In the end, I’d let it slide, because how could anyone really “unpublish” something that had already made it into circulation? Shelly tried to comfort me by telling me that one day I’d meet my real King and would be truly happy, but in the meantime, at least I had had a good, free photoshoot of myself looking fake happy. She said other girls would kill for that chance and we’d both laughed at it, although I still felt sad inside.
Now, I sink down under the bubbles and think about the fact that I’ve never gotten over Cal. I chose my career over him but then I wasn’t able to choose anyone else. Now, like my mother always feared, I’m getting older and have no one to be with. Just memories of better times.
I let my hand find its way to my clit, which feels aching and throbbing for Cal, just like it always does when I think about him. I’d looked him up on Facebook a few years ago and found out he not only works at one of the biggest law firms in the country but he’d become a named partner in record time. He handles mergers and acquisitions and is very successful, just as I knew he’d be.
I’d even gotten brave enough to friend him on Facebook, but he didn’t accept after two days so I canceled my request, hoping he’d never seen it. If he had, though, I couldn’t blame him. He’d probably moved on and had a girlfriend or wife— hell, even a few kids by now— and in that circumstance it wouldn’t have been appropriate for him to accept my friend request. I didn’t see anything on his page or the Internet in general about having a family or significant other but that didn’t mean he didn’t keep his private life private.
It also doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize about him. My pussy is dripping wet for him, just as it always is. I plunge my finger into it and wish it was his cock. His was the only cock I’ve ever seen or felt or had inside me, but it was very large and he always knew exactly what to do with it when we were together.
I back up against a jet in the tub and let the water hit my pussy, wishing it was Cal’s cock. The vibration and pressure almost make me cum right away but I move forward a little bit, wanting to draw out the moments that Cal and I are together in my mind.
I remember how he used to pick me up and lean me up against the wall while he fucked me standing up. Even though I’ve always been on the bigger side and feel allergic to exercise, he liked to go to the gym to de-stress, and that fact showed on his body. He had washboard abs, ripped pecs, and tattoos all over his strong chest.
He could easily hold me up for a long time while he pushed his cock in and out of me. Then he’d carry me to the bed and command me to get on all fours so he could fuck his dirty girl doggy style. Sometimes he’d even tie me to the bedpost.
Now, as the water shoots out of the jet and onto my pussy and I massage my clit, I remember how one time he tied me up and took me from behind. I surprised myself by enjoying how rough he was being. He pulled my hair, slapped my ass and pushed his cock in and out of me. I feel the sweet release of climax now in the tub as I remember how much he made me cum back then. I was on the Pill and he’d shoot his cum inside me while I myself came all over his cock, just like right now I’m coming all over the waterfall pouring out of the jet.
I feel dizzy with the euphoria of a really good cum. It’s nothing like what I used to have with Cal, but it’s the best I can get now, and maybe for the rest of my life. Even if I find someone who understands how much I love to work, I doubt they’d ever be in good in bed as Cal was.
But at least I have my memories. I lay my head back on the rim of the tub, feeling completely satisfied for the first time in a long time. Even though, tomorrow, I might find out that my job is on the line, as least I got to have an amazing orgasm tonight, thanks to my thoughts of Cal.
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Chapter 5
Monique
The next day, it’s nearly 2 pm— the time that Asher had blocked out for his “private meeting” on his calendar— and, I swear, my heart has been pounding all day long. I still haven’t been able to find out who he’s meeting with. He’s been really busy all day and I dropped a hint earlier this morning when I saw him— I said, “Hey Asher, you’re looking dapper in your fanciest business suit today; who are you meeting with?” but he’d just responded with a typical Asher answer: “Monique, I know it’s driving you crazy that you don’t know every little detail of every little happening at this firm but you’re just going to have to deal with it.”
Anyone else saying this might sound like a jerk but it’s just Asher’s style. I knew when he said that that he was not going to spill the beans. It gave me a little hope that my job isn’t on the line as I’d originally feared— or else why would be saying things in such a cavalier, joking manner— but it didn’t completely calm my nerves.
I pace in my office for a few minutes before deciding to go make myself useful and offer to pour coffee in the conference room where the meeting is being held. Sure, it’s a pretense, but I figure they can’t fault a girl for wanting to help out, right?
I can feel every step I take as I walk to the conference room. This is it. The moment of truth.
I knock on the door, and I hear Asher say, “Monique, we know it’s you…”
I decide to hurry up and open the door before the next words out of his mouth are “…and you know you can’t be part of this meeting.” I have never been one to sit quietly and let life happen. I want to know what I’m dealing with, always. I need to see this person who might be taking my job.
But when I open the door, I see a man in an even fancier suit than Asher’s sitting at the table. His back is turned to me, but the suit, even from the back, still looks expensive. Cameron Sanchez is clearing his throat, and is about to tell me in his own polite way to leave, and I should be offering to pour coffee by now, to give myself some reason to be here.
I can’t stop staring at the back of this guy’s head though, and his fancy suit. He doesn’t look like he’s here to take my job; he looks like a lawyer. In that suit, he doesn’t look like he fits in in Albuquerque, where some lawyers wear jeans and cowboy boots to court.
