Office Romance

Chapter Eleven

I walked over to the chair in front of his desk and placed his cup besides him. Crossing my legs, I blew on my steaming drink. "So how did it go with fucking your mom? Hope you did well?"

At once he looked up, a horrid expression on his face and his fists clenched. I bust out laughing, even managing to spill a few drinks of the scalding latte on my white shirt.

"It's not funny." He replied grumpily. I couldn't help but laugh. I placed the drink on his table and pulled out a small serviette. The silence around us settled and I watched his face change from amused to worried. He stared back at his computer screen.

"You look um, I wouldn't say more handsome because everyone knows I am most handsome but you look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

He sighed. "That's because I have been thinking a lot."

Without more words, he pushed a file to my front and I picked it up immediately. The first words I read made me snort out loud.

Competency :

Sex: Good at oral, anal, and vaginal coitus. A professional at bdsm. Master with the whip, known for different styles and methods.

"She is crazy if she thinks you are picking a whore from here." Another line caught my attention.

Thick in the right motherfucking places.

"Wait, do girls actually think we are more into their bodies than personalities?" I closed the file with disgust and placed it back on the table. He was still looking at the screen of his device.

"She does have a point. If I pick a girl from there, any girl than there is a high chance of my empire expanding. Besides she practically asked them for how they performed in bed. She wants someone that knows how to satisfy me."

I looked at him. "So, you are seriously thinking about choosing a girl from here?"

I couldn't believe it. I understood he was still healing from his long-term love but picking a girl from the bunch I had seen. The ones that looked like spoilt brats.

"It would be a loveless marriage." I couldn't help but blunt out. He sighed and looked out the window. I could see the worry on his face. There was no way in hell he was picking a girl from the file and there was no way he would go back to his ex. I would never allow for those two to happen.

"I have no choice." He said as his eyes settled back on the screen. I stood up and walked to the back shelf as if searching for something. I caught a glance at what he was looking at and walked back to my seat.

"You do have a choice and a better option. She is right here in the company." He sighed placing the cool cup in between his hands.

"Yeah right like as if she would play the part well."

This guy was as clueless as my ass. But still he stared at his screen and watched the so called she' as she scribed about in her seat sipping from her cup and talking to the one and only Noreen.

I questioned. "Have you tired asking her?" Unashamedly he ran his hands along the mask in his drawer. A huge grin split on my face. He closed the laptop and looked outside.

"Even if I did, do you think she would just agree to be in a relationship with me. Look at me." I did look at him.

"Is that a pimple I see on your face? My word Kyle you need yourself a woman, you are growing old."

He snorted and looked around. I got to my feet. "You could put her in some form of clutch. One you know you have control over." I suggested even though I knew it was wrong for me to have done so.