Mia hated working on weekends. It's a practice she's carried over from her education to her professional life. When she was in school, weekends were something of a prize, a treasure that she valued with everything in her being. Because her weeks were so work-heavy, no thanks to the news boss it's nice having two full days all to herself.
It's not that she had important things to do on the weekend - quite the opposite actually. The weekends are when Mia caught up on the shows she watched, pursued her hobbies (reading), and - most importantly - could sleep till ten in the morning without having to worry about Damons calls.
Everyone should be allowed to do that, right? In life, there has to be a clear separation between work and home. It was her only demand when she was hired on a permanent basis with Rossi Company. The twenty-five-year-old had been very specific and persistent about needing weekends off, yet, after Damon started working, she got less and less of those weekends. And she's pretty sure that if her work weren't completed by the end of the day, he would call her again. On the weekend. Because he can do that and lives to see her annoyed.
That's why Mia rushed with her work, hurriedly typing all the files neatly because she had only a few hours to work on the presentation as well. Squinting her eyes at the screen, she was forced to keep track of every single letter so that she could avoid typos. Another thing her boss hated apart from tardiness. The spelling errors. If he didn't have a string of lovers, she would have assumed him to be a lonely man with too many problems to crib about.
Putting together slides in a correct order after typing them with the speed Flash could rival took roughly three hours. She patted her own back for the feat, something her boss never did. Pigs would fly before he would do that to her. Smug bastard.
An unrecognisable song came on the earphones, but it made her head nonetheless. That's what happens when she chose a random playlist. It managed to take the edge off a bit, and so does the next song. All the while, she kept singing along to various songs shuffled on her phone when she heard footsteps approaching her direction.
Mia raised her head to glance at her friend, Jane. The one and only. Most of them were envious of her, for several reasons.
"Ready for lunch?" Jane preened at her, rubbing her pregnant belly.
Mia twisted her lips at that. She would give anything to spend some time with her four-month pregnant best friend. They rarely get to go outside nowadays. It's because of hectic schedules paired with Jane being tired very quickly and wanting to do nothing but cuddle her boyfriend and dog.
"I'm going to have to skip lunch. Today officially sucks" She said with a dramatic exhale, her fingers itching.
Jane wriggled her brows. "Sucky day or sucky boss?"
"I heard he was kind of angry this morning. Everyone was talking about how he would have lost it if you hadn't showed up."
Mia flushed. "Typical of them to romanticise his anger. He's nothing but an angry asshole."
"Angry attractive asshole" Jane corrected, slumping on the seat in front of Mia.
"You have a boyfriend, and you are pregnant with his baby."
"And? I can still appreciate a good body."
The twenty-five year old wrinkled her nose. "You all are blinded by his looks to see the kind of person he is"
Her best friend burst out laughing, shaking her head. Was it something she said? Why was Jane finding it funny? It's real, alright. Wiping the corner of her eyes, her friend swallowed. "Says you! I remember you drunkenly admitting how you wouldn't mind getting railed by him in his office."
Mia let out a scandalised gasp. "Announce it to the entire office, don't you?! Besides I told you that half a year ago in my drunken state, and also he had just taken over, so it doesn't count."
She still couldn't believe that she said that. When she first saw Damon, Mia thought he was the most gorgeous man ever with those grass-green eyes and clean-cut jaw and a blank face. That was before she started working for him, which was six months ago.
"Yeah...Yeah, live in denial."
Even though Jane didn't work for Damon, she knew everything about him, after all, with his well-known short fuse, he was a living legend in the office. Also, Mia ranted to her best friend about her boss atleast twice a day, so there's that.
Mia pointed to her work. "This is my punishment, so you carry on. I can't join you."
"You really don't want me to bring you anything?" Her friend raised her brow. "Like, a hitman? Or a sharp-pointed object?"
She giggled. "Not today."
Jane smiled at her and left.
***
When she stood up to get some coffee, Mia felt that typical annoyance of being watched. Like someone was following her every movement. When she looked up, her mouth slacked staring at her boss. Her face quickly heated up, lips in between her teeth. How long has he been watching her?
