The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

WARNING: This book contains a ridiculous amount of steamy scenes. Please don't read if you can't stand smut, thank you and enjoy the ride!

Caityln's pov.

It's closing time already, but somehow I can't bring myself to leave, not while he's still in his office. He's a workaholic, what else should I expect? He spends more time on his laptop than a squirrel does gathering nuts. He probably will come out and walk out on me like I am not even here, but I don't care, I just want a glance at him.

Zayn Morrison, my hot boss. He's the man I can't seem to get enough of, the man that constantly raids my dreams, leaving me wet every time I wake up, the man I shamelessly gaze at, despite being a married woman.

Yes, I am married, not that it's much of a marriage anymore anyway. My husband, Mason, has become a stranger, a total opposite of the man I fell in love with two years ago. I thought he was the love of my life, my life finally had purpose after meeting him. But he turned out to be a chronic cheat and an arrogant bastard!

Yet, I can't bring myself to leave him. I am an orphan, I have nothing and nobody, just him and this job of mine. I don't know where I'd go if I left Mason. His nonchalance towards me pushed me into the hole that I do not wish to get up from- my boss's secret admirer.

"Yes, I am on my way home."

I hear his voice and my heart flutters. It's soft, and yet so commanding. His tone is mirthless, he is known to be a strict man, so I expect nothing less. I hear the door creak open, and my chest clenches in expectancy.

There he is.. my six feet heartthrob. His perfectly chiseled chin, his gorgeous brown hair, and those honey brown eyes that I always get lost in. He is built like an Alpha, domineering in every way, a man never to be messed with. Despite the rumors of him being the devil himself, I still find myself attracted to him.

"Aren't you going home today?" I jolt out of my thoughts at his words. Is he talking to me?

"S-sir?" My lips quiver.

"Are you planning to spend the night here? My company is not a hotel for stranded hippies."

I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at him and being at a loss for words. He thrives by putting others down, a character that I have never found attractive.

"No sir, I will leave immediately." I lower my gaze, my palms getting sweaty.

He strides over to me, the strong scent of his lavender and coffee cologne hitting my nostrils as he gets closer. He stops right in front of me, barely inches away, and I can feel his gaze heavily on me.

"You know, it's not nice for a young lady to be out this late, especially a hot one such as yourself."

Did I hear right? Did Zayn Morrison just call me hot!?

My panties suddenly feel wet, I am tempted to ask him to repeat himself, because it definitely feels like a dream.

His hand extends to my desk, trapping me between the wall and his arm. I stared up at him in shock, wondering what he was about to do. He tilts his head to the side, a grin playing across his delicious looking lips. My body temperature intensifies as my heart begins to race. I found it particularly hard to meet his gaze, as it always triggered a temptation that takes the spirit of God to overcome.

"Any man could easily walk up to you and try to harass you, and we don't want that, now do we?" His voice is deep and husky this time around, leaving me almost helpless.

"No." I slowly shake my head. He backs away and retreats his hand, immediately switching to the stoic man I am used to.

"Now, go home." His order came, and I grabbed my purse off the table and ran off immediately without looking back. Forgive me Lord for I have sinned! I have allowed my lust for another man blind me from my reality of being a married woman.

I desperately want to stop, I want to forget about Zayn, I am not like this, I am definitely not a whore. But how can I forget about him when I see everyday? I am his secretary, I cannot run from him!

I took a taxi home, and fell right onto the couch as soon as I entered the house, trying to ease off the stress from work today. It wasn't long until I noticed how weirdly silent the house was. Mason is usually on a business call by this time of the night, but I can't hear his usual ranting over some missing files at the office.

"Mason?" I gently called out to him, but it was so dead quiet. The silence is suspicious.

"Mason." I call again, getting to my feet this time around. I strode over to the kitchen, opening the pots, only to discover that he had left his dinner untouched. I make sure to prepare his food before I leave for work everyday, then he can microwave it when he's home.

"That's weird, he hasn't eaten anything. Is he not home yet?" I mutter to myself, walking out of the kitchen. I decided to go up to our room to search for him, perhaps he was so exhausted that he fell asleep immediately.

