Boss Undercover: Part 3 (Boss Undercover Series)

by J. S. Badham

  “Zack,” she interrupted, surprised by her intervention as his eyes suddenly pinpointed onto her. She took notice of the lines surrounding the base of his eyes; it appeared he must have been getting no sleep.

  “Yeah?”

  ***

  Claire

  From the little time she had been within his penthouse, Claire had grown more at a loss. Each corner of the place was materialistic: grand kitchen behind her, large towering bookcases situated in what appeared to be the dining room to the left of her, and decorative ornaments all around the place that looked as if they been imported from continents all around the world. None of it fitted with her superstore décor.

  That was one of her other problems with the situation. How on earth were they going to make it work? Realistically, they were polar opposites on a scale, he rich and she an average worker. What could she expect but her independence slowly melting away? Would she even be expected to work anymore? Would he expect that of her? Those were some of the questions she was asking herself.

  And who would accept that they helplessly had fallen in love without accusations flying about of her just digging for money? Heck, yeah, Claire had been able to dismiss what people thought about her as a young adult, but this was a major thing. This wasn’t like that one college year when a few bitchy girls started a few rumours about her. No, this was different. Claire would care what people thought of her. It would diminish her confidence, make her more insecure, and slowly she would see herself falling out of character. She didn’t want to lose herself. Not her energy. So how was their romance going to work? And the lying? She knew little of Zack, really. She didn’t know who he really was. He could just be a really good liar for all she could tell. None of it was fitting well.

  So what was she going to say? Do? Why was she even here?

  And another thing: why was she so stubborn?

  But she didn’t speak. She didn’t say a word. She’d given up. Claire knew what she was doing, knew it was sly, but she couldn’t stop herself. She grasped the remote control out of his hand and switched off the television, ignoring the fact they’d spent a little more than five minutes attempting to get the thing to work in the first place.

  Placing it gently back onto the coffee table, she swept in front of him, slowly taking off her coat before removing her scarf, then putting both garments at Zack’s side, carefully. All this while, Zack did not utter a word.

  “Please.” She clasped both his hands as she held them apart. Claire stooped down as she slid down onto his lap and rested her hands on his shoulders. “Kiss me,” she whispered, running her right hand around the back of his neck. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear as she purred, “Fuck me, Zack.” Shivers shot down the back of his spine.

  He could feel his tongue drying with thirst and his friend below hardening, yet he was still baffled by her behaviour. It just didn’t feel right. “Claire,” he said, frowning slightly, distracted by how her body was grinding against him as she squeezed her hands onto his biceps. “Claire, you’re not thinking straight.” He bit his tongue at the striking sensation washing over him. She didn’t stop however and only continued to tempt him more, her teeth playing with the lobe of his ear as she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

  “Please,” she said softly, indulging him further into her desire as she slipped her right hand into his trousers, deliberately stroking his dick that was trapped by the black cotton of his boxer briefs. “Zack, I’m here. I want you to.” She pecked the corner of his lips.

  It just didn’t make sense to him. It didn’t feel like Claire. Something was telling him that she wasn’t thinking it through, but it couldn’t overthrow the driving power of lust that he had for the woman. Heck, how could he resist the way her body was pushing against his or that sensual, soft groan he’d swore he heard leave her lips at feeling him whilst he sat there, itching with impulse?

  “Clai—”

  He couldn’t finish his sentence as she slammed her lips against his, shoving her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. He didn’t know how first to respond, whether this was some sort of test or if he had completely just imagined all of this, but she was reluctant to let go, and so he echoed her drive back. Fisting his right hand through her hair as he deepened the kiss, he swung his hands towards squeezing her plump ass. God, she tasted so good. The feel of her hips between his grasp and that intoxicating scent driving throughout his nose beckoned him on.

