Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
He risked everything without hesitation, putting his own life on the line and doing everything that his money could afford him to destroy those who had amassed their personal fortunes by preying on the weak and the oppressed.
Sasha, upon learning of his older brother's plans, had been on board to join him from the start, and after that, Dmitry had only needed a couple of months to complete Strakh Inc.'s inner circle.
While the other guys hadn't any problems with Dmitry taking on the mantle of leadership, the lot of them had also made a pact to never let their personal affairs affect the activities of Strakh Inc.
And so when the organization had a need to add another analyst to its payroll, and one of the prospective recruits turned out to be T.G. Baskerville...
Dmitry had allowed nature to take its course while privately hoping the girl would fail the comprehensive battery of tests meant to weed out the unsuitable and untrustworthy. But when test results came out, the girl's scores had been better than everyone else's across the board, and at that point, Dmitry's only recourse had been to hope that she wouldn't end up working directly under him...
But instead, once again, Fate decided to fuck things up.
Not only did the girl end up choosing his number, she had also turned out to be someone Dmitry found infinitely fuckable and damn near impossible to resist...despite all the reasons he had to despise her.
TAHEY was staring at him again. He had heard her on a video call with her friend once, and the other girl had called his secretary 'Tahey'. The name had stuck since then, not that she was ever meant to know.
As he worked on the next set of contracts Stelios had sent him, Dmitry could still feel his secretary's gaze darting on him every so often, and the knowledge was making it harder for him to concentrate. It was also making his pants uncomfortably tight, and if this fucking continued...
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Dmitry switched his hold on the papers to his left hand and then used his right hand to rub his erection, all the while imagining it was Tahey who was doing it.
God, he was sick, desiring the girl he despised.
But it was her fault, too, dammit.
Did she really think she was being subtle with the way she kept staring and licking her lips every so often?
In the four months Tahey had started working for him, Dmitry had hoped that his interest in her would eventually wane. He had hoped that his attraction to her would be a flash in the pan, and that he only found himself desiring her because she was something new and different.
Tahey was remarkably attractive, certainly, but being a billionaire, Dmitry had met countless women who were more sophisticated and whose countenances were so heavenly they could drive a man crazy with need.
And yet...
None of those women had ever made Dmitry feel the way she did. It was her face, always just her face, that he ended up seeing the moment he closed his eyes in the shower. Always her image that he found himself jacking off to like a fucking boy who had yet to have his first taste of pussy.
Everything about her fascinated him.
Every goddamn thing.
She always had her hair neatly pinned up in a chignon, and seeing it made him want to see her long blonde locks ripple down her naked back. So many moments he'd catch her doe eyes avidly studying him through granny-styled prescription glasses, and every damn time, it would make him want to yank her glasses off so he could fuck her mouth with his tongue. Or cock.
The fucking point was, he was obsessed with her when he wasn't supposed to be, and he had no fucking idea why.
Every second spent in her company was a struggle against the temptation to yank her close, and it only got worse with every day that passed. Just fucking worsened to the point that Dmitry could only curse himself out loud, every time his cock threatened to overrule his mind.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was what he ended up saying every time he caught Tahey doing something that had his mind going blank, and all he'd know was this sudden, desperate need to have even the smallest taste of her.
It could be something as simple as her lips absently curving in a smile when she was lost in her thoughts or seeing her doe eyes light up every time he walked into the office.
But in other days, it was a lot dirtier. Since only a glass partition separated his private office from her own workspace, there were a lot of times he was able to study her from the comfort of his desk, and fuck if he didn't often catch her in the most delectable positions.