The closer I got to our room, the more worried I became. Something seems fishy.

"Mason.." I heard a slight groan, and a gasp escaped my lips. I must not have heard right because that sounded like a female. Why would a female be calling out to my husband by this time of the night?

"Oh.. fuck, Mason."

There it is again! My heart grew heavy with burden and pain. Not again! Mason cannot do this to me again! This is the third time this week! How much longer am I going to watch him bring women into our house and fuck them in our matrimonial bed!?

Tears cloud my vision as I stood in front of our room, the moans and slaps getting heavier and heavier, leaving me with a sick feeling in my gut. My teeth clench in anger, and my heart squeeze in pain and hurt. I couldn't stand it, not anymore.

"M-Mason! Fuck! Don't fucking stop, that feels so good!" The bitch screamed, their panting raising in unison.

I burst into the room like a raging wind, my eyes red with fury as I stared at them. They broke apart as soon as they saw me, the bitch pulling a blanket over her unclad body.

"Mason!" I glared at him, tears streaming down my cheeks. He stared back at me, his eyes lacking even the slightest ounce of remorse or shame.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were working an extra shift." His question put me in quite the frenzy, is that all he's gonna say?

"My 'extra' shift ended an hour ago, you would have been able to calculate that except you're such a lousy cheat!" I aggressively spoke to him and he was not pleased.

"Know your place Caitlyn." He immediately warned me but I scoffed.

"Where exactly is my place Mason? Because as far as I know, I am your wife! You cannot treat me like this, I am your wife!" I raised my voice, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets but he only looked disappointed.

"Mother was right, you are not a good wife, you never were. You're raising your voice at your husband!"

Oh my! Did he just say that!?

I know his mother never truly liked me from the start. She would always say that I am not in her son's class and that I don't deserve him. Mason always listens to his mother, and I have no doubt that she made him this way, she caused him to turn around from the man who loved me dearly, to a man who despised my very existence.

"What does that have to do with anything? Are you not even sorry for what you've done?" I question, glaring hard at him.

"Sorry?" He scoffed, looking over at the bitch beside him. She had the nerve to grin at me, such a pussy.

"I'd choose her ten times over you."

His words hit me like an arrow. I staggered back, trying to refrain myself from tears.

"You can't do this to me Mason, please.." I sniffed. "You're all I have."

I don't know where the sudden weakness erupted from, but I couldn't help it.

"You're so pathetic, Caitlyn, and you are only a burden to me. I should have never married you in the first place."

How am I a burden!? I work, don't I?

"Get ready, my lawyer will bring our divorce papers tomorrow, we are getting divorced."

D-divorce!?

Caityln's pov.

Mason can't divorce me, where will I go? I have no home, no family whatsoever. After my parents died in the tragic road accident that has left me scarred till date, I have been to three orphanages who were only able to keep me until I was eighteen. Thankfully, I met Mason before I was kicked out, he was my heartthrob, we fell so deeply in love and he gave me a home in his house.

We got married shortly after, it was the best thing that ever happened to me, well, until now. If he decides to leave me, I'll be out on the streets! I know, I should have some money saved from my job as a secretary but I only just started a month ago, I haven't been able to save anything.

"Think about this Mason, do you really want to do this?" I asked in tears, hoping that he would rephrase his statement. I know he cheats on me, I know our love isn't what it used to be, but I don't have anyone except him.

"There is really nothing to think about Caitlyn," he wrapped another blanket around his waist, getting out of bed after planting a kiss on the lips of the whore sitting beside him. I boiled in fury.

"I have made my decision. This marriage isn't what it used to be, we both know it's not going anywhere so let's just end it." He continues, breaking my heart even more.

"No.." my breath almost seizes, "Mason, please don't do this. Where do you want me to go?"

"Anywhere you like, I really couldn't care less. But my lawyer will be here first thing in the morning, and you must sign those papers. Don't worry," he doesn't just stop there. "I'm going to give you some money, perhaps you can start your pathetic life all over again. I know you need the money, that's why I'm being kind." He mocked me, gloating in my face.

My fists tighten as I glare at him, wondering what he actually takes me for.

"I don't need your filthy money." I mutter.