  It intensified in a flash because all too soon he had her stripped, top off, dark green bra off, and her breasts on show. Hungrily, his lips took turns on each, biting on the best part, the cork at the end of a champagne bottle. Her response was stimulating to the ears; nobody could deny that, the way her body just roared with emotion.

  Zack felt her fingers unbutton his shirt before impatiently moving on towards his buckle. Without warning, her lips were around his friend, scorching every possible part of him. As she sucked, he could do nothing but groan, dropping his head back as he gripped onto the sofa as the exhilaration of pleasure overwhelmed him.

  He could have come in her mouth, but she pulled away all too soon. Zack had little time to think as she stripped off her jeans and stepped out of them wearing only her green lace knickers embroidered with red roses on the sides of the hips and began to tug at his trousers.

  Eagerly, he took control, standing up as he grabbed her in his embrace and slipped his hands down her knickers to either side of her hips as well as kissing her lips to quench her lust. She was so desperate that she took no time, jumping on him to wrap her legs around his waist.

  Carrying to her to the closest wall possible, which he soon realised was the window, given the condensation inflaming from behind her back, it did not stop either of them removing their final garments. Zack had no trouble removing her knickers, flicking them to the side like an elastic band, while all the while he held her firmly still against the window.

  “Zack…” she breathed, combing her hands through his hair before gasping at the abrupt action of penetration finalising their desire. Thrust after thrust, she could feel her heart pounding uncontrollably as she felt impossibly overpowered by it all. How on earth the window managed to remain intact against the thudding movement was a mystery, the sound of hot, sweaty skin colliding against the cool surface.

  Upstairs seemed more of a reasonable place to continue. His king-size bed, the sprawled duvet out on the floor and pillows thrown over the other side of the bed as she felt him grow only stronger as he picked up the pace. Every inch of him filled her entirely. Her fingertips burned on his skin, digging down onto his back and then clawing to his ass. Cries of ecstasy filled that room at its rawest. There was no trouble freeing herself as she felt her juices run wild across her thighs and mingle with his own.

  It didn’t stop there, and no sooner as he had her did he have her from the rear, to the side, and inflicting pure carnal growls as his tongue ran across her pussy lips.

  Something had driven Claire to madness, but Zack for that moment could not complain. At that moment, all he could think of was her. How much he loved her, loved how she was here. That mind-blowing feeling from out of this world of having her under his fingertips. Nothing could explain it. So he couldn’t argue.

  Three a.m. Outside rain thundered, droplets meandering down the pane of the window, and in the distance, the sound of a few car alarms shrilling loud. Claire gently sighed as she looked towards the ceiling. She couldn’t dwell on what had happened nor what she going to do but for that moment, she wanted to dream that everything between them was like the old times.

  Shifting her head to the side, she admired the way he slept, his arm draped over his temple and the soft tempo of his breathing exiting his mouth. He was beautiful. Her heart stung with love for him, but she couldn’t give it anymore justice.

  Claire sat up, moving gently as she lifted herself up off the bed. She was completely exposed and had to be until she gathered up her clo
thes from downstairs. She couldn’t stay. Claire wanted him to feel conflicted. Perhaps she even wanted to feel cruel, insert the physical emotion of how it felt to be played. She just was too wrapped up in all these emotions that nothing appeared to make sense.

  Taking a single glance back towards him as her hand lingered on the door handle, she pressed her lips together, feeling utterly ashamed but determined not to give in. As much as she wanted them, he had to understand it was for his own good. Their relationship was dead the second he’d told her who he was. And with that, she opened the door and left.

  ***

  Zack yawned, stretching his arms out in front of him as he adjusted to the morning’s brightness. He hesitated as he wondered if last night had really happened but was reassured when he felt it to be oddly breezy between his legs, and there was no way any of his other wet dreams could have beaten that affair.

  Strangely, he was anxious and a bit excited to turn over and see her lying beside him. Perhaps it was because he thought they were making progress or he was just eager to know she was there. Several questions popped up in his mind: was she still asleep? Was she wide awake smiling at him or wondering the same: had last night really happened? But when he turned over to his right, his smile instantly deflated, and the sight of an empty bed sat in his view.

