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Samantha
“Nat,” I called out as I stepped off of the elevator. She turned and smiled at me. Every man in the vicinity
stared at her.
I smirked. She was extremely gorgeous. Her long blonde hair was slicked back. She had on a fitted blue sweater dress with white leggings and white snow boots with gray and white faux fur on the top. She had no makeup on. Her skin was flawless and she glowed.
“Hello, short cake.”
I rolled my eyes. She’s been calling me that since I moved in with them when I was seventeen.
Hey, string bean.”
She threw back her head and laughed. I looked around and the men that were staring smiled.
“Everywhere you go, men fall in love with you,” I said. Not an ounce of jealousy in my tone just telling the
truth.
“I can’t help that. I was blessed with good looks, just like you were.”
“Men don’t fall in love with me.”
“You have to be kidding me. Sammy, look around you. Men follow you with their gaze. Don’t think I haven’t
noticed.”
“They’re looking at you, not me.”
“Honey, I hate to tell you this, but they are looking at both of us. Your auburn hair is a beacon. Men love
redheads.”
“I am not a redhead, it’s auburn, like you said.”
She scoffed, “It’s a form of reddish–brown babe. Get with the program. You’re a man’s wet dream. You’re tiny, you have red hair, you have a stunning body with a gorgeous rack and an a*s that is drool worthy. You look like you need to be protected and men love that sh*t.”
“Little do they know, I could probably kick their a*ses.”
“Exactly, but they can dream,” she said, chuckling.
“I have missed you. How long are you home?”
“Just a couple of days. Mom and dad took a vacation to Colorado to see your parents. I told them I wanted to see you since it’s been forever.”
“I appreciate it. Sorry about last night. Dashawn is intense,” I said as we made our way out of the building and walked over to the café where I decided we would have lunch.
¡ “Speaking of the biker hottie, tell me when, where and how?”
“Well, remember five years ago I told you I went to an MC with a friend. I met him there. He’s part of the Lords of Chaos MC. He’s their treasurer. Anyway, we hit it off then, like there was this instant connection,
ut before we could see where it went, a f*ck buddy, who thought she was more, disrupted us. I got in a fight
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with her and left.”
“I remember.”
“Well, when I applied for the Personal Assistant job for the CEO at Star Media, apparently he was the CEO.
The biker I met five years ago is a billionaire CEO.”
“Holy f*cking sh*t. And he’s obsessed with you!”
“Um, he’s more than obsessed. He’s insane, Nat. He wants to impregnate me to keep me tied to him. He
said I am his woman and I needed to get with the program. It’s freaking me out. First, I’ve never felt this way
about someone, but I’ve never had someone feel this way about me either!”
“Feel what way Sammy?”
“Possessive, obsessive, lustful, love? Nat, I think I love him, but we just met. It’s insane.”
Hey. I’ve known people that have been together for years and have gotten divorced three months after they
married. Then there’s me and Roger. We met, fell in love and got engaged in two months. We plan to get
married in four months in Paris. So, as my maid of honor, you’ll need to put in some time off.”
I squealed. “Yes, of course!” I grabbed her and hugged her.
I asked for a secluded spot so we could talk in privacy. We sat way in the back of the café.
“So, you don’t think it’s too soon for me to have these feelings?”
“Look, I knew I was in love with Roger on our first date. He did everything right. The waitress tried everything she could to get his attention and he only had eyes for me. He was oblivious of her. He was so attentive, he listened to everything I had to say, and he asked questions to get to know me. He confessed he had been watching my career and every time he heard I was going to walk on a runway, he made sure to get booked the same gig, or if he couldn’t, he was there in the crowd. He said he basically stalked me. You would have thought I would have been weirded out by that, but it just made me smitten. He makes me laugh, he is so funny. Not to mention his easy–on–the f*cking eyes. The man is insanely good–looking.”
“You’re not wrong there.”
“Right! But seriously, I fell hard and fast. By our third date, I wanted him to ask me to marry him. I tried to play it cool, but I was miserable at it. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Any woman that tried to sidle up to him, I made sure they knew he was off limits. He thinks it’s hot how territorial I get over him. But he’s the
same way.”
“So, this Dean, you brought him home for me?” I asked, giggling.
“We did. He saw your picture on my phone, and he wanted to meet you. I even caught him sending your picture to his phone.”
“Then, I am guessing last night was a real bummer for him.”
“You would have thought we shot his puppy. He got really drunk and stared at your picture. He said life
wasn’t fair to him.”
I scoffed. “Has he looked in the mirror? He’s just as good–looking as Roger.”
“He is, but he is unlucky in love. His last girlfriend used him as clout. She was always brandishing his name to get into the best restaurants and clubs. She would embarrass him by the way she acted. He finally called
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it quits when a female model friend of his asked him to dog sit for her, and his girlfriend thought the girl was trying to steal him away from her. She pushed the girl down the stairs at his apartment and she broke her leg. It lost her the modeling gig she was trying to find a dog sitter for.”
“Wow.”
“Right! Anyway, he broke it off with her. She became stalker obsessed. He had to get a restraining order. We
haven’t seen her in a month.”
“Holy sh*t that’s insane. Poor guy.”
“Yeah, so when we saw he was interested in you, we brought him home. But don’t worry about him, he’ll be
fine. So tell me more about Mr. Biker CEO.”