And yet, he looks surprisingly familiar.
My breath catches in my throat, and I lose all track of what’s going on around me. I’m only able to focus on the back of that very familiar looking head.
What in the world?
Could it really be?
Boyd is gesturing at me and asking something about whether they can help me. At the same time, the man turns around and I see piercing hazel eyes looking straight at mine.
Holy shit.
It’s him.
“Well, Monique, it really is impossible to keep a secret from you,” Asher says, shaking his head, but smiling while he does it. “I just hope you don’t tell the rest of the firm. Because we’re still in the exploratory phase, and I know I said no more mergers for a while, but who can resist an offer from one of the biggest law firms in the country, which wishes to expand and branch out with a local office here in the West? I hope you can keep a secret because only our wives know about the purpose of this meeting.”
So, Madilyn did know… that little stinker… she managed to keep it from me… I think, but, my thoughts are fragmented, because he’s still not taking his eyes off me, and they’re just as handsome as ever.
“Monique, meet the guy who might change our law firm’s fate forever,” Asher continues. “This is…”
He doesn’t have to say it, because I know exactly who it is.
“…Cal Brighton. Harvard graduate, and partner at Kelly, Fraver and Brighton.”
Chapter 6
Cal
I know this was no time to be unprofessional, and I didn’t get to where I am in life by being fucking unprofessional. But I can’t stop staring at Monique. She looks just as good— no, even better— than the last time I saw her. A time I’ll forever regret. She still has that great hourglass figure and curves that go for miles.
Time could stand still while I explored those curves— and it used to, back when things were great between us. I wanted to exp
lore those curves right now. But, I had business to attend to. And Monique looks as if she wants to get out of here just as fast as she had come in.
“I thought—” she stammers, looking back and forth at Asher and then me.
“We know,” Asher says, stifling a laugh. “You thought we were in here hiring another human resources manager. That’s why you’ve been trying to pry the purpose of the meeting out of Madilyn and everyone else.”
She blushes— it’s so adorable— and says, “No, I was just worried… well, yeah.”
My Monique was never one to be at a loss for words. I must be having some affect on her. Just the way I’d planned.
“Don’t worry,” Cameron reassures her. “Your job is safe. You are really valued here and we would never think of hiring anyone else.”
She looks relieved, but then she looks back at me and blushes.
Fuck yeah. She still fucking wants me. It’s obvious.
“Okay, well, I’d better go now,” she says, walking towards the door and then looking back at us. “Unless anyone wants coffee, I mean? That’s why I came.”
“Uh huh,” Boyd says, with a grin. “Sure it is.”
“We don’t need any coffee,” Cameron says. “We’re good. But thank you.”
She leaves, and I’m determined to go after her— like I should have, way back when. But first, I have to wrap up this deal. Although the partners talk a big game about this being an initial meeting in the exploratory phase of a merger, I know I’ve got it in the bag. There’s not a firm on earth who wouldn’t want to merge with mine.
The question they’ve undoubtedly been asking themselves is why I would want to merge my firm with theirs. Sure, ours is expanding and the West is booming when it comes to being a market ripe for new legal work. And sure, this firm has done a great job of showing it’s capable of successfully merging and growing bigger.
But this firm has something else I want. Or should I say, someone else. And I’m here to show her I’m not going to let her get away from me again.
“Well, fellows,” I tell them, as they open up their laptops and get prepared for some long, boring session we won’t be having. “As someone I know likes to say, time is money and money doesn’t grow on trees so let’s use this time to make money, shall we?”
They give me a confused look. I don’t really expect them to follow what I’m saying. I just want to hurry and wrap up this one thing I came to do, so that I can get onto the next thing— or, person, I came to do.
“What I mean is, all that’s really left is for us to sign on the dotted line.”
They look even more confused, until Asher Marks, arrogant guy that he is, nods in slow recognition. “You’ve already decided to merge with us,” he says, sounding somewhat surprised but mostly proud.
“That’s right,” I tell him. “With your help, my firm is going to be the largest in the country. The largest in the world. We’re also merging with firms in Denver and Salt Lake City and Phoenix. As you probably know, we already have offices up and down the East Coasts and in Chicago and St. Louis. Therefore, nearly all points of the map will be covered.”
“That’s amazing,” Cameron Sanchez says, shaking his head. “That is truly amazing.”
Jumping to his feet, he extends his hand to me. “I’m very honored to be embarking on this journey with you. All of us here at the firm are.”
I shake his hand and nod at everyone else around the table.
“Well, then, it looks like we’re on the same page,” I say. “Where do I sign?”
“We haven’t prepared the paperwork. Just how do you know we want to merge with you?” Asher demands, still acting a bit pompous.
“Oh, come on,” Boyd tells him. “We can drop the act. We all know this is a good thing.”
“Yeah,” Asher says, smiling while he nods. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Let’s do it. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can get home to Madilyn and the pitter patter of little feet.”