"Don't be ridiculous, we both know you wouldn't last a day without me providing for your every need, that is why I have decided to be kind enough to help you out with something to start your life with."

The bitch on the bed snickered, and my eyes sting from the tears that I have been holding back.

"I will not give you the luxury of making fun of me." I said and left the room without word. I was afraid that if stayed there any longer, I might burst from anger and pain.

Two years of marriage is about to be lost! I thought I was married to the love of my life, but he turned out to be a mummy's boy who let his mother's hatred for me win him over. If this is what he wants, then that's fine. I will live on the streets until I have gathered enough money to rent an apartment at least.

I couldn't sleep a wink that night, not with the weight of impending doom looming over me. I sat in the living room all night, listening to the moans coming from Mason's room until dawn.

The sound of the doorbell caused me to jolt back to reality, my eyes turning to the front door. I wondered if it was Mason's lawyer, and I was right. He came downstairs, all dressed up and excited, his mistress trotting behind him as he walked to the front door.

They each glanced at me, and I thought it was mostly because I looked a mess. My hair was all messy and my eyes were heavy as a result of all the tears I shed last night. Why does this feel like the end for me? Why can't I find the courage that I need at this time?

All I have known all my life is pain, orphaned at the age of six and having to face the numerous bullies at the orphanage schools. It was hell, I thought my life would get better, but it's only becoming worse.

"Good morning." Mason greeted, inviting the smartly dressed, middle aged man into the house and leading him to the couch. They all sat down in front of me and I watched in anticipation.

"Good morning, Mrs Borne." The lawyer spoke to me. I couldn't say a word.

"I am Mr Borne's attorney, and I will be handling your divorce case. Here are the papers which you are required to sign immediately, then.."

"Where should I sign?" I asked without hesitation, keeping a straight face. They glanced at each other before he opened the page for me to sign.

I picked up the pen and signed on it, my hands shaking and my lips quivering.

"Thank you." The attorney stated, looking surprised. Mason was equally shocked, he wanted to see me breakdown and beg him again, but I will not let him mess with me again. I am hurt, devasted in fact, but he doesn't deserve to know that.

"I will work on the alimony and..."

"I don't want anything. I want absolutely nothing to do with this man here. Keep your money to yourself Mason, I will leave your life." I snapped, getting to my feet in rage.

"Where are you going?" Mason asked.

"I'm leaving of course, I'm going to take my bags and I'm leaving you for good. Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked but he scoffed.

I ignored him and went upstairs, going to the room to pack up everything that belonged to me. I still had to go to work that morning, so I took a quick shower, dressed up and left with my bags without looking back. I hope my paths never cross with Mason's ever again.

I took a taxi to the office with all of my stuff. I had no idea where I was going to keep them or where I was going to stay after work today. Maybe I shouldn't have rejected that money after all.

Fuck..!

"Good morning Caitlyn," the receptionist greeted with a smile as I walked over to the desk to log in for the day. She stared at my baggage and gave me a questioning look.

"Good morning Laura. Can I keep these with you until later? Please." I pleaded and she nodded.

"Sure you can, but why do you have all these? Are you making a trip?"

"Something like that." I chuckled nervously.

"Alright then," she sighed, not wanting to pry. "Have a nice day."

I thanked her before leaving for my office in a hurry. I have a lot of work today and I have to get started.

.

"Caitlyn!!"

I jumped from my seat, my soul almost leaving my body as my boss's voice echoed out of nowhere. I ended up knocking over the files on my desk, and I tried to pick them up only to graze my elbow on the edge of the desk.

"Fuck.." I winced, getting up slowly.

"What is wrong with you?"

I looked up and found Zayn in front of me, his eyes red with fury. He must have been calling me for quite some time and I didn't hear. I have been so engrossed in my thoughts that I haven't been productive all day. It's almost closing time and I haven't gotten half of my work done.

"N-nothing boss, I'm fine."

"Then why the hell weren't you picking up the phone!? You fucking kept me waiting!" He thundered and I lowered my head in fear.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I promised.

"It better not. Send me the Smith Incorporated file immediately." Everything about him screamed authority, I could'nt help but nod in affirmation and he took a short glance at me before entering his office.

