I grab Jude’s manuscript and, starting from the beginning, I go through every sentence looking for possible revisions.
I have no idea how much time has passed, just like the first time I started ‘Twisted Obsession’ I was sucked in by the collage of fragmented characters and Jude’s intertwined story line. The main character is easily the most intriguingly sinister motherfucker that has ever been created. He has me on the verge of committing fictional homicide on one page, and wishing I was at home with my B.O.B. the very next.
I am flushed and soaking wet when I’m interrupted by a knock on my office door. I have a slight panic attack and glance at the clock to check the time. 11:47.
“Shit!” I call out, “Come in!” And start shoving my files, revision notes and the manuscript into my satchel. I sling it over my shoulder and grab my purse before looking up to watch as Wes closes— And locks the door behind him. “Wesley. Hey, I’m just on my way out. I have a meeting with my author at noon.”
I walk from behind my desk and try to move around Wes to get to the office door. But before my hand can touch the doorknob Wes yanks and tosses both my satchel and purse over my desk and into my chair. “Wesley, what in the…”
WHAM! He has my body shoved up against the door. Immediately, one hand fists into my hair arching my neck back and forcing my face to his. His other hand jerks my skirt up around my waist before shoving his thigh between my legs and roughly rubbing it against my clit.
I feel his teeth sink into my earlobe before slowly scraping it until he releases it from his mouth to whisper into my ear, “The fuck you doin’, angel? Huh?” His hand replaces his thigh and his fingers sweep between my folds before stroking me hard and fast.
“Wes, no. Please. I can’t do this shit again. I get it. And I’ll be fine. Just.” I shove both palms against his shoulders and knee him in his balls, sending him crashing back onto my desk. “Just leave me the fuck alone, okay? I got what I wanted. You got what you wanted. Now, we’re done. Finished.”
I spin around to leave without all my notes just in attempt to get the hell away from him. My hand grasps the door knob before he growls, “No! Fuck no, Stell! I am nowhere near finished with you. You are mine. I fucking possess you. Do you understand me? Mine.” He growls.
“One more sexually harassing statement like that, Wesley, and I will file charges. I don’t belong to ANYONE, and if you think you that can use this internship as a way to corner me into being your submissive or your fuck toy, YOU, sir, are sorely mistaken. I will walk out of this building and never come back. The only reason I am here is for decoration on my resume.”
I slam the hell outta that office and storm from the building.
Chapter 18
Rectify a Betrayal
“Son of a bitch!” I roll over groaning in agony, trying my damndest to keep from losing my coffee all over Stell’s desk.
What. In. The. Hell. Has gotten into her? She walked in my office this morning like a goddamn ice princess. Her defenses so impenetrable you could practically see the steel shutters in her eyes… directly behind that fake ass smile painted across her face.
After I somewhat squelch the pain and nausea, I drag myself off her desk, only to swipe my arm across it in a fleeting fit of rage. I sink into the chair in front of her desk and rake my eyes over the shit I just strewed everywhere.
I made it clear Didn’t I? Saturday night and Sunday morning, I am certain I made it crystal clear. She is mine. Period. I made her coffee, there was a slight misunderstanding, but I straightened it out. Right?
I lean my elbows forward resting them on my knees and shove my hands into my hair. Guilt floods me as I look at all the files and paperwork on her floor.
“I don’t need this, hell, I don’t want this shit! Pussy doesn’t have a name, or a face. Pussy is nothing more than pussy.”
I’m uncertain why in the hell I ever thought otherwise.
It takes a while before I am able to physically move; once I do, I quickly pick up the mess I made on the floor of Stell’s office.
I stalk back to my office and bark at Rachel, “Get Mr. Preston on the line. Forward him to my office.”
My office phone starts ringing as I sit behind my desk. I snatch it up, cradling it between my ear and shoulder, “This is Wesley.”
“Wes, what’s up man? How are you?” The noise in the background makes it difficult to hear him.
“Excellent. I’ve just finished with the meeting that ran over, I’m headed your way now. Did Stell already order for me?”
