Page 13 of Mister Stark

I stretched my arms after I had a quick nap and smiled brightly as I gazed around. The penthouse was gorgeous and Dylan had lived the bachelor life here before I moved in. It needed life added to its plain existence, and I spruced it up to my liking. More colored plants and a woman’s touch. It was far too empty and plain before I got here. More of a busy working man who just brought a woman here to fuck on the side.

Now it wasn’t.

It was home.

I tossed my wavy hair to the side and put my heels back on that laid on the floor at the side of our bed. I glanced back at the empty pillow and wished Dylan was here, but he was hard at work. And I needed this time to catch up on sleep.

I stood up and straightened out my purple dress. I headed towards the bathroom to touch up my makeup before I headed out the door. My heels clicked along the hardwood, and I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My deep eyes stared back at me with different hues of brown, and they all swirled together. Small wispy pieces of hair fell over my rosy cheeks from sleep and I pushed them aside. I touched up my red lipstick and puckered my lips together until it was just right. My eyeshadow needed to be refreshed because I smeared it on my pillow.

Once it was complete, I fluffed my hair one last time and grabbed my handbag from the counter with everything I needed inside. The front door opened with ease and I locked the door behind me.

D.S. Industries loomed overhead as I made my way towards the front lobby, and the sunshine glared behind the enormous building. It created a bright glow around it and made it look like the gateway to heaven. It would be if it weren’t for its owner, Mr. Daxon Stark. More like a gateway into the fiery depths of hell after being around him for so long.

I used to idolize the shit out of him, but after I got to know him, it grew into hatred. The same hatred he felt towards me, and it was his own doing. The person he was on the inside was cold and distant. He only ever had time for his business, and it always came first. The business side of him mixed in with his personality and I could never see him change it. I couldn’t imagine anything could.

“Good morning, Ms. Lovette.” The secretary at the front desk of D.S. Industries wore a proper smile and greeted me.

“Good morning, Gracie.” I smiled in return at her pleasantness, but knew it was all an act for Mr. Daxon Stark.

If she didn’t and he found out, she wouldn’t have a job. Gracie was a sweet, but shy woman and took whatever crap Daxon threw at her. She was a blonde-haired beauty with sharp blue eyes and she had so much potential. She shouldn’t deal with Daxon around the clock. Gracie deserved far more respect than Mr. Stark gave her.

She nodded her head at me, pressed her lips together and gently tugged at her short black dress that Daxon ordered her was the proper fashion. I returned the nod and headed for the elevators as I fidgeted in my knee-length dress. I pushed the button, and the elevator dinged, signaling a not so busy day at D.S. Industries.

I boarded it alone and tossed my hair to the side as I pushed the button for the fiftieth floor. I gazed around at the large elevator and the mirrors all around me. My eyes looked around until they fell upon me and my reflection stared back at me. They found my handbag, and I remembered the cake cards inside. The reason I was here.

I pulled them out just as the elevator sounded for the fiftieth floor. Mr. Daxon Stark’s office was on this floor along with Dylan’s. He had to be right by daddy’s side at all times and Daxon made sure of it.

I wanted Dylan to go cake tasting with me and he couldn’t because of work. Dylan should attend and we should be able to do this together like a normal engaged couple, but it was daddy’s orders. I should at least be able to see my man before I went out shopping for our wedding cake.

I looked down at the cake flavors in my hands and stepped out of the elevator. Not watching where I was going as my mind wandered to wedding cakes, wedding dresses, colors, centerpieces and party favors. I wanted Dylan to go over some cake flavors before one of many cake appointments this morning. I hoped to squeeze it into the schedule if he was still here.

Suddenly, I collided with a rock-solid form. I was a few feet away from the elevator and a grunt escaped the person I ran into. The cake cards fumbled within my hands, but didn’t tumble to the floor. Thank god for that.

“You can never watch where you are going, princess.” A deep, rich tone huffed with annoyance.

I gazed up with embarrassment as my cheeks flushed bright red into Daxon’s dark haunting stare and it made my skin crawl, but not in a bad way. A way I shouldn’t feel, but I couldn’t help it. His greedy gaze didn’t stop at my eyes and roamed down my body. The temperature turned up another notch and my breath hitched under his glare.

Mr. Daxon Stark was a silver fox and even though I couldn’t stand him, he was sexy as fuck. He was the daddy I shouldn’t be tempted by, but my body cried out for him. I shouldn’t want anything to do with him, but with him this close, I couldn’t escape the reminder. I hated him because of his hatred for me and that was the way it should be.

His rudeness towards me fired up everything inside, but his unwillingness to know me puzzled me. He never gave me the time of day or even bothered to try. I had given up long ago and switched my focus to more important things. If my future daddy-in-law wanted to be my enemy, then so be it. Two can play his wicked game.

I cleared my throat and grabbed his attention. “I’m here to see Dylan before he gets too busy with work.”

“You’re too late. He had an emergency business meeting to attend earlier this morning.” He grinned as his clean-shaven mouth perked up and he gazed down at the sample cards in my hands. “What’s all this?”

I grinned back at him with sass. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He leaned in closer, and my toes curled at the smell of his expensive cologne. “I actually would, since it is about my son.”

His nearness flustered me. My heart pounded in my ears and I cleared my throat. “Well, if you must know, it’s different flavors for our wedding cake. He was supposed to give me an idea of what he likes since he can’t attend because you have him on a tight schedule.”

His hand reached out to touch the cards, but our fingers brushed in the process and tingles of red, sultry heat ran through me. His deep eyes locked with mine, my breath caught in my throat and I needed to wet my lips.

But it was a huge mistake.

His eyes darted towards the movement and fell on my plump lips. I saw the flames ignite and flicker within his deep depths. It made my pussy pulsate.

Daxon quickly pulled away and flattened his tie. “Well, that’s a shame.”

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