Page 552 of Savage Bosses

“I’m not going to apologize for interrupting your date. You never should have been with that man in the first place. Next time, don’t make me chase you. You won’t like the consequences. Your time belongs to me. To King Technologies. And nothing else will get in the way of that. Next time, I won’t be so kind.”

Okay, that was a glass of ice water to my face. No matter how much he tried to pretty it up, King was still an asshole. I shook my head at him before unlocking my door. “Unbelievable. You don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m not under your control. You don’t own me.” Turning away again, I stepped over the threshold. Disappointment coursed through me at the thought of what could have been. My favorite battery-operated boyfriend would be getting a workout tonight. And no matter what, I was not going to picture King’s face as I came.

“See you tomorrow, King.”

I shut the door in his face and leaned against the solid wood. Why did I let myself fall under his spell? That man didn’t care about me. He just wanted to keep me at his beck and call. Tomorrow, I would start my search for a new job outside of Virginia.

When I made that commitment to myself, I was committed to seeing things through. I started sending my resume to companies in southern Virginia, North Carolina, and Philadelphia. Eventually, something would break free. The thing was, I’m not sure I had the willingness to wait.

While I thought the next day would show a different side to King, nothing had changed. After our dinner and conversation in the car, I was positive his attitude would no longer be dialed up to one hundred. Boy, was I wrong.

Not only was he still a bully, but his demeanor was also even colder. Every word out of his mouth was clipped. No emotion. Was he angry that he’d shown me a softer side of himself? That he’d been so gentle with me? Whatever it was, he seemed pissed about it, and I was the person getting the brunt of his attitude.

Knowing the charity event was tomorrow night, I would be expected to put on a mask and smile for the masses as King and I tried to show a united front. But honestly, I was torn. And I was hurt. Stupid of me, I know.

King was not a soft or gentle man. He didn’t show his emotions. He was cutthroat about his business. It wasn’t that he wanted me for himself. He just didn’t want anyone else to have me.

Nothing could get in the way of his success, and if my attention was split between work and a relationship, one would suffer. Maybe King wasn’t willing to take the chance that my loyalty would be with my partner and not with him.

While King worked behind doors, I sat by my desk sipping tea. There was this sick feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t shake. I have loved this man for so long. It felt like a thousand years, yet he never gave me any sign that he wanted more. Then again, I was his employee. There was no way he would risk his company to pursue something with me.

Yet, I could no longer wait for my life to begin. I needed to leave now. Eventually, I would find a job, even if I had to move to do it. Now that I knew what I had to do, there was no time to wait. It had to happen this weekend. Okay, maybe after the charity event on Saturday.

Looking around, I knew I would miss this place so much, but I would miss King more.

Pulling up a blank document, I crafted a message that would change my life.

Chapter Six

King

I

fucked up.

Nyla was pissed at me. I could see the look of anticipation on her face as I walked right by her and into the office. Her expression would then turn to confusion. And shortly after that, anger.

Anger, I understood.

That was what I deserved.

Every day since I walked away from Nyla at her front door, I’ve kicked myself for not taking what she so freely offered. Bending her over and fucking her hard and fast was what I wanted. Needed. Craved.

She had been right there for the taking. I knew it. She knew it. There was no denying how much we wanted each other. But she had been out on a date with another man, and that pissed me off. Walking into the restaurant and seeing them together had fucked me up. In my head, I couldn’t stop picturing what would have happened if I hadn’t shown up. Would she have fucked him? Would that bitch-ass Charles have had his dick inside my woman?

Every time I thought about it, I would get angry all over again.

So, I chose to pull back.

It was better than doing what I wanted to do. Claim her thick, juicy ass in front of the entire office.

There were fewer meetings where Nyla was in the room with me. Those late evening calls to close out my day listening to her voice no longer happened. I never even gave her a chance to challenge my decisions. Emails were my main way of communicating with her now.

My hand rubbed my face in frustration. Sure, I could claim I was doing what was best for Nyla—not allowing her to see my frustration. But by doing it this way, I was also punishing myself.

Her eyes would follow me around the room, as if waiting for something from me. Anything to show that I wasn’t immune to her. Maybe she was looking for the man who sat in the car with her that night. It was the night I almost had the world in the palm of my hand.

Because, truthfully, she was my world.

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