Blood Bound

Rejected Mate, Rejected Boss

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

Today is Monday and it is officially my first day on the job. I knew Dimitri and I got to know each other over the weekend, a little too much if you ask me, but despite that I felt nervous. I did not want to disappoint, and I feel like if I did disappoint, it would be rather embarrassing. I know that Dimitri was only giving me a shot because of my parents and now. After recent developments, he probably would include the fact that he attracted to me to that mix.

Who am I kidding?

I was probably a hump and dump.

We will see how things turn out when I go into the office today. It was currently about five in the morning. I got up super early to pick out an outfit for the day. I was told that my working hours as his assistance are from eight in the morning to six in the afternoon. Offices usually closes at three in the afternoon, but due to my position as the secretary and personal assistant of the chief executive officer, I got the privilege of staying back an extra three hours more than everyone else.

I am not complaining, considering I had nothing else to do beside sleeping when I finish work. My parents basically did everything for me, much to my dismay.

I would prefer to be busy than be idle with a lot of free time on my hands.

As I went through my closet, I thought about the image I wanted to create for myself at the company.

Of course, I wanted to be the best assistant and secretary anyone has ever hired, and I was dedicated as well as motivated to give this job my all even if it does not ask for it. I was already looking forward to making my way to the top. It would be such a great accomplishment if I were to work in human resources of such a big firm.

Considering I am already working for the chief executive officer of the firm, and he gets to see me work in person, I already had the upper hand, and this gives me a major head start.

By now it was about half past six and I needed to leave home by seven because it would take forty-five minutes to get to the office and I was already instructed to grab coffee and breakfast for Dimitri on my way there.

I headed to the bathroom to commence my morning routine so I can quickly get ready for work.

Dimitri Zane (P.O.V.)

I should not have slept with her. That was the biggest mistake I could have made. I had no intentions of courting her, but she looked so delicious, I just needed a taste of her and now that the temptation has been fed, I can think clearly, and I can clearly say that I made a mistake.

I did not know of Isla until recently, and her lack of social media presence made it quite difficult to decipher the type of person she is. Whether or not she is a hard worker, or if she simply uses her looks to get what she wants.

I, of course have previously looked at her resume which assisted in my decision to hire her. It was not just all because of her parents that got her the job. It did help to give her some recognition, but her qualifications played a major role as well.

Since the night I let my hormones get the best of me and found myself in her room, I regretted not having much restraint. I had a feeling she would use my attraction toward her to get her way in the company and prayed that would not be the case. I would not want to cease her employment at the company anytime soon, but I do hope she can get past what happened between us.

I really did not want to complicate things. This is a law firm, and to have relations with another employee without giving notice to the human resources department, is highly frowned upon. I may be the founder and chief executive officer of the firm, but I do have to be fair to my employees and lead by example.

It was about minutes to eight in the morning, which meant that Isla should be here any minute, unless she is late. I did not have high expectations from her, but I did hope she would prove me wrong. Her parents were well respected members of my kingdom, and I would assume they placed their morals on their daughter as well.

I sat behind my desk and turned on my computer to start going through some emails, when there was a knock on my door and Isla walked in.

“Good morning Ms. Kalashnikov. How are you today?” I asked politely.

She set a cup of coffee on my desk along with a bacon and cheese sandwich- from the smell of it- on my desk. She smoothed out her clothes and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled weakly.

“I am great today sir, just a little nervous about my first day. If I am being honest. How are you.” She replied chuckling a little as she confessed her feelings to me.

Sir. The way that rolled off her tongue and made my d*ck stand at attention really impressed me. I do not think any other woman has ever made me feel this way before.

Pure lust.

I wanted to get more of her this instance, but I told myself I had to keep it professional.

I gestured to her to take a seat, which she immediately did without protest.

I discreetly adjusted my hardened member which threatened to burst through my pants, and I nodded at her.

“That is great to hear. I am well. As my secretary and personal assistant, I require that you answer emails, schedule conferences, appointments, forward my calls when needed, take messages, you may need to run errands for me at times. I will need you to do some form of data entry for me, I hope that you are well versed in Microsoft office as I would need you to document a few files for me, that are strictly confidential, so please handle the information that you read with dire discretion. I think that is all for now. If anything, else were to come up, I would let you know. Do you have any questions or inquiries for me?”

