HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 27

CHAPTER 0027

Alaric’s POV

Meadow was going to drive me completely insane.

It’d been nearly a week since she signed the contract, and things around the house were relatively normal.

Well, except for the fact that I had a woman as beautiful and sexy as she was living under my roof. I was barely at home because I had a lot of work to catch up on, but when I was around, it was impossible for me to take my eyes off her.

She walked around in shorts that made her ass look like it was sculpted for sin. She was a little temptress, and it was obvious she had no idea how much she affected me.

Or maybe she knew what she was fucking doing and was trying to get me to touch her. I hadn’t since that night I tasted her and made her come so hard with my tongue.

That image was ingrained in my damn memory. And her taste?

Incredible. Fucking exquisite.

Meadow was either going to be my redemption or my destruction.

But a good distraction from Meadow was being at the office. Not just for work, but to watch Tyler Cross slowly lose his mind and squirm in my presence.

And for good reason.

His girlfriend was missing.

When Trip had knocked him out, he probably hadn’t woken up until the next morning because of how fucking stoned he was. And waking up to find out that his girl was out of reach and had gone missing had fucked with his head.

Add to that the fact that the police came knocking at his door a few days ago because an anonymous person had filed a missing person’s report–and we’ve got ourselves a sleep–deprived, and therefore, inefficient and incompetent employee.

Also, I was the anonymous person.

A knock sounded on the door and I knew it was him before he even pushed open the door and stuck his head in.

“Sir, would you still like me to schedule the 11:30 meeting with Delcoix or push it to tomorrow? He hasn’t gotten back to me yet.”

I took my time in answering, not glancing up at him. “I thought I asked you to set up a meeting for 9am.” The lie was as smooth as butter on my tongue.

“S–sir, you-”

“Come here, Tyler,” I ordered. “Shut the door behind you.”

He didn’t waste any time in doing what I asked, and when he stood in front of my desk, I looked away from my laptop, leaning back in my seat.

It took everything inside me not to whip out my phone, take a picture of this bastard’s face and send it to Meadow just for laughs.

Tyler Cross looked a mess. One eye was swollen, the skin nearly purple, and he had a few cuts on his lip and jaw from when Trip gave him just an ounce of what he deserved.

To be honest, I wasn’t even expecting him to show up to work the next day, but I supposed he wouldn’t want to miss his first day working as my assistant. He wouldn’t want to test me.

I didn’t bother to ask him what happened to his face. I wasn’t in for fucking theatrics.

I ran my thumb along my jaw. “What do I hate the most, Cross?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “S–sir?”

My gaze sharpened. “I dare you to make me repeat myself.”

The panic that flared in his eyes was the most satisfying thing I’d seen today. It fueled me.

He bowed his head slightly. “You hate incompetence, sir.”

“Exactly,” I said, keeping my tone calm and controlled. “Now, come closer.”

He stepped forward, cautious, like he thought I might hit him. I didn’t need to. Not yet, at least. Not when I could humiliate him with far less effort.

Reaching for my laptop, I swiveled it so the screen was facing him: “Look.”

Tyler’s head leaned forward slightly, his eyes dropping to the display, and I felt this strong urge to slam his face hard against the table.

Control was underrated.

That wasn’t a lie, at all. And even though I wasn’t planning on firing him–not by a long shot–threatening him with the idea didn’t hurt.

The pay for this position was too good for him to want to pass up or lose his job.

Tyler looked up quickly, alarmed. “Sir, I never tried to-”

I raised a brow.

He shut up.

I gave him slow once–over. “Your face still hurts?“.

He stiffened, took one look at my face, and nodded once. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” I murmured. “That means you’re still feeling something. Keep it that way.”

He swallowed, and I stepped back.

“Now get the hell out of my office.”

Tyler didn’t waste a second. He turned and left, face pale, posture stiff.

And as the door clicked shut, I exhaled slowly and turned back to my desk. The electricity buzzing in my veins didn’t go away. If anything, it spread.

My hands twitched, craving to touch something. I placed them on the desk–nothing.

Not that I expected a different result.

Right now, the only person who could take this ache and longing away was wearing my ring and walking around my house in shorts that made it impossible for me to think straight.

I let out a sharp breath.

Maybe it was time to take things to the next level with my doe.