I need to get it together, I can't risk losing my job as well.

Night approached quickly, I was unable to keep my emotions bottled in for much longer. Tears trickled down my face as I thought about what to do and where to go. Where would I spend the night?

I pulled out a small bottle of whiskey that I had with me and gulped it down at a go, almost killing myself in the process. I wanted to forget my pain, they say it helps. But it did nothing, my pain only became worse. Everyone had left the office, it was just my boss and I as usual, but I'm afraid I have nowhere to go if he asks me to leave.

Just as I expected, he came out of his office five minutes later, and our eyes met. I felt a tug in my heart as the tension in the atmosphere suddenly grew. I hid the bottle of whiskey- at least I thought I did.

"You're still here?"

Hearing his voice made my clit tingle, perhaps it's the effect of the alcohol.

"I.. I don't have anywhere to go." I muttered the truth, having no choice.

"So I was right?" He came closer, I wish he wouldn't, I don't know how long I can control myself.

"You are a homeless hippie."

"No sir. I am just a divorcee who has no home to go back to." Tears fell from my eyes. He raised his brow, almost in concern, but I knew better. Zayn doesn't care for anyone but himself.

"Just let me spend the night here." I sniffed. "I am in pain."

He came closer, too close for comfort, bending over right in front of me. His face was barely an inch away from mine, his warm breaths causing my knees to tremble. My breathing became heavier as I stared at his juicy, pink lips. The urge not to kiss them was hell to resist.

He raised his hand, brushing off the hair that fell on my face, and traced those calloused fingers of his to the back of my neck, nudging me closer. I was so fucking wet already, and I was fighting the electrifying feeling of being so close to him with all of my strength.

"How about I help you ease your pain?"

My defences weakened instantly.

I don't care anymore! Claim me now Zayn Morrison, do it now.

Caitlyn's pov.

Zayn, as if he had read my thoughts, pushed his hand up my thighs, stirring up the lust that I have struggled to keep buried since I started working for him. His eyes remained glued to mine, I felt him staring into my soul, his honey brown eyes compelling me to let go of my defenses and surrender to intimate touch.

His nose gently brushed against mine, causing to shudder in pure anticipation. I got close to his lips but he retreated, sneaking his hand behind me, perfectly encircling my tiny waist in his large palm. With his other hand brushing off the hair on my face again, he easily swept me off my feet, and I was in his arms.

I could hear clearly, the sound of my own heart thumping against my chest as I watched him carry me into his office and shut the door. I gulped in fear and excitement, wondering if I was really doing the right thing.

"Who cares?" My subconscious said and I almost giggled.

He stopped right in front of the long couch in his office, his grip around me tightening. I gazed into his eyes again, but this time around was different, he had a strange red tint in his eyes. It was almost dangerous, but I couldn't back away now, I wanted this badly. I don't even remember the last time I was touched, I needed this!

"Your eyes are enchanting, I seem to lose control when I gaze into them." His breaths got heavy, and his eyes narrowed.

"You look like you want to eat me up." I mutter with stifled breath. He let out a deep groan, gently putting me down on the couch.

"I want to do lots of things to you, eating you up is just one of them." He stared at me from a two feet distance, undoing the first two buttons of his white shirt. I bit my lip, deciding to let my demons out with no regret. Perhaps it's the alcohol, but I'm loving this feeling.

"What are you waiting for then? Come and get me." I let out an audible sigh, partly spreading my legs and watching the bulge in his pants grow as he stared at me.

Getting on one knee in front of me, he pulls me close again, taking a long sniff of my neck and shoulder. "You're inviting the demon, be rest assured that it won't be this easy to get rid of me." He planted a soft, electrifying kiss on my neck and I shudder.

"You're welcome.. demon." I drawl, trailing my finger along his bare chest.

He jumped on me like a predator, hungrily claiming my lips, his hands around my tiny body. I couldn't kiss him back for a while because I was suffocating, but when his grip loosened on me, I parted my lips to allow his ravaging tongue into my mouth. He released raspy and heavy breaths, deepening the diabolically sexy kiss.

