The Forever Plan

by Grant, Sienna

  Realising I may have to do some kind of work today, I put Ms Davenport to the back of my mind. Or as far back as I can and concentrate on not letting my business fail, because I’m too focused on a beautiful woman.

  Looking up from my desk not all of two hours later, I hear a commotion outside my door. As I stand from my desk, my phone rings at the same time as my door bursts open. The sight of Serena Davenport charging towards me in heels shouldn’t do anything for me, but fuck me that image is one to savour.

  “I’m so sorry Mr Proctor, the lady wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Sandy tells me as she follows her in.

  “It’s fine Sandy.”

  I make my assistant feel a little better about the way Serena has just barged into my office, but Jesus she is fucking sexy as hell. And angry…

  “Ms Davenport, what do I owe the pleasure?” I ask cockily knowing it’s going to make her worse. “Did you miss me?”

  “What the bloody hell are you playing at?” She slams the bouquet down on my desk.

  “Take a seat why don’t you.”

  “I’d prefer to stand.”

  Cocking my head to the side I take in all of her feistiness. I walk around my desk, propping myself against it and pushing my hands into my trousers pockets.

  “So how can I help you today? I mean this is twice in one day - people will start talking. They’ll think you have a crush…”

  “You cocky shit. I don't appreciate you sending me flowers. I told you Saturday night I don’t need a man. Especially not one who thinks he can buy his way into my life.”

  God damn she’s fucking sexy when she’s angry.

  “Were they the wrong colour? Damn florists. I won’t use them again…”

  “Are you even hearing what I’m saying?”

  Standing up straight I step closer to the sexy siren until there’s just an inch between us.

  “I hear everything you have to say. Every. Last. Word, that leaves your lips.” I say it slowly so she understands what I’m saying… “I don’t give in Serena.”

  “Well hear this then, I don’t want the account. Give it to someone else in the office.”

  Leaning in closer until our noses are almost touching, I whisper, “No.” She chews on her cheek again just like earlier. “What are you afraid of?”

  Her throat works as she swallows, “Nothing.” She gasps.

  Narrowing my gaze, I stare into her beautiful emerald eyes as they roam all over my face.

  “You can’t do this,” she whispers.

  “Yes, I can. I can do whatever I want. I want to see just how good you are. I do love a good competition.”

  Dipping my head slightly and using the tip of my nose, I sweep it softly across to her ear inhaling that same sweet, floral scent she was wearing on Saturday night. Letting it soak into my senses so I’ll never forget it.

  “You wouldn’t want to let Jack down, now would you?”

  “That’s a low blow,” she answers in an unnatural high-pitched screech.

  I lift a finger to cover her lips, “Shh.” Placing a knuckle beneath her chin, I tip her head back so she can look into my eyes. To make her see that I’m not joking around. That I’m serious when I say I want something; I go right out there and grab it with both hands.

  Nipping her lip with my teeth, I step away leaving her gasping for more.

  “Would that be all Ms Davenport?” I ask quietly, keeping the husk to my voice, but she doesn’t answer me. I step away from the sexy siren and bring my voice back to a natural level.

  “If you need to contact me before next week you can ring me anytime,” I take a card from my desk and hold it out to her, “Everything you need is on there.”

  She snatches it from my fingers. “Thank you for your time Mr Proctor.” She steps up to me this time and pokes a finger into my chest, “I’m going to blow you away with my presentation, you see if I don’t.” Serena breathes sexily, putting a smile on my face. You could cut the tension with a knife. It does nothing for the aching in my dick.

  “I can hardly wait.” I smirk. What I really wanted to say was bring it on little lady, but I think for my own safety I’m best keeping that to myself… She spins away from me, her hair swinging around, as she marches from the room slamming the door behind her.

  With a pleasurable sigh I take my chair again.

  I think I won that round again.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Serena

  Who the fuck does he think he is?

  If he’s not sending me flowers with what can only be described as a rude message, he’s bombarding my work place and making demands.

  Throwing the card to the bottom of my bag, I leave the flowers where they are and promptly leave his office.

  I’m so fucking angry. I can feel my blood boiling in my veins. To the point I’m actually tempted to rip him to shreds, limb to limb and enjoy the sound as he screams. If the twat wants a competition, I’ll give him a fucking competition. He’s going regret the day he ever came across Serena Davenport. I’ll make sure of it.

  How he’s got the nerve to bribe me into doing it, is beyond me. That’s just below the belt if you ask me. The man plays dirty.

  Storming away from his office my head becomes a right royal mess.

  Why is he doing this?

  He could have anyone he wants.

  Yet he’s going to great lengths to make sure he has me.

  I can’t make head nor tail of it all. Going out on Saturday night is coming back to bite me on the arse; tenfold. Then there was the way he touched me again. Every time he’s done it, I try so hard to pretend that I’m indifferent. That he’s not getting to me. Yet every time, I epically fail. He knows he’s slowly getting under my skin, no matter how much I pretend in front of him.

