Page 32 of Hated By the Boss

With just a few words, she had given him power he had never asked for, one she would've been better off keeping to herself.

Just a few damn words, and he now had the power - so much damn power over her that the sheer innocence of her action almost drove Dmitry mad with bitterness and frustration.

Why are you such a fucking fool?

Can't you fucking see I don't deserve you?

Don't you know that a part of me still despises you, and maybe I always will?

The sick, bitter, twisted side of Dmitry had wanted to snarl out those very words, make it fucking clear to Tahey that what they had was nothing but a train wreck waiting to happen.

And yet...

Somehow...

Despite all the years he had lived in the darkness of his rage—-

He had somehow found a way to control himself.

Seeing Tahey tremble before him and hearing her voice shake as she told him how happy he made her, his own heart had shuddered, her painful honesty forcing him to be just as honest—-

Dmitry had swept her up in his arms after that, carrying her to his bedroom and making love to her like she was his most precious thing. And he did so because she was that.

His most precious thing.

Even if a part of him still blamed her for his sister's death.

Chapter Thirteen

"UM, WOW." IT WAS THE morning after Tahey's first, er, sleepover at Dmitry's apartment, and while having breakfast, her boss-turned-lover very casually asked her to move in with him. "Did you really just say—-"

"If you make me repeat myself," Dmitry said seriously, "then consider the offer rescind—-"

Tahey quickly cut him off, saying happily, "I would totally love to move in. Just say when—-"

"Tonight then."

Her eyes widened. "Did you—-"

Dmitry simply looked at her.

"What I mean is," Tahey hurriedly corrected herself, "tonight can't come any sooner."

"I'll get a moving company to take care of it right away," the billionaire told her, "so there's nothing for you to worry about."

"Um..." Tahey couldn't believe how hard it was not to ask Dmitry to repeat himself. Or if he was serious.

Dmitry frowned as he watched Tahey squirm in her seat in an effort to contain her silence. "Stop that."

"Stop what?"

He dealt her an impatient look. "Squirming." He supposed her incredulity was to be expected. He had gone from hating the sight of her to asking Tahey to move in with him in a figurative nanosecond. But if she were expecting him to take things slow, well...it was obvious she still had much to understand about him.

His first taste of Tahey had only made him hunger for more, and now that Dmitry had made up his mind to keep her as his lover, the billionaire saw no point in denying themselves of what they both wanted.

Which was...

Tahey, busy at that moment in trying her best not to squirm, could only let out a gasp when the billionaire suddenly scooped her off the seat...and place her on his lap.

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