“I want to fuck you again.”
I shake my head, “No, I’ve work to do and then you’re taking me out.”
He nods, “Yeah I am. We’ll leave in thirty minutes.”
I smile, giddiness building inside of me. “Okay. Love you.”
He winks, “Love you too.”
I close the door behind me as I walk back to my desk. I’m excited to find out where he’s going to take me.
Eighteen
Jameson
Eight months later
"Tell me again, what the fuck is going on with you two?" I demand, pissed that he's even contemplating this shit. "Look, Jameson, I understand that you're confused but Claudette is pregnant again."
Again? Is he for fucking real? "Have you spoken to Clive?" Clive only left fifteen minutes ago, he pissed me off, he and Wendy were laughing and joking. They were fucking flirting with each other acting as though I wasn’t standing there.
He glances away, "Of course you haven't because if you had, you'd have known that she lied to you." I take a deep breath wondering where the hell he's gone wrong. "Callum, how long have we been friends?"
He frowns, "Since high school."
I nod, "Exactly, since then have I ever lied to you?"
"No, what the hell are you getting at, Jameson?" he bites out.
"I have no idea what that woman has told you, but I can say for certainty that she's not pregnant, nor will she ever be. She's a fucking liar, and the sooner you realize that the better. She's taking you for a ride and for some reason you're buying into her lies."
I can't wrap my head around this. I want to find out what Claudette's got on him, she has to have something. There's no other reason why he'd be with her. I'm sickened by that woman. Who lies, not once, but twice about being pregnant?
"Jameson, I love you like a brother, but back the fuck off, yeah?"
I bite my tongue not wanting to push it further, as much as I'd love to tell him the truth, I honestly don't think he'd actually believe me.
"Good, now can we get back to business?"
My jaw clenches, "Sure." I'm fucking pissed, I need to call Clive and find out what the fuck that bitch is doing.
The intercom buzzes and I frown, I told Wendy that I was busy and wasn't to be interrupted. "What?" I bite out and instantly regret it.
"Mr. Theroux." She's always professional when I piss her off, "There's someone here who needs to meet with you. She said it’s urgent." Her voice is tight, and I'm instantly on edge. "Please."
"Who?"
"Lissa," she says quietly.
"No, hell fucking no. Turn her away, she's not coming up here."
"Jameson, please will you listen to her?” she implores.
"No I will not fucking hear her out. She fucking burnt you, not to mention tried to ruin my reputation. It's not happening, Wendy."
There's silence and I'm wondering what the fuck she's playing at. She knows there's no way that I'd ever want to talk to that bitch.
"Jameson, she's here."
I close my eyes and breathe, not wanting to say something I'll regret. I'm seriously wondering if there’s something in the water here, why the fuck are both Callum and Wendy acting so stupidly?
"Tell me you didn't just disobey me." I say menacingly, pissed that she's brought her to my office.
"Well technically I didn't. I had already told her to come up before I informed you she was coming."
"Technically?" I sneer.
My office door opens and Wendy walks in, slamming the door closed behind her. "She's pregnant and she wants to talk to you. I'm not a monster. I'm not going to turn her away, you do, and well that's on you but you will not make me do your dirty work." Her voice is full of venom, she's pissed but not nearly as much as I am.
"Maybe, you guys should relax, the woman can't be that bad." Callum says, his gaze going back and forth between Wendy and I.
"This is the woman who claimed that I had made sexual advances toward her."
His eyes widen as he stares at Wendy, "Shit."
"I'll be the fucking monster, I don't give a shit. That woman deserves it. What's she trying to do today? Hmm?"
"She wants a job. She has nowhere else to go and she's heavily pregnant."
"That's not my problem. Where's the father? Surely he can help her."
Wendy shrugs, "I’m not sure, I didn't ask. She looks horrible Jameson, she's lost so much weight, she shouldn't be that thin while pregnant."
