Taken by the Billionaire Bosses (Bundle, Billionaire Romance, Younger Woman)

by Olivia Sapphire

  Contents

  Dominating the Intern

  Used by the Boss

  Dominated by the Boss

  Featured Works

  Author's Note

  Dominating the Intern

  "But, I don't want to Dad," I said with an upset tone.

  "I'm telling you, Isabella. Internshipping at my company can be a very useful and good experience for you. Plus, you can put it on your resume. I work for one of the richest men in the world, and if you were seen to an internship at this company, it would help you in the future."

  My Dad and I were eating breakfast like always, except today wasn't like every other day. He had just asked me to come work for him as an intern over the summer before college. I tried to reason with what my Dad had said. I had just started my summer before college, and I was planning on relaxing until school started again. But, now my Dad has just told me that he wants me to come to work with him and learn from his career. I know that it will do wonders for me in the future, but I really want to be able to kick-back this summer. I continued to bounce the pros and cons within my head. I knew if I accepted this internship that I wouldn't have much free time during the week. But, if I did go it would benefit me in the future in terms of colleges and jobs. Also, my Dad's boss is Mr. Adams.

  Mr. Adams was claimed to be the most handsome man of this year, and not only that, he was also in the top 10 of richest people in the world. I have never met him in person, but this could be my chance. I never met a sexy billionaire like Mr. Adams. If I did end up meeting him, I would be able to brag about it to my other friends.

  My brooding look quickly went to a mischievous one. "Alright, Dad, I'll join you at work. Do you think I'll get to meet Mr. Adams?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

  "Sure thing, Isabella. We've begun to become pretty good friends. If presenting you to Mr. Adams will make you come work for me, I'll do it," he told me with a clueless smile.

  My Dad put down his fork, swallowed the remaining food he had left in his mouth, and exhaled with delight. "Well then, how about we go straight to work?" He asked with a smile.

  "Sure thing! Let me just go get dressed up." I dropped my fork and ran off upstairs to my bedroom to put on my best dress.

  "Don't take too long! And wear something nice, please. We can go shopping for something more professional this weekend." My Dad yelled as I was climbing the stairs. It was my first official day of summer, and everything was beginning to look up. I wanted to be lazy this summer, but honestly, I'm glad that I have something meaningful to do. It might or might not have to do with Mr. Adams, I thought with an sly smile on my face. But, hey, who could say they got to meet Mr. Adams? Hopefully by the end of the day, it would be me.

  I opened my closet to reveal the glorious new outfit that I had bought last week. It was a white button down shirt with a nice long black skirt, and a gray jacket to put over my shirt.

  I rushed to put on the outfit, and after finally putting it all on, I looked in the mirror with a satisfied look. Everything fit perfectly and matched my body so well. Putting on this new dress only made me that much more excited for my new internship.

  Walking out of my bedroom and down the stairs, I was greeted by my worrisome Dad. "Honey, you look wonderful, but don't you think that this is a bit too revealing?"

  "Dad, this is the fashion now a day! Doesn't it look great?" I asked with a sad look now on my face from his response.

  "Sorry. Yes, dear, it looks wonderful," my dad said with a sincere look on his face. "How about we start heading to the office now?"

  "Okay!" I exclaimed with a bright look in my eyes. I was very optimistic about this summer, and it all began with this internship at my father's company which was run by the philanthropist, Mr. Adams. I eagerly ran out the door and into the passenger seat of my father's car. My Dad followed and got in the car, and we quickly left out the house.