  I still have the goose bumps on my arms from when he nipped at my lip. The traitors just won’t go away, leaving me with the reminder that all that just took place wasn’t a dream.

  Dylan Proctor needs to realise that I’m not a prize to be won and I certainly won’t stand for his attitude. I had one man with bad attitude, I certainly do not want another one, thank you very much.

  I need wine and plenty of it.

  I think to myself, today can just do one.

  Pulling my phone from my bag as I descend in the lift, I type out a text to Bonnie…

  Be at mine for 6, bring wine.

  I don’t have to wait long for a response from her…

  Oh shit, I’m on it. I’ll be there.

  What she doesn’t realise is, that I’m going to murder her once she’s handed the wine over. I’ve had the day from hell and I’m still blaming her for it.

  Exiting the building, I go in the direction to where I’ve parked my car. Just as I’m getting there, I see a figure I recognise in the distance…

  Steve.

  He doesn’t see me, so I quickly jump in my car and watch where he goes. He has no need to be around this part of town, his business is on the other side of the city.

  As he comes towards my car, I slide down in my seat so he can’t see me, but leave just enough room so I can watch over the steering wheel, to see where he goes.

  My stomach drops when I see him disappear around the corner and through the glass windows of the building. I notice him enter through the door I’ve just walked out of. My eyes follow his movements through the glass and it’s then I see him come face to face with Dylan.

  What the actual fuck?

  I’m stunned. I watch as they shake hands and have a bloody chit chat like two OAP's. In all the time we were married, that wanker not once mentioned he knew Dylan; in fact, he even went as far has calling him a pompous arsehole once. Now… now they’re shaking hands and talking as if they’ve been best friends for years.

  Well I’m not having it. I’d bet my left tit that Dylan doesn’t know that he’s my ex-husband… he’s about to get the shock of his life.

  Climbin
g from the car, I keep my eyes on the pair of slimy toads and watch them head to the lifts. When I know they’ve disappeared into a carriage, I go through the same door I exited and Steve entered through. If these two think they can pull some sort of scam on me they have another thing coming. It’ll come in the form of a five-foot-four inch woman who’s just about had enough for one day.

  Taking the lift back up to Dylan’s floor, I exit the lift with steam practically coming out of my ears. I’m actually starting to scare myself with how angry I am. Flying past the dimwit blonde who tried to stop me last time from entering his office, yet failed. I swing his office door open.

  “Well hello, Steve. It’s funny seeing you here, you know considering you called Dylan a pompous arsehole.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dylan

  Steve O’Malley, slimy little toad that he is. Relaxes back in his chair on the opposite side of my desk, his fingers linked together with a cocky look on his face. I really don’t like the man, but he’s the only one that comes up to Serena’s capability. Everyone else I looked into just wasn’t any competition.

  The door to my office bangs off the drywall with a thud as Serena, for the second time today, storms through it. The fire in her eyes as she regards O’Malley is wild.

  Steve swings around at the sound of her voice. Her face is like thunder and I think she could actually do some damage how angry she is right now. How the fuck does she know O’Malley?

  “Serena. Back again?”

  It only feels like it’s been half an hour since she left here earlier and that could be overdoing it a bit. She stops at the side of the desk with her hands resting on her hips.

  “Erm, hello. What you mean pompous? I think someone better tell me what’s going on?”

  “Never mind you. I want to know why you’re meeting this cockwaffle and acting like you’re best friends?” she screeches.

  “Serena take a seat.” I try to soothe her, but it doesn’t work.

  “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  She’s bristling with anger. I don't think I’ve ever seen a woman so worked up. Have I said how fucking sexy she is when she’s angry…?

  “Okay Serena... will you take a seat please?”

  Going to the corner off the room she grabs a chair, pulls it over and sits at the end of the desk.

  “Serena. How are you?” Steve questions, but the glare she’s giving him is telling me that small talk is definitely off the agenda.

  “Steve, do yourself a favour,” she points her finger in his direction, “Don’t speak to me, better yet, how about you go fuck yourself royally up the arse.”

  I try not laugh at her sass and act professional, but she has this air about her and her ‘fuck you’ attitude is refreshing. I’m soon brought out of my admiration for her, when she turns to me.

  “I just want to know why you’re meeting up with my ex-husband Mr Proctor?”

  I feel my eyes widen as I look between them searching for some answers.

  “Well, for one I didn't know he was your ex. Number two, you don't share a name and three, I’ve asked you to call me Dylan.”

  “Okay fair enough. We don't share a name because as soon as we split, I changed back. I’m surprised a man of your resources didn’t find that out. I mean you managed to find me…”

  Well that has me told, but what I don't appreciate is her barging in on a meeting. I have to put my mark down now. Potentially I’m her boss and as much I love to see the show, I have to gain some respect back.

  “Serena can I have a word please.”

  Standing from my desk I wait at her side as she gets up. She directs her anger at Steve, curling her lip and raising her middle finger at him.

  “Screw you O’Malley.”

  Taking her by the arm I lead her from the office and out into another side office.

