"I'm going to make a call. Her attorney is going to wish he never took her on as a client."
I nod, "Clive's been digging into her, I want as much dirt on her as I can find. She wants to ruin me? That's never going to happen. She's going to rue the day that she messed with me."
He nods, "We've got this, there's no way I'd have ever let her tarnish everything you’ve worked so hard to build.”
Neal started out as an attorney right around the time I broke out in this industry. I took a chance on him just as he took a chance on me. Since then he's been involved in every deal I've made. Nothing gets through without his consultation. It's the way it is, nothing is ever going to change that. I make sure that those closest to me are ones I trust and that have the best interests for me and my business.
"I appreciate that. I just want to ensure that she's ruined."
He nods, "Consider it done," he replies, getting to his feet. "Shall I send Wendy in?" He thinks he's trying to be subtle although it's anything but.
"Yes."
He smirks at me, "I'll call Soaring and get this on track. Once I'm back, we'll talk out the finer details of what's going to happen next."
"Sounds good. Clive should be here by then too."
He leaves the room and within seconds Wendy's walking into the room. "Close the door behind you, please?" I ask her and she slowly closes it. I hit the button on my desk and the door locks and the windows frost, ensuring no one can see or hear what's going on in my office.
"What's going on, Jameson?" Her voice is soft and uncertain.
"Come here." I wave her over, moving my chair backward, I make room so that she can sit on my lap. "Please?"
Her heels click against the floor as she makes her way over to me. "Talk to me, Jameson, what the hell is going on?" Her hands wrap around my neck as she sits on my lap.
“Neal’s here because Lissa has made an accusation."
She releases my neck and shifts on my lap, "What accusation?" Her voice is full of steel.
"She claims that I made a pass at her, one that she rebuffed..."
Wendy snorts, "Yeah right. If you made a pass at her, she'd be on her knees quicker than you can say please."
I shake my head, "She claims when she rebuffed me, I made sexual advances toward her."
"I'm sorry, she said what?" Her body shakes with rage, "Jameson, what the hell? What is wrong with her? She can't go around saying things like that. What if that got out? She could potentially ruin you, ruin everything you've built."
I rub her back in hopes of calming her down. "Baby, Neal has been working on this."
"Well, what's he doing? Is there a way we can stop this going to the press?"
"Neal has it sorted, his wife works for the Globe. Lissa showed up there this morning in hopes of selling her story. Rolina recorded their conversation. She has Lissa on tape saying that I rebuffed her. She slipped up, and Neal's going to ensure that everything she says will never be heard."
"Why do people do things like this?"
I shake my head, thinking of Callum's predicament too. "I have no fucking idea. Women are fucking crazy."
She slaps my chest, "Not all women and men are freaking psychos too. If someone doesn't want you, then you should have some dignity and move the hell on."
She rests her head against my chest and I kiss her cheek. "It's going to be okay, Wendy."
"I know, but I feel helpless." she admits. "There's nothing I can do, I have to sit back and watch it play out in front of me. I hate it. I hate that she's trying to hurt you, that she'd stoop so low as to make disgusting accusations against you." She shakes her head, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do."
"Nothing, baby. There's nothing you can do. Neal and I have it covered. She's going to get what's coming to her."
"You must be tired, you hardly slept last night. You were awake until at least three, and then you were awake at six." She turns to face me, "Not to mention you tossed and turned more times than I could count."
I kiss the edge of her nose, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
She shrugs, "It's okay. I don't mind. Do you want me to cancel the rest of your meetings for today?”
I nod, “That’ll be good, baby. I’m not sure how long this is going to take.”
“Okay, do you want me to have some food delivered? You’ve not eaten today.”
I smile, since she started working here, she’s always had croissants or bagels waiting for me when I enter my office along with a coffee. Except for this morning as she arrived at the office with me. “Sure.”