I sigh, "Wendy, we're not a charity. That woman deserves everything she's gotten. I'm not going to clean up her mess. No way."
Wendy glares at me.
"I agree, with everything that woman's done, what does she really think Jameson's going to do for her? She doesn't deserve forgiveness nor his kindness."
She gapes at the two of us. "Both of you are heartless. I can't believe it."
"Get used to it. This is a business, Wendy," I growl, my tone hard, that’s the end of this matter.
Her eyes widen and I watch as pain flashes in her eyes. "Fine. Now if you excuse me, I'm finished for the day."
"I'm sorry, what?" I glance at the clock and see it’s not even eleven o’clock in the morning yet.
She doesn't even glance at me, "You heard me, I've worked hard, I deserve the rest of the day off. Especially, as I'm being treated as though I don't count. Have a wonderful day." She tells me opening the door and walking out.
I push my chair out from my desk and follow behind her. "Wendy." I yell after her, but she doesn't stop, she grabs her bag and goes to the elevator. Fuck.
"Mr Theroux." A sugary voice calls out and I turn to find Lissa standing there. "I understand that you're a busy man, but I'm asking for just five minutes of your time."
Glancing at her, I discern that Wendy was right. She's lost a lot of weight, not that she even needed to. Her bones are jutting out from her skin. She's like a skeleton. Glancing down at her stomach, she doesn't look heavily pregnant, in fact it appears as though she's only a few months gone.
"What do you want, Lissa?"
"Just five minutes. Please?"
I sigh, "Fine, but Mr Everlast will be in attendance, we're currently in the middle of a business meeting."
She nods, "Of course, how is Callum?"
I grit my teeth, she's way to familiar with him. "He's fine, now come in, you have five minutes."
She follows behind me into my office.
"Hey, Callum," she says huskily and I cringe.
"Lissa," he says full of disdain. I turn in time to see anger flash in her eyes.
Taking a seat at my desk, I stare at her. "What is it that you want?"
"A job. I need a job. I have no money and the baby's due in less than two months," she insists and fuck, Wendy's turning me into a bleeding heart as I'm actually considering it.
"Why should he?" Callum asks, "After everything you've done, why should he help you out?"
She crosses her arms over her chest, gone is the innocent victim act and in its place is an ultimate manipulator. "If he doesn't, I'll go to the press and tell them how he's fucking his secretary while I'm at home alone and pregnant with his child. Not only that, she’s a gold digger."
The fucking bitch. "Lissa, there's something seriously wrong with you. You need professional help."
She smirks, "Are you really going to say no? Knowing that I'll paint that whore of yours as a home-wrecking, gold-digging slut? Three million dollars and I’ll keep my mouth shut."
My fingers itch for me to wrap them around her neck.
"You really believe that anyone is going to take your word for it? I mean look at you, it’s like you're fixing for your next hit." Callum tells her, his voice hard, he’s seen her true side, I need him to find Claudette's true side too.
"I'm not a drug addict."
He laughs, "Of course you are. You’re scratching yourself, your fingernails digging into your skin. You're coming down off your last hit."
"You're taking drugs while pre
gnant?" I can't keep the disgust out of my voice. "Let me tell you something, Lissa. You thought you could get me once before and see how that worked out for you. Try me, I dare you. You think you're ruined now? You've not even seen what I can do yet. That was just a taste of what's to come." I promise her.
She smirks, "No one is going to believe you."
I smile, “Oh really? You know what they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. What do they say about a video? You see, Lissa, every meeting I have is recorded.” I nod my head to the side where the big black security camera is. “You go to the press, I’ll leak that video, you’ll be fucked.”
Her eyes narrow dangerously, “You’re an asshole.”
I laugh, “Yeah sure, I’m the asshole. It’s time for you to leave. If you even dare to step foot into my office again, I’ll end you. Do you understand?”
She huffs, “Yeah, I understand. Don’t worry, you can keep your whore.”
