My Odious Sexy Boss

The sexy and millionaire owner of Fabre Enterprises, which produces state-of-the-art cars for the richest people in the city and foreigners, walks towards me with his elegant demeanor. His navy blue suit matches his shiny patent leather shoes, which must be worth a fortune. He forms that crooked smile when he sees me, always looking sexy. No wonder he sleeps with a different woman every night. He stands in front of me, batting his long lashes, his piercing blue eyes staring at me. He makes a gesture with his full lips, which always works on everyone, but I know him better than anyone else. After all, he's been my boss for over 5 years. "Miss Molina..." he says with his raspy voice, his penetrating eyes scanning me up and down. I roll my eyes at him, slightly irritated. "Tell me, Mr. Fabre," I reply sarcastically. "To my office, please." With that said, he heads to his office. I take my notes and follow him, shaking my head. This man may drive everyone crazy, but he only stresses me out. I enter and see him sitting with his back leaned against his luxurious chair, still smiling. He signals for me to sit, and I do so in front of him. "The meeting with the Garridos was a success," he smiles with satisfaction, and I look at him as the smile widens. "We already knew that. The project was very good." "That's right, my dear Miss Molina," he nods seductively, sitting in his large and luxurious office, typical of millionaires. "You have a meeting at 4 with Arturo Abascal," I remind him but he pouts. "At 6, visit the branch in the south, and at 8, have dinner with the representatives from GroupMotors..." "Come with me," he interrupts, furrowing his brow. "With the GroupMotors people? You handle that business better than I do," I complain, rolling my eyes. "Miss Molina, did you just roll your eyes at me again?" he asks, almost laughing. "Damián," I call by his name, but he shakes his head at me. "No, no, I don't want a 'no' for an answer." I sigh, defeated by my annoying boss. "Fine." Only then does he smile pleased. I leave his office and sit in front of my desk. Dinners with my boss are the worst; he leaves me to negotiate while he takes the woman of the moment to bed. It's so annoying. The afternoon passed with tasks and he left a while ago, calling me to say he was running late. He asks me to go to the dinner, assuring me he'll meet me there. I roll my eyes once again. This man always stresses me out. I arrive on time at the fancy restaurant, where the representatives from GroupMotors are already waiting to start. However, my odious boss is nowhere to be found. "Gentlemen, shall we begin?" I ask, taking a seat at the table. "Aren't we waiting for Damián?" Mr. Garduño, the owner of GroupMotors, inquires. "It's not necessary. I can explain the project to you."  Half an hour later, after providing a detailed explanation, I see their enthusiasm. The truth is, despite Damián being a misogynistic s*x addict, his projects are exceptional. He's one of the best mechanics I know, locking himself in his home workshop to create fascinating cars. "It's a highly innovative project," Mr. Contreras, a shareholder of GroupMotors, remarks. "Yes, Mr. Fabre knows exactly what he's doing," I proudly state, although I won’t admit it to him. "Good evening." Damián shows up from nowhere, as sexy as always. Everyone turns their heads to him, and he smiles at me. The businessmen stand up to greet him, while I remain seated, disapprovingly watching him arrive so late to this important dinner. "Damián, it's good that you're here. Elena told us about the project. It's spectacular!" Mr. Garduño exclaims, and my boss looks at me approvingly. "Miss Molina is the best. I knew she would explain the essence of the project excellently." After his compliments everyone takes their seats. He sits next to me, discreetly taking my hand under the table and giving it a slight pinch. I let go of his hand exasperatedly, but he keeps smiling, not taking his eyes off the investors. The dinner ends, and the owners and other partners of GroupMotors will contribute a substantial amount of money to my boss's project. He smiles satisfied as he bids them farewell. I grab my bag and notes, and he turns around. "Let's go," he says, but I shake my head while gazing into his blue eyes. "It's not necessary, Damián. I'll take a taxi," I insists, taking a step forward, but he firmly grabs my arm. "Why are you so cold with me? Do you... dislike me?" he asks, smiling sarcastically. "Actually, yes," I reply then hear him chuckle with amusement. "Let me take you home. I want to show you something," he suggests, his blue eyes sparkling. Whenever he takes me to his house, it's because he's working on a new project. "I have to get home," I say, and he approaches me suspiciously. His face is inches away from mine. He's undeniably handsome, but I could never lay my eyes on him, never. "Is there a man waiting for you?" he asks, and I glare at him. "It's none of your business," I coldly repond, putting some distance between us. "Why don't you take one of your blondes to your house instead?" I retort, but he denies it. "None of them is like you. You understand the work; they're just for fun," he explains, but I shake my head angrily. "I can't. I have to go home," I assert, stepping forward, but he grabs my arm again. "Fine, but I'll drive you, and no, I won't accept 'no' for an answer," he insists, and I know this time I won't be able to escape from my odious boss. Throughout the entire ride, we discuss the project with GroupMotors. It's a lucrative business venture that will bring in substantial profits. He then stops in front of my apartment building and looks at me. "We've arrived, Miss Molina," he says, smiling. I grab my things and look back at him. "Thank you for bringing me." "See you tomorrow," he says, and I get out of his elegant car. "Until tomorrow." I wave my hand, walking away. I have to admit, these years working with him have been the best. I've grown a lot, learned many things. Damián is incredibly intelligent and cultured. Needless to say, he's extremely hot. His blue eyes perfectly match his almost blond, chestnut hair. His masculine physique and elegant demeanor make him irresistible to any woman. But unlike all the women who fall at his feet, I know he'll never love anyone. He's just not meant for a serious relationship. He's only had that clingy Ivana Mariscal as his occasional lover, the only one who can tolerate him sleeping with a different woman every night. I arrive home and find my Nani knitting. She's my grandma, who raised me since I was a child. My parents passed away when I was 2 years old, so I've only known them through photos. She has been my rock, and I love her more than anything in the world. "Hey, honey," she greets ,e with a sweet smile. "Hey, Nani," I reply with kiss on her white hair. "Do you want dinner?" I shake my head as I sit next to her. "No, I already ate." "With some handsome man?" she teases while looking mischievously at me, smiling. She's a sly one. "With my boss and some investors." Her eyes immedaitely light up. "Your boss is hotter than fresh bread." "Nani!" I scold reproachfully, but she smiles. "Don't tell me otherwise, unless you're blind. I saw him on TV when he announced his latest car. He's a hottie," she insists, and we both burst into laughter. "Nani, stop thinking about men."  She smiles at my words and continues, "You should think about them. Since Andrés left, you haven't gone out with any guy." Then my heart sinks at the memory. "He was an i***t. I'm glad he's gone. He didn't deserve you, my girl," she consoles me, and tears prick my eyes, but I won't cry for him ever again. "I'm going to bed. I need to rest for tomorrow." "Alright, dear. See you tomorrow," she replies, and I kiss her hair before heading to my room. In the bathroom, I let the water run over my body. Andrés was the worst thing that happened to me. I was so naive, thinking he loved me, but he only wanted to sleep with me. When I refused because I wasn't ready, he tried to force himself on me. Thankfully, my Nani saved me and nothing happened. I never imagined he could hurt me like that. Later, he spread rumors that we had slept together, and everyone believed him. That's when we left that place and came to live in the city. Months later, I started working at Fabre Enterprises. Andrés just wanted s*x, like all men did, like Damián. That's why I'll never set my eyes on anyone again, especially not the millionaire and handsome Damián Fabre.