She rises from my lap, “Okay, I’ll get something delivered, I’ll get Neal something too, no doubt that man will need it.” She places a kiss against my lips. “If you need anything…”
She lets the words linger between us. I reach for her and pull her back onto my lap. “I always need you.” My cock strains against my pants, “I wish I could bend you over this desk and fuck this day away.”
She groans as she grinds against my cock. “Jameson, one day when all this crap is over and done with, I’ll let you bend me over this desk.” She gets off my lap and moves out of my reach before I even have a chance to realize what she’s just said. “I’d better get back to work. I don’t want my boss to be angry.” She smiles sweetly at me before blowing me a kiss.
Nothing really has changed with our working dynamic, I don’t think it will either. I check my emails, I’m awaiting an email reply from Richard Hatch, I sent him the details of the proposition of him meeting with my Beta team.
There’s a knock at the door, glancing in that direction, I make out the outline of two men. Clive must be here too. “Enter.”
They walk in, both with different expressions on their faces. Neal, one of triumph, whereas Clive looks pissed.
I sigh, “Take a seat.” I instruct them, this is going to be a long day.
Seventeen
Wendy
It's been three weeks since Lissa made those accusations against Jameson and since then, he has made her life a living hell. He has spread the word that she's on his do not fly list. Basically he's made it virtually impossible for her to get another job as a flight attendant. I feel guilty, I know I shouldn't but I was the catalyst for her to go kind of crazy. She should never have gone after Jameson and when she did, there was nothing I could do. Before that, he was content with having fired her.
He hasn't stopped there though, he's bought the apartment complex that she lives in. When I found that out, we had an argument. Yes, she's done wrong but what Jameson is doing is deplorable. As much as he has a thirst for revenge, I’ve told him that I don't agree with it, not to the extent he has gone to. I haven't asked what else he's done, I'm honestly scared to find out.
My phone vibrates against the desk, glancing down, I see that I've got an email from Jameson. The subject line says urgent. I unlock my phone and read the email, wondering what's so important that he couldn't call?
Ms Evans.
Please come to my office, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.
Jameson Theroux
CEO of Fractions Limited.
My pulse races, what the hell? Whenever Jameson emails me it's always professional. I quickly grab my notepad and pen making my way into his office. My heart is pounding so fast that I'm scared it's going to break through my chest.
"Is everything okay?" I ask breathlessly as I enter his office.
"Yes, please close the door behind you and take a seat."
I'm now really worried, since Jameson and I became a couple, he's never been this professional with me. When we have meetings they're informal but I still take them seriously as we both have jobs to do. So him speaking to me like this, has me wondering what's happened. Am I being fired?
I close the door, immediately hearing it lock. The glass frosts over. I glance at Jameson, his face is void of emotion. This is weird. Swallowing, I walk toward his desk. "Jameson, what's going on?"
A smirk forms on his
face, gone is the seriousness and in its place is pure mischief. "Ms Evans," he says gruffly, pushing away from his desk.
I forgo sitting on the chair, instead walk over to him and sit on his lap. We've only sat like this once, and we both agreed we wouldn't do it again. My hands go around his neck. "Jameson, what's happening?"
His hands grip my waist. "It's time for your performance review." His voice is thick with lust, his cock growing beneath my ass.
I raise my brow, I realize there's no way he's being serious right now. I grind my ass against his cock and his eyes flash with need. "Wendy," he growls.
I glance at his face, my hand brushing against his cheek, "Yes?" I ask sweetly.
He shakes his head. "I know what you're doing."
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" I ask as I move so that I'm straddling him. Thankful that I wore a gypsy skirt this morning. Usually all my other skirts are tight, there's no way I'd be able to sit like this.
"You're playing with fire."
I grind against his cock once again. "I like the heat," I whisper against his ear, placing a kiss on his neck.
"I'm barely holding on, Wendy. We agreed."
I shrug, "I've no idea what you're talking about." I'm trying my best to sound innocent.