“Ahh… no she didn’t. I was under the impression Stell was taking control over ‘Twisted’. She’s doing an awesome job. Adorable as shit too.” His chuckle pisses me off.
“No, Jude, she’s an intern. She isn’t taking control of shit. Not until she has a job at a publishing house. Until then she is under me. Understood?”
“Huh, okay… Well what do you want me to tell her to order for you?”
“Y’all are at Denmon’s right?” Hell yes I’m guessing.
“No man, we’re and Steinburg’s. The deli a few blocks down. Where the hell did you get Denmon’s?”
“Secretary must have written down the wrong restaurant. I’ll be there in a few.” I hang up the phone and haul ass out of my office.
“Rach, call downstairs and have my driver waiting for me.” I push the elevator button and the doors slide open.
“This is good, Travis.” I jump out as soon as my driver pulls the car up to the curb.
Walking past the restaurant on my way to the entrance, I catch sight of Stella and Jude through the window. Stella has her head thrown back laughing. One of her hands is hovering over her laughing mouth and the other playfully shoves at Jude before settling on his shoulder.
When I see her lean in close to him so he can tell her something in her ear, my entire system switches from dumbfounded to furious.
Is Stella Reese flirting? With Jude? Her author? She has lost her goddamn mind!?
I shove my way through the restaurant and before I know it, I’m towering over the laughing couple. The palpable seething anger rolling off me causes Stella to look over her shoulder.
When her eyes meet mine all the blood rushes from her face and she stares up at me in shock. “Glad you’re enjoying yourself, Ms. Reese.” I look over scowling at Jude. “Jude.” I nod towards the table. “May I?”
Stella scurries from the booth where moments ago she was practically falling into Jude’s lap. Her moment of shock must have been short lived; now she appears flustered and pissed. And from the blush staining the skin of her neck and her face, I’m willing to guess she’s also embarrassed as hell.
“Wes, what are you doing here?” She snaps. Huh, maybe the blush is from her being pissed off.
“Why wouldn’t I be here, Ms. Reese? You’re an intern for Jacobs Publishing and I am Wesley Jacobs, correct?” I smirk at her and slide into the booth. “Sit, please, don’t let me interrupt your lovely lunch date.”
“It isn’t a— Gahh!” She whips her little ass into the booth…right next to me.
Good Girl.
“It isn’t a date. It’s a meeting. A lunch meeting.” She growls through her teeth.
“Well, you certainly could’ve fooled me.” I look over her head and wave a waiter over to our table.
When he reaches the table, he tries to hand me the menu. I shake my head refusing to touch the filthy thing.
“No, thank you. A Johnny Walker on the rocks.” I turn my attention back to Jude but am interrupted by the waiter clearing his throat. “Is there a problem?” My eyebrows touch my hairline.
“Yes. I’m sorry, sir, but this is a deli. We have Yearling on tap, soda, or coffee. That’s all we serve.”
“A Yearling will suffice.”
“Oh my God.” Stella whispers beside me, covering her face with her hands.
“Stell? You alright?” I ask her around my smirk before looking back over the table at Jude. “So, where are we?”
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br /> “Actually, Stell and I have covered everything. We were just enjoying the rest of our lunch before you got here.” He smiles at Stella. “Weren’t we, babe?”
Babe?
Oh. So…this son of a bitch wants to die.
“Babe?” I look between Stella and Jude, noting the blush blooming across her face and the cocky expression across his.
“Ms. Reese, ‘Babe’ is not an endearment commonly associated with professional behavior. Tell me that you’ve conducted yourself better than it seems.” I narrow my eyes on hers, pinning her to her seat.
Jude’s voice interrupts the thoughts crawling and scratching their way around inside my head.
“She’s done a splendid job. I adore, Stella. Her ideas, her opinion, everything she proposed today during our meeting was fresh and directly in tune with the direction I originally saw ‘Twisted’ headed in.” He pauses to lean forward and glare across the table.
