by Nikki Wild
“Alright, alright,” she said. “Call me later—oh wait!”
“What?”
“I forgot why I called!” she said. “Harlan is going nuts looking for you, girl. He’s called all your friends now and I guess he called your Mom’s old office and they told him she moved, at least that’s what he told my friend Jessica. He’s been talking about you non-stop to anyone who will listen, insisting he’s going to get you back, that he’s finally gotten his shit together.”
“Oh, please!” I said, rolling my eyes. “What is his problem? We’ve been broken up for six months, why can’t he just let it go?”
“I guess you’re just that good,” Marie teased. “And apparently Harlan isn’t the only one who thinks so. Maybe you should just tell him you’ve got a new boyfriend?”
“No, way. It’s none of his business and the last thing I want to do is talk to that asshole.”
“Okay, it’s your business. I just wanted to let you know he’s been snooping around.”
“Thanks,” I said. “My plan is to ignore him until he goes away.”
“Got it,” she said. “Okay, then. That’s all. Toot-a-loo!”
The phone went dead and I shook my head as I laid it on the kitchen counter.
Harlan could drop dead for all I cared. I had no intention of ever talking to him again and the fact that I never had to see him again made me happy.
New York was starting to feel really good.
Max dropped me off at the Italian restaurant near Mom’s building before she arrived. After getting us a table and ordering a bottle of wine, I watched the people stream by outside, the snow lightly falling around them as they hustled through the streets. Everyone was bundled up with scarves and hats and thick coats, doing their best to protect themselves from the frigid temperatures.
Oregon winters were cold, but outside of maybe one or two days of snow, Portland didn’t get much snow. Lots of rain, sure, we were used to that. But cold like this? Even the worst of our winters couldn’t touch this.
When Mom walked in, she was shivering.
“I’d kill for a nice Oregon mist right now,” she said as she slid into the booth across from me.
“This cold goes right through your bones!” I exclaimed, pouring her a glass of wine.
“I can’t believe people leave their homes in this mess,” she said, laughing.
“I know, right? The entire city of Portland shuts down with half an inch of snow. Can you imagine how they’d react to this much and for this long?”
“Seriously, it’s been snowing since we arrived. I hope you’ve been bundling up.”
“I have,” I replied. “You know what a wimp I can be about the cold.”
“Well, if you need to go shopping for warmer clothes, just let me know and I’ll give you my credit card.”
“I’m good,” I said, feeling a flash of guilt for not telling her about Bear. She was being so nice. “I have some savings and I brought a bunch of warm things with me, too.”
“Is that a new dress?” she asked, eyeing the red frock I’d bought the other day.
“It is, do you like it?” I asked, neglecting to mention that I’d bought it with Bear’s credit card.
“I do,” she said. “It’s very East Coast.”
“Thanks,” I replied, smiling at her.
“It’s good to see you, Chloe,” she said. “Sorry I’ve been so busy. I knew things would be crazy at first.”
“It’s okay, I’ve been busy too.”
“So, what have you been up to?”
Ugh, I thought, the dreaded inquisition.
I’d been preparing for this. At least now I had an actual job to report, outside of all the ‘dick-tation’ I’d been taking from Bear.
“Well, I saw my office and met my assistant,” I said, lifting my chin proudly.
“Excellent!” she said, “I haven’t had a chance to talk to Bear in a few days. He went upstate to his cabin. Tell me about the job.”
“He’s put me in charge of designing the interior of his new hotel.”
She froze, her glass raised midway to her lips. She stared at me across the top of the glass, her eyes wide.
“You’re kidding!” she said, shaking her head. “That’s a three million dollar job. I just saw the budgets for next year yesterday.”
“I know, he told me.”
“But Chloe—that’s absurd. You have no experience with something like that. You don’t have a clue what you’re doing. Surely, you told him that.”
I stared open mouthed across the table at her. I mean, yeah, I had thought the same things, but she didn’t have to be so fucking harsh about it. Tiny twinges of anger surged through me and I fought to take a breath. The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene in this tiny restaurant.
“Sure I did,” I said, flippantly. “But apparently he believes I can do it.”
“I’ll talk to him,” she said, with a wave.
“No!” I yelled, my voice bursting through the room. A hot blush crept up my neck and I took another deep breath. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, lowering my voice. “I can handle this, Mom. It’s not really any of your business anyway.”
“None of my business?” she asked. “I beg to differ, Chloe.”
“You know what I mean!” I said. “I can take care of this. I can do this job. I don’t need you meddling in this opportunity before I even get started.”
“Why haven’t you gotten started?” she asked.
“What?”
“What have you been doing the last few days?” she asked. “You said you saw your office and met your assistant, but that takes about five minutes. I haven’t heard from you in days.”
“I’ve been studying,” I said, nodding firmly. I had that response ready ahead of time. “I went to the library and checked out some books on interior design just to get some ideas.” Another lie, but I did plan on doing that right away.
