sex-me boss.

Shaking his head frantically for the umpteenth time, Damon couldn’t concentrate. It had been two days since he’d split up with Olivia, and to say he was coping well with the situation would be an outright lie. It was impossible for him to think about anything else, and he didn’t even know what he was doing at the company any more because he wasn’t working, she kept haunting his thoughts and it had become so hard to bear. He picked up the phone and called his secretary. A few seconds later, he saw his office door open.

-Sir, is there anything you’d like?

-Cancel all my appointments for today.

-Are you all right, sir?

he opened his eyes wide, not understanding why she was asking him this question. He was in his business and did what he wanted, so he didn’t want to work all day, which would mean he just wanted to go home.

-I’m perfectly all right. You’re dismissed.

She left his office and without delay, he packed up his things and left. At this time of day, he had no problem taking the central exit, since the paparazzi already knew that when he set foot in Dixon. Aviation, he only came out in the evening when he wanted to go home, so he had nothing to worry about. When he walked through the ground-floor lobby, all his employees looked at him in the same way as his secretary, and he didn’t like that at all. He felt he was doing something wrong. When he was outside, he got into his car and drove off.

Half an hour later, he arrived home, and the calm that reigned there really made him sick. He’d never had a problem living alone, but with everything he’d been feeling for the past few days, he felt like there was a void in his life. Money, power, but something was missing.

Reflecting on Olivia’s case, this girl was very natural and deserved a job worthy of the name and not to find himself every night between drunk people and predators. He’d never paid attention to a booty call, but it was different with her. He was thinking of offering her a job in his company, although he didn’t know which one yet, since he was fully staffed. He could still send her to work at D. D. Designer but the DG there was a young man he’d recruited and he couldn’t allow him to dare lay eyes on her, so the only place left was Dixon. Aviation.

Once outside Damon’s office, James found it closed, and he couldn’t understand why it was closed. He often did this when he was taking his secretary or one of his mistresses horseback riding in his office, but for a while now, he’d found it responsible and hoped he wouldn’t do it again. He didn’t feel like interrupting him as he thought he would, so he decided to leave and call him later.

-Hello sir, you didn’t let us know you were coming.

-Oh yes, I completely forgot and I didn’t expect him to be so busy.

-No, Mr Dixon isn’t busy, but he’s decided to go home.

What do you mean, go home, James wondered? In the middle of noon, when Damon would surely be thinking about his next project, he’d heard that he’d gone home… maybe because he wasn’t feeling well, but that possibility was out of the question because Damon was never sick of thinking he was an alien. He decided to go to his house to see.

When he arrived, the janitor let him pass and he walked gruffly to the door. He pushed open the door and entered. Damon sat in silence with distant thoughts. He wondered why he was so pensive, because the last time he’d seen him like this was when his project had failed.

-The capsule project didn’t work out?

-Oh shit, how often can you mark your arrival, James?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

-and you can tell me what you’re doing home at this time of day when I thought you were at the company? are you sick? do you have a problem?

-Here we go again,” Damon huffed.

-And what’s starting again?

-First my secretary, then my employees and now you. Seriously, I’m not a workaholic, come on, I’m human too, and I need time off too, so don’t let that surprise you.

He decided to let it go. Even if he had a problem, he knew he couldn’t talk to her about it because he liked to take it all on himself and didn’t like feeling vulnerable.

-What took you all the way across the galaxy to look for me?

I just want to make sure you remember, because I know you’re a busy businessman and a colleague might ask you for a last-minute business dinner.

Damon understood that he wasn’t entirely wrong, but he wasn’t one to take his business lightly, so as he’d promised her, he was going to go to that show.

-You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, James. I couldn’t let you down, and besides, I’d like to make this week my vacation for once. Le Bourget is having its next anniversary party on Saturday and I hope you won’t miss it.

-As long as you’re going as the CEO of Le Bourget, yes.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his company, no, but it was the only public place he went without having to worry about anything, and if he ever let it be known that he owned it, every groupie and paparazzi in town would never let go of his business again, and he didn’t want Olivia to know who he was either.

-No way, I’ll be there as a client.

-Damon, where were you the other night? I know you warned us, but I’d just like to know because it’s not like you to disappear like that, and worse, your car was still parked in the parking lot.

-You yourself are aware that I warned you, so stop asking questions. I had a lot on my plate and the last time my mother asked me where I’d been and what I was doing was when I was twelve.

-I think I’ll be going now and especially Damon, please keep your tail when you get to James. Platza because I wouldn’t want my fashion house to have a reputation… you know what I mean.

-You call me a fucking man, I get it, but ask your bitches not to heat me up and it remains to be seen if they will.

James looked at him, frowning, but Damon pushed him out, knowing that this would lead to yet another conversation, and it was the wrong time to be talking about Olivia.