Page 18 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage
A knock on the door startled me from my message. I finished and hit send and hit pause on my computer before standing up and straightening my clothes before going to the door. I opened the door and was stunned into silence by the beauty of this man up close. It was weird to call a man beautiful but that's what he was from his long eyelashes and kissable plump lips to the icy pools that were his gray eyes. His dark chocolate skin was smooth and blemish free. This close up I could see the tattoos better on his neck that led to the ones on his massive chest and bulging arms. He was a little more casual today with a dark sweater and a pair of slacks that showed off the largest print I had seen in my life.
Unfortunately, he noticed where my eyes had traveled too because I was only broken from my trance after he cleared his throat. I looked up realizing I was staring at my bosses dick before I got myself together and stepped back to let him in.
“Excuse me, come in,” I said, embarrassed by my whorish actions. Before the Gala it had been years since I had been with a man and my pussy was alert and ready for some more action since fucking Mr. Crew Sanderson all weekend long.
“No problem, Princess.” He smirked. Fuck, I have to get myself together this is my boss. I told my misbehaving pussy.
“How are you today, Mr. Sanderson?" I asked as he walked in looking around my office. He looked at the pictures of my daughter and I that sat on my desk as well as my accomplishments wall.
“Good,” he said, back to his usually dry self. He inspected a few more things before taking a seat in an available chair in front of my office.
“So, what can I do for you?” I asked after an awkward silence. He stopped looking around and then pinned me in an intense gaze.
“Two things actually,” he said while still examining me. His eyes traveled the length of my body as a bolt of electricity shot down my spine and around to my pussy, making it throb. I needed to get this meeting over or I couldn’t be held responsible for what I would do to this man behind my closed door.
“And what are these two things? " I asked in a whisper. How was he having this type of effect on me? He hadn’t even attempted to make a pass at me. The only thing he had done was stare and I was ready to bust it open for a real one once again.
“First you will be meeting with me every day for six weeks in order for me to train you to be the best director of nursing I have, " he said in a serious tone. “I need you to be a representation of me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mr. Sanderson," I said. Heat shot from the pit of my stomach down to my core as I listened to him tell me what he wanted from me. After he finished, I still didn’t understand why I had ran from this man twice and he still wanted me to not only work for him but train me. “But why?” I was confused as to why he wanted me to be a representation of him and what that actually meant.
“You keep calling me Mr. Sanderson like I haven’t had my tongue in every part of your body, Princess. Call me Crew or Sir, " he said, smiling this time, giving me a panty soaking smile.
“Why, Sir?”
“You're a single mother, right?” He asked instantly, changing the energy in the room.
I didn’t, at any time, play about my baby and there was no reason for Mr. Sanderson, Crew or whoever he wanted to be called, to ask about her.
“What does that have to do with anything? My daughter is my business, and I don’t feel comfortable speaking with you about my personal life,” I told him with a little more base in my voice than I was necessary when talking to my boss.
“It matters because of my second request. My organization is in the position to purchase more skilled nursing facilities this year and the board of my corporation feels that it will be more marketable to investors and sellers if I was married with a family instead of a single playboy that took over his business after a life of drug dealing to become a multimillionaire soon to be billionaire. It makes no sense to me but they seem to think that the families that run this industry feel better selling to a family-oriented company.”
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked again, even more confused. No matter how fine my boss was, he was starting to make me think he was slightly throwed off.
“I need a family and you are single with a child. From what I found out, you are trustworthy, a hard worker, loyal, and a good mother. Also, your daughter's father is not in her life, or am I mistaken?”
“Look, tell me what you want from me, or this meeting is over. You sit here telling me that you have basically been looking into me and my daughter's lives. I’m not sure if you know it or not but that shit is creepy and I don’t think any of this is going to work for me. You fucking me for a weekend does not entitle you to my life story,” I said, ready to say fuck this job and him too.
“If you take a moment to listen you’ll understand; now please, sit down.” I hadn’t even realized that I was standing over Crew until he said something. I sat back down in my chair but my body still remained tense as he spoke.
“If you take the time to think about it, you’ll see that this will benefit both of us. If you agree to marry me, I will not only train you to run this building as not only DON but as the owner. I will give you this building and another for each year we remain married. You will be given access to an account with a predetermined amount of money to provide any needs you or your daughter may have.”
“Who determines the amount?” I was intrigued by the possibility of a lump sum of money being given to me. I made very good money in my position but it never hurt to have a cushion.
“You do. Just give me a number within reason and it’s yours,” he said nonchalantly like money was no object to him.
“I would have to really think about this. I have a daughter to protect. My daughter and I are a package deal so I’m assuming I would have to live with you and that means my daughter would as well. I have to make sure she is safe,” I told him, trying not to offend him, but Timberly is my priority.
“I totally understand, and believe me when I say, I would treat your daughter like she was mine and that means protecting her with my life as if she came from me, " he said sincerely.
“With that being said you will be expected to make our marriage look as real as possible. That means PDA, family outings and date nights. Our agreement is for show only; however, if things between us change, any children from our marriage will be heirs to my entire fortune.”
“How long would we have to stay married?” Yeah he was fine but I couldn’t anchor myself to a man like him permanently. I just needed to use this opportunity to finally be free of Kyle.
“If after three years we have no biological children we will be free to divorce and go our separate ways.”
“What makes you think we would have any children? This isn’t a real marriage so we won’t be having sex again,” I stated with certainty.
