Disclaimer: The persons, places, things, and otherwise animate or inanimate objects mentioned in this short story are figments of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead) is unintentional. The following post contains explicit sexual situations and is not intended for a public under 18 years of age.
“Chris, you
have to call the police. It’s insane,” I said, shaken by the apocalyptic vision
in front of me. Someone - and we both had a pretty good idea who - had
scratched profanities all over Christopher’s Range Rover before busting the
windows and setting the inside on fire.
He ran both
hands through his hair, visibly agitated.
“I don’t want
the local doughnut eaters to stick their nose into my business. I’ll handle
this.”
“You knew this
girl was batshit crazy?”
“Believe me,
that’s a whole new level.”
“What? You mean
it’s not the first time she’s gone insane on you?” I seethed. “After just a
couple of times?”
He closed his
eyes and massaged the back of his neck.
“Huh - It may
have been more than a couple of times.” His voice trailed off on the last
words.
“But you told
me… Fuck, how stupid am I?”
He tried to put
his hand on my shoulder but I shot him a murderous look, stopping his move in
its course.
“Ally, I didn't
lie to you. The minute I touched you yesterday, there was no turning back. I
told her this morning.”
“You cheated on
your girlfriend with me and now you’re asking me to trust you?”
“She never was
my girlfriend,” he muttered.
“Obviously!” I
said, pointing to the destroyed SUV. “Was she aware of that?”
“She wasn't my
girlfriend, she was my slave. It’s twisted. I don’t expect you to understand.”
His revelation
washed over me like an ice cold shower. I didn't really know all that it
implied. Most of the books I’d read on the subject had been written by women
who knew very little about the reality of the lifestyle, just the fantasy part
of it and the hero almost always turned mushy after a couple of mildly kinky
sex scenes, but somehow, slave appeared to be even more intimate than
girlfriend. My stomach instantly knotted and my chest tightened at the thought.
“Try me,” I
said, glaring at him.
“Do you require
assistance, Sir?” Mr Lancaster said and we both turned to look at him.
“Nothing much
we can do, Lancaster. The fire is already extinguished and we’re not calling
the cops.”
“May I call the
insurance company, then?”
“That won’t be
necessary. I’ll take care of it myself. Thank you.”
The prim and
proper butler turned on his heels and disappeared inside the castle. I was
boiling inside.
“Why are you
protecting her?” I hissed.
“Ally, calm down!”
I crossed my
arms over my chest and held his gaze.
“This is not
the time or place to have that discussion,” he said with a warning in his
voice.
“It’s as good
as any.”
“Okay, fine!”
He exhaled. “I met her about eighteen months ago. She’s into things I needed at
that time and I gave her what she wanted in return.”
“Such as?”
“Oh Ally,
please!”
I didn't want
to let go. I felt like I had to know, now.
“What happened
to ‘I love you, Ally’? and ’She doesn’t matter, Ally, because you’re the only
one for me’?”
“It’s still the
case. What happened to ‘We should stop living in the past if we want things to
work between us’?” Ass!
I wanted to hit
him, but slowly started to realize that he wasn’t that wrong. Whatever his
story with that psycho was, he had put an end to it even before we had our
discussion this morning. That says something about his feelings for me,
right?
“Okay, okay, I
get it,” I grumbled.
He crocked one
eyebrow and a smirk appeared on his lips.
“Are we a tiny
bit jealous?”
“Screw you!”
“Oh, Baby, I
much prefer screwing you.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair,
making any irritation I had left vanish as quickly as the snow on my car had
melted under the sun. “You have no idea how sexy you are when you’re angry.”
His seductive tone was enough to cause a delicious tingle in my lower abdomen.
I hugged him tight, needing reassurance.
"Everything
is gonna be alright, I promise."
“I’m worried
about you. What if she comes back and tries to hurt you?”
I heard a
rumble of laughter coming from deep in his chest.
“Have you
noticed that this place is a fortress?”
I pushed away
from him, frowning. Smartass!
“I risk
nothing, Ally. She’s just trying to provoke me. ”
“Provoke you?
What for?”
“Bluntly put?”
I made a
gesture, encouraging him. We were well past sugar-coating… or so I thought.
