by Blue Saffire
“I’m so happy you’re both here.” She squeezed their hands.
Then she sighed contently and closed her eyes.
Epilogue
“Did you put Susan to sleep?” asked Melia seductively from the bed.
“Yes. But she didn’t go down without a fight. That child does not like to go to sleep.” He grinned as he crept into bed with her. “She gets that stubbornness from her mother.”
“Oh, yeah? Do I get the blame for all of our daughter’s bad traits?”
Luka straddled her. “Oh no, she gets your sense of humor, your charm, and your beauty as well.”
“Hmm, are you buttering me up for something, Mr. Rossiter?”
“No, Mrs. Rossiter, I wouldn’t dream of it.” He laughed and pinned her arms above her head. Slowly, lovingly, he tied her wrists to the bedposts above her head and her ankles to the grate at the bottom of the bed. He kissed her and reached into the bedside table. Rummaging around, he selected a medium-sized whip. He sat up in between Melia’s spread legs and smiled impishly. “Are you ready?”
Melia tried to steady the flutter in her chest. No matter the amount of years that had passed, she was still madly in love with Luka, and just the way he looked at her made her struggle to catch her breath.
“Yes,” she said breathily. She winced with pleasure at the sharp tap of the whip against her hip.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’m ready, master.”
Luka grinned. He trailed his tongue down the center of her body and relished the shudders of desire that rocked Melia’s petite frame. He was looking forward to making her fly.
“Perfect. Let’s begin then.”
THE END
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Laura Lee
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Bad Pr
It can’t get worse than finding your fiancé banging his secretary over the back of your couch, right?
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Wrong.
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Try finding out your unforgettable one-night stand is your new boss.
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He’s the most arrogant man I’ve ever met. Unfortunately, his cockiness is not unwarranted—in the bedroom or the boardroom.
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Now I just have to figure out how the one man I can’t stand became the only one I want. Without destroying my career in the process.
1
Avery
“Oh yeah, give it to me, Big Daddy!”
“I’ll give it to you, baby. I’ll give it to you real good.”
What in the actual fuck?
I’m home a day early from my business trip to surprise my fiancé, Stuart. Considering it’s three in the afternoon on a Wednesday, said fiancé should be in the office reviewing the contract that I had signed, sealed, and delivered onto his lap after spending the last two days in Atlanta. What he should not be doing, is banging his secretary over the back of our couch.
Neither one of them have noticed me at this point, so I watch with morbid fascination as he ruts into her like a pig in heat. I don't really know what pigs look like when they mate but comparing him to swine seems rather appropriate at the moment, don't you think?
“Oh, Stewie, just like that! Your cock is so huge I can barely take it!”
Huge? The only way Stewie would be considered huge is if you were comparing him to a gherkin. Even then, it’s a toss-up.
Stuart grabs her hips and starts doing his best impression of a jackhammer. “Uh...Callie...baby, you’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”
Hate to break this to you, Callie baby, but Stuart never lasts much longer. I look at the face of my Rolex—the watch he just gave me for my twenty-ninth birthday—and think to myself that this will be over in about a minute.
A vein pops in the middle of Stuart’s forehead as he throws his head back. “Unh...yeah, that’s it. I’m coming, baby! I’m coming so hard!”
Okay...so it was more like ten seconds.
"Mmm, yeah, baby, I'm coming too. Ooh, yeah, give it to me." Callista's voice is slightly porny, which leads me to believe that she's totally faking it.
Been there, honey.
You’re probably wondering why I haven’t said anything at this point, right? I should be spitting mad. Ready to take a stand on behalf of all women scorned. Maybe I should be yelling or throwing things, or at the very least, let them know that I’m standing in the doorway so they’d put an end to this shit show. I’d be lying if I said the thought of chucking my Louboutins at his face didn’t sound appealing, but truthfully, Stuart Reed is not worth potentially breaking a heel.
In fact, these two are doing me a favor. Stuart and I have been together since college, but our relationship has been dead for a long time. I don't even know why I agreed to marry him in the first place. It just seemed like a natural progression since we had been a couple for so many years. We got along well, and we had similar interests, so it made sense, I guess. Sex between us was always lackluster at best, but I'm not really one of those women that prioritizes bedroom activities. Sure, it's nice to have a release sometimes, but my showerhead can do that for me just fine.
I never understood that all-consuming desire that you see in movies or read about in romance novels, where people can’t keep their hands off each other. Quite frankly, I think the whole concept is asinine. I get much more satisfaction out of signing a big client than I’ve ever had from a lover.
