Seducing The Heir

Six

Rye McMillan

There's only so much I can tolerate. My father's been causing too much trouble for me. I can't let it all go on much longer. If I let him be, he'll ruin everything.

Well, putting me in charge of the new ad project was a favor, but he didn't have to assign me as the charity event's head, too. I have too much in my hands already. And, what bothers me most is that he removed me as the head of the Finance department. A little dip in the stock price wasn't my fault. I told them to go and proceed with the merger, but they didn't agree. That's on them.

I slammed my office door shut. I didn't want to hear one more disparaging remark from him. I know that he's not exactly proud of me, but I'm his son. He should understand that, at least, even if he doesn't approve of me doing things the way I want to. I'm a McMillan, for God's sake.

I wasn't planning to be the way I am, but that's how I am. If I want to be a heartless monster, I will. End of discussion.

I needed to think of something else. Something else to get my mind off of my father and all the complications he brought to my life.

Emily.

She was the only distraction that I wanted. Just the thought of her made my cōck hard. It was all I wanted.

I knew I was losing my mind. I didn't care. I knew I was supposed to be watching her. Monitoring her. I should know everything that was happening in Em's life.

I didn't.

I knew nothing about her. It's like I was clueless about her life. I didn't know what she did outside of work. I didn't know what her interests were.

Except for s*x.

Emily was definitely a woman of many interests and I couldn't wait to explore them all.

I knew if I let my guard down, I'll lose control. I've tried countless times to get her to succumb to me. I've tried to charm her. I thought that would be enough. But it wasn't. She was stubborn and strong-willed. She didn't give in to me. She resisted.

I didn't like it.

I was used to getting my way.

I can't get past the fact that she denied me. That she didn't give in to my charms. If someone rejected me, I wouldn't stand for it.

But Emily did.

All she wanted was to keep away from after that passionate one-night-stand we had.

That wasn't the only thing what I wanted.

I wanted something more.

I wanted her to give in to me. To forget about her silly rules and let me have her. Well aside for wanting to bury my d**k deep inside her, so deep she wouldn't be able to walk right. I want HER. There would be no other woman like her. To me, she was the only woman who deserved my attention.

I wasn't going to let her go. She was mine. She belonged to me.

I don't know how I knew she was the right one for me. It just happened. I just knew that if I don't have her, I'll lose it.

A sudden knock on my door broke my train of thoughts. I looked up and saw my one of my guards, Eddie, standing in front of it.

"Sir, there's a lady here to see you," he said.

"Can't it wait, Eddie? I'm busy."

"She said it's about the charity."

I sighed. "Tell her to come in."

Eddie nodded and opened the door.

I quickly checked my hair and my suit. I don't want to look disheveled in front of a guest. The door opened and a woman in her thirties walked in. Her skirt and dark blue blouse looked too tight for her.

"Hello, Sir. I'm Danielle Smith. I'm here to see you about the charity."

I gestured her to take a seat. "Yes. What do you have to say?"

"I have the donation list, Sir. I'm here to ask you to do the interviews for the donors."

"Interviews?" I frowned. "I'm not sure if I can do that."

"I'm not sure your father would agree."

A sigh escaped me. "I'm not certain. I'll have to check with him."

Danielle looked down and frowned. "I'll have to let you know by tomorrow, then," she said and stood up, about to leave.

I stopped her. "No. Wait. I didn't mean that, I just want to check with him first. I'll get back to you. Okay?"

She smiled. "Okay. Thank you, Sir."

I walked her out of my office. "I'll get back to you by tomorrow. Thank you for coming by."

"I appreciate it, Sir," Danielle said and walked out.

I made a mental note to call my father later. I wasn't sure if I was up to it. I was tired and I didn't want to waste my energy. I was already pushing my luck. I needed a break.

I reached for the phone and dialed Emily's extension.

She answered the phone. "Yes, Sir?"

"I want to see you in my office now."

"Is something wrong?" I could hear the concern in her voice.

"No."

A few seconds passed before she replied. "Okay, I'll be there in a minute."

"I'll be waiting."

I sat back on my chair and tried to concentrate on the paperwork on my desk. I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Emily opened the door and greeted me. "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

I glanced at her. She was wearing a loose sweater that made her look baggy. I wondered if it was supposed to look like that or if it was her fault. She was definitely wearing too much make-up. Her cheeks were reddened and heavily powdered. Her lips were bright red. She looked like she was wearing a clown's makeup. Well, at least the clowns in the circus weren't as scary as her at the moment.

I frowned. "What's going on with you?"

Emily's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

"You look like someone died in a circus," I said, trying to be blunt.

She laughed nervously. "No, no one died. I'm just wearing my new make-up," she said and patted the rouge on her cheeks.

I shook my head. "No. It's too much. It doesn't suit you." She gave me a confused look. "I prefer that you do not cover your face with such thick make-up. You have no need for it. You're already beautiful."

Why the f**k did I say that?