  Maybe she was downstairs? The bathroom?

  He sighed, rubbing his temple as he sat up, scanning the room before laying his eyes at the centre of the bed at last night’s stain of love. He wasn’t imagining it then. Last night did happen. But where was Claire?

  Grabbing a t-shirt from out of the wardrobe and slipping on some boxers to at least make a more reasonable entrance, Zak began to make his way downstairs, hoping again that he’d see her somewhere. It was another disappointment however when there was no one in the penthouse.

  “Claire?” he said aloud, his naked feet slapping onto the wooden floor as he reached the bottom step. “You here?” Another walk around and still not a sign.

  Why would she leave? Was she not even going to make the effort to discuss last night’s incident? It pissed him off knowing she had gone up and left. They had sex. Surely, that made it more sense to talk things over.

  There was a knock at the door, summoning his attention. With only a little ounce of hope left, he wondered if it was Claire returning back from some coffee shop holding bags of greasy bacon sandwiches, but when he opened the door, it was only his brother, Jared, and friend, Kyle, exiting the lift.

  “Hey,” Kyle said, slapping Zack’s shoulder as he passed by. “Rough night?”

  “Something like that,” he mumbled, shutting the door behind Jared, who began to head for the fridge. “What are you two doing over here?”

  “We thought since you’re still moping about, you’d come out with us. We’ll make a day of it,” Kyle replied, thanking Jared as he passed him a bottle of beer. “Never too early for a beer. It’s five o’clock somewhere in the world.” He chuckled, clinking its neck to Jared’s.

  “Nah, I’m good. I got things to do,” Zack dismissed, picking up his trousers from last night from off the floor. “Just—”

  “Nah, ah,” Kyle interrupted. “We aren’t taking no for an answer. And I’d say you had more than a rough night. You had a battlefield in here. So where is she?” Kyle asked, analysing the room around him.

  “Who?”

  “Claire, I presume. I wouldn’t think you moved on that quick from that woman,” Kyle said before taking another swig of his drink. Jared agreed, nodding his head.

  “Who fucking cares anymore?” Zack grumbled as he flopped onto the edge of the sofa. “Can you see her about? ’Cause I sure fucking can’t.” Swatting his hands away, he dropped his head in defeat, feeling utterly miserable.

  “So it was Claire?” Jared reiterated.

  “Who the fuck else do you think I slept with?” Zack snapped. “She came over, I thought we were going to talk, but instead she jumps on me. It’s not like I was unaware how strange it was. But she was determined. And now, she’s gone up and left.” He was angered by the situation and how vulnerable it made him feel.

  “Well, shit,” Kyle cursed, lifting his brows up in shock. “That sucks. Why would—”

  “Sex, I suppose,” Zack spat, shaking his head. “I don’t know. It just annoys me. I could be looking at all this wrong and she just felt ashamed or bad, but she could have left intentionally. I just thought she wanted to sort this out. Y’know? I was giving her time. And then she turns up last night, and fuck, she’s giving me all these mixed messages.”

  “What you gonna do?” Jared asked.

  “What can I do? She’ll probably slam the door in my face when I try to go to speak to her,” Zack said, kicking his feet onto the coffee table. “You know what? Let’s just do whatever you were planning because I’m not cooping myself up in here all day.”

  “’Atta, boy!” Kyle enthused, slapping his knee.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Claire had spent the majority of her day with Darren, successful in persuading him to go to the park with her and get some fresh air. The rest of the day, she’d distracted herself from last night by grocery shopping.

  Carrying the two bags of food, she balanced them as she inserted the front door key into the lock. She turned it but was startled by how the lock was already open. She was sure she locked up this morning.

  A hundred percent certain that she had not left the door open, she crept inside and grabbed the nearest item—an umbrella.

