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9
JEREMY
Ifeel like a lion who has been starved of meat. It's been hell working with Chloe–not that she is terrible at her work–because I imagine thousands of ways I want to make love to her. I fantasize about her every damn time I see her.
The fact that I know what it feels like to make love to her isn’t helping matters. I go around trying to hide a painful erection anytime she's even 10 feet away from me. I swear she notices it. Or worse, maybe she’s just suspecting these thoughts since I’ve seen her looking down at the bulge in my pants when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
These days, I’m forced to work out of the office for the sanity of both of us. I send her home anytime I want to come in.
"Well, isn’t this interesting," Damien drawls slowly. I turn and find him smirking. At my perplexed expression, he nods somewhere behind me. Turning, I see Chloe and her friend Tyler entering the restaurant where I'm currently sitting. Tyler has his hand on her lower back.
I glare at Damien and he just laughs. "Hey, I was just looking out for my friend."
"Well, next time stop looking. Better yet, don’t mention it, especially when I don’t ask." I clench my hand into a tight fist. The idiot has the nerve to laugh.
"Why do you sound offended to see your assistant with someone else? I thought you agreed to think of her like your daughter. So, how’s that working out for you?" Damien is trying to corner me into a tight spot but I won’t let him.
"It’s going very well."
"Hmm, that's good to hear, Daddy." He laughs so loudly that people at other tables turn to look at him. He leans back, interlaces his hands together behind his head, and pretends to be deep in thought. At the same time, he’s silently accusing me with a knowing stare.
"Yes, it is good. It’s going great, in fact." I don’t acknowledge the cynical way his eyes dance over my face as I focus on eating my food. I just try to push back the thought of the two people in the far corner as my insides tumble with rage.
"So you don’t have any problem with him screwing her then, do you?"
"That will never happen!" I blurt out without thinking. Damn it! That bastard succeeded in getting under my skin. His triumphant smirk says it all.
"Interesting. I thought you said you didn’t mind."
I haven't felt such a strong need for violence in a long time. I thought I had a handle on this new dynamic with Chloe, but Damien just unraveled it. Right now, I feel this want and rage growing and intensifying, threatening to explode.
Across the restaurant, Chloe laughs at something. I can’t stop myself. I look over and see that she’s sitting a little too close to that guy. Her happiness is messing with my head. He says something else, something I can’t hear, but she laughs again. This time, she takes her napkin and wipes at her tears oflaughter, being careful not to smear her makeup. It makes me furious.
But why?
Still, the last thing I’m going to do is give Damien the satisfaction of knowing that his tormenting worked. Hell, I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d chosen this restaurant specifically because he’d seen Chloe come here with someone else. I take a deep but silent breath and return my attention to my plate.
"I don't care what she does or who she does it with. All that matters is that she does her work efficiently. As long as her job gets done, I have no problem with her personal life," I state with a calmness I don't feel.
"Are you sure?" Damien asks smirking, he is trying to rile me up but I'm not going to fall for it. "Why do I have the feeling that you are in love with this girl?"
I stop moving the food around on my plate but I don't look up. Is that what this is? Love? That's delusional. I don't even know what the word means. I have parents who never spared a second thought for me, a daughter I barely even acknowledge… Nope, my only emotion is lust, nothing more.
"Stop talking nonsense," I snap, but I immediately realize how defensive my tone sounds.
"Something tells me you’ve been acting so weird–and now staying away from her–because you’re in love with her. Worse than that, it’s absolutely eating you up inside."
"Interesting theory. Does this same ‘something’ tell you that I’m about ten seconds away from punching you in the face if you don’t shut up," I warn him sternly.
Instead of taking offense, Damien just laughs, as usual. His mocking tone tells me that he doesn’t believe me for a second. I need to get the hell out of here. The food now tastes like poison, and Chloe’s happiness is like an invisible rope choking the air out of my lungs.
"Where are you going?" he asks, finally looking a little surprised at my reaction.
"To the gym," I growl, throwing some bills on the table to pay my tab.
Damien grins to my dismay. "Oh, this should be good. Do you need company?"
"Only if you have a death wish."
