If You Want It (BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance) (If You Dare Book 2) by Evelyn Troy Page B
Authors: Evelyn Troy
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was maneuvered through the bustling streets Zoe decided to check her phone to see if she had any messages. There were a few from Armando, and she listened to him asking why she’d left without saying goodbye and would she please call him to maybe arrange another date. She deleted them without bothering to reply and then listened to the half a dozen or so messages that Dawson had left.
“Zoe, I need you back at the hotel immediately. There are some things we need to discuss with regards to writing up the new contract with Armando.” The next few messages were along the same line; all of them about business and not one of them asking her if she was okay or where she was. She deleted each and every one of them, again not bothering to reply. What she had to say to him needed to be said face to face and not via a text message.
She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been so angry, disappointed and disillusioned, and with ice in her veins she made her way back to the hotel to confront Dawson. She didn’t bother calling ahead to his room, taking a chance that he would be there and not be too busy to talk to her. She felt the first fluttering of nerves a split second after she’d banged on his door and her stomach started to do a little flip-flop while she waited for him to answer.
“Zoe. I’ve been trying to call you all day.” There was no concern or query as to where she’d been or what she’d been doing. There was just an aloof annoyance that he hadn’t been able to get hold of her, and that pissed her off all over again.
Zoe marched past him into the room; not bothering to wait for him to invite her in. “Yes, well I’m not at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day, Dawson.” She turned to face him and the nerves she’d been feeling disappeared in a flash. What she was about to do was the right thing for her. She knew it without a shadow of a doubt and the knowledge calmed her even though she was still furious.
“Actually, Zoe, you are.” Had he really dared to say that to her, she thought incredulously. Her anger kicked up yet another notch. “While you’re here on company business, you actually are at my beck and call.”
“Sit down, Dawson.” Her voice was as cold as her heart felt. “Now.” The look of amazement on his face as she dared to give him an order was almost worth everything she was feeling. But for once he didn’t argue with her. He just slowly sat himself down in the nearest chair and stared at her with something akin to trepidation on his face, which left Zoe feeling empowered for the first time in their fucked-up relationship.
“I was deliberately ignoring your calls today.” She actually hadn’t been. Her phone hadn’t even been turned on because she’d left it in her purse so that she could ignore it on purpose. “And do you know why I was ignoring you?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “I was ignoring you because you’re an egotistical asshole who expects everything to be exactly as you want it to be without a single thought to who you might be hurting in the process.”
Dawson’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline at that, but she still didn’t give him time to say anything. “I was ignoring you because I realized today that I’m nothing more than the company whore, and you don’t give a shit about what I do or who I do it with so long as I get the job done. I was ignoring you because all you were concerned with was a fucking contract between your company and the man who fucked my brains out last night. I was ignoring you because you don’t give a shit about me or my feelings, and I’ve finally realized that.” She paused for breath. “I was ignoring you because I could and because it really didn’t matter whether I answered or not.”
“That’s not true, Zoe.” Dawson finally managed to get a couple of words out, but she was far from finished talking yet. “Of course it matters, and I was concerned
“Zoe, I need you back at the hotel immediately. There are some things we need to discuss with regards to writing up the new contract with Armando.” The next few messages were along the same line; all of them about business and not one of them asking her if she was okay or where she was. She deleted each and every one of them, again not bothering to reply. What she had to say to him needed to be said face to face and not via a text message.
She couldn’t remember the last time that she’d been so angry, disappointed and disillusioned, and with ice in her veins she made her way back to the hotel to confront Dawson. She didn’t bother calling ahead to his room, taking a chance that he would be there and not be too busy to talk to her. She felt the first fluttering of nerves a split second after she’d banged on his door and her stomach started to do a little flip-flop while she waited for him to answer.
“Zoe. I’ve been trying to call you all day.” There was no concern or query as to where she’d been or what she’d been doing. There was just an aloof annoyance that he hadn’t been able to get hold of her, and that pissed her off all over again.
Zoe marched past him into the room; not bothering to wait for him to invite her in. “Yes, well I’m not at your beck and call twenty-four hours a day, Dawson.” She turned to face him and the nerves she’d been feeling disappeared in a flash. What she was about to do was the right thing for her. She knew it without a shadow of a doubt and the knowledge calmed her even though she was still furious.
“Actually, Zoe, you are.” Had he really dared to say that to her, she thought incredulously. Her anger kicked up yet another notch. “While you’re here on company business, you actually are at my beck and call.”
“Sit down, Dawson.” Her voice was as cold as her heart felt. “Now.” The look of amazement on his face as she dared to give him an order was almost worth everything she was feeling. But for once he didn’t argue with her. He just slowly sat himself down in the nearest chair and stared at her with something akin to trepidation on his face, which left Zoe feeling empowered for the first time in their fucked-up relationship.
“I was deliberately ignoring your calls today.” She actually hadn’t been. Her phone hadn’t even been turned on because she’d left it in her purse so that she could ignore it on purpose. “And do you know why I was ignoring you?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “I was ignoring you because you’re an egotistical asshole who expects everything to be exactly as you want it to be without a single thought to who you might be hurting in the process.”
Dawson’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline at that, but she still didn’t give him time to say anything. “I was ignoring you because I realized today that I’m nothing more than the company whore, and you don’t give a shit about what I do or who I do it with so long as I get the job done. I was ignoring you because all you were concerned with was a fucking contract between your company and the man who fucked my brains out last night. I was ignoring you because you don’t give a shit about me or my feelings, and I’ve finally realized that.” She paused for breath. “I was ignoring you because I could and because it really didn’t matter whether I answered or not.”
“That’s not true, Zoe.” Dawson finally managed to get a couple of words out, but she was far from finished talking yet. “Of course it matters, and I was concerned