<From the bottom of my heart, I don't give a fuck>

|Jadesola|

BANG! THE office doors behind me shut close as I strode to the lobby, my heart thudding. A certain feeling of exhilaration flooded through my very being with each step I took.

C'est magnifique, Jade. Bravo!

My brows pinched into a frown, I hunkered down on the office chair as I strived to control my racing pulse. I was not bothered. I totally wasn't!

But my trembling fingers, their tips white now that all my fury had evaporated, belied the fact. I was disturbed, a notch scared even. It was not everyday one saw a personal assistant pour a glass of wine over her boss's head. Even if the said boss in question deserved it and more.

A hiss streamed out of my lips, the fiery embers of my heart inflamed as I recalled all that jerk had done.

First, how dare he decide he could rouse me up early in the morning and drag me to a whole other country altogether? Second, order me to carry a ton full of luggage and threaten me as well during the process? Then, the one which had loosened the string barely containing my anger, clean up the mess someone else made? As his what? His slave?!

Damn him! If he thought I would keep quiet and take it all, stomaching down every stupid rule of his, then he was obviously deranged. Mad. Lunatics like him were not meant to roam around, rather they were to be caged in a psychiatric hospital, the key thrown away and hidden forever.

Retrieving my phone out of my purse, I decided to inform Chloe, give her the heads-up that I would soon be back to the trenches. I sure as hell had made my bed, I might as well lie in it and prepare for the storm that would follow.

Within minutes, the storm came in the form of a tall, gorgeous man in all his infuriated glory, his eyes glinting with a deadly intensity as he glared at me.

Here we go again, I rolled my eyes inwardly.

"Jadesola?!" My name came out in a roar as he stalked to where I sat, frame trembling in rage.

I replied in a wry voice," Not miss anymore, hmm?"

"You!" He pointed a finger at me, his jaw ticking. A step more and he would be directly within my line of sight.

"Me!" I gasped in mock surprise. Once he came fully in view, I blew my cheeks out—a frantic bid to quell the mirth that threatened to well out of me at the amusing of him.

Needless to note, he appeared bedraggled. The wine had stained his immaculate white shirt a dirty brown, his hair tangled up in its sticky juices and streaks of dried liquid criss crossed his striking face. A face that was marred in a dangerous look as he glowered at me, brows merged together in a frown.

There was no helping it. I just couldn't contain the mirth in so I laughed out loud, clutching my mid-rib as I did so.

A snarl contorted his face, tone wintry. Cold. "It's not funny. Do you know what you just cost me? A million dollar contract. Fuck!"

My response was to shrug my shoulders in a nonchalant manner as I crossed my legs and resumed texting Chloe.

That must have piqued the anger festering in him because the next thing I knew, he was dragging me off to God knows where. Thank goodness, I had managed to snag my purse away with me.

"Leave me the fuck alone." I struggled, seeking to shrug his hands off me, but the damn dude wouldn't budge. He held on tight, the rough skin of his palms, clamping even further onto my wrist.

When we'd reached our destination- the restroom, he spun me around, trapping me between his arms and the ceramic wall. An inch more and I would be flush tight against his chest, his wine-stained clothe smudging mine as well.

"This is physical harassment sir!" I raised my voice higher, a threatening undertone pitched in it.

"And what you did wasn't harassment, no?" His, held an equally menacing tone.

That shut me up—he had a valid point— but not for long. Lips pressed in a thin line, I kicked my heels in his direction, aiming to hit him where the sun didn't shine but the prick dodged it. Fuck him.

"What is wrong with you?" Kian's fingers bit into my shoulders, unyielding. If he bruises my skin, wallahi, we would be locked in this position, only that I'd be the one caging him and our location situated in the law court!

"You. You're wrong with me and get off me, mister," I retorted, still struggling. Ducking my head, I sought to make my escape by fleeing underneath his massive arms that cinched tightly to me but he was quick to hold me fast in his clutch. Shit.

"Me?" His tone was calm now, the anger in his voice faded, almost as if we were having a friendly banter. Except that I knew better.

"Yes you. I'm your personal assistant. Not your fucking maid or slave," I spat, narrowing my eyes. Not only was I annoyed, I had also resigned myself to the fact that I wasn't escaping anytime soon. The aggravating man possessed a tight grip.

Kian cocked a mocking brow. Taunting me. "What does personal mean to you then?" As he said this, he curved his arm around my waist, the tip of his palm resting on the dip of my back. Holy hell.

Suddenly the very air shifted, a sizzling intensity filling the room and for some weird reason, I found myself transfixed by the movement of his lips, noting how moist and sultry they appeared as he continued speaking in a soft tone, "Miss Jadesola, as my personal assistant, you are meant to serve me, obey my every command. After all, you're indebted to—

Drawn to his moving lips, I took no heed of what else the man said, rather my eyes roamed across his stunning albeit wine-stained facial features, taking in his slanted brows, electric blue eyes, high cheekbones and that wicked delicious mouth of his, a naughty entity in me aching to something debauched- kiss the hell outta him.

My silence must have spoken volumes because he ceased admonishing me, a lewd glimmer replacing the displeasure in his eyes.