“She’s trying
to provoke me so I lose my shit, beat the crap out of her and then fuck her so
hard she passes out.”
My eyes nearly
popped out of their sockets. My whole body started to shake at the realization
of what they were both into. I saw his expression turn to concern, but I
couldn’t even form a thought.
“Are you okay?”
He asked. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said…”
I raised my
hand to stop his trail of words and started walking to my car.
“Ally?”
“I need to
sit.” I mumbled, mostly to myself.
In a couple of
long strides, he was behind me.
“I’m not
letting you go before we talk this out.”
I needed air. I
untied my coat, letting the fresh air cool my overheated skin and breathed in
and out, resting my head against the head restraint.
“I’m sorry,” he
whispered.
“It’s okay… I
guess… I asked for it.” I looked at his disconcerted face. “So, that’s what you
need? All we’ve done this weekend was just… the Walt Disney version.”
“No, not at
all. Please don’t believe that. I love you, not her, you.”
That managed to
trace a faint smile on my lips.
“Every
relationship is different. I don’t want to hurt you, not really.”
“Not anymore…”
I whispered.
“Look, Ally,
what I had with her, if you can call that a relationship, was twisted as fuck.
I wanted out for a while, but I had nothing else to look forward to and
somehow, she always managed to get me back to where she wanted me.”
“By making you
angry, so you lashed her?”
He nodded. “I
needed that at the time. I was so fucking mad at you, at myself, for letting
you make me feel so powerless.” He sighed. “She gets off on humiliation and
pain, and I mean, heavy shit. It was like a drug.”
I gasped.
“So, you...
need it.”
“No! Maybe it
wasn’t the best way to cope with what happened between us, but anyway, that’s
what I did.” He shivered. “That’s not what I want. I want to protect and
cherish you for the rest of my life and give you pleasure every day.”
“You’re
freezing. Go back inside, you’ll catch a cold.”
“I need you to
tell me that we’re okay.”
“We are,” I
said, as convincingly as I could. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “This
weekend has been emotionally exhausting, but I wouldn’t change anything. I love
you and it’s all that matters.”
He rubbed his
nose against mine.
“I love you
too, Baby, so much.” His lips, firm and tender, took possession of my mouth and
everything that wasn’t his breathtaking kiss vanished around us. Everything
is gonna be alright.
I pushed away
from his embrace. “Okay, okay, keep doing that and I’m never gonna leave.”
He shot me a
devilish grin. Damn sexy man!
“Goodbye
Christopher,” I said, closing the door and starting the engine. I cracked the
window open.
“I’m expecting
sexy underwear tomorrow,” he said.
“Maybe there
won’t be any underwear at all.” I winked.
He growled. Oh
God!
“Okay, stop it.
I’m leaving. Now.”
I made a sign
for him to go inside, but he shook his head. Before I crossed the gatehouse, I
peeked in the rear-view mirror and saw him, still standing on the porch, with a
smile on his face.
***
I needed time
to think and the two hour drive offered me exactly that. How could I get my
head around everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours without
getting dizzy? I was still startled by Christopher’s last revelation. I could
barely imagine what he had done with her and how far it could have taken them.
If that relationship had been addictive for him, there was no doubt that her
feelings for him were possibly as strong as mine. I felt bad for her. Losing
Christopher had ripped my heart open and I’d only had myself to blame for my
misery. Perhaps I would’ve gone insane too if he’d told me that it was over
because he was in love with someone else. Has he told her about me?
I asked Siri to
call Ursula’s cell phone through the car’s Bluetooth. I needed some girl talk.
Ursula and I had met in high school. She was the tall skinny blonde and I was
the chubby redhead, but we’d gotten along immediately. She was now editor in
chief of one of the world’s most renowned financial newspapers. She could make
big bankers and businessmen quake in their boots, but the party girl in her was
never hidden very far. It rang and rang.
“Hello,” an
apparently decerebrated woman's voice grumbled.
“Whoa, rough
night, Blondie?”
“Ally. Where
the hell have you been? What time is it? Damn, I have one of those headaches.”
“It’s almost
three. I take it that you girls went out last night.”
