The Billionaire’s hidden desire

“Does this place strike you as a strip club?” Aidan’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, his icy demeanor a stark contrast to the opulence of his office. He regarded Julia, his newly hired secretary, with an expression that revealed nothing but annoyance.

Julia's cheeks flushed, the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck. “I don’t understand, Mr. Norton,” she stammered, shifting nervously under his unwavering gaze. She adjusted her blouse, where one button hung open, revealing a glimpse of her skin. The hem of her skirt was noticeably short—a conscious choice she had hoped would catch his eye. But now, she felt like a fool, her plan unraveling before her.

“In this company, we uphold a dress code,” Aidan continued, his tone dispassionate as he gestured toward her attire. “Yet, for reasons I cannot fathom, you’ve chosen to ignore it and display what you call… assets.” The disdain in his voice made it clear he found her efforts unimpressive.

“I thought it looked nice,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a hint of desperation threading through her words. She had envisioned this moment differently, hoping to capture his attention for all the right reasons. Instead, it felt as though she were being stripped bare by his piercing gaze.

“Is there a specific reason you’re leaning over my desk?” he pressed, the edges of his voice sharpening, scrutinizing her every movement with cold detachment.

“Sir, I would do anything you command,” Julia said, her hands sliding onto Aidan’s shoulders in a bid to entice him. She leaned in closer, searching for any flicker of interest in his cold blue eyes, but found only a wall of indifference.

Aidan recoiled slightly, his expression hardening further. “Remove your hands immediately. Your kind has destroyed too many strong men, and I have no desire to join their ranks.” His voice was like ice, each word deliberate and cutting.

Julia’s confidence faltered, but a glimmer of hope lingered. “Mr. Norton, I can give you pleasure beyond what you can imagine. Just give me a chance,” she implored, her tone laced with seduction as her heart raced, desperate to ignite a spark in him.

His irritation ignited into a simmering fury. “I do not mix business with pleasure. And even if I did, you wouldn’t be my type. Now leave my office.” The finality in his voice brooked no argument.

Color drained from Julia’s face, but desperation clawed at her resolve. With boldness born from frustration, she removed her clothes, revealing her flawless curves—her perfect breasts and toned body, crafted to incite desire. Yet, Aidan remained seated, watching her as if this was an everyday occurrence, his expression a mask of indifference.

“Are you deaf? I said, get out!” he commanded, his voice resonating with an authority that echoed off the polished walls and drowned out the remnants of her boldness.

Embarrassed, Julia snapped, “What is wrong with you? Can’t you see what I have to offer?” She gestured to her body, her voice trembling with a mixture of indignation and humiliation.

Unperturbed, Aidan reached for his phone, dialing Noah with swift precision. “Get in here now,” he ordered, maintaining eye contact with Julia, unfazed by her state, his detachment chilling.

A moment later, Noah rushed in, his eyes widening at the sight before him—a naked woman in the presence of his boss. The shock on his face was palpable, yet he quickly schooled his features, glancing nervously between Aidan and Julia.

“Escort her out of my sight and find me a new secretary,” Aidan ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. “Make sure it’s a male. I have no patience for female creatures and their schemes.” His tone suggested that he found the whole episode beneath him.

Noah nodded, still processing the absurdity of the situation. “Of course, Mr. Norton,” he said, suppressing the urge to gawk as he waited for Julia to hastily cover herself , his heart racing at the surreal scene he had just witnessed.

“Interview him yourself,” Aidan said, his tone cold and unwavering. “If I find him incompetent, then I won’t just fire him; I’ll ensure you join him on the chopping block.”

Noah felt a chill run down his spine at Aidan's words. Having worked for him for a long time, he knew that Mr. Norton wasn’t joking. The man was notorious for his ruthlessness, and he had no qualms about making examples of those who failed to meet his standards.

“Understood, sir,” Noah replied, suppressing a shiver of apprehension as he imagined the consequences of failing to find a suitable replacement. Aidan's reputation for being unforgiving in matters of business was well known, and Noah had witnessed firsthand the fallout of others who had failed him.

As the door closed behind them, Julia’s muffled sobs of rejection echoed in the hallway, a haunting reminder of her failure. But Aidan’s focus returned to the reports on his desk, the chaos of the encounter forgotten, swallowed by the relentless demands of his empire.

Aidan leaned against the cool glass, his fingertips trailing absently along its surface. The nights had grown longer, darker, each one pressing on him with a weight he had long learned to bear but now found harder to ignore. He had always accepted this solitude as the price of greatness, a sacrifice made willingly in the pursuit of power and success.

He had risen above them all, his ambition unrelenting, but now, in the stillness of the night, that ambition felt hollow.The empire he had painstakingly built now felt like a gilded cage, and the relentless demands of running two companies only tightened its grip.

His phone buzzed on the marble counter, the sharp sound cutting through his thoughts. Aidan crossed the room, his steps measured, his expression unreadable. He picked up the phone, his eyes narrowing as the familiar name flashed on the screen.

"Yes, Noah?" Aidan’s voice was low, clipped.

"Mr. Norton," came the smooth, professional voice on the ot