  On the car ride there, I listened to all of my Dad's advice about the job criteria. He told me about every single thing he did during the day and gave me fair warning about one of the creeps in the office. He told me that he was looking out for his innocent daughter. But, as my Dad continued to speak about the job, I continued to imagine what Mr. Adams was like. I have seen Mr. Adams on T.V. plenty of times for things like donations or winning awards. A lot of the time, he would show up on my favorite late night talk shows and I would just fall in love with him. The man was very charming and dreamy. He had an athletic body type that was clearly emphasized by the many suits and tuxedos he wore. He had a rugged look with his dirty blonde hair and chiseled jaw that turned me on greatly. All of my friends and me would always talk about the top 10 attractive celebrities, and Mr. Adams would always end up in the top 3 amongst everyone I ever knew. Just thinking about Mr. Adams began to get me a little bit heated. I had to calm down because I was going to this job with my Dad. If anything, I would only meet Mr. Adams very briefly. I mean, he is probably a really busy man. He probably doesn't have time for a fan girl like myself.

  "Alright, honey, we're here." I looked up to see the large tower with the iconic company name on it. I had been here only once before when I had to drop off some lunch for my Dad. But, other than that, this was my first real time that I would be entering this building. I always forget how large, glorious, and intimidating these towers can be up close. Seeing the buildings downtown from far away always seems so normal, beautiful, and an average experience. But, coming up close to them is a whole different experience and different point of view. I wondered if it would be the same with meeting Mr. Adams. Seeing him on T.V. was always a normal and average experience. And, he was always a beautiful sight. But, as I began to enter the doors of my father's company, I began to feel a bit nervous. Would Mr. Adams be as intimidating as the building that he lay in? Would he be as glorious? My heart raced fast as I grew nervous about meeting my father's boss. I constantly worried about the worst case scenarios of meeting Mr. Adams. I tried to keep a level head as I followed my father inside the company building.

  Coming through the large revolving doors, we were greeted by the lady at the front desk. "Hi, welcome to Atlas Incorporations." After being greeted, the lady quickly noticed that it was my dad. "Oh, hi there Steve! Great day isn't it?" She asked with a large smile on her face.

  "It is Gloria. I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Isabella. She is here to begin an internship for me and the company."

  Gloria, the secretary, looked at me with a cheerful smile. "Well, hi there, Isabella. Are you excited to work at this wonderful company?" She asked with delight. Gloria seemed like a woman that was never upset. She was a great person to have at the front desk, seeing as she seemed to brighten the room with her happiness.

  "Yes, ma'am. I'm very excited to begin working for Atlas Incorporations," I responded with a smile on my face.

  Gloria looked at my father. "Well, she seems well trained, Steve," said Gloria while chuckling.

  "I guess, she takes after her father," said my father while smiling and putting his arm around me.

  "Yeah, but she is actually pretty," smirked Gloria.

  "Ouch," said my father as he laughed.

  Gloria turned her eyes in my direction. "Have you ever met the CEO before, Isabella?"

  "She has been dying to see him," quickly responded my Dad.

  "Daddy," I complained.

  "Sorry, sorry!" Exclaimed my father.

  Gloria looked at both of us and laughed. "Don't worry, Isabella. Everyone wants to meet Mr. Adams nowadays. You wouldn't believe the amount
of fan mail he receives every day."

  I looked away nervously and thought about how half of those were probably my best friend, Jess's, letters.

  "Well, we were on our way now to go see Justin, actually. I wanted to introduce his newest employee," my father said with a proud smile as he put his hands on my shoulder.

  "Well, isn't this a special moment for you, Isabella. Don't let an old lady like me keep you waiting. You two go on ahead. I have to get back to work anyway."

  "Alright, it was nice seeing you again, Gloria," said my father.

  "Yeah, it was nice meeting you, Gloria. Have a nice day," I said, quickly following my dad.

  "It was nice meeting you, Isabella," responded Gloria with her permanent cheerful smile.

  I followed my Dad towards all the elevators. I looked around and took it all in. There were important people in suits walking around everywhere on their cell phones as they did their jobs on the go. I had never really seen a corporation in action, but it was definitely something memorable. These were the people that worked for Atlas Incorporations, the company that was one of the best in creating the newest technology. And at the head of it all was Mr. Adams, the man I would meet shortly.