“You bet. I
called you. Where were you?”
“I had a… ahem…
business meeting.”
“On a Saturday
night? Spill the beans, girl, I want to know every dirty detail. Please let
there be dirty details. I need to know there are more than assholes in this
world. Oh, before you start, you want to know about the absolute worst lay
ever? It’s a quick one. Pun intended.”
I laughed.
Ursula had so many date horror stories that she could’ve written a book about
them.
“I’m all ears.”
“There was this
really cute guy. He says he’s a comedian, but I’ve never heard of him. Anyway,
that’s not the point. He was funny in a show off kinda way, but he kept the drinks
coming, so I thought: ‘This could be interesting’, you know.”
“I see.”
“So, we go back
to his place and start making out in the elevator. I was like: ‘Finally, I’m in
for a good fuck’.”
“What
happened?”
“He jizzed in
his pants before we reached his floor!”
I burst into
laughter.
“Wait, it’s not
even the worst!”
“Really?”
“He was all:
‘It never happened before, but you’re so hot’ blah, blah, blah. We reach
his apartment and he asks if I want to read his press file while he takes a
quick shower. I thought it was a joke, but he actually gave me a binder!”
“No!”
“The guy is so
full of himself, it’s ridiculous. Red flag number two. I should have run while
he was in the bathroom, but no, I stayed there like a tart to give him a second
chance.”
“How Mother
Theresa of you,” I giggled.
“Yeah, right.
So, he comes out of the bathroom in, I hope, clean boxers. He was really yummy.
Not overly built, but fit, you know. I was glad I stayed. We resume the making
out and go to his bedroom. I’m naked on his bed, seriously hot and he kisses
his way down so I’m like: ‘Okay, maybe you’re a little quick, but you’re good
with your mouth so far’. I try to encourage him downward, but he stops. ‘I
don’t go there,’ he says ‘I find it disgusting’. Red flag number three.
‘Never mind, just fuck me’. So, he takes his boxers down and enters me…
crickets.”
“What do you
mean?”
“I felt nothing!
Nothing! I’m not a hot dog down a hallway kinda girl, I mean I put my pinky in
there and feel something, but I couldn’t feel a thing. I almost ask ‘is it in,
yet?’, but he starts grinding and grunting between my legs till he shudders…
thirty seconds later.”
I was laughing
so hard, tears were running down my cheeks.
“You’re killing
me.”
“Wait, there’s
more. He rolls on his back and says ‘You’re amazing. I think I’m in love with
you.’ Gah!”
“Oh my God!”
“Seriously? I
couldn’t run out of there fast enough.”
We both laughed
out loud like teenage girls.
“I’m sorry that
your night turned out bad, but I needed the laughter.”
“Your turn now.
Please tell me yours was better than mine.”
“So much
better. I still can’t believe it. Guess where I was.”
“Don’t know. I
sure hope you were in bed with Gideon Cross.”
“Better than
that.”
“Better? Gideon
Cross and Christian Grey?”
“Kind of. I was
tied up in Christopher Harrington’s dungeon.”
“Fuck me
sideways! I just had an orgasm. The Christopher Harrington? And he has a
dungeon? You mean like the Red Room of Pain?”
“Not to start
an alpha male’s pissing contest, but I think his is bigger.”
“I’m so fucking
jealous right now… Is he up to the hype? I’m sure he is. How could he not be?
But I’m asking anyway.”
“You have no
idea! I lost count. Seriously, I’m so tired… and sore.”
“I hate you!”
We both giggled.
“Ally, are you
sure of what you’re doing?” She said in a serious tone. “It’s more than just
sex for you, I know that. I don’t want to see you go back into heartbreak
territory. I’m the one who picked up the pieces last time, remember?”
“I know, but
it’s different now. He loves me. He said it, many times. He even pronounced the
word marriage without flinching.”
“He did? Oh, my
God! You’re gonna be so happy and so well fucked, it’s gonna be indecent!”
“I know,
right!”
“I’m so happy
for you,” she sobbed, bringing tears to my eyes as well.
“Hey! Don’t
burst the dam, I’m driving.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
She sniffled. “No one deserves a happily ever after more than you.”
