My Billionaire: Not Finished With Me

The first time I met Damian Blackwood, I was seated in the receptionist's area of Blackwood Enterprises, hanging on to my resume like my life depended on it, which in actuality, it did. My skirt was a bit tight as my hips were bigger than Lena's whom I had borrowed them from. I was whispering a prayer when a man in an obviously expensive tailored suit breezed past me.

I didn't know it was him at the time. I had assumed the CEO would be an old bald man with wrinkles. Still, he had caught my attention, in the way he walked authoritatively and carried himself confidently. His physique had a beautiful masculinity to it. I watched his strides until he disappeared behind the elevator doors.

"Miss Harper?" A voice broke through my ogling.

"Yes!" I said, standing up so fast I knocked my bag over, spilling my lipstick, mirror, and, a half-eaten sandwich onto the floor.

A chuckle followed. "You're here for the personal assistant interview?"

"Yes," I mumbled, bending over to scoop my belongings and shove them back into my bag as fast as possible.

The woman, whose name tag "Donna," led me into a massive conference room. "Mr. Blackwood will see you shortly."

I took in my surroundings and realized how out of place I was. The shiny conference table, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and even the air felt expensive.

The door opened, and in walked the man from before. My brain immediately stopped functioning. His blue eyes locked onto me and I suddenly forgot how to speak.

"Miss Harper?" he asked and I nodded quickly. "Let's get started."

I answered his questions as appropriately as I could despite being distracted half the time. I finally figured that he was 'the Damian Blackwood'.

"You're hired," he said,after a few minutes and stood up.

"I… I am?"

"Yes. Donna will sort out the paperwork." He straightened his jacket. "Be here at eight sharp tomorrow."

I managed to mutter a "Thank you," before he walked out leaving to fist pump the air. I really needed the job.

*****

A few months into working for Damian, I learned two things; he was a workaholic, and two he was a robot. He barely smiled, didn't have time for small talk, and always expected the best work. I barely got enough sleep sometimes cause I carried his work phone around and received calls from various countries in the world with different time zones.

Despite his icy exterior, the man still fascinated me. There were moments when I saw the man underneath, caring and thoughtful.

One day, news broke that his girlfriend had left him. We all knew Genevieve, the British Diva. Everyone would stay out of her way whenever she visited him at work, she was difficult to please and basically a bitch to anyone she thought was not equal to or higher than her in status.

I was looking forward to a day off work assuming that my boss would be too heartbroken to work but that was the longest day I ever had at work. He dove into his tasks like a man possessed.

Around 3am, I was worried about him and went in to check on him. "Mr Blackwell? It's three a.m, should I get the driver, sir? You need some rest."

 "Do you think I'm a fool?" he asked, his eyes tired.

The question caught me off guard. "Excuse me?"

He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "Genevieve."

"Why would you ask that?"

 "Never mind." He shook his head.

I was about to walk out of the room but decided to say something, "I do not know the details surrounding your relationship but I would like to think that I know you. You might be cold and well, sometimes an asshole… but you are a good man and you care about people around you, and if who you are is not enough for her, it doesn't make it your fault,"

He stared at me with those piercing blue eyes,

"Are you always this wise, Miss Harper?"

"Only on Mondays, sir."

It was the first time I heard him laugh.

*****

A few months in, we had to meet a client at a hotel and was too late to leave. We decided to book rooms in the hotel but they were out of rooms. We took the remaining suite and hoped to crash immediately after we got in there. He offered to take the couch and ordered me to take the bed. Taking off his shoes and jacket, it took him only a few minutes and he was off like a light.

I tiptoed into the bathroom for a much-needed bath. I was in there for about thirty minutes letting the hot water soak away the cramps in my muscles. I stepped out of the tub carefully when the bathroom knob opened, and in came Damian, sleepy-eyed. I gasped and reached for the shower curtain to cover my nakedness, but the curtain tore from the hanger and I slipped.

He caught me before I landed on my ass, my breasts in his hands. He steadied me and looked away. "I'm sorry, I thought I locked the door,"

"No, I forgot you were here. I am sorry," he said and cleared his throat then handed me the towel behind him. I covered up as fast as I could and we both stood there looking awkwardly at each other.

Almost like a magnetic pull, we covered the distance between us and enveloped each other in a searing kiss. He yanked the towel off me and attacked my breasts not breaking the kiss. I couldn't hold back the moan, the pleasure searing through my body was a whole other level. He lifted me up sat my bare bottom on the bathroom counter, and continued his assault on my breasts but this time with his tongue. He was flicking my nipples so fast, I thought I would die.

I hadn't been touched in a long time and my body responded the moment he slid his fingers into me, I came undone in his hands. "I didn't give you permission to come,"

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Oh… I'm going to enjoy this,"

Pushing me backward, he went inside me with his tongue sucking on my clitoris till I felt another wave of ecstasy on its way again.

"Mr Blackwell!" I shouted. He squeezed my nipples hard stopping my climax with pain. He stood back up and kissed me once more, his lips wet from my wetness.

In one swift and well-placed stroke, he was inside me. I was so lost in my world, I didn't know when he took his clothes off. I spread my legs wider, hanging on to the counter edge for support while he held my hair keeping me in place so I don't hit my head on the mirror behind me.

He went faster and I could feel him grow bigger inside me. I screamed his name, begging for release, for permission and he gave it to me. I contracted around him as he gave out a loud grunt, quickly pulling out of me, and ejaculating on the floor.

What the fuck just happened?