BILLIONAIRE'S DESIRE

6. Package

CHAPTER SIX

Monday morning arrived and when I walked into the company premises at almost mid-morning, I was in a pretty foul mood. One because that stripper never showed up but mainly because Collins dragged me and Blake to Jade’s apartment yesterday night. Apparently her two year boyfriend broke up with her…again. From listening to her moan over Henry, to a round of shots and the next thing I know for sure that happened was that I blackened out.  Now I was hanging a bloody hangover and the sunglasses were not being of much help either. I stopped at my secretary’s desk.

“Monica, I see you are now feeling better,” I leaned over her desk, trying to subdue the hangover because it was really killing me. Last Friday, she had not been at work otherwise that Scarlett woman would not have interrupted.

Monica flipped her blonde hair, a smile popping on her lips as she leaned forward, her cleavage open to my gaze. Didn’t she know that boobs never turn me on? Maybe except for that one cleavage from the CMO. Make that two if we include the stripper.

Fuck! No boobs whatsoever!

“Yes, Sir,”

“Cancel any meetings I have today and also get me some pain killers,” I added after a second thought.

“Sure thing, Sir. Anything else,” she added slyly. Monica had been trying to get me to sleep with her since she started working here but I was always pre-occupied with someone else. She was pretty but not enough to get me to sleep with her.

“Look who decided to finally show up for work,” How could I forget that she was working in this company?

I turned and sure enough, Scarlett stood with her arms crossed and without having to strain, I could detect a deep frown on her face. Could she not give me one moment of peace in my own f*****g company? 

“Scarlett,”

“Just because you are the CEO, it doesn’t mean you have to drop in anytime you want,” That sharp annoying tongue made regret leaving the comfort of my bed.

“Mind your own business Miss. Simpson,” I snapped, instantly regretting at the repulsed pain in my head. f*****g hangover!

“Trust me, I’m minding my business, Mr. Valiente and you know what my business is? My business is seeing to it that this company actually grows and making sure that everyone else supports the growth. That includes you too. As the head of the marketing department, I suggest you stop with the tardiness and work together with me,”

“You are so lucky I don’t like losing to a challenge because I would have fired you in an instant. First day of work and you are acting as though you own the damn the company!” If there was something that I hated more than Scarlett, it was losing my temper in front of my employees. Now, my head was literally throbbing all thanks to one witty, sharp tongued CMO.

 I was about to walk away when Monica stopped me.

“Excuse me Sir, there is a package here for you,” She said.

A package?  I was certainly not expecting a package from anyone. At least not from anyone I can remember and my birthday was five months away. I had not sealed any deals lately either.

“Who sent it? “I questioned, a small frown set on my face.

“No idea but I think it must be one of your girls because it is just signed Candy,” she shrugged lightly.

Wait, Candy?  You know that one name that makes your d**k twitch instantly and you forget all about the hangover? That name to me was Candy and I turned my full attention to Monica.

“Where is the package?” I demanded. A brief memory of the way she danced on me flashed in my brain and a jolt of excitement rushed through me.

She retrieved a package, relatively slightly larger in size than a pocket sized novel, wrapped in a dark red material. The moment it touched my palms, I could tell there was something soft inside and that just peaked my interest. For my d**k’s sake, I sure hoped the package was from my Candy and not some other Candy.

I brushed past Scarlett and once I was inside my office, I locked the door, got rid of my shoes and then got comfortable on the couch. I unwrapped the package and my eyes fall on a pair of black, lacy panties. A smirk crawled over my lip, a picture of Candy dressed nothing but these dark panties and probably a matching bra, painted on my brain. Now, this was the kind of teaser I loved and my turn on d**k was testimony to that.

I put the panties aside, my eyes falling on the neat dark handwriting on the white paper.

Still want that private dance? I’m free tonight. Meet me at the club, eight p.m. sharp

“Hell, yeah,” I muttered.

Well, I was not sure about how my day was going to go but I was hell sure my night was going to be f*****g great.