“You do too,
but thank you. I love you millions.”
“I love you
too, Sista.”
“Actually, I
have to go. I’m about to get into the underground parking.”
“Okay. We’ll
grab lunch this week?”
“Sure. I’ll
call you.”
***
My mother and I
were living in the same period building in one of the City's most prestigious
areas. Christopher and I had bought the beautiful 8-storey cream limestone
edifice overlooking the park six years before. It had required extensive
renovations to return it to its pristine original condition with a contemporary
flare, but we had sold each of the 68 units for a hefty profit. At the end of
the project, I had decided to keep one for my mom and one for me. Since it was
only a stone’s throw from our office building, it was a practical choice, only
a couple minutes’ walk in the summer and I could access by the underground in
the winter.
I took the
elevator to the last floor and, remembering that I had neglected my duty to
feed Snowflake, I decided to rectify the situation before going home and
forgetting again. Well done, Ally! It’s lucky you don’t have kids. You’d
probably forget to feed them too.
As expected,
the fluffy white Persian snubbed my arrival and I only managed to get his
attention once I put food in his bowl. He came between my legs, rubbing his
side against my calf.
“Oh, so now you
purr, huh?”
I put fresh
water in his bowl and checked the litter box.
“Aren’t you the
cutest thing, ever? You don’t even poo.”
Suddenly, I
heard suspicious noises coming from the other side of the apartment. I took a
few careful steps down the hallway, listening to the crescendo of grunts and
pleas. It sounded a lot like… No way!
I hastily
retreated, stifling a giggle and hurried to the door to make a quick exit. Oh
God! Sounds like the future newlyweds are in honeymoon rehearsals. How
embarrassing?! There are things that children, whatever their age, should
never hear, or see, for that matter. Aaron was more or less like my father and
I’m sure you could ask anyone, their parents NEVER had sex. Well, at least it
ruled out the bad feeling I’d had this morning about her getting cold feet
again. Looks like she feels pretty hot at the moment. Eww!
It had always
been my mom and I; ever since I was born. Only daughter of a hardworking, blue
collar Scottish-Canadian family, she had made her way to university and had
moved abroad during her last year of law school. She had worked as an unpaid
intern at a prestigious law firm between her classes. Her curvy body and fiery
red hair quickly caught the firm’s alpha males’ attention, but she only had
eyes for one. He was rich, or so he told her, handsome and extremely ambitious.
He seduced her pants off, promised her the moon and it didn’t take long before
he managed to get her in his bed. When he installed her in his cramped bachelor
pad a few weeks later, she naively thought that she had found her Prince
Charming. He didn’t run when she announced, not so long after, that she was
pregnant. He even seemed happy about it. To people pointing out that they
should get married, they both gave the “We don’t need a piece of paper…”
answer.
The more the
pregnancy advanced, however, the more distant he became. She bought his excuses
about working more so that he could become partner and afford to buy a dream
house. She would never have to work again... That kind of idiocy. She
thought it was probably her fault because with all the changes in her body, she
felt less attractive. She hoped that it would get better once I was born, but
it didn’t. He would go for days without giving so much as an excuse. He made my
mother beg to get some money to feed us once she had spent what little savings
she had.
One day, her
friend Estela knocked at the door, livid and put the newspaper under her nose.
The article, featuring a photo of the beaming couple, gushed over the
engagement of socialite and daughter of the renowned criminalist Sir Alistair
Barclay to the newly appointed partner in his firm, a young lawyer named
Lawrence C. Grayson, my father. My mother’s fairytale had come to a crashing
end. One would think that it had been the end of our problems with him.
Unfortunately, it had only been the beginning.
As I entered
the foyer of my vast apartment, I noticed that Noah had left a pile of
documents on the console table for me to go through before Monday morning’s
meeting. I couldn’t help but sigh. Glamorous life of a CEO, thank you very much.
