The billionaire's forbidden desires

t, back into the gutte

to look at him. His dark eyes were bloodshot. Anger was written all over hi

ble and drew her tight gown down her body. There wasn't a sin

essed as Damien, said to the receptionist. While

ds off her. Damien signalled at the girl in his office, and she took her bag to leave. She kissed h

ecretary rushed to explain herself

y sir, I tried

d enough, Martina. Imagine

taking her time to observe the "hot" CEO '' I asked her to leave,

ready messy and scattered. A pair of shoes was in between her armholes, holding it tight. Not only that, but her bag with her scattered files ran across her che

er slightly '' I want to see the face of the wo

trying his best to keep the anger and frustration in it down. Emm

ooked soft and cherry colored. He was trying to get a ful

I want to see

on his curious eyes. He looked deep into her teary blued eyes, sending waves of sensation into her. She was trying her b

in the eyes, and appeared shy. Martina was still standing ther

he tried speaking,

eak with.... '' He looked at

' she cal

peak with Emma, you

a, reluctantly taking her leave from the office.

uld have just left when Martina told her to. Why on earth did she run into his office? What was he going to do to her? Would he call

led quietly, tapping his pen

ma co

are you

s told it ended half an hour ago, but I w

, knowing quite well you came late. Why did yo

the company to interrupt people in the middle of their sen

meeting, after Martina told you, I was busy

ardo

fiercely '' I want you to tell me your

day. My shoes messed up, the traffic jam was mad, the security wouldn't let me in. Even your secretary wouldn't allow me to explain myself without hushing me and finally i