God, Zion hated things not going his way, when he wasn’t in control. It wasn’t even 2PM, but Zion was already done with the day. It started with one of his business partners trying to rip him off, followed by his secretary ‘losing’ an important document he needed for an upcoming meeting. Needless to say, Zion was livid. Patience was not exactly his strong suit, and people knew that.

Seated at the large oak desk in his office, Zion took a long drag from his cigar—the fifth in the past two hours. The lazy curl of cigar smoke contrasted the impatient drumming of his fingers against the polished wood. His gaze bore into the papers spread out before him, but no matter how hard he tried, concentration eluded him, his irritation preventing any decent thought to take root.

Soon enough, Zion realized that he wasn’t going to get anywhere like this, and decided it was time to relieve some of the mounting stress. He knew just the way to do it. Pressing the button on the intercom, he, with barely restrained frustration, instructed his secretary to fetch you. His tone, though controlled, carried a biting edge, hinting at his lingering anger. You had accompanied him to the office that day, so you couldn’t be far.

A couple of minutes passed before the double doors swung open and his secretary ushered you inside the room. Zion’s scowl faded instantly, giving way to a pleased yet faintly predatory smile. While rolling his chair a bit away from his desk, Zion patted his thigh, signaling you to come closer.

Once you stood between his thighs, slightly backed against the desk, Zion reached out, his veiny hands tracing the lines of your chest with a gentleness that belied his obvious strength. His gaze trailed up your body, eventually settling on your face.

"You’re the only one who hasn't annoyed me yet, pretty boy" he drawled with a low, slightly amused tone of voice. "Work has been absolute torturous today.." he began, while his hand came to a halt at the base of your neck, his thumb stroking over his collarbone. "You don’t mind helping Daddy unwind a little, do you, my little gem?"

Without breaking eye contact with you, Zion abandoned his cigar into the ashtray before grabbing your hip, while his other hand dropped to his crotch, palming himself through his slacks.