It takes everything I have in me not to stand up and backhand her. I don’t hit women, ever, but she’s pushing me.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.” Callum smirks.
She gives us her middle finger as she leaves.
“Dude, she’s fucking crazy.” Callum laughs, “Thank fuck, I don’t have someone like her in my life.”
I glare at him, “Are you serious?”
He frowns, “What?”
“Claudette’s worse than her. You need to open your damn eyes.”
He scrubs his hands down his face. “I’m not with Claudette, she’s just pregnant. I’m going to stand by her. I’m dating someone.”
“Who?”
“Amelia.” His eyes light up as soon as he says her name. “You remember the temp I had last month.”
“Has Claudette found out yet?”
His eyes narrow, “Yes, why?”
I shake my head, “Just curious.”
He stands, “Spit it out, you’ve got something to say, just fucking say it.”
“Fine, did Claudette tell you she’s pregnant before or after you told her about Amelia? I’m guessing after, about the time you told her you wouldn’t be sleeping with her anymore.”
His jaw clenches. “She’s fucking pregnant.”
“No she fucking isn’t.” I yell at him, he’s so blinded by her.
“Oh and how do you know that?”
I go to my drawer and take out the file that Clive gave me when he did a full background check on Claudette. “Here, read through this. You’ll soon find out why she’s not pregnant, and why she never has been.”
He scans the document and his eyes widen when he comes to the part where it says that Claudette had a miscarriage when she was eighteen, she had severe bleeding which resulted in her hemorrhaging and resulted in her having a hysterectomy. “Fuck,” he growls out. He turns to me, his eyes watery and in this moment I want to kill the bitch for putting him through this.
“What are you going to do?”
He shrugs, “I’m not sure, but she’s not getting away with it. Not this time.”
“I’m here whenever you need me.”
He nods, “Of course. She’s going to wish she’d never met me by the time I’m finished with her. We’ll finish this meeting next week?”
“Yes, call me.” I tell him and he nods, “I’m going to go home and see if I can get myself out of the doghouse.”
He chuckles, “She was trying to help, try not to be too hard.”
I laugh, “God, I’m taking relationship advice from you?”
He gives me the middle finger, “Fuck you.” He walks out of my office and I’m not far behind him.
I understand that I overstepped with Wendy earlier but she should have never sent Lissa up.
Nineteen
Wendy
“You bought new clothes.” I stop dead at his gravelly tone. “Not only did you buy new clothes, you got your hair done.”
Sighing, I place the knife down on the chopping board. I hate when he interrupts me when I’m preparing dinner. “Yes, I got new clothes and I got my hair cut.”
His breath is hot against my neck, “I like it.” He tells me as his hands circle my waist.
“I’m glad.” At least I won’t have to put up with him complaining about it.
“Want to tell me what that was about this morning?” he questions me, his lips hot against my ear.
I knew that he wouldn’t let this go, “Jameson, what happened to keeping our professional and personal lives separate?” I ask him calmly.
“Yes, but you were flirting with the man, Wendy… You.”
I cut him off, how dare he? “I wasn’t flirting with him.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says sarcastically. “I guess it must have been someone else laughing at his lame ass jokes. Not to mention you disobeyed my order, a direct order I might add.”
I turn in his arms, “Jameson, what was I supposed to do? She needs help.”
“Wendy, that woman burnt your legs, which by the way you still have two faint fucking lines from. Not only that, she tried to sue me for unfair dismissal. Then had the fucking cheek to makes claims that I had made sexual advances towards her. And you thought it was a good idea to send her into my office even though I told you I didn’t want to see her?” He’s breathing hard, and I notice the flicker in his eyes, something more happened when she went into his office, I can tell by the way he’s clenching his jaw.
