A Dominant Man by Lena Black

hurting your feelings.
    “I mean, yeah, he shouldn’t tell you what to do, but he did apologize for the most significant thing, which is making you feel bad. That limp dick fucker never acknowledged you had feelings, let alone apologized for hurting them. I perso nally don’t care what he thinks or says about me, as long as he makes you happy. All I want is your happiness.”
    I should ease up on the guy, but he’s just so arrogant. I’ve never been so attracted to and annoyed by a man before. It’s confusing as hell. I want him, but am I too late? Does he even want me anymore? What about those pictures I found? They don’t look good, especially after Olivia went on about making it official with her special someone. I could have been one last hurrah before he commits to her. Maybe I dodged a bullet by letting him go. I have a million things to go over. I just don’t know what I’ll do.
    “How about we change the subject? Let’s chat about the charity. It starts at seven at my parents’ estate. You should be at my place by six.”
    “What’s the dress code?” Chase asks, taking a sizeable bite of his eggs.
    “It’s formal. The men dress in tuxes and women in evening gowns.”
    “You know I love to wear a tux. I feel like a spy.”
    His eyebrow shoots up, and he’s pretending his hand is a gun. He looks at me in a fantastically debonair Bond way.
    “Yeah, what guy doesn’t? You’re such a dork! I love you.”
    He never fails t o make me laugh, even when I’m in a shit mood.
    “Shut up. I look damn fine in a tux, very dashing.”
    “Yeah, but not with your finger gun.”
    He laughs at himself. “Finger bang,” he chuckles out.
    “You’re a pervert. I can’t take you anywhere.” I laugh at him.
    “It should be fun. I love the functions they host. Your parents know how to organize a party.” He jams the last bite of his eggs into his mouth and shoves his plate away from him. “You ok? I hope you feel better than you did yesterday.”
    “Nope, I’m still wounded. I want to forget the past week.”
    “You always want to forget, but maybe you should face your problem head-on instead. I don’t think one mistake is worth tossing the guy out completely. It would kill me if you did that to me. He’s probably in pretty poor shape.”
    “Trust, he’ll get over me. He only wanted me for sex. I’m sure he could find a million other girls who would do anything to get into his bed. I’m just not one of them. I don’t think I’m good enough to be there anyway.”
    “You’re one in million, and you don’t give that up when most girls these days are a dime a dozen. You are worth doing anything for, Ellie. Trust me, I know.” He lets out an awkward cough. “He picked you for a reason. You haven’t seen the last of him. When a guy wants a girl, you better bet he’s going to do everything in his power to get her. This guy is filthy with it. He holds more power than he probably knows what to do with, and he’s going to use it to get you back.”
    “I guess we’ll see. I’m not going to hold my breath.”
    “You are so stubborn. You need to listen when people tell you you’re worthy of everything.”
    “Thanks. Are you ready to leave?”
    “Yeah, let’s bounce.”
     
    T he commute to work is all right, except for the black exotic car seemingly following us.
    “Am I crazy…?”
    “Yes, yes you are.”
    “Stop, seriously. Is that black car following us?”
    He glances back at the glossy sports car. “Actually, I think it is. I saw it outside your building last night and this morning.”
    As we watch the car, it speeds off around a corner. “You don’t think it was him , do you?” I ask anxiously, as if I’ve been caught doing something, I ought not.
    “Yeah, I think it was. U nless you know of any other billionaires vying for your affection.”
    “Great,” I say sarcastically. “He’s vying for something alright , but it isn’t affection.”
     
    T he morning is rather