by Brenda Ford
I plunge into her deeper, faster, more powerfully, giving her everything that she wants. It feels like this moment has been building forever, coming for longer than either of us knew, and I can’t wait until we reach the pinnacle, until we get this out of our systems.
“Fucking hell, Wesley.” Zoe bites my ear hard, reminding me that we’re enemies not lovers. The pleasure pain combination is fucking delicious. “You’re such an asshole, I fucking love it.”
“You’re an asshole too.” I nip her throat. “You’re just lucky that you have a damn fine body, or I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near you.”
Her head tosses back, her words come out in rasps, but that doesn’t stop her from insulting me as our bodies clap together loudly. “You’re so up fucking tight, such a fucking stick in the mud, and you’re just jealous that I’m better at the job than you are. You hate that I’m nothing like you, yet I’ve become your rival. One who’s a million times better than you.”
I pin her hard to the bed and slam all of me in to her but it doesn’t destroy her like I want it to. She fucking loves it. The animalistic screams flying out of her mouth speak volumes. This is how she wants it. It really is a hate fuck. Well, if that’s what she wants…
“No wonder your fiancé left you at the altar,” I spit out spitefully. “I wouldn’t be able to stand being with you forever either.”
“Is that what this is?” she pants while flipping me on to my back and taking control. “A pity fuck because I got dumped cruelly?”
I grab her hips and try to guide her movements, but she slaps me away. It doesn’t matter. She’s doing a much better job of it than me anyway. Zoe might not be better at her job than me, no matter what she says, but she does know her way around my body.
She bucks hard, her walls starting to clamp around me while her pert breasts bounce gorgeously while she fucks me hard. As the pleasure grips her tighter, her body coaxes the orgasm from me in an uncontrollable way. She drags me hard under the waters of pleasure with her and we drown together, sinking under this unfamiliar territory, not giving a shit what will happen next after this mess…
“Huh?” I bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down my forehead. “What the fuck?” I pat the bed next to me, but it’s empty and cold. No one has been there which is good. I don’t fucking want Zoe in my bed again. “You need to stop dreaming about that bitch,” I growl angrily at myself. “It was one stupid drunken pity hate fuck three months ago. Stop thinking about it already, you fool.”
I step out of the sheets and immediately head towards the shower, my foul mood getting the better of me. Telling Oliver last night to kiss someone that he doesn’t care about what good advice. Mentioning people he hates was stupid. After all, that hasn’t exactly worked out well for me, has it?
I don’t even know how we managed to end up fucking. I wasn’t even one of the people who felt bad for her when that guy of hers left her at the altar. That stupid hippish bitch deserved it as far as I’m concerned. But somehow, I got talked into the night out to ‘make her feel better’. Somehow, we ended up the last ones there. Somehow, we ended up hate fucking. Sadly, it’s the best dam sex I have ever had in my life.
What makes it difficult is having to work with her every day and pretending that it didn’t happen.
I still have no love for her, and she doesn’t me either. We still compete like crazy, with me winning at the moment thank God, and neither of us mentions that one crazy night of stupid passion. But it’s always there in the back of my mind, reminding me that while I hate her personality, I love her body and what she can do with it. She’s a sex bomb for sure. It’s fantastic. It doesn’t matter who I start thinking about when I masturbate, even if I’m watching porn, she’s always the one there when I come. It’s so fucking annoying.
I don’t want to screw her again, I wish I hadn’t screwed her once, so why is that bitch always there?
“I need to head out tonight after work,” I tell myself determinedly as I straighten my tie. “Find someone else to fuck. Get her out of my system.”
The sad thing is it doesn’t seem to matter how many palette cleansers I have. The past three months have been full of them. She’s still there. It’s almost like it’s a punishment from her. A final ‘fuck you’. Maybe a part of her knows that she still has a little part of my brain and she’s using it to torture me. I wouldn’t put anything past that bitch.
I crank the music up in the car loud and drive much too fast, my usual way of doing things, but it still isn’t enough to block Zoe out. She’s still there, naked writhing underneath me, then pounding away above me, giving me my most explosive orgasm yet. The damn girl is like a virus that no pill can get rid of. It’s like I caught something from her… but worse.
As I walk towards the office, my brain starts to work in a different way. I need to plan my first insult to shoot her way to let her know that I mean business today. Just because her hot body is in my mind, it doesn’t mean I’m going to let her climb above me again. I always win…
But any planned words fall apart the moment I step in to the office and I see her tear stained face. She looks as sad and freaked out as the day she returned to work after being dumped in the most humiliating way possible. Only this time it’s different because I can’t help but feel something. My heart weirdly goes out to her and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s safe to say that I’m not too great at dealing with chick emotions. What do I say? Where do I even begin?
“Er, Zoe, are you… you know?” I ask as I practically tip toe around my desk.
Her head snaps up as if she’s only just realized that I’m here. “What the fuck do you want, Wesley? Can’t you see I’m not in the mood.”
“Right, sure. Okay.” I hold up my hands in a surrendering gesture. She’s always a bitch to me, but this time she seems to really mean it. “Just thought that I might be able to help is all…”
“Why the hell would I want help from you?”