“Well,” she said, taking another sip of wine. “I suppose it’s worth a shot. But that’s a huge budget, so don’t fuck it up, Chloe.”
The anger that was trickling through me earlier had now broken free and was raging through my veins. She didn’t believe in me. It was clear as day. And that fact hurt, but I was used to it. I guess I just wasn’t used to it on this scale.
Yeah, three million dollars was a lot and this was a huge job, but I had plenty of time to plan and learn what I needed to know. The building wasn’t even finished yet. It wouldn’t be finished for another year. And if Mom knew the budget for it, then she knew that, too.
But still. It was me we were talking about.
I couldn’t help but notice the stark difference between what Bear believed I could do and what she believed I could do.
A slow, fake smile spread across her face and she reached over, putting her hand on mine.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said. “I didn’t mean to come off so harsh.”
“It’s fine,” I said, pulling my hand away, just as the waiter came up.
We ordered quickly—fettucine for me and manicotti for her—and she launched into a big long recap of the board of directors meeting she’d attended. I only half-listened and she kept topping off her wine glass until the story began to repeat itself. I shook my head, suppressing a laugh. Neither of us could handle our liquor, I guess.
I tried to shake off my anger at her through the rest of dinner. We ate in silence, the soft Italian opera flowing through the speakers and the low din of voices filling in for conversation.
It was after the tiramisu that she brought up the job again. At this point, I was done with her. I couldn’t wait to get home to my warm bed and snuggle up with a movie and the chocolate bar that was waiting for me on my kitchen counter.
“So what is he paying you?” she asked.
I blinked slowly, trying to choose my words carefully. Bear and I hadn’t talked salary at all, really.
“I’m not sure yet,” I said, recalling Bear’s w
ords exactly. “He said I would have a handsome salary and full benefits.”
“He used those words?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “What is this, the fifties?”
“Well, if you’re the CFO then maybe you should know already,” I said, trying to get in a little jab. She’d certainly gotten in enough of her own.
“I looked, actually. And there was no record of a job for you or a salary,” she said, her voice steely.
“Oh,” I shrugged. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Well, I’m sure if Bear told you he was going to take care of you then he will.”
“Right,” I said, unsure how to respond. Bear was certainly taking care of me, but not in the way that she meant.
I’d never been more grateful to see the check brought to the table. I grabbed it quickly and threw my credit card in the folder.
“My treat,” I said, trying to force a smile. “Since I’m employed now and all.”
“How nice,” she said, nodding. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, Mom,” I said, already eyeing the door before I’d even put my coat back on.
Max was still waiting for me, much to my pleasure. It was even colder now and the warmth of the backseat of the limo was like heaven to my shivering body. I’d said the quickest goodbye to Mom ever. She only had half a block to walk home and I was happy to have the isolation of the car now.
It was never easy with her. I knew this and yet every time I forgot, letting myself getting disappointed and hurt with some crazy unfounded expectation that things would be different. I should know better by now.
I sank back into the heated seats gratefully as I watched the city outside the windows. Everyone was so damned busy. Going somewhere fast.
I could sit in the back of this limo and watch them all for hours, I thought.
We were almost to my building when Max took a right on a street he normally took a left on.
I pushed the button and watched as the window between us rolled down.
“Max, I think you’re going the wrong way?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought you knew.”
“Knew what?” I asked.
“Mr. Dalton asked me to bring you to his penthouse.”
“Oh,” I said, my heart skipping a beat. “I see. That’s fine, Max, thank you.”
I leaned forward, pressing the button and waiting for the window to roll all the way up before I exhaled. I still didn’t know if Max could see me back here with the window up or not, but just having the illusion helped.
I sank back into the seat, a tiny shiver of secret pleasure running through me as I bit my bottom lip. I wasn’t expecting to see Bear tonight. The fact that he had summoned me like a damned Mafia boss kind of turned me on, actually. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. I’d not been to his penthouse in the city before, so I had no idea where we were going.
When we pulled up to the building, I gasped. It was the building I’d seen in a million photos of the New York skyline. Two huge towers reached up to the sky, the old architecture of the building was just stunning.
“What is this place?”
“The San Remo? You’ve never heard of it?” Max said, as he helped me out. We stood on the sidewalk together, staring up at it as the snow fell around us. It wasn’t as tall as a lot of buildings in the city, but it was majestic and regal. “Lots of celebrities live here. Mr. Dalton bought the penthouse from Demi Moore last year.”
“I see,” I said, my eyes huge with awe as I took in the beauty of the building.
“I’ll walk you to the elevator,” he said. We walked in past the doorman, passing through a gold trimmed door.
“Mr. Dalton is on the 26th floor of the South Tower here,” Max said, as we approached the elevator. “I’ll be just a phone call away, if you need me, ma’am. Have a wonderful night.”
“Thank you, Max,” I said, stepping onto the elevator. There was a man in a formal uniform standing in the corner.
“Mr. Dalton’s penthouse, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I replied. He pushed a button, but just as the doors started to close, someone rushed in. The man pushed his arm out and held the door open for a beautiful grey-haired woman.