“He’s everything you described Roger as. Literally, possessive, attentive, complimentary. He makes me feel
beautiful and cherished.”
“You are beautiful, and if he’s like that now, I say follow your heart. Don’t worry about what people might say
about it being too soon. Some people fall in love fast. Go for it!”
“That’s what his mom said. She said that the men of the MC fall hard and fast and when they want something they go after it and people had better not get in their way.”
“Are they criminals?”
“No. From what I gather they used to be, but the old president of the MC wanted to turn the club legit for the safety of the women and children. But the president they have now is somewhat of an a*shole. But he’s Dashawn’s best friend, and I love the president’s mom. She’s seriously bada’s and so is his cousin. You would love Narissa. She’s so cool. She takes no sh*t from no one. And her man, whoo wee. Hair like mine, really short though. His beard is long and full. He is massive and tall as f*ck, and looks at her like she is the light of his life. She is part of the MC, but I don’t know in what capacity. She can’t be a member because she’s a girl. Something about the rules of their particular MC.”
“She sounds awesome.”
We ate and talked some more. We looked over and talked about wedding themes and what she was looking for. I told her I’d handle everything with Aunt Clara. After lunch, we said our goodbyes and I made my way
back over to the building.
I was waiting for the elevator when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and there was Mike.
“Hi, Mike.”
“Hey gorgeous. I really hated not being able to go out for lunch.”
“Yeah, sorry. I had something come up.”
“I saw you at the café with a really pretty woman.”
“That was my cousin. She asked me to be her maid of honor.”
The elevator doors opened and we stepped in.
“That’s cool. She looked familiar.”
“That’s because she’s Natalie, as in Natalie the supermodel. She goes by one name.”
Holy sh*t, Natalie is your cousin! Wow, that’s awesome. God, her picture was plastered all over my brother’s
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room when we were growing up. I’ve wanked…” he stopped and blushed. At that moment, the doors opened
and there was Dashawn standing with his lawyer.
The icy glare he sent Mike has him blushing even deeper.
“Talk to you later Sam,” he said as he rushed out of the elevator.
Dashawn reached in and grabbed my hand, pulling me out.
“Have a nice day, Scott. Get those papers over to me asap, so I can sign them.”
“Yes, Mr. Krew,” Scott said as he stared at me. My eyebrows furrowed. That was weird.
Dashawn dragged me to his office. I had to run to keep up, his long stride eating up the distance.
He slammed his office door and pinned me to it.
“Why were you in the elevator with Mike?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice.
“When I came back from lunch, he walked up and tapped me on the shoulder. We got in the elevator together
when it opened.”
“Okay, then why was he blushing when the doors opened? What were you talking about? Was he flirting with you? Did you say something to him that he found erotic?”
“What?” I shouted. “No, we were talking about my cousin, and he made a comment that her pictures were up on his brother’s bedroom walls and I think he was about to tell me he wanked off to them, but he stopped and
that’s why he blushed.”
“I don’t like you being alone with him,” he growled.
“I couldn’t exactly tell him to take the next ride up. For what reason, we were going to the same floor.”
“You are mine, Samantha. No man gets close to you. He wants you and I don’t like it.”
“Dashawn, I know I am yours. I wouldn’t allow anyone to touch me, that isn’t you.”
His tense shoulders relaxed at that. He brought his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t stand the thought of you being close to another man,” he mumbled.
“You have to trust me, Dashawn.”
“I do Sweet Girl. I really do. It’s others I don’t trust.”
He leaned in and kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me and scrunched up my skirt, so I could wrap my legs around his waist. His hard c*ck ground into me.
He slid his right hand, which was under my a*s cheek, forward so he could snake his fingers into my panties.
I gasped at his touch.
“So silky and wet for me, baby.”
He caressed my lower lips and then slipped a finger into my wet folds and straight into my core. I moaned as he finger f*cked me. He watched my face as he added another finger.
“You’re so beautiful. Your face flushed with pleasure, your eyes glazed with lust. Do you want to c*m, my
baby?”
Please Dashawn, make me c*m,” I begged.
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He growled low in his throat and slammed his lips to mine as he did just that. He swallowed my scream as I creamed all over his fingers. When I came down from my high, he pulled his fingers out of me and I watched
as he sucked my juices into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned.
“So f*cking tasty,” he whispered.
He slowly released me from his hold. My body was dragged along his body. I could feel his hardness through his slacks. I went to drop to my knees and he stopped me.
“No, this is my punishment for being a neanderthal.”
“I like it when you are possessive. You make me feel wanted.”
“Oh Sweet Girl, you are wanted, desperately. Now go. I have a meeting.” He kissed me one more time.
As I shut the door to his office, Sandra looked up at me and smirked.
“What?” I asked.
“You guys know his office isn’t soundproof, right?”
I just knew my face bloomed, and she giggled.
“It’s good Dashawn has found someone. I like you. I think you two will be great for each other.”
“Thank you, Sandra, I appreciate that.”
I sat at my desk and I looked around. I saw some of the people looking at me. No one made a face, or sneered at me. They just looked at me and then went back to work. I thought I would care, that I would feel embarrassed about people knowing I was with the boss, but I wasn’t. I wanted them to know. I was his and I liked it. He was mine and they needed to know it.
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