That is right Dimitri, keep it professional. No s*x. No attraction. At least no acting on my deepest desires. She is your employee.

“While I understand the tasks at hand, there is one thing I would like to address. It is in regard to what happened over the weekend. I would like to ensure that whatever happened between us does not get in between our work relationship. I would like to be nothing more than your employee and I would hope you would accept this. I am not interested in having s****l relations with you in the future. Whatever happened that one night in my room, happened as a result of a spur in the moment and obvious weakness. I hope you feel the same way.”

What???

Why do I feel rejected?

Did she not like the s*x?

God, am I going to start overthinking?

Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)

“While I understand the tasks at hand, there is one thing I would like to address. It is in regard to what happened over the weekend. I would like to ensure that whatever happened between us does not get in between our work relationship. I would like to be nothing more than your employee and I would hope you would accept this. I am not interested in having s****l relations with you in the future. Whatever happened that one night in my room, happened as a result of a spur in the moment and obvious weakness. I hope you feel the same way.” I said in the politest tone I could have but honestly, I was scared.

I did not know how he would take the rejection and I did not want him to let his feelings, whether positive or negative, hinder the way I am treated in this company. Image is everything when it comes to jobs like this, and to have the chief executive officer of a big firm hate you or think lowly of you, is something that no one would want. That is why I took the first opportunity I got to be open and communicate my thoughts to him.

As I spewed the words out of my mouth, I observed as his face contorted into so many emotions all at once and I immediately felt like the result would be disastrous. I could only hope that he is mature enough to accept what I want. It is not unfair, we are co-workers, he is my boss, and it is against the rules to have s****l relations in the workplace without giving notice to human resources.

I did not want to lose my job over a scandal because that may hinder future opportunities and I really could not risk that happening.

“Are you rejecting me Ms. Kalashnikov?” He asked in an almost threatening tone.

My throat grew dry, and I felt as though my tongue was too heavy to speak.

I cleared my throat and crossed my legs as an attempt to calm myself.

Taking a deep breath, I further eased my racing thoughts and I made eye contact with him.

I cannot show weakness. I cannot show submission.

“Mr. Zane, please take note of the fact that you are my boss. With all due respect, I do not think it is appropriate to have further s****l relations with you. I would prefer we keep our relationship strictly professional.”  I said, as I tried to mask my fear as much as possible.

“First of all, Ms. Kalashnikov, Mr. Zane is my father, call me Dimitri. We are close enough for first name basis. Second, no one tells me what to do. I am in control and would always be. Third, if you want a strictly professional relationship, then so be it. You may now take your leave. I believe you do have a desk full of work to get to.” He spat before he turned to the computer and began typing away.

“I-I am not sure where my desk is. Can you point me to it please?”

He sighed heavily, as though it was a chore to guide me to my workstation. I stood up abruptly from his desk and walked toward the door and opened it, not even waiting for me to follow him.

I got up quickly sped walk behind him.

Gosh, is his ego that weak?

So much toxic masculinity radiating off him.

“Here is your desk Ms. Kalashnikov.” He said sternly, as he turned to leave.

“Thank you, Dimitri.” I said offering him a smile which he, of course, rejected.

“That is Mr. Zane to you, Ms. Kalashnikov.” He spat and a few girls that overheard the conversation snickered at my expense.

I blushed from embarrassment and nodded, before I bowed my head and took a seat behind my desk.

I turned on the computer and created a profile for myself on the desktop before I set up my workstation.

My mother had made it her duty to ensure I had enough pens of various colors, pencils, erasers, and sticky notes. I felt like the new kid at school. As I was placing everything neatly on my desk, three big stacks of files were dropped onto the desk, and I could hear Dimitri muttering under his breath shortly after.

“I want these typed and emailed to me by the end of the day.”

With that he walked away, making it his duty to slam his office door shut.

I almost rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour.

