The Boss's Dominant Desire

Chapter 15

Four days later

So far, Chaol has kept his word. He's gone down the list of clients in his firm by alphabetical

order, weeding out those who should not be defended.

Today he's reached Chris's name. I'm unable to even sit in a room with my old teacher, but that

doesn't keep me from listening in.

It's not likely ears pressed against the door or anything, it doesn't need to be. The loud shouts

from Chaol's office echo down the hall.

"-u can't do that! I'm paying you-"

"-ive a f**k-"

The noises send stress practically in waves through my body.

Leaning against the wall, I chew my fingernail while cringing at the conversation.

A few more muffled profanities are thrown before there's a disturbing silence.

Did th-

The door to my boyfriend's office opens ten feet away, Chris storming halfway out before

gripping the heavy door.

"Just you wait Davening! You'll regret this. I'll make you loathe the day your mother-"

"Finish that sentence and consider yourself dead," Chaol growls.

Probably knowing he isn't joking, Chris shuts up and it's to slam the door so hard the entire frame

shakes. I stand frozen in place, unable to move.

Luckily, the teacher is so occupied with his rampage that he doesn't turn around.

I watch him walk all the way down the hall and silently pray security will escort him out. After

watching him turn the corner, I make my way to the large office doors and open them slowly.

Chaol's steely eyes meet mine, the anger in them clearly draining as he sees that it's only me.

Throwing his pen down on a stack of papers, he sighs heavily and leans back in his chair. With

one arm stretched out to me, I take his invitation.

Plopping my bottom on his lap, I curl sideways and rest my head on the suit clad chest to my

right.

"He was angry."

Way to state the obvious Ellie.

Chaol pets my arm soothingly, but I think it may be more of an action to calm himself more so

than I.

"I kept my promise... Will you marry me now?"

With a tired moan and a small shake of the head, I begin questioning him.

"Why do you want to get married so quickly? And thank you for keeping your promise."

I grant him a thankful kiss on his stubbled cheek before he groans with irritation.

"I love you and I always will. Is that not reason enough to make you my wife?"

Though his logic may seem flawed to some, it makes perfect sense to me.

I do want to marry him, I just don't know if I should do so this quickly. Nothing is garuntee of

course, but I've seen rushed marriages do alot of harm.

What about kids? What about moving out of our work building?

Closing my eyes to keep from reading the microexpressions on Chaol's face, I do my best to

assure him I want to be married, but need some time.

"I'll think about it."

Though I can't see him, I know he's either pursing his lips or nodding.

With a feathery kiss to my forehead, he whispers in his gruff voice,

"That's all I ask."

In the moment, rushing things doesn't seem like such a bad option. I know though, that in the

long run I might thank myself. One question however, won't leave my mind.

What am I waiting for?

Do I think I need a sign? A message? I'm not sure, but whatever it is that I feel I need and haven't

encountered will be discovered. I don't care if I need to spend all day, all week, or all year

searching for whatever's

missing. One thing I know for sure: if I don't find what I'm looking for, it will most certainly find

me.