"Of course not, but if I were to take my cock out, you’d be all over it, wouldn’t you?” I can’t help but squirm on his lap, heat pooling in my panties. He smirks and I’d love to wipe it off of his face. “I bet my company that if I let you down on your knees, taking my cock into your mouth, you’d be absolutely soaked.” He raises his eyebrow, daring me to disagree but I can’t. Giving him a blowjob drives me wild, I’ve never kept that a secret, he loves what it does to me. There’s nothing more erotic than making your man happy and Jameson loves when I go down on him. His fingers skim my thighs, it takes every bit of willpower I have to not squirm in his lap. "Wendy, I need to fuck you." His voice is husky and I lean my head back against him. "Wendy?" He questions.
"Jameson." I moan, "I love you but we agreed, we'd keep work and our private life separate." I'd love nothing more than for him to bend me over his desk and fuck me until I'm weak and sated.
"I know we did," he says softly, pressing his cock against my ass. "Tell me no and I'll let you get back to work." I shake my head, he's an ass, he registers that there's no way that I'm ever going to tell him no. I'm way too worked up to turn him down. "Hmm?" he whispers against my ear, "Are you going to tell me no?" He nips at my earlobe.
I whimper, "No."
"Then bend over." He instructs, helping me up off his lap. I don't even hesitate, I make some room on his desk and bend over so that my ass is in the air. He lifts my skirt, smacking my ass in the process. "Step out of your panties," he says, his voice deep and thick with lust. I'm putty in his hands, whatever he'll ask, I'll comply. When we're together like this, he has total control over me. There's no way that I could ever deny him. I love the way he takes charge. "Beautiful," he whispers, his hands on my hips as he thrusts slowly into me.
I moan as he inches into me. "Jameson, please don't tease me. Not here." I beg, I need him. "Please, Jameson." I beg once more.
"Tell me, what do you want?" he asks, I'm pretty sure if I were to turn my head, he'd have a smirk on his face.
"I want you to fuck me like there's no tomorrow," I say breathlessly as he thrusts into me fully.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" His voice’s tight. Only once has he let completely go of his control and fucked me senseless. I was weak for hours afterward but it was the best sex I've ever had.
"Yes, please, I want all of you."
His fingers caress my hips, "You have all of me, always." He withdraws and thrusts back inside of me hard.
It hurts, it’s a good hurt, he’s so deep inside of me. "More." I beg.
His grip gets tighter on my hips and he pounds into me. All of his control gone. My moans begin to grow louder as he fucks me harder with each thrust as if he can't get deep enough inside of me. My stomach hitting against his desk, adding to the pain.
"Jameson, can we move?" I ask softly.
He withdraws from me, I instantly whimper, missing the thickness of him along with the warmth of his touch. "Turn around, baby." His fingers at my clit, "Let me help you," he says once I'm facing him.
He lifts me so that my back is flat against the desk, he looms over me. A smirk on his face. "You're going to fucking love this." He tells me, his eyes dark with lust.
Hooking his arms around my legs, he begins to thrust into me again. "Yes." I cry out, he's deeper this way, he's filling me completely.
"Hold on, it's about to get better." He promises, a glint shining in his eye.
He pounds into me, I can't stop the moans that come and we're both panting but neither of us are showing signs of slowing down. I thrust back against him and he curses, his movements getting quicker.
"How close are you?" he questions as his cock swells inside of me. I don't answer, I can feel it building. "Give it to me, baby." He demands his fingers going to my clit. He pinches it and I detonate, screaming his name as I come. My vision goes black and I see stars.
"Yes, fuck, squeeze my cock." He's close, his tone clipped. He's barely holding on. He continues to pound into me, his fingers still playing with my clit. It's as though he's a pianist at a recital. He's going all out.
I'm barely down from my last orgasm when the next one starts to build. "God, Jameson." I cry as it continues to build.
"Greedy." He smirks, pounding harder and faster into me, the friction of my back rubbing against the desk is making it burn. "Again, give it to me again," he demands.
