Dirty Savage Boss (Cocky Billionaire 1)

Thankfully, the place was empty, so I went into the first stall and leaned against the partition. I was trembling and needed to calm down. Ryan had gotten to me. But the things he’d said bothered me. He wasn’t joking about owning my pussy. If I was going to continue seeing him, I had to decide if I wanted this type of man. I loved how he made me feel and the kind of hot sex we had. But that didn’t give him the right to say the things he’d said. Admittedly, he’d freaked me out more than a little. I didn’t want him to go all stalker man on me.

But then when I’d seen him with that other woman, I’d been more than a little jealous. It had burned me up but good. I sort of got that ownership thing because I’d wanted to slap that bitch and then him for being that close to her.

What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t usually act this way.

Checking the time, I realized I needed to get a move on. I quickly checked my makeup to see if it needed touching up and then I went back to my own office.

It didn’t surprise me to get a call in the afternoon from Ian, checking up on me.

“If you want answers, you need to ask your boss.” And I hung up. I wasn’t going to play this game any longer. If Ryan wanted to talk to me, he could call me himself. And he did.

“Chloe, I want to see you tonight.”

“That’s nice.” I gloated with my response.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“You will? What if I’m not in the mood to see you?”

“Stop playing these games.”

“No, you’re the one who’s playing games. Don’t bother picking me up. I won’t be home tonight.” I hung up. If he wanted to go out, he needed to ask. Yeah, I was down with the dom/sub roles, but only when we were in the bedroom. Right now, that didn’t suit me. He needed to show me that he respected me and didn’t take me for granted. That ownership crap crawled all over me and I wasn’t going for it at all. I was going to make him work for it… that was if he wanted me.

And if he didn’t, well then, I’d just write it off as a great time with two amazing guys.

That was harder than I’d thought it would be. Ryan avoided me at work. At first, I got phone calls and texts, which I ignored. And then… nothing. I had expected him to crawl back and beg after that show of possessiveness. But he didn’t. He dropped off the Earth, or so it seemed. For over three weeks, I never saw him at work, even when I went to the floor where I knew his office was located. I made excuses that I needed to go up there for one thing or another, but he was never around. He’d ghosted on me.

I had royally screwed up. I was sure he had moved on and found someone else. And that was when I figured it out. My feelings for him were more than something casual. I had let my stupid heart get involved. And now I was paying the price.

At night, I would lie in bed remembering all the delicious and sinful things he’d done to my body. Even my favorite vibrator failed to satisfy me. He had ruined me. My pussy ached for his cock, his tongue, and his fingers. I longed for them to probe and lick me. I was certainly one hot mess.

Even my friend Molly had disappeared on me. I tried calling her, but she didn’t even return my texts. By this time, I was worried about her, so I hopped in my car and drove to her place. When I arrived, her car was in the parking lot, right outside her apartment. Why wasn’t she answering her phone?

I pounded on the door with my fists, yelling, “Molly, open up. It’s Chloe. Let me in.” I stuck my ear to the door and heard all kinds of noises, like voices and someone running.

“Hang on a sec,” she yelled. “I’m coming.”

A few minutes later, she opened the door wearing a robe, and her hair was all rumpled like I’d just woken her up. But it was only six-thirty in the evening. I pushed past her. “I’ve been calling you and you haven’t answered your phone. I was worried about you. What the hell is going on?”

Her mouth flopped open and closed a few times and then she said, “I’ve been kind of busy.”

“Busy? With what? You look like you’ve been sleeping.” Then I heard a crash and an Oh, fuck coming from her bedroom. “Oh, my God, you have a man in your bedroom, don’t you?”