The dark walnut
floor was one of the very few touches of color in my decor. I’d decided to go
all white, using texture instead of color to create a warmer space with
wallpaper, crown molding, wainscoting on the walls as well as silk, fur and
velvet on furniture and accessories. It was my retreat, an undisturbed space
and I loved it. First and foremost, I needed a warm bath. I just couldn’t
concentrate on anything with the odor of sex clinging to my skin. As much as I
wanted to keep Christopher’s smell on me, it constantly took me back to the
touch of his hands, the feeling of his mouth on mine and the sensation of him
inside me. I padded to my ensuite bathroom.
***
I slowly
emerged at the sound of a harp coming from my iPhone, becoming aware that I had
fallen asleep in an ocean of papers and plush white duvet. Monday Morning.
Back to reality. I stopped the alarm and the text message on my lock screen
made my heart swell.
‘Good night,
Baby. I love you X’
I rubbed my
eyes and stirred like a cat.
‘Good morning,
Handsome. I love you too. See you soon. Xo,’ I replied.
I was as
excited as a kid on the first day of school. I took a warm shower and grabbed
an extra proteinated breakfast to help me resist the appeal of those indecently
yummy pastries we always ordered from the French bakery downstairs when we had
meetings. The last thing I needed was to pack my ass with more fat, especially
now that Mr Gorgeous would see me naked on a regular basis. I debated the ‘no
underwear’ thing, but settled for my Chantelle Vendome bra and panties in
passion red. It would look great with only my burgundy Loubis. Just the thought
was making me feel naughty. I decided to wear my black business suit with a
skinny patent leather belt matching my shoes. I kept the makeup to basics, but
accented my eyes with a bit more kohl to give them a smoky, mysterious edge.
Our head office
occupied the six top floors of the 46 floor building that was my second home.
The steel and glass tower was the epitome of contemporary design and
Christopher’s most celebrated realization. Every time I walked toward it
reminded me of the man I loved and that morning was no exception. It was even more
intense, as if the world had completely shifted on its axis during the weekend
and everything had changed, but remained the same. It hit me at that moment
that it was only showing one side of him; the cold, heartless, inaccessible
businessman, completely different from the tender and loving man who had
finally revealed himself to me. I couldn’t wait to have him all for me again.
All the erotic exploration of the weekend had awoken my inner sex kitten and
she had become insatiable. How will I even be able to make it till lunch?
I was sitting
at my desk replying to an email when Noah entered my office and quickly closed
the door behind him.
“Sex God alert!
Christopher Harrington is in da house.”
My heart almost
jumped out of my ribcage and a grin split my face in two before I recalled that
we had agreed not to mention our change of status just yet. Okay, I told
Ursula, but it’s not the same.
“No offense,
but Damn! If there was any chance of this man being on my team, I’d be on my
knees before he finished saying ‘Hi’.”
I laughed
uncomfortably, a bit shocked by his boldness. I had to remind myself that it
was the usual Harrington effect. Panties spontaneously combusted in his
presence… and some boxer briefs too. I used to find it funny, never admitting
that he had the same effect on me; not out loud and especially not to my
employees. Over the years, we had all witnessed the procession of too many
smitten girls convinced that they were the future Mrs H, only to be replaced by
a prettier, sexier model-like babe a few weeks later. Why would anyone think
it’ll be any different with me? They’d probably wonder how he could’ve gone
that low...
“You should
have seen Megan at reception try to stop him from getting inside and then
liquefy under his stare. That was hilarious,” Noah said, oblivious to my
self-conscious reflexion.
“Oh crap, I
completely forgot to tell her that he was coming for the board meeting. Of
course, you didn’t offer any assistance...”
“Hell no! That
was way too funny. I don’t think she has recovered the use of her brain. Not
that it makes a big change.” You have a point.
“Well, hope she
can get those cogs to work again because he’s coming back.”
“No shit?
Really? How much do you bet that she’s spread eagled on his desk by the end of
the week?”
I choked on my
coffee. I would’ve normally replied that by the end of the day was more
accurate, but the thought was unsettling.
“Is everyone
here?”
“Yup, all
stuffing their face on Danish pastries.”
“Hopefully,
some will keep their mouth full till noon.”
“We’re still
talking about pastries, aren’t we?” He laughed.
I took a deep
cleansing breath and pushed to my feet.
“Let’s go.”
“Did you change
something in your makeup?”
“No, why?”
“You look
different. Hot.”
