Zoey p. o. v
I came back to the office, only the once vibrant atmosphere has turn stiff with tension. Everyone was moving around like some programmed robot.
Like they were threading on tin ice.
That could only mean one thing, Marco is here.
I thought they must have been used to his presence over the years, but some things never change. Marco rarely dropped by, and today is one of those days.
I am thrilled anything he comes in, I feel relaxed with here.
Abel, press the elevator close.
“Ma’am, you seem happy.” He must have noticed how fast my mood has brightened. “Does that mean you’re satisfied with today’s meeting?” Abel asked.
“Even better.” I grinned.
“Huh?”
Abel opened the door for me and I entered, my husband is sitting on my seat behind the desk. He has this expressionless face, but being with him from childhood, I know he’s upset about something.
“Get out.” His voice was calm but deadly.
I look behind to find a shivering Abel who’s about to piss his pant. I almost forgot about him.
“You can leave.” I told him, he bolted out as if his pant is on fire.
They will be, if he had stayed a second longer. Now I see why the unbearable tension is in the air.
“Who is he?” He went straight to what brought him here, Abel.
“My assistant, did they forget to mention that to you?” I threw back at him.
Marco has always had his men watching over my movements, and report to him if there’s even a slight change. It’s his way of keeping me safe and putting his mind at rest.
I’ve never had an issue with that, neither am I having a problem now. I mean, having people to watch your back? That’s hell thrilling.
“Don’t fucking speak to me in that tone, woman.” He hissed, barely suppressing his temper. “I want him fired.”
“Mm.” I hummed, droppings my bag on the desk and placing my hand on my waist and the other leaning on the desk.
I love it when Marco gets all jealous, possessive and domineering. Call me crazy, but when you have a man crazily in love with you, you will understand my excitement for his possessiveness.
Maybe I’m sick, to find his unbearable personality to be sweet, then I am sick.
And my man isn’t just in love with me, he’s obsessed.
“I’m waiting.” He remains me of his request, his unreasonable request.
“And why should I? The guy is good at what he does.” I smirked.
“Zoey!” He warns, he pulls in a silent breath, getting impatient. Too bad I love pushing him to his limit, don’t I?
I made my way around the desk, expectantly, he sat back. Sliding away from the desk to give me more space on his lap.
But instead of sitting sideways, I threw one leg over him and I sat straddling him.
“Oh sweetheart, you don’t want to play this game.” He warned, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.
“What if I do?” I murmured. My hand seductively dropped from his shoulders stopping by his chest, lingering there for a moment before moving to his groin.
He let out a groan, sucking for air. Marco licked his lips. His hand moved adjusting the position of my hips to sit directly on his groin.
He nearly lost it.
“Holy shit! Baby.” He growled. “What’re you doing this to me?”
I shifted my ass around a bit against his hardness, it was throbbing and so eager to be let out. I repeated the action for a while.
“Why do you want me to dismiss Abel.” I taunted.
Not a wise move.
His eyebrows immediately shoots up.
“Fucking hell, we are in this position, and you’re calling another man’s name?” He snarled, clearly pissed.
Well-done Zoey.
“Why should I fire him.” I repeat firmly, only not saying his name.
“You’re straddling my lap, grinding your ass against my dick….” I stoop up immediately, shocking him. I didn’t even allow him to finish his words, aware of where he’s heading.
“Now, I’m not straddling you.” His eyes darkened.
“Are you eager to get him killed?” His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.
“For fuck sake, I didn’t fucking want any man staring at you up close and getting any funny ideas. I can fucking kill any man that stares at you more than five seconds.”Marco angrily stood up, the chair falling behind him. “They are only allowed to stare from afar, now can you dismiss him?”
“My answer is still no.” I stated firmly.
He stalks over to me with his intense gaze holding mine. I’m unprepared when he grabs and yanks me into his hard chest.
“Oh.” A surprise gasp escapes me at the sensation of his erection hitting me. I can’t tell what feels better, the familiar heat of his cock or his fingers skimming up my bare legs.
“Let me clarify it, either you fire him willingly or I fuck it out of you.” Holy shit.
He isn’t playing around anymore.
“I’d like you to fuck it out of me, if you can.” I challenged, my pulse racing in my throat.