Not Sorry

by Ella Miles

  “You don’t get to do this to me, bitch. I propose, and you marry me. I didn’t throw the last year away on you to have you say no. Do you understand me?” Owen asks, his hands still firmly around my neck.

  He isn’t really trying to choke me, more just to contain me.

  I kick him hard in the balls, and his hands immediately let go of my neck. I feel Sean walk up behind me. I look up at Sean and see an even darker rage in his eyes as he peers down at Owen.

  “You’re lucky that Olive got to you before I could. If you ever touch her again, I will tear your body into pieces before burying each body part on a different continent to make sure you are never found or thought of ever again,” Sean says, his voice full of fury.

  I look up at him, but his eyes don’t soften.

  “Let’s get your stuff, Olive, and then get out of here,” Sean says, guiding me away from where Owen is crumpled on the floor.

  I step back inside Owen’s apartment, and my heart is pounding so fast that I can’t even think.

  “Olive, where is your stuff?” Sean asks.

  “Bedroom. The cat is probably also under the bed.”

  Sean grabs my hand and leads me that way as Owen stumbles back into the apartment. Sean pulls me into the bedroom and then locks the door behind us. He stops and strokes my face as I look up at him.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, looking at the anger still in his eyes, afraid he is going to go kill Owen if we don’t get out of here soon.

  He laughs gently. “I should be asking you that.”

  I smile weakly. “I’m fine because of you.”

  He shakes his head. “No. You’re more than fine because of you.”

  His lips gently find mine again, like he’s afraid to roughly touch me because he might break me.

  “You can kiss me harder than that. I won’t break,” I say.

  He takes a deep breath. “I know. You’re stronger than I ever thought possible. And you’ve learned something.”

  I cock my head to one side. “What?”

  “You said you weren’t sorry.”

  I grin widely. “Well, I’m not, and he needed to know that. We should get my stuff and get out of here.”

  I turn and head toward the closet to grab the couple of items that I have stored there when Sean grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

  “No, I think we have more important things to do first.”

  His lips crash down on mine, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. My whole body comes alive again when he kisses me. It’s a strange feeling that I thought I would never feel again. I thought we were done after the last time. Evidently, Sean has changed his mind. And I’m more than happy to go along with his new plan until he pushes me back onto Owen’s bed.

  “No! We can’t,” I whisper as my eyes grow large.

  Sean removes his suit jacket and then slowly undoes the buttons on his shirt. “I want you, Olive. Watching you put Owen in his place was a major turn-on.”

  Sean removes his shirt, and all I can think about is how I want to feel his hard body on mine again.

  “What better way to get back at Owen than by fucking in his bed?” Sean asks, his eyes full of hunger and need.

  It doesn’t take any convincing for me to decide that I want him to fuck me on Owen’s bed.

  “Is that what you want, Olive? For me to fuck you?”

  I nod as Sean undoes the buttons on my coat and pushes it off.

  “You want me to touch you like he never did?”

  I nod as Sean undoes the button and zipper on his pants.

  “You want me to make you scream like Owen never could?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  Sean takes his cock out of his pants and holds it in his hand. He pulls a condom out of his back pocket and slips it on while he stares at me the whole time.

  Sean grabs my pajama pants and pulls them down hard, and I squeal just a little bit. And then I bite my lip when I realize I was far too loud for what we are about to do.

  “Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear every dirty moan.”

  He grabs my legs and spreads them wide. He buries his face between them. His tongue makes me forget about how angry I was just a second ago. I try to keep my senses about me to remain quiet because, even now, I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to become a monster, and that’s what I’ll feel like if I scream and make what we’re doing in Owen’s bed apparent.

  But that’s not an option.

  Sean’s tongue is moving faster than I ever remember him moving it before. He slides a finger into my pussy and then another and another, stretching me wide, while his other hand slips under my top until it finds my nipple, flicking across it.

  The sensation is too much for me to contain, so I scream, “Fuck, more!”

  But Sean stops as soon as I say more. “You don’t get to come without me inside you. He needs to know exactly what I can do to you.”

  Sean pushes his cock inside me, and I grab his face, meeting his lips to try to keep my moaning at bay. But Sean only kisses me once on the lips, and then his lips move to my neck. His lips kiss up and down my neck and then nibble on my ear as he continues to affect me.

  “I want to hear you scream my name.”

  He thrusts harder, fucking me harder and harder into the bed. I’ve never been fucked this hard or this fast before in my life, but it makes me want to have sex like this again and again. Harder, faster, like animals.

  “Scream my name, Olive,” Sean says again.

  He fucks me harder and faster, to a level that I didn’t know existed, until I can barely breathe or think. Until all I can do is scream.

  “Sean!” I scream as I come, clawing my nails into his back.

  He continues to fuck me hard and fast, each thrust harder, until he thrusts one last time, coming inside me with a force I’ve never felt before.

  Just as I’m about to take a breath, I hear a loud pop, and then the bed collapses to the floor. I scream again as Sean’s arms protectively wrap around me as we fall to the floor.