"Sorry, sir, I almost..."
"I don't want to hear it. I need you to go downstairs and get me the market analysis file" Damon adjusted his tie, looking at his reflection in the nearby window. "Do you think you can do that, Miss Grace?"
He was belittling her. Something he did at every chance he got. Whatever Mia had only four months to get her diploma and then she'll find something new, maybe move back to her hometown. Studying while you are working is hard, but she made enough money during that to relax for a few years without having to worry.
"I'll ask Himesh to go..."
"That was not a suggestion" He cleared his throat. "Those are important files. I want you to go and get them" Damon stared at her for a while before turning and heading back to his office. What the hell was his fucking problem? Was it really necessary to slam the door like a temperamental teenager?
Huffing under her breath, she grabbed her coat and started walking to the deputy office, which was way too low. She was in mood to chat, so she quickly grabbed the folder and came back to knock on his door, but no one answered. Where was he?
***
She was hurrying through the empty corridors. Running to find her boss.
Breathe, Mia. He can smell the fear.
When she approached the conference room, she tried to calm her breathing and slowed down. A trail of light shone under the door. He was definitely there, waiting. Self-conscious, Mia straightened her shirt collar and ran a hand through her loose hair. That's how Damon wanted them to be, not tied up like professionals are supposed to do.
Mia remembered how it had gone down. She had rushed in the office with her head tied in a pony tail, high top and a black band around it.
Her boss was busy sipping his coffee when he noticed her. "You look better with your hair down, Miss Grace."
That's all he said. It wasn't meant to be anything, but she took it personally and ever since then stopped tying her head.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Mia entered the well-lit space. The conference room was huge. It was on the top floor, and one wall was covered with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, offering spectacular views of the city. Dusk darkened the sky outside, and skyscrapers punctuated the horizon with its lighted windows. In the centre of the room was a large, heavy wooden table, and at the far end, Damon sat like he owned the room which technically he did. His family owned the building.
Damon had his chin rested on his fingers. His eyes seemed to penetrate hers as he licked his lips. "You are late again."
"I apologise, sir." She started, her voice still wavering. "I couldn't find you in your office..."
Mia stopped herself. Excuses would not help in the situation. Besides, it's not her fault that he loved shifting places and expecting her to know him. It's beyond her control. He could go to hell.
Without looking into his eyes, she placed the folder in front of him on the table.
"Here's the file you wanted"
He didn't answer, just stared at her. Instead of saying something, he gestured towards the door. Mia knitted her brows together, lips twisting. What was he trying to say? Should she leave? It's never clear with him. Why was he so calm? The deafening silence was so unlike him.
"Close the door, Miss Grace. There's something we need to talk" She gulped as those words sank in.
***
Daily two chapters will be updated!
Patreon: San2045
Facebook: The Scripturient (Join "San_2045 squad", a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!)