“Good evening, Ms. Keaton,” he said, greeting her. I looked at the woman and my mouth fell open. Diane Keaton was on the elevator with me! I was star-struck and I had to force myself to close my mouth and not look at her.
“Hello, Johnny!” she said. “Thanks for holding the door open.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he replied. They fell silent and the elevator rose to the penthouse, dropping her off halfway up. I was smiling ear to ear as she left. But I was also proud of myself for staying quiet and not turning into a gushing fangirl as the poor woman was just trying to get home to her apartment. I’d probably kick myself for not getting her autograph later, but for now, I felt good about my decision.
A sharp ding indicated we were at the top of the tower and I thanked the elevator guy and stepped into a tiny lobby with a door on the side. I took a deep breath and knocked, doing my best not to feel completely out of place in such luxurious surroundings.
When Bear opened the door, all my worries melted away.
His smile was like a beacon in the night and he pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply and passionately, as if it was the most important thing in the world to do.
Chapter 21
His kisses left me breathless. He didn’t take his lips off of mine as he pulled me into his apartment and kicked the front door closed. He pushed me up against a wall, without a word, without a sound, his hands everywhere all at once, pushing off my coat and letting it fall to the floor.
Within seconds, he pulled my dress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra, panties, stockings and shoes. When he saw my panties, he growled, his eyes meeting mine in an angry flash.
“I didn’t think I was going to see you—,” I began to explain.
“Stop!” he demanded, reaching down and pulling them over my stockings quickly and ripping them off of me. He threw them behind him as he sank to his knees, his mouth engulfing my bare pussy in an instant.
I whimpered, my knees weakening as his tongue lapped at my already flowing juices. His tongue dove deep, sliding past my outer lips and sinking into me, his hands pulling my thighs apart so he could go deeper.
In and out, it darted out of my pussy, then going lower and sensuously sliding over my ass, my body shivering with forbidden delight. I cried out, his name sliding over my tongue like it was the only word I knew.
“Bear, Bear, Bear…,” I cried, over and over, opening my thighs to give him access to the deepest parts of me. My eyes rolled back in my head as the most delicious pleasure washed over me in rapturous waves, my entire soul submitting to him. He lapped between my legs, his mouth hot and wet and expertly drawing every ounce of energy and stiffness from me, until I melted to the ground with him, my bare ass hitting the cold hard marble floor with him on top of me.
He pushed his jeans to the side, hurriedly pulling his cock out and sliding it deep inside of me before I could even touch him. I wrapped my thighs around his hips, my feet resting on his loose jeans. I pushed them down over his ass, exposing his tight, muscular ass.
My hands wandered as he fucked me, my fingers searching for something to grip onto as he pounded into me harder and harder. I wrapped my arms around him, his face next to mine as he groaned and slammed into me, over and over, his cock so hard, so sinfully delicious that I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, “please don’t ever stop.”
He growled and kissed my neck, his teeth nipping at my flesh and then sucking, sending shivers of electricity through me. He pulled himself up, his eyes peering into mine demandingly.
“Who are you?” he growled.
“Yours,” I whispered, meeting his smoldering gaze, “your good girl, your slut, your pussy…”
His hips slammed into me with e
ach word, hard and rough, each thrust pressing my ass harder into the cold marble below us.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his cock throbbing hotly inside of me as he exploded, his hot cum searing the walls of my pussy.
Chapter 22
When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. Bear’s breathing beside me was the only sound in the room. I untangled myself from his arms, doing my best not to wake him.
My skin was still tingling from his touch. Every single time we had sex, he seemed to get a little rougher. At first, I thought he was just into ordering me around, but the more comfortable he became, as more time wore on, he spanked my ass a little harder, or pulled my hair just a little more.
Tonight, he’d handled me like a rag-doll, almost.
He fucked me in just about every spot possible in his bedroom, carrying me in there after devouring me in the foyer. I’d only gotten a glimpse of the penthouse, but what I’d seen was spectacular. His bedroom was huge and my ass knew it better than I did, at this point.
He’d barely said a word to me all night. But he’d kept me talking, fucking me until I was spewing dirty words like a sailor.
As I walked out of his room and closed the door behind me, I could feel the aftereffects of his roughness with each step. Naked, I walked past the huge great room with double windows making up the entire side of the apartment, leading out to a terrace that wrapped around the top of the historic building.
I was dying of thirst and I found the kitchen on the other side of the house.
After finding a glass in a cabinet, I poured myself a glass of water and drank it all, gulping it down as fast as I could and then filling it up again. He’d worked me over so hard this time, and it had felt amazing, but he was testing my limits like they’d never been tested.
I wandered around the apartment, admiring the minimalistic style of the place. It was the exact opposite of his rustic cabin in the woods. It was all smooth lines and sharp corners and empty spaces, with stark sculptures on display in the corners. I padded down a hallway I’d not seen earlier, taking in the abstract paintings that lined the walls.