My Unwanted Billionaire

On Monday, I went to work with a big smile on my face. For the first time in forever, it was because of Mr. Jason, and I could not wait to see him. I am late to work, but I didn’t care because I know Mr. Jason will not complain about it, or so I hope. I am not sleeping with him so let me not get ahead of myself.

I quickly walk into the building and take the elevator upstairs. I rush to the lunchroom to make Mr. Jason’s coffee once I arrive on my floor. I am humming Mood by Wizkid ft Buju to myself in the lunchroom when someone’s arms go around my waist. I am about to hit the person for touching me without my permission but don’t once I smell his addicting cologne. Mr. Jason never comes to the lunchroom, so he was not the first person to come to my mind as the one touching me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good morning,” He says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck.

“Morning, Mr. Jason” I receive a little tap on my ass as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“It seems you like me spanking you,” He says, turning me around to face him.

“Maybe,” I say, smiling. I love the spanking as long as it’s not too much.

“Is my Eleanor starting to like kinky stuff?” Mr. Jason says, grabbing my ass. I am about to respond when I hear the doorknob turning. I quickly push Mr. Jason away from me before the person walks in.

Vivienne’s replacement walks in.

“Good morning, boss,” Nora says.

Nora will be Vivienne’s replacement until she recovers and is stable enough to be around me without harming me. Mr. Jason did not fire her since she has worked here for a long time. I was happy he didn’t because I think she is just lost and needs a little help. She will be fine after a while.

Mr. Jason does not reply to Nora’s greeting. He grabs my hand and walks us out of the lunchroom. I hope Nora didn’t see him grabbing my hand. If she saw him holding my hand, it’s going to cause a lot of problems for me.

“Where were we?” Mr. Jason says once we are in his office. He has me locked between him and the wall. I am not really in the mood to make out with him right now. I can’t stop thinking about what if Nora saw us.

Mr. Jason notices my lack of attention and finally asks me what’s wrong.

“You held my hand in front of Nora.”

“And so”

“And so, are you really saying and so. We can’t allow people in the office to find out about us if there is even an ‘us.’ I don’t want to be gossiped about.”

“What does it matter if you are gossiped about? I am your boss, and I don’t care.”

“I wish I could not care too, but we are not in the same position. People will say I am sleeping with my boss even though that’s not true. You have to understand that it will cause problems for me.”

“What kind of problems?”

“People will hate me and mistreat me.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around” I am sure he thinks people will want to be close to me to gain favors from him.

“It would have been if I was your wife, not the woman who is just warming the boss’s bed.”

“Oh,”

“Yes,”

“If it will cause you these problems as you say, then I will try my best to keep my hands to myself outside my office.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling

“Anything for you, Eleanor.”

I walk out of Mr. Jason’s office to go get his coffee.

While placing his coffee on his desk, he speaks to me.

“Why did you come late today?” He asks. I can’t believe I thought he would not say anything about it.

“I am sorry, It won’t happen again,” I rush to say. I don’t even care to tell him the reason even though it was not my fault I was late.

“Eleanor, I asked you why you came late. I didn’t ask you to apologize for it.”

“The bus I took to work broke down on the road. I had to wait a while before I could get another bus to take to work.”

“Why don’t you get a car? I pay you well enough to save up for a car.”

“I have to pay up my debts before I can save up for a car.”

“How did you find yourself in a lot of debts?”

“I actually don’t have a lot of debts to pay, but the one I am paying off right now requires a lot of money” I can’t believe the kind of conversation Mr. Jason and I are having right now. I don’t feel insulted as we talk about my money issues, unlike other times.

“What is it?”

“College debt,” I say, and he just hums back while nodding his head. He seems to be thinking about something. I wonder what he could be thinking about. I hope he is thinking about giving me a raise. That would be wonderful.

The following morning I step out of the house and what I see in front of me is not something you wake up to every morning. A tesla is parked on the front porch.

“Good morning, ma’am,” The man beside the car says,

“Good morning” I wonder why he parked his car in front of my house.

“Here are the keys.” He says, putting the keys in my hand. I look at him and the keys wondering why he gave them to me. “The car is fully charged, so you can drive it to work today. If you have any problems with the car, let Mr. Crawford know. We will fix it right away,” He says, putting his card on top of the car keys. I haven’t closed my hands since he put the keys in them.

“Mr. Crawford,” I say to the man to be sure I heard him well

“Yes, Mr. Crawford”

“Which of the Crawfords,” I ask the man before he gets into his car

“I don’t know, ma’am. Enjoy your car.”

Which of the Crawford’s would get me a car? Mr. Jason is the only one who is capable of doing this. He needs to stop spending too much money on me. I will drive the car to work so I can return it to him there.

I unlock the car and step inside. The interior of the car is beautiful. It’s a white Tesla with a red interior. I know Tesla’s are electronic cars, so I can bet it must have cost him a fortune to get me this car.

I step out of the car once I reach the office. I walk inside straight to Mr. Jason’s office.

“You bought me a car,” I say, barging into Mr. Jason’s office.

“Good morning to you too.”

“You bought me a car,” I repeat. I drop the car keys on his table.

“Why am I getting the feeling you are not happy about it?”

“Just a feeling,” I say, arching my brows at him. “Why would you get me a car?”

“Because you need one.”

“Just because I need one does not mean you should get me one.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Jason, you can’t keep spending money on me like this”

Don’t get me wrong, I know I need a car, and it would really make things easier for me, but I can’t accept it from Mr. Jason. What if things don’t work out between us? Do I return everything then? It’s better to be safe and not collect anything from him.

“I can, and I suggest you get used to it.”

“Get used to it. Do you plan to buy me more expensive things”

“Yes.”

“Wow, I am not even sleeping with you, and you are spending this much money on me. What will happen if I start sleeping with you?”

I know men tend to spend a lot of money on the woman they are sleeping with. I can’t help myself and wonder how much money he will spend on me if I decide to sleep with him.

“Why don’t we find out,” He says and stands up from his chair.

“Find out wh….” I don’t get to finish my statement because of what Mr. Jason does next. He lifts me off the ground and places me on his desk. He spreads my legs open and positions himself between them.

“How much money I would spend on you if you are sleeping with me,” He says, putting his hand into my skirt. He places his hand on my thigh and works his way up to my waist. I am so close to him that my breath bounces back to me as I breathe out. “Tell me, Eleanor, do you want to find out” He huskily whispers as he plays with the edge of my underwear. He kisses my collar bone as I try to register in my brain where his hand is right now. Thank God I wore one of my sexy panties. I would have been so embarrassed if he was touching the edge of my granny underwear.

“Jason,” I find myself sounding breathless as I say his name. “We shouldn’t be doing……….” I don’t get to finish as I grab his shoulder as he pulls the edge of my panties.

“Doing, what, Eleanor?” He asks, as his eyes lock with mine. I can see the lust in them. He is hot for me right now, and so am I. I don’t even understand how the situation changed from me arguing with him about spending too much money on me to this.

I am about to reply when I hear a knock on his door. I quickly jump off his desk and arrange my skirt. I walk away from him as he tells the person to come in. I turn away from the door and try to hide the hickey on my neck from whoever walks in. I am also grateful to the person because the way Mr. Jason looked at me told me he was ready to take me there on his table, and I am not ready for that. I can’t have my first time on my boss’s desk, and most importantly, I don’t know if Mr. Jason is worthy of being my first.