Instagram: San_2045
Taking a deep breath, she faced him. Mia had no idea what he's going to talk about. It could be about number of things and that scared her. Not knowing the exact topic because then she would fumble and make a fool of herself in front of him. She's not very eloquent when it comes to speaking with Damon all alone. Something she needs to learn."Umm...sir. May I know what do you want to talk about?"Damon licked his lips. "So I received a reminder mail from your university. As your boss, I have to give out character certificate before you graduate or something? Is that right?"Shit. Mia almost forgot about it. How did she not read his emails? What a stupid day to be late for her job! Earlier she thought that Rossi Sr would be kind enough to give her an amazing certificate for all the work she's d
It was nearly night time. Her eyes were dropping every second as Mia stared at the screen. She was aware that most of the employees have gone home but not her. Oh no. Since she had no one to go home to, she could easily spend as much time in the Rossi building until they completely shut down the lights. Also, the reason she had to stay back had more to do with her cruel boss. It was Damons punishment, after all. Not staying late but finishing the projects he asked her to.Mia finished a very small portion of the papers that were filled to the brink with typos.The employee was sure that Damon did that on purpose just to stall her. Organising them was a pain in the ass, but that's what he wanted her to do so she couldn't deny it. Mia took deep breaths in between, trying not to scream at the screen hurting her eyes or the fact that Damon was sitting in hi
/His POV/As Damon stared at Mia, move so graceful around the conference, trying to get to Chris, he couldn't help but think. The day he first saw her, through the dingy laptop screen because he was too busy in Spain to bother with interviews in New York. He was on the eighteenth floor, the view of the city mesmerising in every sense. On the screen he noticed the room which wasn't very abstract, it's the brilliant mix of the lavish and sleek interior that was captivating, none of it helps in toning down the pressure of the interview in the room. It has been going on for more than an hour, and it doesn't seem like the three interviewers are anywhere near the end. It's boring.He glided his fingers gently on the wood while rounding the corner of the table and settled back in his chair, watching as another one failed. Damon was tempted just to close the screen and get it down with. Leave it with his father to handle it on hi
Mia raised her eyebrows as a pink cocktail slid in front of her. She's sitting at the bar of the club she's been for like thousand times already. Shangri La the most happening spot in Manhattan. Also her favourite for several reasons.Chris thought it would be a good idea to catch up in a loud place. Jane was going to join them soon. That's what Chris had said anyways, but he bailed half an hour ago for some brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Mia was a bit mad about that. What happened to talking and catching up? She's a little bitter because she is also a brunette with long legs and a dazzling smile. Then again Mia is not interested in sleeping with Chris, though, so she understood.A man leaned against the bar next to her and motioned towards the drink. "Hey, angel. Couldn't help but notice you were here by yourself, so I thought I'd replace your drink."
Mia couldn't help but remember the exact incident that led up to the following moment. Her cheeks flushed as she thought of previous night—the things she did in her drunken state.The twenty-five year old looked at the camera to make sure it was aimed perfectly in between her thighs, and she reached a prodding hand to feel and make sure the blue jewel was visible. It matched her eyes and also the added colour will make the pictures far more delicate. That's what she aimed for.She maintained her arch and grabbed for the remote, letting her other hand get lost in the sheets as the vibrator edged close enough to her g spot to have her wiggling for even the smallest amount of extra pressure. Mia's hand finally tensed around the remote, and she pressed the button without thinking much about a pose.As s
Damon clenched his jaw. "I asked you a simple question, Mia. Who were you sending those pictures?"Mia shivered at the tone, her spine chilling at the way his voice drawled. There was a hidden tone of possessiveness behind that, or atleast she could detect it. She couldn't help but twist her lips in between her teeth, her cheeks heating up. How should she answer that question?Then again, it's none of his business. He had no control over her life outside the business, so she met his eyes, gaze hardened. "I don't think it's related to my job, sir.""It's not, but I just want you to know I don't share."Her mouth fell open at that. What did he mean by that? Before she could question him about it, Damon made a so
/HIS POV/One minute he's standing right in front of her and the very next, Damon heard her exhale, shivering as they took a step closer. His fingers trailed towards the hem of her shirt. For a minute, he couldn't believe it, hesitant and wanting to change his mind. However, her flushed face was very inviting, and he couldn't control himself. Not anymore.He gripped the waistband of her long striped pants and pushed them down.The CEO watched in bated silence, the pounding of his heart growing deafening as the red lace was slowly revealed. Thong. Red, lace thong."Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though.
Mia held her breath as she stumbled out of her boss office, aware of her appearance. She took her bag and threw the jacket over her shoulders, desperately trying to button it with her fingers that were also shaking. Her thighs were still sticky and damp as she had slid those pants on and marched out of his office with arrogance.Fortunately for her, Damon hadn't left yet, probably still standing in his office with a frown on his face at the way she behaved. No, she didn't even want to think about it, too busy staring at the elevator in front of her.She hoped that it would arrive before she had to see her boss again. Just thinking about his reaction made her shiver.Mia was trying not to think about what had happened, not until she left. She had let him eat her out, which also happened to be t