Dad's CEO Boss: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 203)

or anybody interfering with the way I do things. It’s gone on for too long as it is. If anyone’s got no confidence it’s me, no confidence in you or your fucking board,” I hear myself telling him quite calmly by now, feeling some of the Parker steam returning to my pipes, the valves working again.
My machinery back online.
As it should be.
Alex is wheezing, trying to catch his breath. I don’t think anyone’s ever spoken to him like that in his whole life, but I’m gonna stick by my word and I’ll cut down the next prick who tries to get between me and Chrissy… the next prick who tries to tell Logan Parker how things should be done.
I hang up the phone gently, feeling my whole body relax. A little pain rushing through my muscles after I realize how long I’ve been so tense.
“I should’ve just taken you to bed, baby. Locked the door and…” I say aloud, my voice catching in my throat.
The gravity of not having her being here dawning on me.
I turn on my heel and head for the door. I know where she’s headed, where she’s most likely to be.
I should probably tell her dad the good news anyway, he’s the new head of Public Relations, best point him in the right direction too, get him set up with some staff, a meeting.
People love meetings.
Now, I remind myself.
I’m gonna go claim my girl. I’m gonna take us both away from this place for a while. Long enough to spoil her and tell her everything, make sure she doesn’t ever doubt me enough to think she has to leave ever again.
I could take my private elevator, but I think the time for Logan Parker lurking in the shadows has come to an end. I’m the boss and it’s about time people around here remembered that.
I straighten my tie and lifting my head a little higher, stride towards the open elevator outside my office, catching sight of someone as they open a stairwell door.
“Evelyn?” I ask, stepping from the open elevator towards her, my hands out.
She looks like she might be about to faint.
“Mr. Parker!” she exclaims, smiling and flushing bright red, grateful when I let her rest her hands against my forearms.
“Are the elevators not working?” I ask her, worried about her color and heavy breathing.
“No, just… getting in… my daily… steps…” she assures me.
“But it’s...the girl...I came about...Mr. Parker… I saw her down there… she’s in a… awful state… worried sick I’d say…” she heaves, a mischievous glint in her eye.
I feel myself swallowing hard, grateful there’s still real employees left in this company.
Grateful for people like Evelyn.
“What did she say?” I ask her, almost grabbing her by the arms.
“I told her to get her ass right back to you… Sir...” she says, smiling broadly and patting my arm.
I smile myself, finally feeling the weight lifting, and kissing Evelyn on the forehead, I tell her that once she’s recovered herself, to see about drafting a contract of employment for Charles Foster, the new head of Public relations.
“The girl’s father?” Evelyn asks, sounding not too surprised.
“That’s right, Evelyn, time for a shakeup around here. A new dawn for Logan Industries.”

Chapter Eleven
Chrissy
Leaving my dad, who has a few others surrounding him already once they get the drift of what’s happening. If he’s going to be their new boss, they’re doing all they can to make him feel welcome.
Or just kissing his ass, who knows?
Who cares?
I know where my place is, and it’s not on this floor. Not even with my dad anymore.
I shiver with excitement and just a little apprehension as I make my way back to the elevator, determined to find Logan and do whatever it takes to start over.
I had no idea the corporate world was so intense, I can’t believe I believed that moron Mike Collins even for a second.
I’m trembling all over as I punch the button for the very top floor, the button which has Logan all over it.
The ride up feels like a year and although I start to have my usual doubts and insecurities all over again, I clench my jaw and shake my head.
No. He told me I’m his, and dammit I told I am… there’s not a moment to-
The elevator swishes open and as if my own thoughts have become reality again, he’s there.
Waiting for me.
Sort of.
He’s standing by the elevator, pushing the button over and over with his finger, his eyes growing wide once he sees me, and then he does what I wished he’d done in the first place.
He steps into the elevator and pulls me towards him, shaking his head firmly to silence me when I try to speak.
The only thing I feel is his hands around my waist and his lips on mine, his mouth pressing so hard, so hot and wet it’s a command all of its own.
His body pressing against mine as his hands move over my back and up to my neck, instantly reigniting every emotion, every feeling, and of course, every need I have for him all over again.
He’s standing in the door just enough to stop it from closing. To stop anyone else from interrupting us but most of all, to keep us together like this for as long as he can, which I have no problem with.
I know in a second that I was wrong, that my imagination and low self-esteem, plus the lies of one person almost kept me from my destiny and I vow to myself and to Logan silently, to never let that happen ever again.
When he does stop kissing me, I try to speak, but he won’t let me.
His fingers on my lips and his forehead pressed against mine. The man is crouching over so much just to reach me he must be in agony.
“I’m taking you away from here, Chrissy, no arguments. If I didn’t make it clear enough… I love you and I want to make you mine, mine alone and