Mr Billionaire's Plaything

an's

the clockwork rhythm of my life. My voice was steady as I spoke into the Bluetooth in my ear, the conversation with Mr.

" I said flatly, my eyes already scanning the line of offices we passed. "Good. Than

to keep pace, her arms overloaded with briefing folders and contracts. She was efficient to a fault, but today the weight of

n the hour," I said, halting in front of my offic

n office across the corridor. I watched her go for a beat lo

nly eleven, but the day already felt twice its length. I shrugged out of my jacket and tosse

dn't look at it. I rarely did. The view was impressive, sure, but it was a s

silence was

g to. Business had consumed everything. Meetings bled into strategy sessions, strategy into expansions, expansions into expectat

ght. Fun? A luxury I hadn't afforded mysel

sinc

e machine hummed to life while I stared blankly at the screen, my thoughts

, my tone already e

open. I expecte

es

ng her like perfume. Her blouse was fitted, navy silk with the top buttons undone just enough to catch the eye

e's breathless voice rang out behind her. She ha

"It's alright, C

ut

d it's

and distaste. She hesitated a moment longer bef

lips and trouble. "Hel

't smi

sked, my tone as cold and shar

gliding closer. "And you

because

with faux innocence. "That'

ghted in pulling me off course. Her lipstick matched her heels, and her nails were painte

e," I said, though my voice wa

the edge of my stubble. I caught her wris

eed to

usion. "Why? I thought we

releasing her. "That's all

e lapse," s

between us, but she followed, placing he

me," she said softly. "But I al

't know

he had planned it-her fingers w

on

elicate lace bra, her breasts barely contained. She arched

ant me t

nce bet

arry the weight of the world like it's stitched into your skin.

me, she w

rarily numbed the ache of expectation-my self-control had been fractured. That night had rewired s

Not because I felt anything for her-I didn't. But because she was always there wh

said, my

her expressi

your luck,

eam of it,"

ral thing in the world. I didn't kiss her at first. I just stared into her

louse down her shoulders, sending silk to the floor. Her moan vibrated against my lips. We moved to the d

affection.

. Just

d in the thick silence, my hands still resting on the curve of her wais

quiet,"

e work

lf again with no shame, only sati

N

irked.

made for the door, pausing

you, Damian," she said over her sho

hat, she d

returned,

ned my cuffs, and sat at my desk, forcing my

n't focus.

t because of the guilt

recklessness was going to cost me s

ing sunlight of a life I built brick by bruta