“Meaning I
usually don’t. Thanks.”
“No, you do.
It’s something else… Had a great weekend?”
The temperature
instantly rose by twenty degrees. Luckily, we entered the boardroom at the same
moment and he got distracted by Megan who apparently required his assistance.
My eyes searched for Chris. He appeared at the back of the room, his back to
the floor to ceiling window wall with the City in background. I thought I was
prepared to see him back in his natural element. I clearly wasn’t. Oh God,
give me the strength not to jump over the table and fuck his brain out with
twelve other people in the room.
He looked every
bit the urbane sex god I remembered being the master within these walls. His
perfectly tailored three-piece charcoal suit was accented by a silver shirt and
a matching tie that made his deliciously tanned skin glow, and his longer
slicked back hair still gave him a bad boy edge. I wanted to touch him so much.
All the cells of my body were screaming ‘Take me!’ in unison, but I couldn’t
allow my emotions to show in front of our investors.
“Hey, Pumpkin,
thought you were gonna bake us some cupcakes today,” the most disagreeable
voice I knew stuttered behind me. Do I look like I have time to bake?
I pasted a fake
smile on my face.
“Thought it was
your turn, Julian.”
He laughed once
and sat at his usual place. My phone vibrated on the table. I took it to check
the incoming text.
‘I’m so hard
for you right now.’
All the muscles
south of my navel contracted at once. My heartbeat spiked and an involuntary moan
left my lips. I took a deep breath.
"Okay,
everyone is here. Shall we begin?" I said loud enough to get their
attention. They took place at the oversized mahogany table and Noah slipped in
his seat next to me, his iPad ready to take notes.
"Good
morning everyone. Thank you for being here. You all received the agenda
proposal. I'll have a point to add at the end of the meeting. Do you have
anything else to add?"
No one
answered, but my phone chirped. 'I want to fuck you over the table as soon as
this meeting is over.' Damn!
I squirmed in
my seat and took a sip of my coffee to steady my voice. Peeking at Chris over
the rim of my mug, I saw him smirk at the other end of the table. Bastard!
"Okay,
then, the agenda is adopted. You also received the minutes from the last
meeting. Any modifications on page one?" While everyone had their eyes on
the page, I texted him, 'Stop it!!!"
"Page
two?"
My phone
chirped again. 'Are you wet for me, Baby?'
"Page
three?" My voice cracked. "Page four?"
"I have a
modification on second paragraph of page three," said someone I barely
acknowledged. I took the opportunity to answer Chris while Noah was taking
notes to make the adjustment to the document.
'Very.'
"Any other
modifications?" Our eyes locked for a brief moment and the dark blue gleam
in his stare was proof, if I ever needed any, that he was more than ready to
call this meeting over and get down and dirty on me. The feeling was all the
more empowering. "The minutes are adopted with modification. Now, in the
business arising from the minutes..."
Christopher's
phone rang. He excused himself and went out of the room to take the call. In
the brief instant before he closed his vest, I got a glimpse at the impressive
bulge in his trousers. I crossed my legs under the table. If I hadn't been
chairing that meeting, I swear I would've thought about eclipsing myself for a
quickie in the private bathroom. But with him out of sight, I was able to put
all my attention back on the meeting and proceed with the next point on the
agenda.
Christopher
came back during the presentation of the consolidated financial statements. All
his good mood and naughtiness seemed to have disappeared. I wondered what that
phone call had been about. The rest of the meeting went by without a hitch.
MacAllister was suspiciously quiet and I was starting to think that his doctor
had finally adjusted his medication correctly.
"Well, as
you've all noticed, Christopher is with us today after a rather long absence.
I'm very pleased to announce that his last project has been successfully
completed and that he will be back with us."
Everyone
applauded, visibly happy to have him back on board. He smiled.
"Finally
putting some order into the company," MacAllister roared.
I felt the urge
to smash my coffee mug into his smug face.
"Well,
Julian, if you'd listened carefully while Ally was going through the numbers,
you'd have noticed that our earnings per share have never been higher,"
Christopher snarled. That's my man!
"I thought
you had more important things to do, Pumpkin. Like planning a wedding... Oh
wait... isn’t it cancelled?" What? What an asshole!
