Chapter 2

Asher’s POV

My brows creased as I flung the newspaper into the nearest garbage dump once my chauffeur opened the doors of my limousine parked right in front of my sky scrapper popularly known as Musk Petroleum Empire, a company that rivals with only the best of the best most successful company in the whole of the United States of America. Don’t ask me how I ranked the highest on the Forbes list for seven consecutive years, it is a long story that I would be divulging bit by bit based on my tight schedule.

Those bloody stupid media houses seemed like they were deriving joy in my doom. Of all things that mattered to me, the reputation of my company in society is a string I hold dear to my heart. I have worked my ass off for years by single-handedly building and leading my ancestors’ company to greater heights. Musk Petroleum Empire and all it took was just a scandal to lead it straight to the ground and I will not be having that.

“Good morning Mr. Musk.” My employees chorused in unison while I scoffed without sparing them a glance.

“What is good about this morning?” I fired back at them and their eyes immediately fell to the ground.

“Have you seen the tabloid? It is horrible.” I yelled at the lot of them while they scampered from my sight.

“The first paragraph reads, the Musk Petroleum Empire also known as MPE could be said to be under incapable hands of the youngest successor that hails from the high-profiled celebrity family after a mighty explosion rocked the shores of NYC, reducing twelve workers into ashes and three badly wounded who are currently under the ICU treatment at New York Presbyterian Hospital.” My brunette secretary folded her hands to her chest and stood inches from me. Her scent wafted into my nostrils and I could feel myself slowly feeling at ease.

As a young and eligible wealthy bachelor, I have been with quite a number of women that ranges from model-looking women in all forms and shapes that I have lost my count. I’m no whore but I find it so hard to be committed to one person majorly because as an alpha, I have a mate meant somewhere waiting to be discovered someday. But pending the time I find the flesh of my flesh, I am a man with an insatiable need due to my high libido and I bask in the joy knowing that no matter whatever trap mundane women set for me in order to get a shortcut to my wealth by setting me up with pregnancy tales, it is impossible and a mere myth to get a human pregnant simply because they wouldn’t survive it. The werewolf fetus feeds on the blood of the host mother and will eventually drain her till death.

I shook my head. “Now they are questioning my skills due to an accident that occurred?!”

“It is preposterous I know.” She bit her lips. “That is why I took the liberty to invite a writer from the same print publishing house so you can steer the narrative.”

“What can I do without you!” I let out a relieved sigh.

“Nothing.” She smirked. “However, before you go for that interview that should be starting in less than an hour.” She eyed her Prada wristwatch.

“Yes?” I cocked a brow at my highly efficient brunette secretary.

“I suggest you find a way to tame those emotions, first impression matters and you have to appear like you have got it all under control.” Her heels clicked as she took a step forward and another till there was no space left.

“What do you have in mind, Clarissa?” I tucked a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear and sniffled her cologne.

“How about we play a little hide and seek? Go to your office and let me come find you.” A naughty smile appeared on her face and she winked at me before strutting off. Her backside looked fuller and rounder and then I had this sudden itch to run my hands on them and smack them playfully.

A smile coursed through my face as I admired her while taking several steps backward. My head was filled with naughty little ideas of what she could do to ease my tension when I bumped into something jelly-like.

“Oh my God! Can’t you employees read the room and stop getting on my nerves?!” I turned to face a black-haired plus-sized lady. She had electric dark orbs that were highlighted with bold cat eyeliner. She was gorgeous as hell with an oval adorable-looking face but it was still no excuse for her to play dumb and blind.

“I’m sorry if I wrinkled your perfect little tuxedo but maybe you should study people’s emotions before polluting the building with your lungs.” She hissed and walked off.

“Hey you fat little lady!” I pointed a finger at her. “You are fired” my jaws twitched with anger.

“I’m fat but I identify as slim because I’m translender so with all due respect Mr. Arrogant Ass.” Her lips puckered into a smile before giving me the middle finger.

I gasped incredulously but before I could say anything more, she had disappeared from my sight. No one dared talk back at me. I’m the ultimate boss and yet a fat goodie miss too shoes defiled me?

I scoffed, it is about time I exercised my sovereignty and I will start by firing some disrespectful bastards even though they have such pretty cute faces and glowing skin and then I made it a life ambition to ruin her till she begged for mercy.

