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My Dominant Boss
Chapter Sixty–Nine – I Will Never Get Used To This Part.
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Alyssa
I’m getting myself ready for tonight’s event, I attempted to convince Wyatt to allow me to meet him there, but he refused. Which means I need to walk in with him. I have no idea how big the event. Will there be press there from the business media? Or is it low–key and private? I would rather not be posted anywhere with Wyatt. It’s not shame, just a desire for privacy, not letting too many people know,
As I gaze into the mirror, a sigh escapes me. I wish I could get out of this, but it is too late now. Wyatt is on his way to pick me up in a town car. We’ll be heading to his place afterwards. The only thing I know about tonight is that there will be a fancy dinner and expensive champagne. I will be surrounded by people who are like Wyatt. I plan on not talking much in case I come across as dumb.
The sound of my front door catches my attention. Before I go through, I make sure to smooth down my lovely purple strapless dress. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened. He looks so handsome in his black tux.
“You look absolutely stunning!”
“Thank you. You look handsome.” I reply and reach up to kiss him softly.
“Thanks, kitten. Let’s get a move on.”
With a gentle grasp, he leads me to the car that’s waiting for us. He opens the door for me to enter before joining and closing it. After we start driving, he retrieves a bag from beneath the seat and passes it to me.
“What is this?” I ask.
I really hope this isn’t a sex toy. He brought up using one tonight, but he never mentioned it again.
“Don’t stress, it’s not what you’re imagining.” He chuckles.
“Really? What changed your mind?”
“I decided to be good tonight because tomorrow I plan on destroying you in more ways than one.” He smirks.
I gulp nervously. The words bring both excitement and a hint of nervousness.
“Destroy me? You couldn’t think of a better word?” I laugh.
With a laugh, he shakes his head and says, “Nope.”
I’ll have to wait and see what he has in store for me. My concentration is directed towards the bag. I dip my hand in and pull out a gift box. It looks like a jewellery one. I open it and let out a gasp. It is a beautiful diamond necklace; an expensive one I can tell by looking at it.
“Wyatt, it is beautiful. You didn’t have to buy me anything, especially not something so expensive.”
“Kitten, we’ve already gone over this. Price is not a concern. I’ll spoil you whenever I feel like it.”
I can adapt to every other aspect of our relationship, except for him spending money on me, which I doubt I’ll ever accept. It’s part of the package when you’re dating a billionaire Dom.
“Wyatt, it’s truly stunning. Thank you.” I say and kiss his cheek.
“Would you like me to put it on?”
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“Sure, go ahead.”
He takes
it
from me,
and I turn my back to him. He brushes my hair wearing something that expensive. I must ensure that I don’t break
He affectionately kisses my neck. “There you go, my angel.”
side and puts the necklace on. I’ve never had the experience of
misplace it.
My eyes quickly shift downwards and a smile form on my face. It is so sparkly and pretty. I turn back around.
“How does it look?
1 pull it off?”
“Yes, you can. You look beautiful with it.” He says and kisses me sofy.
Throughout the rest of the ride, he keeps his hand on my thigh. His family’s hotel is where the event is taking place. What doesn’t his family own? They seem to be involved in everything. I don’t know how they manage. The family’s net worth is beyond my imagination.
“We don’t need to stay until the end. All we need to do is to be present for a few hours.”
“Yes, that is fine.” I smile.
I can handle a few hours. Having a few drinks would be nice, but not to the point of getting drunk. I’d prefer not to embarrass
myself.
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The night has been decent so far, but I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. It’s overwhelming with all the business talk and meeting so many new people. Luckily, it’s a private event, so I don’t have to worry about appearing in business magazines.
I excused myself from Wyatt and the men we’d been chatting with for the past thirty minutes. All the business talk is boring me, to
be honest. I head to the bar.
“May I have a tequila shot and a small glass of white wine, please?”
He nods and smiles, getting my order for me. I take the shot first, tempted to order another, but I will watch my limit. I take a seat on one of the bar stools. I don’t mind sitting here by myself, enjoying my wine. Wyatt is too busy to notice any way which works in my favour.
A breather will be good for me. I quickly scan the room, observing everyone. I feel a little out of place. Everyone here seems comfortable and like they belong, but not me. This lifestyle isn’t suited for me. I finish my drink and quietly slip outside for some fresh air. Hopefully, we can leave soon. I won’t ask him to leave. That would be rude of me.
Nonetheless, it was nice to have a chance to see his parents.
The chill in the air immediately calms me down. I won’t be gone for very long. If Wyatt realizes I’m not there, he’ll start searching for me and won’t be happy that I left without telling him where I was going.
I spend just five minutes outdoors before going back inside. Wyatt is not in the spot where I left him. As I glance around, my eyes Hand on him. He is in conversation with an older woman. They seem familiar. She keeps touching his arm. I can’t help but roll my
eyes while watching them. What is she, a cougar? She is old enough to be his mother. He doesn’t seem to be rejecting her flirtatious gestures. Who the hell is she?
Being jealous isn’t in my nature. However, it appears that tonight I am. I need another damn drink. Once more, I go to the bar and opt for a stronger drink – scotch on rocks. I’m tempted to stop watching, but I can’t control myself. They seem way too cosy. Who the fuck is she, seriously? Have they hooked up or something before? They are known to one another. They are not two strangers who just met tonight. Annoyed, I groan and face away from him. Who knew he was into older women?
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“Bad night?” the barman asks
“If my boyfriend’s flirting with someone old enough to be his mother is considered a bad night, then yes.”
I need to stop. I am not one for judging. Wyatt has transformed me to a jealous person. I referred to him as my boyfriend, but is
he really?
“I am sure it is nothing.” He says and slips another shot to me.
I express gratitude to him, and he proceeds to help others. I may be exaggerating.
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