My blood
pressure shot to the roof. What is he talking about? What does he know that
I don't? He's probably just bluffing to make me look hysterical in front of the
board.
I gave him a
sweet smile.
"I have no
idea what you're talking about. Maybe you can enlighten us."
The level of
discomfort in the room was palpable.
"You don't
read the newspapers?"
"I'm
sorry. I actually work for a living. I don't have time to go through all the
tabloids in the morning." Like you seem to do.
He swung a
folded one in front of me. "Here."
Trouble in
Paradise. Media mogul wedding cancelled? Just below was
a picture of my mother in an unequivocal embrace with... Triple shit!! I
knew it!
"Ppft...
Hope you don't believe everything you read in the press, Julian." I
laughed as if it was the most foolish news I had ever heard. "It's only an
old picture and dirty competition between media empires. Don't be a fool."
I held his gaze.
He had a
sneering laugh, but said nothing more.
I knew the
picture was real and he was very aware that I'd received the news as a slap in
the face, but at least I'd managed to save the appearances in front of our
investors. He had no idea of the extent of my anger and disappointment at this
moment. That fucking prick had done it again. Every time my mother was showing
signs of moving on, he had to put her back in his bed as some form of mental
cruelty. And she fell for it every fucking time.
"Okay. We
don't have a date set for the next meeting, so Noah will send a doodle to your
secretaries to plan it. If no one else has gossip to share, I think we can adjourn.
Thank you everyone. Have a good day.”
We shook hands
and they all made a quick exit, probably eager to go read the gossip themselves.
I grabbed my phone and tried to call my mother. It immediately went to
voicemail, so either she was already on the phone or she ignored me. I decided
against snapping at her in a message, so I texted. 'Have you seen the article
in the Star? What the fuck is going on?'
"Bad
news?" Christopher's voice brought me back to the here and now.
"I'm so
fucking pissed right now." I stood to show him the newspaper, but in one
stride, he was behind me.
He grabbed my
hair at the back of my neck and his lips crashed into mine. His tongue invaded
my mouth and I couldn't help but reciprocate. My whole body immediately came
alight. I felt his hardness against my ass, pushing into me. His other hand
lifted the back of my skirt and slid between my thighs, pushing my soaked
panties aside. Two fingers parted my folds and entered me. I moaned in his
mouth and grinded against him.
I pulled my
head away, panting.
"Door?"
"Locked,"
he growled. "I need to fuck you hard, right now."
"Oh, God! Yes."
I could think about nothing else. I was so horny, I was already clenching
around his fingers.
He bent me over
the table, still firmly holding my hair. He yanked my skirt up and my panties
down.
"Ahhh!"
I cried when his hand crashed against my ass. The pulsation in my sex only grew
stronger. I needed it so much and he knew exactly how to give it to me.
I heard the
sound of his zipper coming down and braced myself for his assault. He spanked
me again and positioned himself at my palpitating entrance. I was already out
of breath. The anticipation was killing me and he knew it. He spanked me again
and slammed into me. I almost passed out, letting a muffled scream out. He did
it again and again, slapping my butt cheek when he was almost out of me. Every
time his balls smashed against my clit and he reached the end of my body, it
sent me further into a whirl of sensation. I was so close.
"Hold on,
Baby. I want you to come with me."
He slammed into
me again and started to move at a ravaging pace, crushing me against the edge
of the table. My legs were shaking and I couldn't even think. My body started
to spasm and I bit my forearm to stifle screams as my whole universe got blown
away by a mind shattering explosion.
Christopher
collapsed on top of me, his raging breath in my ear and his hard length jerking
deep inside. We stayed like that for a minute. Or an hour, I couldn't tell.
"Oh, fuck,
Ally. I needed you so much," he said, tenderly smoothing my hair.
"Still pissed?"
If I'd had any
energy left to laugh, I would have.
"Not at
all," I managed to say. I couldn't remember a thing. My brain was fried.
"Good."
He kissed my cheek and let himself fall back into my leather armchair.
"There's something I have to tell you."
Oh shit, that
doesn’t sound good.
To be continued...
