The Billionaire's Son 2 : Masquerade
I placed the last file of papers back into the box. Another box cleared and still not a hint of any impropriety with any of Jackson Vaughn’s companies. I rubbed my weary eyes and sat back in the swivel chair. I had been reviewing the files for hours non-stop today; in fact I had thrown myself into my work for the past four weeks now. Working long hours with little to no breaks on this case was finally catching up to me.
I knew what I had been avoiding. Prior to the disastrous scene with Derek, Vaughn’s playboy son, in the cabana, I had set up the perfect routine. I had been working hard, but enjoying the luxurious amenities at one of Vaughn’s private residences, as Jackson had so generously offered. Now, every morning I went straight to my temporary office at the estate and crept out late every night. I didn’t walk the grounds, make chit-chat with the staff, or use the pool as I had in the past. All because of that arrogant bastard, Derek.
One day after my usual swim, I had showered in the cabana only to find my clothes and towel gone missing. I was left completely nude and wondering what to do when Derek Vaughn and two women entered the pool area and started having sex. Despite my initial disgust, I found myself watching their hedonistic display. Unfortunately, I enjoyed myself a little too much, and got busted. Derek had walked in on me nude, and had called me out for spying on him. Before I was able to escape the encounter, I had been spanked by the egotistical prick, and he had ended up bringing me to the most intense orgasm of my life before I had run off mortified.
I shuddered thinking about the incident. It was the most humiliating moment of my life. And yet, I thought about it every day since. When I thought about it, my pussy would tighten with desire. When I dreamed about Derek, as I often did, I would awaken filled with forbidden thoughts. I couldn’t get the man out of my head. I hated him, no doubt. But I could no longer deny to myself how much I lusted after him. My head was much smarter than my body – I would stay clear of Derek, and I would not have to worry. Now why did that smart decision leave me feeling so empty?
I jumped in my seat as a sharp knock sounded at the door. “Ms. Collins, are you in there?”
“Yes, come on in.” I smoothed down my blouse as the door opened. It was Marcy, one of the house staff. “Hi, Marcy. I haven’t seen you in quite a while.”
Marcy nodded her agreement. “Well, you have been working so hard. I miss our little chats. Mr. Vaughn has asked for you. He wanted to meet you in the library if you were still here. Can I tell him you will be joining him?”
My heart started pounding furiously in my chest. “Derek wants to see me?”
“Derek? No, not Derek. Mr. Vaughn, uh, Jackson…”
I felt my cheeks bloom. “Of course, yes. Jackson. Yes, please tell Mr. Vaughn I’ll be joining him right away. Thanks Marcy.”
I definitely had to shake Derek from my mind. I needed a clear head when I met Jackson Vaughn, my billionaire employer, for the first time. I wished I had been wearing something more professional, but I hadn’t even known Vaughn was in town, let alone at this estate. The linen shorts and white blouse would have to do.
I checked my hair and makeup in a mirror and headed out toward the library. I knocked firmly on the door before entering. Jackson Vaughn stood as I entered and moved forward to take my hand in greeting. Jackson was as tall and handsome as his son. He looked to be in excellent physical shape for a man his age. His dark wavy hair, just graying at the temples, and his shrewd gray eyes looked just like his son’s. Where his son was pure sex appeal, Jackson Vaughn was quiet and assured sophistication.
“Well, Ms. Collins, it’s nice to finally meet you. I hope everyone has been looking after you while you’ve been here? Can I offer you a drink?” Jackson was refreshing his
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