Page 17 of Hated By the Boss

Fuuuuuuuck.

A shudder rocked the billionaire's frame as his dick twitched, and he spent himself one last time.

Dmitry knew what he was doing wasn't right. It was sick and perverted, with the way he imagined doing all sorts of things to Tahey while pleasuring himself. He knew he should stop, and he had tried, dammit. Tried every goddamn thing he could to kill his desire for Tahey...

But nothing worked.

He only wanted her.

The girl he used to despise and still had every reason to despise.

And yet...

Dmitry walked back into the lounge, expecting to see both Sasha and Tahey. Instead, there was just his brother, and he tried to convince himself her absence meant nothing.

Sasha waited until Dmitry had taken his seat before speaking. "If you're looking for your secretary—-"

"I wasn't," Dmitry refuted right away.

Sasha would normally rib his brother over the blatant lie, but not right now. "Ms. Baskerville came here earlier, and I'm giving you her apologies on her behalf. Says she's feeling unwell and would be unable to join us for dinner."

Dmitry frowned. "Airsick?"

"You should see for yourself." Sasha's tone had become noncommittal.

Dmitry forced himself to shrug. "She's not exactly a kid. She should know how to take care of herself." He took his seat and pressed the Service button to get the staff to come in.

Sasha deliberately chose not to talk about his brother's secretary during the meal. Best let Dmitry stew a little, and if fate was on Sasha's side, then perhaps this might be the push the other man needed to be finally honest about his feelings.

When the staff came back to clear the table, Dmitry asked if Sasha wanted a drink to cap the night off and cursed silently in his mind when his brother said yes.

Shit.

Another hour passed.

Sasha, seeing Dmitry becoming increasingly on edge, finally took pity on his older brother and made up an excuse about having to get back to his room for work.

Dmitry, left alone in the lounge, only lasted about ten seconds.

And then he was out of his seat in a flash.

He knocked on Tahey's door once. What the hell was wrong with her? He wasn't worried or concerned, but naturally, as her employer, it was his responsibility to see to her well-being while she was on the job.

When Tahey was still unresponsive after the third knock, Dmitry knew there was only one thing left to do.

Tahey sat up in shock when her boss suddenly came striding inside her room and stopped by the foot of her bed.

Dmitry's gaze turned brooding as he took in Tahey's tear-stained face. "You've been crying," he said tautly.

She started to deny this, but then she remembered his warning about not lying, and she found herself slowly nodding instead.

"Why?"

Tahey swallowed hard. "It's my dad."

Dmitry stiffened. Shit. It was the last thing he expected her to say, and his first instinct was to say nothing and simply walk away. To talk about her father would only make things complicated, but then he saw the way her lip had once again started to tremble...

Shit.

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