I glance around the office. “Because I’m the only person here. Because you’re clearly crying. Because… I don’t know. I’m human?”
“Are you?” she snorts, rage filled. “Half the time you seem like a robot.”
“Yes. You might be right about that, but I can try.”
She forces a small smile on her lips, but the agonizing pain really shines through. “Hmm, well trying won’t be enough with this one.”
A strange instinct over takes me and I find myself walking towards her with my arms stretched wide to hug her.
“What the fuck are you doing now?” she yells.
“My words might be shit,” I reply honestly. “But I can hug you.”
“Urgh, I don’t want to touch you.” She runs her eyes up and down me looking disgusted. “I don’t know what I’ll catch.”
“I’m all clean, I promise you.” I shoot her a wink. “I always use protection.”
“You fucking liar!” This flares her up all over again. “You always use protection, do you? Do you?”
I shrug helplessly, wondering what the hell she’s talking about. I do, it’s one of my rules. I always insist on it…
Only there was one time that I got too caught up in the moment to even think about it. One time when the passion was too intense, and it didn’t even cross my mind. I haven’t ever thought about that again until now.
I shoot Zoe a horrified look, wondering what she’s trying to tell me.
“That’s right, you get it now.” She nods in a self-satisfied way, but the fear and sadness remains in her gaze. “You didn’t bother with me. I guess I wasn’t good enough to deserve protection.”
I don’t bother to point out that she didn’t mention it either because it really doesn’t feel like the time or place.
“Well, I just got my results back from the doctors. They can now tell me why I have been feeling like shit recently.”
“No.” I shake my head hard. “No, don’t say it.”
“Why? You don’t want to deal with t
he consequences of your actions? Well, tough shit. I have to and so do you. That’s right. I’m pregnant. Me and you are having a baby. That one stupid night will haunt us forever.”
Me and Zoe stare at one another in the most horrifying standoff I have ever had to face. She’s having my baby. Me and the woman that I hate are going to be parents together. What a fucking mess.
And I thought my brothers all had problems…
The Perfect Boss
Blurb
She’s completely off-limits.
But my brother won’t stop trying to set us up.
I’d been a playboy all my life.
That is, until she came along.
Tami Johnson…
Her curves, and her deep green eyes.
One-night stands have become a thing of the past.
She’s all I care about now.
But she’s innocent.
My assistant.
And way younger.
I’m the last man she should be with.
At the same time, though…
I’m the only man who’d do anything for her.
She’s supposed to be mine.
I’m way too obsessed to let her go.
Especially now that she’s pregnant.
I’ll do whatever it takes to claim my family.
Chapter 1 – Tami – Monday
“I hate him, Ruby,” I moan desperately, my head hitting the table in despair. “He’s so horrible.”
“I suppose he must be pretty ruthless if he’s the head of such a massive company. But he can’t be that bad… can he?” I give her a painful look. “Okay, so he is that bad, clearly. But you’re only his PA for a week.”
“A week too long. Then I’ll be back on the creative team with Angelo where I belong.”
Brad Smith. Brad freaking Smith, the boss of the marketing company I work for. The grumpy, moody, brooding guy who keeps the whole thing going. I have a lot of respect for him, especially since I know he took over caring for his five brothers after their parent’s died when he was young and that he has shouldered the family business too and made a massive success of it… but I much prefer respecting him from afar. Close up, he’s kind of terrifying. I don’t know why his younger brother, Angelo who I normally work underneath, has done this to me. It’s almost as if he wants to punish me for something and I don’t know what it is. I haven’t done anything wrong as far as I know. I’m a bad ass employee who is always on top of everything.
“Maybe it’s just because it’s the first day, Tami,” Ruby tries to reassure me. “He might be better tomorrow.”
“I just don’t think he believes I’m good enough to be working for him, that’s all.”
“Oh, get lost! You kick ass, Tami! He will be able to see that if he’s the ruthless, smart business guy that he seems to be. You finished top in all of your college classes and you’ve done nothing but prove yourself ever since. Personally, I think you’re far too good to even be Angelo’s assistant. You should be running a creative team of your own. Hopefully, your time with the boss will help him to see that!”
I can’t help but smile at my best friend. “You’ve always been my biggest cheer leader, Ruby, and that’s why I love you so much. But I’m only just twenty two years old. He’s in his thirties. I’m sure that he just sees me as a kid. I might have done well in college, but I probably don’t have enough work experience.”
Ruby rolls her eyes dramatically. “I might not have a business as big as the Smith’s, but I’m a boss too, remember? And when I see potential, work experience doesn’t matter.”
“Well, maybe one day when I am running my own accounts, I will take your salon on as a client.”
“You know that I would love that. I wouldn’t trust anyone to do that but you.”
I finish the rest of my drink – non-alcoholic because it’s a work night of course – and I lean back in my chair. I’m so glad that I came out for dinner with Ruby. I wasn’t going to because I’m so exhausted, but I needed someone to vent to and now I’m really glad that I did. I have to admit that I do feel a lot better now.