  Holding it up in defence, she slowly walked in, vigilant for any sudden attack from either side. Knowing the light switch was a patch of wall away from her, she took a deep breath, calculating her vulnerability as she readied herself to attack.

  Then she switched the light on, and as her eyes caught sight of a figure sitting on the sofa wearing a black hoodie, she charged forward, screaming as she went in for the invasion.

  “AHHHHHH!” she yelled, launching the umbrella to thump down onto their head. But seconds after the eruption of sound entered the apartment from her outburst, the figure turned, well aware of her presence, and grabbed the umbrella, stopping any ultimate damage it may or may have not caused.

  “I’m gonna call the pol—” Claire cried, stopping short. “Zack?”

  “Well, hello, sweetheart,” he said, sarcasm dripping. “Where’ve you been?”

  “What the hell, Zack?” She frowned, shamefully looking away from him as she dropped her keys onto the side table closest to the front door. “I thought someone was robbing the place, dickhead.”

  “And I thought I’d wake up finding a particular someone next to me this morning. But we can’t always get what we want now, can we? Why did you leave, Claire? Why come over in the first place if you’re just gonna get up and go?” he challenged as he dropped the umbrella onto the sofa.

  “You’re not supposed to be here.”

  “Where else am I supposed to be? Huh? You can’t expect me to just accept the fact that you slept with me for digs because you sure as hell don’t look bothered. And don’t think I’ll willingly go along with that.” He paused, running his hand through his hair with frustration. “I love you, Claire, and I thought we were making progress. And yeah, okay…” He waved his hand about to make his point. “Sex doesn’t solve the answer. But that’s why you discuss things, not just up and go. So don’t go pointing fingers.”

  “I’m not,” Claire replied nonchalantly as she took off her coat and slipped it onto the coat hook. “So you can go now. Door is there.” She pointed her index finger to the apartment door.

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really,” Claire reiterated, pulling a face of exasperation as she picked up the shopping bags from outside the door.

  “Oh, this is rich.” Zack shook his head. “What? Have sex with me and push me aside? Like I don’t mean anything to you? Huh? You can’t just erase what we have. I don’t know what you’re trying to prove. Why are you being like this?” His tone dropped as
he softly pleaded. “We could talk this through, baby.”

  “I don’t care. So go.”

  Zack smirked lightly as he shook his head. “You know, Claire, you’re just being a dick right now.” He rubbed his hand against his slightly unshaven stubble. “I’ve done nothing but apologised, proven, or at least I thought I proved enough that I love you, and all you can do is fool me about.” Sighing, he paced the little space of floor. “I’m trying to give you time. And here you are,” he jabbed his finger at her, “complaining about me being here. Acting as if I don’t suddenly mean anything to you when you showed up at my place. I lied, I know. Yet I’m owning up to my mistakes. I know what I want. It just seems like you’re just creating the problem. Claire, you’re just lying to yourself.” He stormed towards the front door, slamming it on his way out.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Not a lot happened after Zack’s abrupt exit. It felt as though like a murder had been committed when Claire shamefully glanced at the door, which acted as a lingering reminder of the damage she had caused. It might as well have been a murder, a literal gunshot. Gushing blood and the sudden darkness consuming the little life grasping on. She had completely destroyed Zack. Taken away what little hope he had for them.

  Why did she do it? What had she accomplished except cause heartbreak for a man? But that’s what she wanted. A sly move. Claire wanted to break him down, destroy his feelings for her. She had hoped that if she had left in the morning, Zack would have not batted an eyelid, unbothered by her disappearance. Yet to her dismay, he wasn’t that easily let down. It appeared it wasn’t a one-night stand for him, and as much as she wanted to agree to that, she couldn’t allow those emotions to intoxicate her anymore. At this point, she just couldn’t give anymore thought to their relationship; she wanted to forget it, mimic the exact purpose as an eraser.