  Stepping into the elevator I was overwhelmed by all the buttons to all the different floors. There were 63 numbers, and there was one extra one. My father scanned his key card and pressed on the button above 63 titled "Atlas Incorporations CEO". The man that I had waited to see had his own special floor that could only be accessed by a select few. One of those people happened to be my father. Lucky for me, I thought while smirking.

  "What's with the smile?" Questioned my father.

  "Huh? Oh, uhm, it's nothing," I blushed and stuttered, trying to find the right words. "Well, I'm just excited to see how it is working with the best dad in the world!"

  "Thanks, honey! Hopefully, you won't hate me after all the work I give you," he said with a booming laugh.

  The elevator continued to rise, and it seemed like it would never end. I looked at the electronic number that said which floor we were on and was surprised how much it kept changing. It didn't stay at one number for long which only meant that we were moving really fast. Yet, the amount of floors there were in this building seemed never ending. As we continued to wait for our short trip to finish, I felt the pressure of being so high up. I wasn't sure if it was from the altitude or if this was pressure was from meeting philanthropist, Justin Adams. I felt my heart pound as I continued to look around the elevator.

  Ding. "Floor Atlas Incorporations CEO," spoke the robotic female.

  The door slid open slowly, and I was introduced to the large waiting room of one of the most important people in the world. I saw there were a few people already waiting, and began to show impatience.

  "Don't worry, Izzy. I know Justin pretty well. I already told him we were coming, so we'll just walk right in."

  We walked past the few other suits and walked through the large intimidating doors. As the doors flew open, my father and I walked into a large circular room with half of the walls being windows to the sky. At the far opposite end of where we entered stood a man. This man stood tall like the building he lay in and had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a scotch glass. He stood there, gazing out at the sky. But, after a quick few seconds, he turned his head to reveal a large smile.

  "Steve!" The man exclaimed. "It's nice to see you, friend."

  "Hey, Justin," said my father as he stepped towards the man to shake his hand. The man smiled as he shook my father's hand, but his eyes soon met mine.

  "And who would this be?" Questioned the man.

  "This would be my daughter, Isabella." My father presented me to the tall man. "Isabella, this is Mr. Adams."

  "Hi there, it's a pleasure to meet you," said Mr. Adams while he kept the large smile on his face. He brought his hand out to shake mine, and I complied. As I did so, I felt as if he moved his eyes quickly up and down to take a good look at me.

  "I-it's a pleasure to meet you," I stuttered.

  "She's a bit nervous to meet you, Justin," my dad said chuckling. "She's a pretty big fan."

  "Oh, is that right? Well, I'm always glad to meet a fan of mine."

  I stood there in a triangle formation between Mr. Adams, my dad, and me. I wasn't sure what to do. Words could not come out of my mouth. I tried to find the right words, but it was futile. I had never met a man so powerful and so handsome. He was nothing compared to what I witnessed on T.V. Much as how I viewed his building from far away, up close it was a more spectacular sight.

  "I'm planning of hiring her as an intern if that's okay by you," said my dad, as he broke the silence. Mr. Adams turned his head from my father, towards me, and began to take a long hard look at me. He looked me up and down again, but this time his eyes moved slower. After bringing his eyes back up to mine, he let out large grin.

  "That's perfectly fine, Steve. She'll be a great addition to the team."

  "Thank you, Justin. I really just wanted to show her the place that I work, and I figured it could help her out in the long term."

  "It's no problem, really," laughed Steve. "I completely understand."

  "Alright, well, I guess we'll be going now, Justin. My daughter just really wanted to meet you, but I think we can go begin our work." My father shook Mr. Adams hand, and I followed him. We began to turn and walk towards the door we came in through when Mr. Adams called for me.

  "Isabella." I turned around along with my father. "If you want, you can work with me today. I can show you everything there is to the company, and give you a tour if you would like." I couldn't believe what Mr. Adams was saying. This man who ruled up in the sky was giving me a chance to rule with him for a day. I looked up and down Mr. Adams the same way he did to me. I went from his chiseled jaw to his wide shoulders, and to his wonderfully proportioned legs. I couldn't miss a pass like this. My friends would be completely jealous if I told them that I got to work with billionaire Mr. Adams for a day! I turned my head and looked at my father for his approval.

