Bill's more iconic feature: his eyes. Huge, beautiful, expressive. He can convey all sorts of emotions through them. They have a hypnotic quality you cannot resist, not that you want to.
You work as Roman's secretary at work. You hate each other. One day the reader enter in his office to say what she thinks but Roman will punish her for this. 😏❤️
I love nasty boss Roman!
Warning: roughness and sexual punishment
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The phone call came at the exact right time. You had spent the better half of the work day avoiding your boss because of what he said to you the day before. It wasn't that you were scared to lock eyes with him--you could tolerate his venomous scowls all day--it was a fear of what you might say to him in return.
Nobody cared what Roman Godfrey spent his time doing. Whether it was showing up still drunk after a week of partying or flubbing a deal his team had worked strenuous hours to lock down, Roman smashed through life with a reckless disregard for anyone around him, and as his secretary, you were always left to clean up the carnage.
But not anymore. You landed a better job that offered the same pay rate at a company whose HR representative didn't give a shit about the Romans of the world. Finally, it was time to crawl out from the all-consuming Godfrey shadow.
The last and most difficult bandage to rip off was telling Roman you quit. After yesterday, when he had called you a useless set of holes, the joy bubbling in your stomach reached your mouth, locked and loaded in bullets of vitriol. You had but to unload a clip in Roman before taking your leave.
For the first time in months, when you entered his office, Roman was on the phone smooth-talking his way through a problem he had no doubt caused himself. You waited. He didn't notice you, or at least pretended like you hadn't walked in with your hands on your hips. When he ended the call, he didn't look up.
"Excuse me?"
"What do you want?"
Roman scribbled on a piece of paper, eyes levelled on his work. You smirked. He'd have to get used to taking his own messages until he found some other sucker to look after him.
"I just wanted to say, after two years of working at this company, that I think you are one of the most unbearable people I've ever had the displeasure of sharing air with."
Roman dropped his pen. He straightened in his chair and focused his eyes across the room, drilling into you with ice green intensity.
"What's more...I think you will ruin this company. You're a fake. You don't know a thing about running a business because you're too busy getting fucked up all the time. You don't notice that everyone who works under you, hates you."
Roman stood so fast his chair went spinning behind him. You flinched, but it was a useless reaction to him clearing the room in four long swings of his legs. Then, his hand gripped your shoulder, thumb digging into your collarbone.
"What the fuck did you just say to me you little fucking slut?"
You smacked his arm away, renewing his vigour. Roman pulled you away from the door and shoved you toward the desk. He shed his jacket, dropped it on the floor, and pulled his tie loose as he approached.
"You have been a pain in my ass since the second you walked into this place. Always fucking up, always talking back. You're nothing but a brat who needs to be taught a lesson."
All the things he said were once thoughts in your head directed at him. Roman was the pain in the ass. Roman was always fucking up. How could he possibly think his shortcomings had anything to do with you?
"I know you hate me. I like it that way. I know all those idiots out there despise me, too. What, did they recruit you to come in here to perform this little skit? Did you honestly think I'd give a shit about what you think of me? You're nothing."
Roman's hand slid up your neck, fingers prodding your larynx. His teeth showed, and in a blink, he had you pressed against his desk, his frame pinning your legs and hips as you braced your top half from toppling onto the surface.
"You have no clue what kind of power I have. Not even the slightest idea of how fast I could ruin you."
"Fuck you, Roman. I quit!"
Roman clicked his tongue several times.
"You know... If you were smart, you would have provoked me into firing you. Why don't you tell the truth? Tell me about your new job."
Your heart shot straight up and wedged into your throat where his fingers lingered.
"Oh, right. I'm the idiot. You think I don't know about you going behind my back, applying for jobs, trying to amp yourself up to tell me off before your big exit? Who do you think they reached out to for a reference?"
It made little sense then why Roman had championed you for the position. You tried to fit the pieces together, but Roman still had you pressed between his body and the desk, and you couldn't think.
"You got that job because of me," he whispered.
"Why?"
"Nevermind why. I think you at least owe me an apology."
The insults died on your tongue. All this time, Roman had known about your plan to leave and bridged the gap himself with a good word--a word he'd never say to your face. He turned your face up, smiling at your confusion. Roman moved closer, forcing you into the thick wood until there was nowhere left to go but up. You raised your leg and hopped onto the desk to alleviate the pain.
"Not even a sorry? No 'thank you, Mr. Godfrey. I'm so grateful that you're letting me leave the company to be someone else's problem.'"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Shut your mouth unless you plan on thanking me. In fact... You're not leaving this office until you've properly demonstrated your gratitude."
"Roman... You can't be serious."
"I've always wanted to hold you down and fuck the brat right out of you. That mouth is always running. It's time you put it to better use before you leave me."
"But... You hate me. You've always hated me."
"And you hate me. Yet here we both are... Me, hard, and you... Well... Should I find out?"
Roman clutched your shoulders, hunching over to smell your neck, lips so close to your pulse it made you weak and shaky. Down where he pressed his groin between your legs, you buzzed.
"Be my little fucking brat one more time so I can punish you the way I know you want to be punished. For old times sake."
"You're disgusting."
This made Roman purr like an engine, his limbs softening as he licked your neck and began to suckle.
"I know. But you can't sit there with your legs apart, trembling, pretending like you haven't thought of slapping me... spitting in my face. Hmm?"
The words arched your spine, tingling through every nerve. Despite your distaste for the man, you had to applaud his ability to put a sexual spin on any little unpleasant thing. He kissed your jaw, grabbed your chin and smothered your puckered lips with his mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be crawling out of this building on your hands and knees."
Roman grabbed your hand and forced your palm flat to his erection. You marveled at the size of it twitching in your grip.
"Oh my god," you said.
"Yeah, that's good. Stroke it. Get me all hard for you."
Roman watched you palming his cock through his trousers with a wide grin.
"That's right. You're gonna be my little bitch forever. No matter what you do or where you go, you know that you're mine. Now, where's my thank you?"
"Thank you, Roman."
"That's what I thought... Now get down on your knees. Show me a little respect and open that nasty fucking mouth."
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