  I look up at Sean, and we both laugh at the bed that is now in a collapsed mess on the floor.

  “Milo!” I say, looking around for my cat, hoping to God that he wasn’t under the bed in his usual hiding place.

  Sean rolls off me and begins cleaning himself up while I pull my pants up. I run, searching around the room for my cat. I open the closet door and find him trapped inside, lying in the corner of the closet. I smile as I pick him up and cuddle him in my arms. He meows and nuzzles his head up against my face, happy to see me.

  I look back at Sean as he pulls his pants back up. I just had him, but I want him again. Now. I take a deep breath, hoping that feeling will pass, but it only intensifies as I look at him. My headache is gone, and I feel alive for the first time since he last fucked me. He’s turned me into a sex-craving lunatic.

  But it’s not just the sex that I want. I want him. I want the guy who, even while he was trying to keep his distance, still took care of me. If he can do that while pretending not to care, I want to know what it’s like for him to truly care about somebody.

  Damn it, what has he done to me?

  13

  Sean

  What the fuck have I done?

  I keep can’t keep having sex with Olive. I’ll ruin her. Because I can never love her. Not when my heart is already taken. And she needs someone to love her.

  But I can’t seem to stay away from her. The first time was for fun and was harmless, but this time was a relapse, one that I can never repeat again, no matter the fact that I so desperately want to.

  “Do you have everything?” I ask Olive, who is firmly clutching her cat with a large smile on her face.

  “Just one second,” she says as she searches through the closet and finds a couple of items of clothing. She finds a small bag in the closet and puts all the items into it. Then, she picks up her coat, putting it on as she stares at the broken bed. “I feel kind of bad about the bed,” she says, loo
king at it and then back at me.

  I pick up my jacket and put it on. Then, I dig into my wallet. I pull out several hundreds and throw them onto the bed. “There. Now, he can buy a new one,” I say.

  She stares at the hundred-dollar bills, and I know she wants to ask about my job again, but she doesn’t. Instead, she just puts the bag with her things over her shoulder and then picks up her cat again. She deliberately walks toward the door and opens it. Owen stands in the doorway, glaring at her.

  I know that she didn’t hear Owen screaming and pounding on the door when I was fucking her. She was too much in her own world, oblivious to anything else other than me. And that’s how I wanted it.

  Owen pushes past Olive and into the bedroom. His eyes grow wide as he sees the state of his bed. “What the fuck did you do to my bed?” Owen shouts at Olive.

  “We fucked. He made me come and scream like you never could.” Olive cocks her head to one side with a sly smile on her face. “But then I’m sure you heard that part.”

  Owen takes a step toward Olive, and I can’t stand the thought of him going near her again, so I step in front of him, stopping him from moving any closer to her.

  “Don’t you dare touch her,” I say.

  “I should call the police. This is breaking and entering. And, now, you can add damaged property to that list of laws you broke,” Owen says.

  I take a step toward him so that he can feel how much stronger I am when I stand over him. “Call the police. I dare you. It will be your word against ours. And I’ll tell the police how much of a piece of shit you are to put your hands on a woman like that.”

  Owen steps back, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t argue with me, but I’m still not sure he gets it.

  “Leave Olive the hell alone. Don’t call her. Don’t try to contact her. Do you understand?”

  Owen’s eyes dart from Olive’s and then back to mine before he nods slowly.

  I walk to Olive, putting my hand on the small of her back and guiding her to the front door of the apartment. I stop for just a second and turn to Owen who has started following us.

  “There should be more than enough cash on your bed to cover the damages,” I say with a smirk before Olive and I leave.

  “You have to promise me something, Olive,” I say as we walk down the hallway.

  “What’s that?” she asks, snuggling with her kitty, only half-listening to me.

  I stop her and force her to look up at me so that she can see how serious and important this is. She gives me her full attention when she sees the intensity in my eyes.

  “You have to promise me that you will stay far away from him. Guys like Owen turn into crazy exes who do crazy things, and I just want you to be safe. So, promise me, you’ll stay away, and if you do have to talk to him again, bring me.”

  She laughs. “What happened to me being independent and strong and standing up for myself?” she asks.

  “I already know that you can do that. You being safe is more important. I just need you to be safe,” I say, stroking her cheek.

  “Okay, I promise,” she says, staring at me with eyes that show me how much she wants me.

  “Take the elevator with me,” I say.

  She cocks her head to one side and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “What? Why?”

  “Just trust me.”

  She bites her lip and then sighs, “Okay.”

  I smile and grab her hand as we run down the hallway, toward the elevator. I know before we even reach the elevator how much of a mistake this is. I’m going to regret it as soon as it happens, but I don’t care. Right now, all I can do is think with my dick instead of my head.

  I press the elevator button, and then we wait while Olive holds on to her cat, studying me like I’m going crazy.