I cross my arms over my chest as their bodies fall lax and clear my throat. "Hi, guys. How's it going?"
Their eyes widen comically as they disentangle from one another. Callista shrieks and starts gathering her clothing off the floor while Stuart remains frozen in shock, with his pants around his ankles.
“A-Avery,” he stutters. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow.”
I arch an eyebrow and nod toward the couch. “Yeah, Stuart, it’s pretty damn obvious you weren’t expecting me.”
He quickly looks at his secretary and back to me again. “Darling, this isn’t what it looks like. It didn’t mean anything.”
I don’t miss the glare Callista sends his way. She remains mute though and makes a run for it after she finishes dressing.
“I’m so sorry, Avery,” she whispers as she passes me.
> I scoff. “Yeah, I bet.”
Stuart pulls his pants up and steps toward me.
I hold my hand up to ward off his advance. “If you’d like to keep your nuts intact, you probably shouldn’t get any closer, Stuart.”
He blanches. “Avery, I swear, this was a one-time thing.”
“Really?” I challenge. “So that’s supposed to make it better? Why was she even in our apartment, Stuart?”
He gulps. "I decided to work from home today, and she was dropping off contracts. Callie's been coming on to me for a while, and you and I haven't made love in months and well...I'm a man. I have needs."
“Wow...so let me get this straight. This is my fault?”
He shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, that’s not what I was saying. I messed up. I swear it won’t happen again.”
“Oh. Okay then.”
He blinks rapidly. “Really? You’re okay with this?”
I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not okay with this, you moron! You were just fucking your secretary over the back of our couch. How would that ever be okay?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose as if I'm the unreasonable one. "Look, Avery, we need to find a way to get past this. I'll buy another couch if that helps. We can forget this little...incident ever happened. There's too much at stake at the firm to allow a silly personal issue affect our productivity. There's no I in team, Aves. We need each other."
Sadly, he’s right about our working relationship. In that respect, Stuart and I burn hotter than ever. We’re the top closers by a mile at one of the largest PR firms in New York. A firm that Stuart’s father just happens to own, but nothing was handed to us—we’ve earned our status through talent, long hours, and drive. Our client list contains actors, athletes, supermodels, and the occasional mogul or Wall Street douchebag. Together, we brought in over a hundred million dollars to Reed & Associates in the past year alone.
I narrow my eyes. “You should’ve thought about that before you stuck your dick inside your secretary.”
He throws his hands up in exasperation. “I said it wouldn’t happen again!”
I pick my bag up off the floor. "You're right, Stuart. It won't because I'm done. I'll be at a hotel until I can make other arrangements. Don't worry; I'll send you the bill. It'd be great if you can be gone tomorrow so I can come to get my things."
“You can’t be serious! You’re just going to throw away the last seven years of our lives?”
“Oh, I’m serious,” I confirm. “We may have to work together, but we don’t have to be together. I can be professional in the office, and I hope you can do the same." I pry my engagement ring off my finger and set it on the entry table. "I hope Callie baby keeps your tiny dick happy.”
His jaw drops. “Tiny?! I’ll have you know it’s perfectly average. Above average, maybe.” He narrows his eyes. “Maybe you’re too loose from all the men you’ve slept with. Ever think about that?”
I roll my eyes. He and I both know that I’ve only been with two other men. Also, I’m a Kegel master. “You keep telling yourself that, Stewie. Your teeny wienie isn’t my problem anymore. If you wanted it tighter, you should’ve brought a bigger dick to the table.”
I don’t give him a chance to reply before I walk out the door and slam it behind me. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t even attempt to follow, probably still pouting over my insult to his manhood. It may have been a cheap shot on my behalf, but the look on his face when I said it makes me smile during the entire elevator ride down the lobby.
2
Avery
2 Months Later
My secretary, Diane, stands up the moment I walk into the office, wringing her hands. Why the hell does she look so nervous?
“Ms. Jacobs, Mr. Reed would like to see you in his office immediately.”
I sigh. “Which Mr. Reed?”
“Senior, ma’am.”
Great. This is the last thing I need today. I’m so far behind on everything because Stuart refuses to act like a goddamn professional and pull his weight. We broke up two months ago and yet every day, he spends his time begging me to take him back instead of actually working. And every day, I tell him I’d rather eat dog shit than ever have his microscopic dick inside of me again.
“Thank you, Diane. Will you let him know I’ll be right up?”
She nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
I drop my purse in my office and take the stairs up to the next floor. As I’m leaving the stairwell, the elevator dings and the doors open. Stuart’s standing inside, with his hand wrapped around Callista’s hip.
He gives me an arrogant smirk before placing a kiss on her lips. “I’ll be back down as soon as I take care of this and we can resume our conversation.”
She squeals as he pinches her ass. “Okay, baby. I can’t wait.”
I ignore them and start walking down the hallway toward Stuart Sr.'s office. When Stuart Jr. catches up to me, I give him the side-eye. "Does that little show mean that I can finally count on you leaving me the fuck alone?"
Stuart straightens his tie. “Oh, you can count on a lot of things, Aves. One of which is that you’re about to be standing in the unemployment line.”
I glare at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He knocks twice on his father’s office door. “You’re about to find out.”
“Come in,” Mr. Reed says.
I step into his father’s office tentatively, still trying to figure out why his son has to be here, too. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
Mr. Reed nods to the chairs in front of his desk. “Yes, please sit down. Both of you.”
I make a point to scoot my chair over a few inches before taking a seat beside my asshole ex. "Sir, with all due respect, my workload is really heavy right now, so if we could make this as quick as possible, I'd appreciate it."
Mr. Reed removes his glasses and places them in front of him. “Yes, Avery. Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Your work.”
“What about it?”
He nods to his son. "Well, to be frank, my son has brought some alarming issues to my attention."
I raise my eyebrows. “Such as?”
I see Stuart grinning out of the corner of my eye. Oh, this is going to be interesting.
Stu Sr. clears his throat. “That you haven’t been contributing to your shared accounts. That he’s been having to put in extra hours each week because you've refused to cooperate with him since your relationship ended. The most concerning is that you've broken our no fraternization policy with one of our highest grossing clients."
I bolt out of my chair. “Are you kidding me?!” I look around for hidden cameras. “Is this a joke?”
Mr. Reed frowns. “I assure you, Ms. Jacobs, this is no laughing matter. Now, please sit back down.”
I remain standing and shoot Stuart what I hope is my best ball-shriveling glare. “Our highest grossing client is a seventy-six-year-old media mogul who should buy stock in Viagra, considering how many bimbos he has on rotation. Why on Earth would you think I’d like to join his harem?”
Stuart Jr. scoffs. “I saw you, Avery. He had you pressed against his limo, shoving his tongue down your throat on the corner of 86th and Lexington. Is that why you broke up with me? Because you’re looking for a sugar daddy?”
My jaw drops and for a moment, I’m incapable of speaking. I can’t believe he actually has the nerve to pull this shit! After all these years together, how could he do something so vicious? Especially when he’s the reason we split!
"I broke up with you Stuart because you're a lying, cheating asshole!"
Stuart Sr. stands. “Avery, there’s no need for this outburst. Please, sit down.”
“Oh, so now I’m Avery again?” I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Your son’s accusations are one-hundred-percent false. For the record, he has been the one leaving me with an abundance of work because he refuses to be a goddamn professional.”
“If that were true, why haven’t you sa
id anything up to this point?” Mr. Reed challenges. “Stuart brought his concerns about your work ethic to me two months ago. I’ve been giving you time to get your act together because you have been so valuable to Reed & Associates, but with this newest development, I could no longer keep silent.”
I roll my lips, choosing my words carefully. “Because I’m a professional, and I’m more than capable of handling it. I’ve been the main point of contact for every one of our clients since they’ve signed with us. My work ethic has never been a problem. I log more hours than anyone in this building!”
Mr. Reed raises his eyebrows. “Are you accusing my son of lying?”
“Yes!”
Stuart laughs. “Please, Avery. There’s no need to get nasty just because you’ve been caught. I can’t help but wonder how many other clients you’ve bedded to get them to sign with us. Is that why you were never in the mood? Because you were too exhausted from giving it up all over town?”
I can feel my face reddening. “How dare you!”
Mr. Reed holds his hand up. “Stuart, Avery, we’re not here to discuss your personal relationship. Whatever your reasons were for ending it, I don’t care. What I do care about is the reputation of my business and how my employees conduct themselves." He turns toward me. "And you, Ms. Jacobs, have violated one of our cardinal rules. I will not put this company at risk by continuing to employ you. If you leave quietly, I'll be sure to sweep this indiscretion under the rug and say you resigned so it won't affect your ability to stay in the PR industry. I do, however, highly recommend you reconsider having personal relations with clients in the future."