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I twirled in my office chair, turning left and right while slowly rehearsing my answers to possible questions the indomitable writer could ask. She was the Samaritan sent my way and it is a must I make her comfortable with me.

It is my one chance to fix things and I would be damned to fuck things up. I picked up my phone and switched on my front camera to stare at my reflection. My brown eyes were dull from worry and stress, my hair still looked good because I recently had a haircut in Italy when I went to check up on my family business over there. It is an extension of what we do in America but this time around, it is a little more codded.

I’m clad in a white shirt and smartly tailored navy blue suit with matching white ties. My black shoes were polished till people’s reflections shone on them.

I smiled when my eyes fell on the familiar pair of white stilettoes I spotted on Clarissa’s legs this morning and I eyed her from down to the top, admiring her black fitted body con gown that hugged her curves delicately.

“Are you just going to stand?” I rubbed my hands and instantly tossed my phone aside. “We don’t have all day.”

“Always so impatient, you are such a buzz kill.” She fired with a smile that revealed her white pairs of teeth before making her way toward me. I couldn’t help but notice she had her hair restyled, this time around in a tight and high ponytail and it swung side by side as she advanced toward me.

“That is why you are here to complete me. You are patient and highly efficient and out of everything I inherited from father, you are by far the most useful tool.”

“Shh!” Her slender index finger was placed on my lips. “Enough with the chit-chat and let’s get into business.” She slowly slid down till she was on her knees while maintaining eye contact, she then proceeded to unbuckle my belt.

“Ah!” I gasped when her tongue touched the center of my sensitive bad boy. She then proceeded to stroke it gently at first.

“How do you feel?!” Her voice was soft.

“I feel myself loosing up. All my anger is evaporating.” I moaned out loud.

“Alright, let take this a notch higher.” She placed her mouth right back on my dick while stroking me faster. Electricity coursed through me as she went deeper, till my entire six inches was deeply rooted in her throat. I grabbed her head and moved my hip in sync with her pace till she had saliva dripping and she stared right back at me. I was in immense pleasure, so I shut my eyes, savoring the delicious moment while serotonin and dopamine were unlocked. It went on and on for about twenty minutes before I finally released myself in her mouth with my brown eyes opening in ecstasy.

She swallowed every drop and cleared the smeared release on her the corner of her lips only to have it dipped into her mouth.

“Sweet yummy creamy kids.” She muttered and I burst into laughter while we both cleaned up.

She adjusted her gown and made her way to the door before pausing after grabbing the handle. “It is time for the interview, I will have Camille Argent sent up immediately.”

“Okay.”

“Please, do everything in your bid to impress her because a slight attitude could lead to a bad write-up about you and the company.” She added.

“Yes boss.” I nodded my head and swiveled on my chair once more, my fingers tapping the mahogany desk filled with untouched files, a container filled with pens, my MacBook Pro, and my sunshade.

A knock resonated on the door and I ushered my guest to come in and the moment she did, I knew I was in a lot of trouble because I had fucked things up right from the very beginning.

A smirk lined the raven dark-haired face as our eyes connected. It was the same chubby woman I had threatened to fire a few minutes ago and now I was lost for words.

“Um!” I swallowed, fear gripping me. I have never felt this powerless before a woman in all my years of being an alpha, a mafia leader, and a billionaire heir. There is something about this particular woman that shook me to my core. I think it has to do with her dangerous black orbs that burrowed into the back of my head as if she knew me too well. Almost too well that could ruin me with just a flick of her fingers.

“You seem shocked.” Perfectly shaped brows curved knowingly. A bewitching smile appeared on her matte red-filled lips.

“I’m sorry miss Argent, you may sit.” I stood up immediately and gestured to the chair opposite me.

“Are you sorry for body shaming me and talking down at me? I’m curious to hear what the public would think about how you treat your staffs.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

“I think your first impression of me has been ruined, but I assure you that it came from a bad place.”

“Save it!” She held her hand to silence me. “Let’s start the interview already, shall we?”

I nodded my head at her but from within crippling paranoia feasted generously at me. I am ruined already for all I care and this time around there is no undoing of my waterloo.