Page 11 of My Billionaire Boss Crush

In no time, everyone disperses, with Blair racing out in a way that makes me grit my teeth, knowing how uncomfortable she must have been to rush out in that manner. When a throat clears, and I raise my head to find its source, I realize that David is still in the room with me.

He has a sly smile on his face as his eyes meet mine. “So, Graves… what’s the deal with your assistant, huh?”

His question causes me to stiffen up, my hands pausing from gathering the documents spread on the table before me. “Excuse me?” I raise a brow, pretty sure there’s actual fire glowing in my eyes right about now.

David looks slightly taken aback at the expression on my face, but he quickly masks his momentary discomfort. “Oh, relax, Alex. I just wanted to know if she’s available for a more private meeting with me, if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his brows at me.

I watch him with clear distaste before asking, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

David simply shrugs. “Lyra is just my baby mama, nothing more.”

“Yeah? And is your model girlfriend aware of this? Because I saw the interview, she had at an event just last week about how she’s in a serious relationship with the VP of Anderson Firm.”

David bristles and clenches his jaw. “Relax, Alex, you know how these things are. Just because I’m with Lyra doesn’t mean your assistant, and I can’t have a little fun on the side.” He smirks.

I feel my patience running thin, on the verge of snapping, as I take one step after another until I’m right in front of him. “Stay away from Miss Osbourne, David, or you and I are going to have a problem.” I easily tower over him, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head at his calculation of his odds of winning this battle with me.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes cloud with anger until, all of a sudden, there’s a knowing glint in his eyes. His smirk grows. “Oh, I see what is going on here,” he says. “You want her for yourself, don’t you, Graves? You were glaring at me during the whole meeting” He cocks his head to the side. “Isn’t she too young for you? Or that’s exactly the kind of stuff you like? Young women like her, quiet and reserved, are the wildest after all.”

My hands ball into fists, and I gather every strain of control I have left, reminding myself that punching the VP of the company I intend to work with for the next six months is a bad idea. “One more word out of you, David, and I’m going to make you regret ever stepping foot into this company.”

“It’s okay, Graves. We can totally share…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence before I send a punch flying straight into his face.

Chapter seven

A Night Out-Blair

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, taking in my reflection. Tonight is the night—an opportunity to let loose and embrace the vibrant energy of the city's pulsating nightlife. A smile dances across my lips as excitement and anticipation fill the air.

My friend, Jessica, convinced me to join her for a night out at the hottest club in town. She's always been the adventurous one, nudging me out of my comfort zone and pushing me to embrace new experiences. Tonight, I'm ready to heed her call and dive headfirst into the sea of possibilities that await, especially after how strenuous things have been at work the past few days.

No one knows what really happened between them, but right after the conference meeting we had with the Anderson firm ended, rumors had spread widely about Alexander punching David McCrae right in the face.

As cruel as it sounds, seeing David walk out of the company that day with fury on his bruised face and bloody nose left me feeling a tiny smidge of satisfaction. The smarmy executive had made passes at me all through the meeting, his sly eyes trailing my every movement, so much so that I grew uncomfortable by the second.

At a point, he had even reached a hand out to my thigh under the table. An action I quickly deflected by pretending my seat needed adjustment and moving my chair farther away from him. I had every intention of going over to Alexander’s office and reporting David’s unprofessional behavior until I heard the blow the former dealt him.

I’m pretty sure I went home with a broad smile on my face that day.

However, we all felt the strain of Alexander’s business deal hanging by a thread in the days that followed. Everyone at the office walked on eggshells around each other, and the top officials were particularly cranky and on edge.

Eventually, no one knows how or why Alexander showed us exactly why he is regarded as a cutthroat, successful billionaire when he announced that David McCrae had been fired from his job and we had gotten the Anderson deal.

I ended up telling Jessica about the whole drama at the office over one of our dinner dates, and she suggested loosening up and having some fun at a club for the night.

I reach for my favorite little black dress, the one that hugs my curves in all the right places. Slipping it on, I admire how it accentuates my figure, giving me an extra boost of confidence. Tonight, I want to exude a sense of elegance and playfulness, ready to conquer the dance floor and the night ahead.

As I slide into a pair of sleek heels, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror once again. My blonde hair cascades in loose waves around my shoulders, and my eyes shimmer with a touch of excitement. I apply a hint of lipstick, adding a touch of seduction to my look.

Satisfied with my appearance, I grab my purse, slipping in the essentials; a bit of cash, my phone, and a touch-up lipstick.

With a final glance in the mirror, I step out of my apartment and into the night. The city pulses with energy, vibrant lights casting a colorful haze over the bustling streets. I navigate the crowd, my anticipation growing with every step, as I duck into the Uber I ordered a few minutes ago.

I don’t want to risk taking my car tonight because I may end up getting too drunk to drive myself home. With Jessica, it’s always hard to predict how a night out is going to end.

The driver stops in front of a building secluded at the far end of the street. A bunch of people surround the entrance, some too impatient to follow the bouncer’s demand to remain in the queue.

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