Was not acting mad when you were begging for my p*ssy Saturday night. I thought bitterly.

I looked through the files and sighed. Each document consisted of at least twenty pages and there were about fifty on the desk.

There was no way I could finish this in time. He was being totally unfair, and it angered me.

I did not want this same thing happening if we were to continue having s****l relations and now that I have ended things, he has chosen to act childish all because his big ego took a hit.

That was so unattractive and quite frankly, his behaviour just made me lose any sort of attraction I had toward him.

You could say, he made my p*ssy drier than the Sahara Desert.

 Dimitri Zane (P.O.V.)

I am not sure what to feel at this moment. I felt angry, rejected, and embarrassed.

How dare she reject me?

I almost felt stupid.

Here I was thinking about all the things she confessed, yet, I wanted her, I could not help it. I wanted her to want me just as badly. This has never happened to me.

No woman has ever rejected me. No woman has ever told me to leave her room after I had s*x with her.

Maybe I should have known from that night that she was not really into. She did make me leave right after and I just could not wrap that around my head. She pulled a me on me and I did not know how to react.

I felt so desperate.

I could not bare to look at her. Every time I saw her face, I wanted to bend her over and teach her a lesson. Teach her to obey me, love me, need me – be obsessed with me. I usually did not have to try this hard and for this reason, I felt like maybe she was playing hard to get. Maybe she was like me. She needed to feel needed and desired, so she is playing with me.

Soon enough she will be playing with my d*ck.

I thought as I looked at his smirked.

Gosh, she is so sexy.

I watched as her face fall while she went through all of the work, I assigned to her.

I really did not have that much work for her to do but I gathered a few documents from everyone on the top floor and gave it to her. She will work and I will e*****e her.

This will teach her to not disobey me.

Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)

For the past few weeks, I have been conducting drills and strengthening my pack. This, of course, required the infiltration of weaker packs to force them to join my pack and if they refused the end result would have been immediate death. I did not care if they were woman or child, everyone got the same treatment, and I did not care.

My pack was now stronger, more ruthless, and more powerful than before. Isla was long forgotten. I did not need her.

I started to court Stephanie, to be my new wife. She was so submissive, that I demanded a polyamory relationship. She of course did not mind, though she really did not have a say. She was to become my Luna and stand beside me as I lead the pack into greatness. I did have plans to get Isla back, because with her at my side, my wolf would be able to focus more and that would make us even stronger.

I was sure that the little b*tch was just at home, crying over me, so getting her back would be a breeze. I intended to get her back this week, as I had finally completed the training objectives I set out for my pack.

Stephanie was the daughter of my beta, and while she is an apparent airhead, she did give the best head, so she was at least useful for something.

I did not believe in the notion that a female could run a pack because they were all so emotional and weak, so really my wives only need to sit and look pretty. Whilst Isla was not the prettiest of the bunch, due to the fated bond we shared, she did have the ability to make me stronger, if we were to mate and that is why I wanted her back.

I bet it would be so easy to convince her to come back and I was counting on that.

At this moment, I was heading to the shower to wash off as I just finished combat training. My muscles were sore, but they were bigger now, and I had also gotten a couple tattoos on my arms. One was a sleeve which consisted of a wolf, with blood spewing out of its mouth surrounded by a snake and some roses to signify death. It was a dark tattoo, but I think it helped me express myself a lot, so I liked it.

“Stephanie, I am about to shower.” I said, which meant that she should immediately undress and follow me to the shower as well, which she did without a word of reluctance.

Stephanie would then go on my soap my body, clean me, and make me c*m before I got out of the shower.

It was about time I had my afternoon nap, so when I got out of the shower, I dried my skin and got into bed naked. Shortly after, Stephanie appeared, and she got under the covers with me.

I pulled her ass toward my hardened d*ck, and I lifted her leg slightly to give me better access to her s*x, before I inserted my hardened member into her mound and began to f*ck her.

Completely disregarding her pleasure as well, I came inside of her, pulled out and immediately began to fall asleep.

As I gradually slipped into unconsciousness, I felt he get off the bed to clean up, and she left my room.

Good girl.

She knows the drill by now.