  "You should take his offer, Izzy. This is a great opportunity to learn from a really successful man," my father said as he gave me a nod of approval. I couldn't help but begin to let out a large smile that could be seen from miles away.

  "Okay, Mr. Adams, I would be glad to work with you today!" I exclaimed as I looked at him with a cheerful smile.

  "Perfect," he responded with the same cheerful smile.

  "Alright, well I guess I'll leave you to it," my Dad said as he left the room. After he finally left the room and closed the doors, I turned around to take a look at the older man that was a few feet away from me. He continued to let out his smile, but now it was more of a smirk.

  "Would you like to take a look at the view, Izzy? I hope it's okay if I also call you by Izzy."

  "It's no problem, Mr. Adams," I told him with a submissive look as I walked over to him by the window.

  "Please," he said chuckling. "Just call me, Justin. Mr. Adams just sounds too formal. I hope we can be good friends going out from here."

  I gazed into Mr. Adam's eyes as he told me he wanted to be my friend. Was he serious? Was he really willing to be a friend with a younger girl like me, let a alone just a random intern? There was something about Mr. Adams that just seemed to make me special in his eyes.

  "Take a look, Izzy," he told me as I realized I was staring at him for too long. I whipped my head towards the window in embarrassment and nervously looked out the window. I didn't begin to realize how high up we were until now. Looking down, not only were people and cars so small, but so were the other buildings. Mr. Adams building was not only the tallest in the city, but the tallest in the world. Being up here made the world look that much different.

  "It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" He asked me as he put his hand on my lower back. I began to heat up as Mr. Adams touched me. My heart raced and I began to crimson from the fact that billionaire Mr. Adams was touching me now. The man that I had al
ways only seen on T.V. accepting awards or on late night T.V. shows had his hand on me. I turned my gaze from the skies he ruled over to his eyes. His blue eyes very much resembled the blue skies of today.

  "Yes, it's very beautiful," as I responded as I was mesmerized by his rugged look. We stood there, staring into each others eyes as his hand was on my back. He brought himself closer to me now, our faces only a few inches apart. I felt his hot and delicious breath now on my lips. I licked my lips in anticipation. He brought his lips now closer to mine, but not all the way. I finally reciprocated and applied my lips onto his. He exhaled deeply between every kiss, almost as if he was holding this back for years. With every kiss, he commanded me. I kissed him back and did as his lips commanded me. He began to dance his tongue inside my mouth now as he put his hands on my head to hold me steady. I wrapped my hands around his slim but toned waist as he continued to enchant me with his wonderful lips. He moved his lips from mine and to the left side of my neck. I tilted my head as he commanded me, and I felt my heart begin to pound harder as billionaire Mr. Adams began to take me. As I let him continued, I opened my eyes to see a picture on the table of him and my father.

  "Wait," I told him as brushed him off of me to speak to his face. He gave me a puzzling look, and I gestured towards the picture on the table. "I don't think we should do this, Mr. Adams. You're my Dad's boss. It would just be wrong." He let out a large sigh as he turned from his desk to face me again.

  "Isabella. What your father doesn't know won't hurt him. As far as he knows, I'm teaching you about my company. And what better way to get to know my company than by getting to know me," he told me as he smirked. Before I could respond to his statement, he turned around and walked towards his desk that lay a few feet away. He placed his hands on the picture, and gently put it faced down so that the photo was no longer visible. He brought himself closer, yet again, and placed his hands on my waist. He began to apply his lips to my neck again, and I tried to fight back, but it was too much. I let him enchant me with his soft lips that he kept using as he went down my neck. I couldn't deny that I wanted the sexy man in front of me. Millions, hell, even billions of girls would kill to be in the situation that I'm in right now. Sure, he was my father's boss. But, he was also Justin Adams, the powerful billionaire.