripped her ass and  ran his fingers along the thick crease of her blue jeans, teasing her.

"You're right. I have too much going on." She gripped his face in her  hands as he rocked her against the door again. "Maybe I should quit my  master's program."

"Is that a possibility?" He was a bastard for asking.

"No, asshole." She ran her fingers through his hair as someone knocked on the door behind them, causing Beth to yelp.

"Just me, boss." Linda. "Your meeting is in fifteen minutes. You said to give you a head's up."

"Right. Thank you, Linda." He studied Bethany's face, memorizing the  soft smile lines at the side of her mouth and the way her long eyelashes  brushed by her skin, taunting him to dive in deeper with her.

"I hate you for making me want you like this." She brushed her nose by  his neck and moved up to kiss him softly again before sliding down the  front of his body. "What are your plans tonight?"

"I don't know yet. Nothing turns out like it should here." He moved back  and brushed the back of his finger past her budded nipple. "You're not  going into this meeting in jeans and a t-shirt."

"It's all I have with me." She lifted her eyebrow as if to challenge him.

"Then go back to class. You need to get your calendar lined up with  Linda's, Bethany. It's the best way to make sure you don't miss  something important again. Being an intern doesn't give you endless  mulligans, and as I've said before, we're looking at moving you up  quickly. You're family. You need to run ahead of the group."

The look on her pretty face said she didn't much appreciate his coaching.

"Right. I swear I have no idea what you've done with my fiancé, but when  you find him, tell him to call me. I need to work out a lot of untapped  aggression, and he's the only one I'm allowed to get naked with." She  turned her back to him as he reached out and wrapped his arms around her  waist, pulling her back. He cupped her mound with one hand and her  throat with the other.

"Come out to my place tonight. Ten, and don't be late."

"No. I'm not interested in your bullshit." She pulled forward, but he hung on tightly.

"What do you want from me? I'm your boss here, and you need to step it up."

She glanced over her shoulder before pulling back from him. "I'm your  woman no matter where we are, or what stupid trinket I'm allowed to wear  or not wear, and as your woman, I'm telling you to step it up and stop  being an ass. I don't need more drama in my life. Where is the guy I  fell in love with? Is he tucked back inside your finest three-piece  suit?"

"No clue what you're talking about." He could almost feel the blinders  coming down and locking into place deep inside of him. "Ten o'clock  tonight."

"Don't hold your breath." She walked out without another word. Her  willingness to stand up to him and deny him only made him want her all  the more.

It was a sick and twisted game seeing that she already belonged to him, or did she?





Chapter 8

Bethany





It was a stupid decision to make, but after working with Kendal on  Thursday, she finally caved and decided that a late lunch with Philip  wouldn't hurt. Damon was still being an ass over things that were  completely out of her control, and she was learning to leave him to  himself when he was in one of his shitty moods. It still stung like a  bitch, but she had a ring that said that no matter what happened while  they were on their way to the altar, the plan was still to go.