I felt everything at the same time, I loved that his hands were exploring my body and causing my panties to get soaked. I loved how breathless and helpless I felt in his rough but seductive kiss. I loved every bit of it, the minty taste of his mouth, the tender feeling of his lips, everything!

His hands slid under my skirt, reaching for my panties, he suddenly broke the kiss, leaving me panting for breath. "You're so wet." He announced, like he was surprised.

"That's just what you do to me." I admitted. He grinned and continued to caress my thighs, teasing me repeatedly when his hand would reach my pussy. I sighed heavily, not wanting further foreplay. I just wanted his cock in me!

"Take them off already." I told him but he chuckled and continued to fiddle around with my panties until he finally pulled it off.

I shuddered when his finger poked my clit, a beautiful feeling shooting through all my nerves and causing the hairs on my body to stand. I stared into his eyes, unable to look away. His dark eyes were enough to prove to me that he was the demon that he said he was.

"Do you want me?" He questioned, taking out his hand and moving them to my boobs instead. I nodded my head slowly, taking in my lip.

"No, say it."

"I want you."

"You don't want me enough." He proceeded to take my blouse off, as gently and as slowly as he possibly could. His eyes widened as he stared at my breasts, his hand cupping each one.

"So fucking beautiful." He muttered, fondling them softly. I sighed deeply, getting insanely turned on. He took a bra off with ease, exposing my cherry red nipples which his eyes seemed to be glued on.

I squirmed under him, watching him lower his head to kiss my boobs, wet, slurpy, slow kisses that seemed to last forever. He gave each one his undivided attention, and I felt the tension build up in me. I couldn't hold back anymore, my soft moans echoed in the quiet office, my hand moving to the back of his head.

"Do you want me?" He asked, his voice muffled as he still had his face buried between my boons.

"Yes I do." I answered immediately.

"No you don't." He said. What? What does he mean?

"Zayn, I really do want you."

"I'll know when you do." He responded, returning his lips to my nipple. I shuddered in pleasure, throwing my head back. His wet tongue curled and slid along the rough edges of my nipple, instantly putting me in a frenzy. I moaned, shutting my eyes and enjoying every movement he made.

His hand ran down to my pussy and he started to stroke me, starting off slow at first and then graduating into long, fast strokes that left me panting for air and my mouth making sounds that I don't even understand.

"Zayn.." I moaned, parting my lips and unintentionally pulling his hair.

He stroked my clit until I could feel it throbbing, but he didn't stop, and his lips didn't leave my nipple. He switched from one to the other, and watching him intensified the heat that was reeling up within me.

"Za.. Zayn." I panted, feeling myself approach a climax. My knees had started to shake, short and pleasurable spasms running up and down my spine.

"Zayn.. oh my God." I tightened my grip on his hair.

His teeth grasped my nipple between them, teasing, tormenting and pulling. It hurt, but I loved it so much. I was breathless, jolting uncontrollably.

"F..fuck! Fuck! I'm.. I'm.." My head snapped back.

"Oh! Oh!" I was jerking and jolting, but he kept stroking my clit, leading me to one of the wildest orgasms of my life. I cried out in pleasure, tears almost falling from my eyes. He stopped and just watched me.

"That's more like it." He whispered, placing kisses on my face as if to calm me.

"I can't keep this big boy locked in anymore, he might just burst." He admitted, pulling his belt faster than I have ever witnessed it being done.

When his pants dropped, my jaw dropped, despite the fact that I was still trying to recover from the insane orgasm that he had driven me to.

He was huge, bigger than I thought. As much as it scared me, I wanted it in me. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Do you think you can handle it?" He smirked, approaching me and grabbing my legs. He spread them apart, watching me in a rather meticulous way.

"I want all of it, I want your cock buried deep in me." I answered.

"Wow, whiskey does wonders huh?" He chuckled. This has to be the first time I've ever seen him laugh. I smiled back at him, and watched him slowly fit his member into my tiny opening. It hurt a little- okay, a lot. But I sucked it up and ended up taking in his whole length.

"Yes.." he let out a groan, and began to thrust in and out of me.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget that you ex-husband ever existed." He panted, his thrusts getting insanely fast.

"Please, make me." I begged, his cock destroying my walls- but I loved it.