“And the sooner I can get to the golf course,” another partner— whose name fails me at the moment— says.
Everyone laughs, and I say, “I have plenty of merger paperwork, considering it’s what I do. I’ll have my secretary send it over to get your comments on it. But let’s call this a gentlemens’ deal.”
We all shake hands, and then Boyd says, “About that… your secretary. Will you be bringing her to work here?”
Asher rushes in to interrupt.
“It’s fine if you want to,” he says. “It’s just that… this firm… I guess you should know. We have a certain reputation of not only being great lawyers, but…”
“…but also for being Sugar Daddy Central,” I fill in for him. Everyone’s face looks shocked. “I’ve done my due diligence,” I assure them. “And those rumors spread far and wide. You definitely hold the title of most number of office romances of any law firm I’ve ever heard of, and that’s saying a lot, since this kind of thing is rampant at law firms. Just ask any employment lawyer.”
Everyone laughs, but they still seem a bit uncomfortable.
“Don’t worry, guys,” I tell them. “It’s fine. I don’t care about that kind of thing. From what I’ve heard, you all married or knocked up your love interests and everything is peachy keen. It would only be lawsuits that I care about. And, you don’t have to worry about it happening between my secretary and me.”
They all look at me with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. I can tell they want to ask if I’m married. Or gay. Or super religious.
I smile and say, “My secretary is a guy.”
I stand up to leave, and I don’t add the other part of why they wouldn’t have to worry about it happening between my secretary and me, anyway. Boy will they be in for a big surprise when they find out.
My heart belongs to someone else, who already works here. And now I’m going to go get her and never let her go again.
Chapter 7
Cal
Monique’s in her office when I get there. It’s almost as if she was waiting for me. Good. I walk right in, as if she was expecting me, which I’m beginning to think she probably was. We have always had a connection like that, where we don’t have to communicate with words to know what each other is thinking.
“Cal,” she says, as I shut the door behind me.
“Kiss me,” is all I reply.
I cross the room faster than even I knew someone could walk, and my lips find my way to hers as if they had never been apart. She eagerly responds and our tongues are tied together like I believe our hearts have been this entire time. It’s fucking corny, but it’s true.
“What the hell?” she asks, happily, as soon as I finally pull away. “Cal, what is going on?”
“What’s going on is that I finally had some sense knocked into me,” I tell her.
“By whom?” she asks, confusion passing in front of her otherwise clear and very pretty eyes.
“Or, should I say, life put on its boxing gloves and decided to beat me up a bit?”
“My dad?” she squeals, and then jumps up to hug me. I eagerly return her embrace. “You talked to my dad?”
“Yes, and now some of his favorite phrases have rubbed off on me and everyone is looking at me like I’m insane.”
“That’s an unfortunate side effect of talking to my dad,” she agrees.
“Or fortunate,” I tell her. “Because I happen to like his wacky phrases.
“Me too,” she agrees, smiling. “But I think we might be in the minority. No one else seems to get it.”
“That’s why we’re perfect for each other.”
“Cal,” she says again, clearly still stunned, which was the effect I was going for. “Cal. I still can’t believe it. What did you talk to my dad about?”
“Well, more or less about the fact that I’ve never been able to get you off my mind since the moment we parted.”
“Me neither!” she exclaims. “I just didn’t know you felt the same way. I tried to sen
d you a Facebook friend request…”
“I was mad at you,” I tell her, seriously. “For kissing and dancing with that guy. I know I shouldn’t have been, since I’m the one who broke up with you, but, I guess it was just natural instinct. I couldn’t help it.”
“What guy?” she asks, and then recognition washes over her face. “Oh, him. That was nothing.”
“That’s what your dad told me. But, the front page of the UNM student paper seemed to say otherwise. So, you’ll have to forgive my confusion.”
“Oh, my God,” she groans. “That stupid paper. Listen, I didn’t even know him. I didn’t let him kiss me. We were just up on stage getting our crowns and they had this dumb idea to…”
“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, pulling her into me. “You’re all mine now, again, and that’s all I care about.”
“I was always all yours,” she says. “I wasn’t ever able to even date anyone.”
“That’s what your dad told me. Much to your mother’s chagrin. He said he didn’t know what that newspaper article was all about, but he knows his daughter and his daughter has had a hole in her heart that only one guy could fill, and that guy is me, so, I believe him.”
“That particular phrase of my dad’s could go the wrong way really quickly,” she says, laughing that laugh of hers I love so much.
I’m so glad to have her in my arms again. She smells like winter: fresh outdoor air, mixed with a hint of bubble bath. She always did like her baths.
“I wouldn’t mind if it went that way right now,” I tell her. “Maybe you should bend over and let me take you from behind, like in the good ole days.”
“Right here, at work?” she asks. “What if it messes up your partnership agreement? Are you really going to be merging with this firm?”
“I really am,” I tell her, beaming. “When I realized I was never going to be able to get you out of my head, I decided to find out what was up with you. I decided to call your dad, since he and I have always gotten along and because I didn’t want to interfere in your life if you had a husband or boyfriend or something god awful like that…”
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