  The elevator door opens a second later, and I make my intentions very clear. I push Olive into the elevator. I take the cat out of her arms and place him on the ground along with the bag that she has been carrying over her shoulder. I kiss her like I’m desperate for her, like this is the last time I’ll ever be able to kiss her again. Because it just might be. Each time I kiss her or fuck her, it should be the last time, so that’s how I consider it—like it’s the last time.

  My hand slips inside her pajama pants and panties until I find her spot between her folds that will make her forget about the fact that we’re riding down in an elevator and that anyone could step on at any moment and see my hand down her pants.

  I lean back and click the button for the ground floor. Then, I whisper into her ear as my fingers rub over her clit, “You have until we get to the ground floor to come. But don’t worry, baby; I’ll make you come long before we get there.”

  I watch as she sucks in a breath. Her cheeks flush pink, and she closes her eyes, trying to keep in the sudden sensation I’m causing inside her.

  But she can still get words out. “But what if someone gets on the elevator before we can get to the ground?”

  I bite her earlobe, making her let go of the tiny bit of control she was holding on to. “Then, you’d better come fast.”

  I slip a finger into her pussy while I keep rubbing against her clit. I kiss down her neck, loving the moans. I love how I can control her, make her think anything, make her do anything that I want. I can even make her stop breathing. I’ve never been with a woman whom I’ve had such control over—at least when it comes to sex. I just wish I had the same control over the rest of her, too.

  I bring her close to coming over and over, but I don’t let her come until we’re almost to the ground floor, just one floor above.

  “Come, baby,” I say.

  She comes, screaming my name again, while grabbing my hair, clawing at my body, as she completely loses control.

  I slip my hand out of her panties just as the door is opening, and then I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking her juices off them.

  Olive’s eyes grow wide. She looks from me to the elevator door opening where I’m sure there’s someone standing. I firmly kiss her on the lips and then pick up the bag from the floor before scooping up her cat and placing it in her arms.

  Then, I grab her hand and lead her out of the elevator, not even paying attention to the people who are staring at us with disgust on their faces. I don’t care what they think. I got to make Olive come again. I got to hear her sexy voice as she screamed. I got to feel her body one last time.

  I watch Olive breathing quickly while we wait for the valet to bring my car around. She is still breathing hard and fast five minutes later when we both climb into the car. Her cat immediately curls up into a circle in her lap, feeling perfectly comfortable in my car.

  I start driving, already knowing exactly where we’re going, but I know that Olive is going to ask me soon where we are going.

  “Where are we going?” she asks just a second later when she realizes I’m not heading in the direction of her apartment.

  “Vegas.”

  “We can’t go to Vegas! We have to work…the company. I don’t have any clothes or things packed. I’m wearing pajamas, for Christ’s sake!”

  I grin. “Are you finished?”

  She frowns. “No, I’m not finished. My life isn’t like yours. I just can’t up and decide to leave. I have people who rely on me. I need to work for money, unlike some people.”

  I pull out my phone, pressing one of my assistant’s numbers. When she answers, I say, “I need you to go to Olive’s apartment and gather her things to go to Vegas for a few days. And then I need you to go to my condo and do the same thing. Make sure the jet is ready to go in an hour.”

  I hang up the phone without waiting for her to respond because I already know that it’s going to be done. That’s her job to make sure that she gets done whatever I tell her to.

  “There. Does that make you happy?”

  “No, it doesn’t make me happy. How will your assistant know what to bring me?”

  “Because it’s her job to know things like that. You will have
everything you need and everything your cat needs to go to Vegas for a couple of days.”

  “Why are we going to Vegas? What’s so important that we need to go there? Because I can already see, you’re slipping on your rule about having sex only one time.”

  I frown. “Don’t worry; I won’t slip up again—at least, not until you know everything important there is to know about me.”

  She raises an eyebrow. “And what is that?”

  I look at her. “I’m going to show you what I do for a living.”

  That will solve the problem. When she knows what I do for a living, she’ll hate me again.

  “And I’m going to give you your final lesson before I make my decision about if you’re right for the manager job.”

  If she doesn’t decide to leave first.

  14

  Olive

  I try not to care about the fact that Sean is basically kidnapping me or that I don’t get a say in my life with him any more than I did with Owen. I should learn my lesson and take back control. Let Sean know that he doesn’t get to control me. Let him know that no one controls my life but me.

  But there is a difference between giving up control to Sean versus Owen. The difference is, I kind of like it when Sean takes control, whereas I hated it when Owen did. When Sean takes control, I know that he has my best interests at heart while Owen couldn’t have cared less. Plus, Sean helped me get rid of Owen and get my cat back. I should go along with him to thank him.

  But the real reason I’m going along with his crazy plan is because he told me that I’d get to find out what he does for a living. I know curiosity can lead me down dangerous paths. I just hope that my curiosity doesn’t get me into too much trouble this time.

  Sean pulls up in front of a building near an airport. I didn’t really believe him when he told his assistant to get the jet ready. I thought maybe he just meant to get us a flight to Vegas. I didn’t believe that Sean actually owned a jet. I’m still not convinced yet that he does. Maybe we’re just catching a ride on someone else’s small plane.