sex-me boss.

Damon felt as if time had stopped passing, not because he was moved by the parade of girls or because he’d seen something captivating, but simply because he wanted time to go by faster than that. James had done a good job and his models were remarkable, but he didn’t want to stay there any longer. He wanted to breathe.

-Just a few more minutes and I promise you’ll be on your way, Damon, just a few more minutes.

He looked at his friend and nodded. He felt as if he’d been stuck at a gala evening where the women did everything to smile just to make a good impression and the men kept looking at each other’s wives with envy while they had women on their arms. He hated that kind of evening.

Some time later, it was over and he was waiting to congratulate his friend and then leave. After James had shaken hands with the important guests, he went over to Damon, who was staring off into space with his hands in his pockets.

-You’re still breathing and I’m relieved, Damon,” James said wryly.

-I see, and I promise you’ll be the first to test the first capsule I’m going to make so we can go to other planets.

-oh, but I can’t wait, otherwise how did you find the girls, it wasn’t so bad I hope.

-No, not at all, and I must admit your girlfriend, who’s acting like a groupie right now, did a great job. If she keeps her cool, I assure you she can go far, but if she thinks that billionaires are going to give her the title she wants, she’ll lose everything.

As they shook hands, Damon saw her coming towards them with a big smile on her face. He already knew that this smile was directed at him and that it was her way of being able to seduce him, but he simply hoped that she was a girl ready to take on the responsibility. James certainly wanted to push Betty away, but she was determined and he wondered why her choice all evening had been Damon.

-Damon, I’d like you to meet my under protection Betty, who did a great job earlier, and Betty, I’d like you to meet Damon Dixon, our sponsor and above all the CEO of Dixon. Aviation and D. D. Designer.

Betty felt her heart leap into her ribcage, a man this sexy and so loaded with cash, she was sure she was going to stick to him like a leech until he fell at her feet. Damon could read Betty’s mind and no, his choice was Olivia Tunner.

-Enchanting sir or Damon is better.

And like that, she found it even better to call him by his first name as if they were common friends. She was much worse than he’d imagined and it was better that he went away.

-I think I’ll leave now James, but first I’ll splash some water on my face.

He headed for the bathroom. He knew very well what he was doing and if she ever followed him, he was going to give her what she wanted and the kind she’d regret for the rest of her life. He was washing his hands when the door opened. He looked in the mirror and saw her, this Betty. She closed the door and walked over to him.

-I don’t know if you remember, but since I’m being nice, I’d like to remind you that you’re in a men’s room.

-And I know perfectly well. I know who you are, the press says a lot about you and I wonder why you persist in resisting me.

Damon turned to her and looked at her so hard, but she didn’t seem to care. Expecting the least, she came and stood in front of him, running her hand over his torso, something Damon didn’t like at all because the only one who had managed to touch his body without him feeling any hatred was Olivia, but this girl wanted to piss him off. He stopped his hands and squeezed them so hard.

-I know this is how you always start and believe me, it turns me on.

-what do you want, mademoiselle?

-An appointment, just give me an appointment and I’ll leave you alone.

A date with a vulgar mannequin of his type, she could keep dreaming but no, he couldn’t sacrifice his time for that kind of person. When he didn’t react, Betty started kissing him on the lips, which so disgusted Damon. He didn’t push her away because he wanted to teach her a lesson. He let her and started to take off her clothes. She was already starting to squeal, what she called a moan that he hated so much.

-What do you want, beautiful?

-I want you to make love to me.

-No, I never make love to groupies, but I fuck them so hard, so do you still want to?

-Yes, I do, but why not somewhere better? Let’s even go to your place.

Damon didn’t answer and removed her thong, she was now naked in front of him and even so, he didn’t feel any excitement. He was sure that if it had been Olivia, he wouldn’t be standing there looking at her as if he had a file to deal with. He separated himself from her and went to wash his hands, arranging his shirt, which she’d wrinkled a little from what she thought was caressing her. He headed for the door when she stopped him.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

-But what are you doing?

-I don’t have a protector anymore, and be happy about that, because I’d have hurt you. Don’t ever stand in my way again, and if it happens again, I’ll forget you’re James’s under protection and make you regret it. A young girl who knows what she wants should be worrying about her career, not clinging to men who’ve fought their whole lives to succeed, a title has to be worked for, mine I’ve worked for and I’ll never allow a filthy profiteer like you to get her hands on it. You can go out like that any way you like, after all, I imagine all the men in this room have already wiped their hands on you.

Damon left and Betty was left speechless, truly ashamed but not ready to give up. It was this man or nobody else.