“Well, let me just survive this long ass week first then we’ll see where my career goes from here.”
I would love to think that this could be a big step for me and that was Angelo’s plan all along, but I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up for nothing. I don’t want to be let down.
“Let me see a picture of this arrogant ass,” Ruby suddenly blurts out.
“What, Brad? You want to see a picture of Brad? I don’t think he has a social media account.”
“No, but there must be a photo of him on the company website or something like that.”
I pull my cell phone out, wondering what the hell Ruby is planning now, and I head to the website. I find the page about Brad and wait a second for it to load. As his face fills my screen I can actually look at him with a feeling like his gaze is piercing deeply back into me, and my heart skips a few beats.
“You aren’t going to do anything silly, are you?” I check before I show her anything.
“Of course not! I just want to see what he looks like, that’s all.” I hand the phone to her and immediately her whole expression changes. “Oh my God, he’s gorgeous! Wow wee, no wonder he’s arrogant. I bet he carries himself like a sexy as fuck boss. Woah, I wouldn’t mind working underneath him.”
“Ruby!” I exclaim in shock. “I just told you how I don’t want to work for him…”
“Well, I don’t understand why not. He’s hot. Even if he is an ass, he’s good to look at.”
“You have a fiancé, Ruby. I don’t think you should talk about another man like that.”
She rolls her eyes and snorts at me. “So, I can’t say that another man is good looking? I don’t think so. I can admire, and this man is sexy. Tall, dark, handsome, clearly takes care of himself…”
“Not your type at all, Ruby!” I honestly don’t get what all of this is about.
“No, but he might be yours. Don’t you think?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Don’t you think that it’s time you start considering popping those V plates of yours?”
“I am not losing my virginity to my boss!” I hiss while snatching my phone back. “Have you lost your mind?”
“Why not? Daniel kept stringing you along for years and it never happened, so maybe it’s time…”
I squirm in my seat, not wanting to think about my ex, Daniel. The boy I met in high school who I had stupid dreams of spending the rest of my life with. I thought he was ‘the one’. We never slept together in school because we didn’t feel ready. Then we had to keep things long distance as we went to college because he moved so far away. But that was okay for me, I wasn’t in any hurry. I just loved him. I would have waited forever…
Until the last year of college when he accidently video called me while in the middle of sex with someone else. I was left watching the whole show in shock. The worst part was the lack of apology. He didn’t even care, he just said that he needed to sow his wild oats before settling down with me… like I would ever want to stick with him after that. I was done.
Over. I was never going to go back. Even if I loved him still…
But that was over a year ago now and I’m truly over him and the pain he caused me. I think I might even be ready to move on and to be with someone properly… but not my boss. That’s just crazy!
“I don’t think so.” I shake my head hard. “Not Brad. He isn’t the one for me.”
“He is very handsome though. You can’t deny that. I mean, look at him. He’s a serious hottie.”
“Maybe.” I shrug, trying to play it down. “I don’t know. Whatever.”
Ruby gives me a look, almost as if she can see that I feel more for Brad which isn’t the truth. He’s just some guy who owns the company that I work for and that I have been forced to work closely with this week. Nothing more. Maybe he is good looking, I don’t know. I haven’t ever noticed him before and that i
sn’t going to change now. All I have to do is get through this week with some dignity intact. That’s it…
“Stop looking at the website,” I complain to myself as I stare at my phone screen again. “What is wrong with you? Why do you need to keep obsessively looking at pictures of your boss all the time? It’s weird.”
Almost as weird as standing in my bedroom in my pajamas, talking to myself. It has to be Ruby’s fault. Her words about Brad have stuck with me and I can’t handle it. I don’t want to think of the man that’s been pissing me off all day long as sexy, but I suppose he is. I just haven’t ever really looked at him before. He has striking features. Beautiful dark warm eyes and a nice body. He seems to have a depth to him as well which I haven’t really noticed before… but I still shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. Especially when I have four more days putting up with him. The last thing I want is to still be attracted to him…
I slide into bed and close my eyes, trying to block all thoughts of Brad, but of course he remains as if he needs to torture me further. Not only is he in my mind, but he’s leaning towards me as if he’s about to kiss me.
“Fuck, stop it,” I mutter. But my body likes it. Butterflies flap in the pit of my stomach and there’s a pulsation in my panties. “Brain, what the hell are you doing? I don’t want this…”
But imaginary Brad grabs me, and his mouth claims me. He kisses me with the sort of fiery passion found only in movies, his hands sliding down over my butt, flames igniting all the way through me. I’m foggy, heady with need, desperate to get the much needed release that’s already building up.
“Stop this,” I whisper as I light up all over. “Just stop it already.”
But it’s practically out of my control. My fingers travel down towards my panties regardless. I imagine that it’s Brad’s commanding hands, his expert touch coming for me. My back arches off the bed, my hips roll towards my fingers, I take myself as if it’s this man controlling me.
“Oh fuck,” I burst out as I feel my wetness. “Fucking hell, Brad.”