"Tell me," he urged, soft murmur wrapping a silk cloth around my mind, muffling the train of my sensible thoughts.

How I found the willpower to react was unknown but I did, willing the muscles of my lower jaw and lips to form a sentence, "Tell you what?"

He advanced close, so fucking close that the bridge of our noses met. Then he breathed out, minty breath mingling with mine, "What personal means Miss Jadesola. What's your definition of personal?"

"I don't kn–" The words left my parted lips only to be cut off once he began sucking on the skin of my neck, bit by bit, tiny nibbles leaving me wanting. I shut my eyes, a tingle running down my spine as an ache in my core started to throb, the pressure building with every nip. Every bite.

Just as abrupt as he'd started, he paused, his face now in line with mine. I pried open my eyes, uncurling my fists, hating myself for giving him such a privilege. Where was my spunk? My spine? Damn you Jade, damn you. Fluttering my lashes, I peered at him with wide eyes, pulse still racing.

The lights above bestowed on him an unforgiving aura. It made him seem harsh, a hard, predator look manning his countenance as a smirk curled those full lips that had touched my skin. Made me go crazy with desire.

As surprising as this might seem, this was the first time I let someone take such liberties with me. No one, not even my male modeling counterparts had gotten so close to feeling my body as Kian was doing right now.

"It excites you doesn't it? Having me touch you like this. You claim you're so unbothered, yet-"

Kian trailed a finger down, the rough pad of his fingertip teasing my collar bone. He drew lazy circles, his hot breath wrecking my nerve ends in a pleasurable agony, as a tanned finger inched to my cleavage. "-You're not. You want me, try as you might want to hide it.'

With every stroke he drew, I tensed and tightened my legs, my insides screaming for relief. Dang it, I moaned, itching for more. But he took his damn time. It was as if he knew the hunger he'd wrecked on me. And he knew alright, the curl of his lips growing wide attested to the fact. Baba was gloating in triumph because he had me bewitched.

His chest brushed mine, my nipples pricking in response as my pulse hiked up. What was this? Why was I consenting to this? Try as I might to warn my traitorous body, my damn heart wasn't listening.

I was held spellbound, so enthralled by the seducing motion of his fingers as they moved from my chest to my face, that I wasn't aware of his muted tone changing, reverting to a commanding pitch.

"And If you want more, which I'll gladly be willing to offer, then all you need to do is go back in that room and apologize. Tell them you're sorry, that it was an accident, then," His voice became pure acid, "You'll pour a glass of wine over yourself and we're even."

No, I shook my head no. I was still in a faraway place, stuck in the la la land he'd transported me to.

"No?" he hummed, tracing a path along my lips.

No, I shook my head again.

"Then Pepper Dem goes down,' he deadpanned, an impassive look on his face as he tilted his head, closing in on me.

Those two words, Pepper Dem snapped me out of my reverie, like a cold bucket of water splashed over my body and I began pushing against his chest. Of course he would always use that sentence against me. Every fucking time! Damn him! "Alright, I hear you. Now get off or I'll fucking scream rape right now!"

He let go of me slowly, as if reluctant to release me from his arms. "This never happened."

Of course it didn't, I admonished my careless body. I hadn't wished that I yearned for him to caress my breast and suck my nipples. Neither had I craved for his lips on mine. I hadn't, I convinced myself. I so hadn't.

Taking a step back, my body crying at the loss of his warmth and soft touch on my skin, I wished I could spin daggers out of my eyes and smack into his smug face. Anumanu.

If he thought that this was an experience likely to occur next time, he was dead wrong. So I uttered in a bored tone, eyes and voice as cold as a witch's tit, "Your touch makes my skin crawl and my blood boil. What you did here, touching me, it shouldn't happen next time or the Fields Industries is the next place going down."

A thin smile graced my face, my facial muscles displaying my sheer contempt for him even as my mind-that part of me that still screamed for his touch, yelled liar!

I circled around to avoid his piercing gaze, a gaze that reeked of satisfaction. The bastard was smirking to the highest heavens and if there was a way I could turn back the hands of time, I would.

"And let me correct you on something. If you think that me sleeping with you will make me do your bidding because I happened to have a taste of your 1-inch dick, then, master, I beg to differ."

Infusing a tinge of mockery in my tone, I was about to disappear from his sight and do his loathsome bidding when a hand dragged me back. Arching my front profile towards him, I looked him straight in the eye, ensuring that the disgust I felt was plain on my face.

"No mistakes this time, Miss Jadesola. If you fail me, Pepper Dem fails as well." His glinting blue eyes, set in a stony expression, held mine captive. They glowed azure, a thin spark of fire shining in their depth.

I offered him a tight-lipped smile and tugged my hand out of his grasp. "No mistakes, master. I won't fail you."

Except that, I hid a shrewd smile, my shoulders hunched up in defiance as I made my way out of the room, I was a glutton for punishment.

A/N: Hey guys, what's up? So another chapter is up! Read and let me know what ya think! Do you think Kian took advantage of Jadesola?

My answer: Not really. I think. Lmao.

Love,
Nita!❤️