"Together." I whimper, knowing that I'm about to shatter into a million pieces.
"Fuck," he growls. "Get there, now." He pinches my clit and I once again detonate. "Wendy." He growls as hot liquid fills my pussy.
I have no clue how much time passes, I just lie limp against the desk. Jameson, still inside of me, both of us breathing hard. I'm struggling to get enough oxygen into my lungs. I ache everywhere, but it was so good. Jameson's got a bead of sweat coating his forehead, he appears drained and if he looks that way, I can only guess how I must appear.
"We should do that more often." He chuckles, the movements making me clamp around him. "Fucking hell, you're killing me."
"Don't laugh while you're inside of me then." I yawn. God, I'm so drained.
"You're insatiable, I found that out the first night I fucked you."
Heat rises in my cheeks as I think back to that night in Vegas. It's when everything changed, when I realized that I actually loved him, but I was so scared that everything would change. I shouldn't have worried, being with Jameson is the best thing in the world. I'm happier than I've ever been.
A knock on the door has both of us tensing.
"Shit. Who the hell could that be?" He exclaims pulling out of me. "I don't have an appointment." He frowns, "Do I?" He quickly does up his pants and fixes his shirt. Making him seem more like the businessman instead of the mused sexiness he just was.
I shake my head. "No, you don't, unless you booked one without telling me?" It's happened on numerous occasions, usually they'll turn up and inform me that they have an appointment and Jameson will tell me he forgot to mention it.
"I definitely don't have an appointment booked in. I had planned on finishing early. We're going out."
My eyes widen, "Out?" He nods, "Where?"
He smirks, "Now that would be telling." He helps me to my feet and pulls my skirt down, fixing it so that it's not twisted. "How do I look?" My hands go to my hair as I try and fix it.
"Utterly fuckable."
I gasp, "Jameson, that's not what I meant."
He smirks, "I know, you are gorgeous as always." He places a kiss against my lips and I melt into him. "Now get to work." He winks at me.
I shake my head, "You're an ass."
"You love this ass."
I giggle, "That I do." I open the door and am horrified to see
a red-faced Marian Lovelace standing there.
"I'm here for my appointment. I do not appreciate being left waiting. Especially while he's fucking the help." She sneers at me, trying to push past me into Jameson's office.
Oh no she didn't. How dare she? "While I may be the help, I'm also his girlfriend and I can fuck him whenever or wherever I like. You don't like that? Then get the hell out."
She splutters, glaring at me.
"Actually you should just leave, before I have you escorted out by security." I've had enough of her stalkish behavior, she constantly calls the office in hopes of talking to Jameson. I have thankfully been able to make sure that doesn't happen. The woman is crazy.
"You'll not have anyone escort me anywhere, and I will not leave. Not until I have my meeting with Mr Theroux."
"Ms Lovelace." I say through clenched teeth. "You do not have an appointment. You have thirty seconds to remove yourself from this office or I'll have no choice but to call security."
She crosses her arms over her chest, she's not going anywhere. Sighing, I turn to face Jameson, he's got a smirk on his face. "Call security." I tell him and he nods, picking up the phone.
"Hi Keeva, send security up please." He has a full-blown smile on his face, something that he rarely has while at work.
"Did he really just call security on me?" she asks in disbelief.
"Yes, he's had enough of your antics, Marian. Not only do you call this office three to four times a day, you show up downstairs when there's no need for you to. You and Mr Theroux no longer have any business to discuss." There's steel to my voice, she's pushed me too far.
"But…"
I shake my head, "But nothing, Vegas was the last straw for Mr Theroux. As for me, you've been a pain in my ass for too long."
The elevator dings announcing that it's at our floor.
"Marian, you come back and I'll have you arrested for harassment and trespassing." I inform her.
The color drains from her face as she walks toward the security guards. I don't bother watching her leave, instead I turn back to Jameson, that smile still firmly on his face.
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