  “You need to calm down. I swear to you I didn't know, but now you’re here I might as well tell you; he’s going to be your competition. Not that I have to explain myself to you as this is my company. I chose the two of you because I want to see that chip get knocked off his shoulder and I think you’re the one to do it.”

  Her eyes have calmed a bit, they’re not the colour of the devil now, but her foot taps on the carpet tiles which proves she’s still angry.

  “Do you think we can go back inside and talk about the job at hand? Or do I need to find another way of calming you down? Because I’m going be honest with you, Serena. Seeing you all worked up and angry like that made me horny as fuck.”

  I really shouldn’t think of my dick when she’s angry - I really do value my Crown Jewels.

  “Dylan. I am not going to sleep with you.” Her finger pokes in my chest. “Get that into your head.”

  She spins away from me and walks away, but stops at the door…. “But I’ll warn you now. If he even starts on me, I will kick him in the fucking dick and watch him cry like a baby. Now are you coming or what?”

  “Ms Davenport?” Her head snaps back my way as she opens the door, “Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?”

  “No. Dylan.”

  She charges from the room leaving me to follow her out. Shaking my head, I try and rid the visions of me slamming her up against that wall out of my mind, and ready myself to talk business.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Serena

  He just won’t quit. I’ve told him endless of times that I won’t sleep with him, but he’s just not listening. For a bright man he really is thick sometimes. He must be hard of hearing and he can’t hear what I’m saying properly. Which is causing him to keep going on about how horny he is. The only action he will be getting from me is the fight I’m going to bring to the table, now I know it’s Steve I’m up against. Leaving the room, he dragged me into when I started mouthing off in his office, I give Steve my best evil glare. He always thought he was better than me, well not this time. I have a point to prove and I’m going to do just that. Taking the seat, I pulled up to Dylan’s desk I sink into it. Keeping my eyes on the tosspot who thinks he had seen the last of me when he signed the divorce papers.

  “P... P... Proctor, do you care to tell me why my ex-wife is here. I thought this meeting was private?” He stutters, as he addresses Dylan just as he comes back around his desk and takes his seat looking like a fucking king. The look on Steve's face is priceless, you couldn’t write this shit. It’s written all over him that he was expecting me to just leave after Dylan and I had words.

  Resting his elbows on the arms of his chair, Dylan rest his fingers under his chin, letting two of them rest against his lips. Like a moth to a flame I zone in on them.

  God how I wish I was his fingers right now, jammy fuckers.

  No. I can’t be thinking shit like that, especially at a time like this. Now isn’t the time or the place.

  “Serena is here because like I’ve just told her, it’s both of you that will be going head to head for the contract.”

  If I thought Steve was pale before, then now he could be Casper the friendly fucking ghost. Only I know that he’s far from friendly. Unless he’s sticking his dick in someone else that isn’t his wife. What colour was left in his face has completely drained from him. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he flat out ignores me as he speaks to Dylan.

  “This is some sort of sick joke isn’t it? I’m competing against her?”

  Looking like he could be chewing a wasp, I notice Dylan's jaw go stiff with anger, with how the way Steve speaks about me.

  “Let’s get something straight shall we O’Malley? Firstly, if you don’t like it then you can fuck off now and I’ll get someone else. Secondly, and most importantly if I ever hear you refer to Serena as a ‘her’ again, I will personally ruin you. Do you understand me? I won’t have you under any circumstances belittling Serena or any other woman that works for me.”

  Steve nods compliantly.

  “I don’t care what’s happened between
you two in the past. That’s none of my fucking business, but I’m warning you now, you need to leave it at the door.”

  Wow. I hate to admit it, but this side of Dylan as me getting a little hot under the collar. Not that I will be telling him that.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dylan

  Once they’ve both finally shut the fuck up and calmed down, I present my proposal to them and give them the week to get it done. We’re meeting back here at nine am a week from today. As soon as I’ve stopped talking and tell them I’m done, O’Malley looks across at Serena.

  If looks could kill.

  Between the two of them there’s a lot of hostility being held.

  I’d love to hear that story.

  Steve grabs his briefcase and stands holding out his hand.

  “Mr Proctor, I look forward to working with you.”

  Standing up from my chair, I shake his hand. He looks across the room.

  “Serena.” He nods at her and quietly walks from the room, stopping at the door. “You know Serena maybe we should meet up and find some middle ground while we’re doing this.”

  At first, I’m not sure if he’s being serious, until Serena spits.

  “Over my dead body.”

  He laughs loudly as he leaves the office answering my silent question to myself.

  That twat just doesn’t know when to give up.

  With a roll of my eyes I open the wine fridge and pull out a bottle of merlot and grab two glasses. I’m sure after the day she’s had today she won’t refuse. I’ll save the champagne for next week.

  Placing down the glasses I pour the wine into each glass.

  “No thank you, I’m driving.”

  “So am I. One glass isn’t going to hurt…”

  “I really shouldn’t. I need to keep a clear head.”

  Raising my glass up I wait for Serena to take hers.