“I was nervous about handing my manuscript over to Jacobs. In all honesty, had the family emergency not kept me from our meeting last week, you, Wesley would have received the third degree. However…” He nods his head towards Stella, his glaring expression sliding away with an extremely pleased one settling in its place. “…As soon as I laid eyes on Stell and she opened her mouth, any doubts I had instantly vanished.” He slouches back into the booth before looking over at me with a smug smirk. “And yes, while it was business time, she was the epitome of professionalism. But we’re at recess now and it’s playtime. Merely a lunch shared between two close friends.”
From under furrowed brows I look back and forth between the two of them. I’m pissed. I’m confused as hell. And most of all, I want some damn answers. However, if I ask any questions or start demanding answers from Stell, it will only make me look like the slimy bastard I’m trying to paint Jude as.
Dammit. Son of a bitch.
The waiter sets my beer in front of me and I have to calmly refrain from snatching it up and chugging it down. I take a slow small sip and set it back down before clearing my throat.
High road. I need to take the high road…but first, I gotta find the damn thing.
I have no idea where the words which fall from my mouth come from. Without thinking them, processing them, or filtering them they are already said.
“Stella is an exceptional addition to Jacobs. I plan on keeping her long after her internship is complete.” Wait. What? Damn it! That is not what I meant to say.
I grab my beer from the table and tilt it back, swallowing half the contents then slam it on the table a little harder than I intended.
“What?” She looks at me like I’ve lost it. And I have. “What does… Wes, we’ve never talked about… What exactly are you talking about?”
I lay my hand on top of hers and smile at her with every drop of charm I possess, “We’ll talk about it later tonight.”
Stella’s jaw unhinges and hangs open. I drain my beer and wave the waiter down. “Well, I believe playtime is over.” I hand the waiter a hundred. “I apologize for my tardiness. I’m glad Stella was here to solidify your faith in JPH. I wouldn’t have let her begin the meeting without me if I’d thought she was incapable.” I nod towards Jude before motioning for Stella to remove her ass from the booth. “Ms. Reese. Shall we?”
She moves quickly, scooting from the booth and stands. She turns toward Jude smiling and holds her hand out. Jude, still slouched back in the booth takes her hand; and instead of shaking it he brings it to his mouth and brushes his lips across it, maintaining eye contact with Stella the entire time.
She ducks her head, smiling, but quickly looks back at him, “It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Jude. I am ecstatic at the opportunity to work with such a talented writer.” She slips her hand from his before grabbing her bag and purse. “I’ll call you once I finish the revisions. Sound good?”
“That sounds perfect, babe. You have my number. Call anytime. Business or play.” He smirks.
“Jude.” I nod towards him before sliding my hand to the small of Stella’s back in an act that screams possession, “Stell, my driver will take us back to work. We’re already running a bit behind.”
She smiles again at Jude before moving toward the restaurant’s exit. My hand does not waver from the small of her back.
Once Travis is headed back towards the office, she breaks the silence, gritting her words out. “What in the HELL was that? Jesus, Wesley! Why didn’t you just start circling my feet and pissing on me?”
“No, Stell. I will ask the damn questions. Can you explain to me why MY intern was flirting with one of MY authors?” I roar across the backseat.
She sputters, shaking her head. “You are absolutely ridiculous. I refuse to even answer your absurd question.” She turns her body and looks out the backseat window.
I have to lock every muscle in my body to keep from jerking her little ass over my lap and whipping the shit out of her.
Travis parks in the parking garage in front of the private elevator leading directly to my office suites.
I climb from the vehicle and hold the door open for Stella as she slides across the backseat and steps out. The doors to the elevator have barely closed before I shove her face first against the elevator wall with one of my hands, cuffing both her wrists, pinning them at the small of her back.