“Jameson, she’s pregnant. She was so upset when I spoke to her, and she really needs a job to support her and her baby. She said that she wanted to fix things so that she could get her job back.” Her eyes were red raw, she’d lost so much weight since that day she burnt me. I’ve never seen someone look so destitute.
He chuckles, “You’re too damn soft!” He says with a shake of his head. “She wasn’t there for her job back, she was there to try and blackmail me. She came to my office to threaten me, she was going to the press to tell everyone that I was the father of her baby unless I gave her a job.”
I gasp, my eyes widening, what the hell?
“It’s not, I never slept with her. She said that if she went to the press about me being the father then my little gold-digger would be hurt. She’d paint you as a home-wrecker.” His hands on my hips tighten as does his jaw. She really pissed him off.
“Jameson, I don’t want your money.” I never have nor would I ever. That’s his hard-earned money and I make enough to support myself so I wouldn’t ever dare live off him.
His forehead comes to rest against mine, so much love in his eyes for me. “I know you don’t. Besides, I told that bitch that there are cameras in my office, everything is recorded. I don’t keep it a secret, all my clients are made aware that the room is monitored. If they don’t want our conversation monitored we go elsewhere. She knows that she’s fucked. If she even thinks of spreading rumors about me, she’ll regret it. I’ll have her arrested for extortion. So, Wendy, next time I tell you to do something, do it. That woman hurt you once already.”
Placing my hand on his chest, I lean up on my tiptoes and gently kiss his lips, “I remember, but, Jameson, did you actually see her?”
His hands around my waist tighten, “I did and I don’t give a shit. She’s pregnant, it’s not mine. So there’s no need for her to be in my office. When I tell you not to let someone up. Don’t. Let. Them. Up.” He emphasizes each word.
“I won’t, I’m sorry.” I kiss him again, and he smiles. “Am I forgiven?” I ask kissing him yet again.
He rolls his eyes, “Of course, but do it again and I’ll spank you.” There’s not heat in his words at all.
Biting my lip at the thought of him bending me over and spanking me, God, that sounds amazing. I lick my lip and he growls, I know exactly how to get him worked up.
“I see what you’re doing,” he murmurs.
I lean up and place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I te
ll him with a smile, placing another kiss on his lips, this time a little harder.
His fingers dig into my skin, “Yes you do, you’re lucky that fucking you is top on my list of favorite things.”
“Mmm,” I say, as my hands reach into his hair and tug so that he leans down to me.
His tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands go to the zipper on my skirt, “I’ll happily buy you a dozen of these. Your ass looks phenomenal in it.” As soon as he undoes the zipper, I step out of it, not wanting to ruin it. His eyes darken as he spots the red lacy thong along with the red heels that I’m wearing. “Red is definitely your color,” he says, before turning me around so that my hands are on the counter.
I yelp as his hand comes down against my ass. God, the sting from that swat feels good. My ass grinds against his cock that’s hidden behind his pants. His fingers hook in the waistband of my thong and pull it down past my thighs, before helping me step out of it.
“Wendy, this is going to have to be fast.” The sound of his buckle being undone sends tingles through my body. “Your friend is coming at seven,” he reminds me. Which is a good thing because I had completely forgotten. Glancing up at the clock, I note that it’s six thirty that gives us thirty minutes.
He enters me in one swift movement and I cry out with pleasure as I get that stretching feeling. It’s been a week since the last time we had sex, shark week arrived and Jameson had been in a foul mood the whole seven days. The last time this happened, I didn’t get sleep the first night he was able to take me again. He withdraws swiftly before harshly thrusting back in, I let out another cry as my body hits against the cupboard door.
“Marry me.” He grits as he keeps up this relentless pace, I’m breathless but with those words I’m speechless. “Wendy,” he says with a pant, his fingers digging into my hips as he continues to thrust into me.
“Marry you?”
He thrusts again, “Yes, marry me!”
I begin to slam against him as he thrusts into me, we’re in perfect unison. The thought of being his wife is a turn-on.
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