sex-me boss.

The next day was finally the day of the fashion show and Damon wasn’t too keen, but since he’d made a promise to his friend, he had to go. At this kind of event, physical presentation was what mattered most, and he needed to be the unit of measure, so he made sure to put on a remarkable outfit. He didn’t feel much like driving, as he often lost touch with reality while thinking about Olivia. He decided to call his chauffeur, whom he paid every month but who did him a favor at most twice every three months. Waiting for the chauffeur to arrive, he poured himself a glass of Bourbon, which he drank to quench his thirst. He was already bored even though he wasn’t there yet. He imagined what it would be like when he got there.

-Good evening sir.

-I want you to take me to James. Platza.

-Yes, sir.

He got into his car and the driver drove off. Everything was so empty inside him that he had only one goal: to fuck the first one who came to him to calm himself and his desire to see this girl again. When they arrived in front of James’s company, he waited in the car, because from the looks of things, it hadn’t started yet, and he wasn’t in the mood to let groupies jump all over him. Minutes later, he received a call from James asking where he was and that he needed his help with some final touches. He had no choice, so he got out of his car and the flashbulbs started flashing, reporters who were sure to comment on the price of his clothes, saying that this amount of money could feed an entire population for at least two years. He crossed the hall and James met him.

-You’re not going to tell me you’ve become superman.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

-or maybe because I’ve been here for half an hour and you couldn’t keep to the time you gave me.

-oh shit don’t tell me you’re nervous Damon because the show hasn’t even started yet. What? Is your dick sore or something?

-You’re a very good guesser and if you’re not careful, I think I’ll go down on one of your models first and…

He hadn’t finished his sentence when a girl advanced towards them. She was quite natural at first, but when she laid eyes on Damon, she changed her tune and wanted to play the seduction game by swinging her hip well, which made Damon smile inside, because it wasn’t this hip game he was interested in but a deep ass capable of accommodating his cock in all its length.

-James, we’re waiting for you in the locker room and good evening sir,” she said in a sensual voice to Damon.

James pursed his lips because he’d understood exactly what Betty wanted, and he knew Damon was just waiting for her. He saw this girl as a little sister and he didn’t want her to become a ball vacuum for Damon at all.

-You’re very sexy and I imagine you’ll be sexy on stage.

Betty gave him a seductive smile that had no effect on Damon. He didn’t want to go through with what he was planning, but he was sure that if this girl continued to want to heat him up, he was going to give her what she wanted, some brutal fucking that would prevent her from even walking for a long time.

-Betty you can go back, I’ll finish my conversation with him and come.

She didn’t want to at all, expecting James to make the introductions, but not wanting to make a bad impression in front of the sponsor, she left. Damon bit his lip and when the girl had disappeared completely, he looked at James with a smile.

-Damon, please, you can’t do this to me.

-You see your real problem James, every time you think it’s always me but you’ve totally seen that girl hitting on me so do you really think it’s easy for me to say no to nearly a hundred groupies in one evening? the one you should be talking to is her but not mentioning that I’m a man who doesn’t get attached.

-Damon I know all that but she’s young and I know she thinks everything’s perfect and that all men are great like me.

-If you’re a man who doesn’t get his employees into bed, then I think you should take her somewhere else so she can understand that not all bosses have a good heart. I told you, she shows up, she heats me up and I take her on a wall.

James huffed and walked away. Damon definitely didn’t want to understand anything, and that Betty kid was obsessed with billionaires, and worst of all, she trusted him completely and Damon was her friend. By the time he reached the locker room, all the girls were ready.

-Betty, I need to talk to you for a moment.

A big smile played on her lips as she thought he was going to tell her he’d talked to the other billionaire for her.

-I clearly saw your game earlier and so did the sponsor. You’re young Betty and this life isn’t for you. I know him better than anyone and believe me, if he ever stands in your way, you’re going to regret it bitterly my dear, it would be better to avoid him if you don’t want to suffer.

-I don’t want to love him, I just want to be on the arm of a rich man. Even if it’s not him, it could be someone else, and I want one before this evening is over, James, please.

He left her and went over to the girls, readjusted whatever needed touching up and then it was time for the long-awaited moment.