When I feel the elevator ascending I hit the emergency stop button before yanking her skirt up as far as it will go. I thrust my erection against her ass growling into her ear, “You need to get this straight right goddamn now, Ms. Reese. You belong to me. Your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me.” I slap my palm across her bare ass. “This ass belongs to me.” My hand connects with her other cheek before snaking up her spine and sinking into her hair. I grab a fist full to pull her head back forcing her eyes to mine. When our eyes lock, I continue. “Your submission, flirtation, your motherfucking everything, belongs to me. If I have to fuck you stupid to fuck you straight then I will.”
My knee replaces my hand at the small of her back keeping her pinned in place. I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull my cock out. I circle her wrists with one hand again as I stroke my cock in the other. Sneering down at her, I ask, “That pussy of mine wet, angel? Or does it need to be spanked like that little ass of yours too?”
“Wes, stop trying to intimidate me. It won’t work—.” My hand snakes around to the front of her before shoving her legs open and slapping my fingers against her bare, wet pussy until I feel her clit swell. I move my fingers rubbing her slick swollen clit rough and fast, easily evoking moans from her. Moans my ears have starved for since Saturday night. “Oh, God.” She cries out.
I feel her weight shift as her knees buckle but keep her held up, pinning her to the front of my body using the hand I have between her legs as leverage.
I release her wrists and palm her thigh, roughly squeezing its tautness before pulling it up and folding it against the wall of the elevator. I raise the hand I’m working her clit with and slap the drenched skin of her pussy twice, then immediately delve my fore and middle fingers into her.
Once I’m knuckle deep, I curl my fingers and fuck her hard with them.
My teeth sink into her earlobe. Between my clenched teeth, I tell her, “My pussy. You know how I know that pussy belongs to me, Ms. Reese? Because it fucking weeps for me.”
“Son of a— Oh, shit. Ohhhhhh God!” She constricts and convulses around my fingers.
“Don’t you dare cum. I will tear your ass up, do you hear me?” I thrust my cock between her legs, sliding it through her wet pussy lips. “You cum on my cock when it’s buried inside you, or you don’t fucking cum at all. Is that understood, Ms. Reese?” I rub her clit harder then scrape my middle fingernail over the tip quickly, causing her to yelp. My finger pads roughly circle her clit again while my other hand continues finger fucking her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
Bringing her to the brink.
Through clenched teeth, I demand, “Is that
understood?” I would demand her answer if I didn’t realize she’s too far gone, incapable of speaking anything coherent; incapable of nothing except the moans and pleas she cries out through her ragged breaths.
She’s on the verge when I pull my hands away from her pussy and hook her legs over my forearms. Standing behind her, I brace both hands against the wall quickly lifting her up and splitting her wide open. Using my torso, I thrust my cock into her balls deep.
The orgasm barreling its way towards her has her pussy already convulsing around my cock, clamping down so hard my eyes cross. Pummeling into her pussy, I growl, “Cum. Cum on my fucking cock, NOW!” Increasing my pace, I fuck her, stabbing into her deeper and deeper until my cock is battering against her womb. “I fucking said CUM!” I roar at her.
Her cum instantly covers my cock and the tops of my thighs. And as her pussy pulls me deeper, tightening around my cock like a fucking vise, I shout, “GODFUCKINGDAMN IT! Pussy’s so fucking tight, angel. FUCK! FUCK YEAH!” I grunt, pumping and filling her full of my cum.
Something primal snaps in my psyche, causing me to shove my cum deeper and deeper inside her until I’m utterly drained and she is completely full.
My arms ease her legs down slowly, one at a time sliding around her waist. In a fit of eagerness to suck on the skin covering her neck and shoulders, I tear her shirt open in the front sending tiny pearl buttons scattering across the floor as I pull the offending material off one of her shoulders.
Keeping one arm around her waist, my other hand clenches the material of her shirt as my mouth falls to the sweat slicked skin of her shoulder.
I cover the top of her back in kisses, nips and tastes before settling my sweaty forehead between her shoulder blades and whisper against her skin, “What the fuck are you doing to me, angel?”
Chapter 19
Pieces
Wesley’s words, “What the fuck are you doing to me, angel?” pull me from the haze of lust I was contently drifting in.
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