Watch Me

by Ada Frost

  “You’re a fucking tease.” He gripped the back of my neck and brought my mouth to his and pressed his other hand to the base of my spine. I braced my hands on the table beside his head and held on.

  My core muscles tightened around him, gripping him as my orgasm built to new heights.

  “That’s it. Let go.” He panted beneath me. I shattered, sucking him dry. He was a force to be reckoned with as he pounded my pussy. He growled deep in his throat as he came, throbbing inside me.

  My muscles screamed at me, and I collapsed on top of him. His hands stroked down my hair and back as we tried to catch our breath.

  “You’re my chaos, Miss Warner.”

  “I know.” I chuckled, slowly sliding off of his body and getting down from the table. Grabbing a handful of tissues from the centre of the table to clean myself. I righted my clothes. I paused, fastening my shirt as I watched the sex fiend I’d just mounted on the table disappear and the perfect boss reappear. How the hell was that even possible he wasn’t even flushed? I knew my lips were red and swollen, my cheek and neck burned from his stubble, and my clothes looked like they’d never seen an iron.

  “Everyone will know what just happened,” I grumbled, trying to bring my hair into some semblance of neatness.

  “Who cares?”

  “I do.”

  “I like them knowing I just thoroughly fucked you.”

  “And why would that be?” I asked, cuddling against his chest.

  “I belong to you. I want people to know that.”

  “I can live with that,” I said, lifting up onto tiptoes to press my lips to his.

  We were a puzzle that made sense. Somehow our differences made us perfect together. Or as perfect as chaos could be.

  Sexy times were officially on hold. My runny nose and hacking cough, was a deterrent for Lawson. I swear the man would wear a toxic suit around me if he could. We’d had six blissful days of shagging when flu struck. First, I started with a stomach bug, which I tried to disguise so that I wouldn’t be told to go home. Then the chills, which with no heat and having to take cold showers was not helping matters. I’d had to restart using the shower at home because Lawson, God bless him, had wanted to be a true boyfriend and pick me up for work each morning. The mornings I didn’t wake up at his house, that is. Therefore, for the past week I had endured ice cold showers, because I didn’t want to explain why I’d gotten into the habit of using the ones here at work. It was killing me.

  It didn’t help that Lawson had been in a sour mood over the magazine coverage. Not only had it sold over a million copies, but every tabloid, magazine and news crew wanted to speak to him. Every day we screened calls for more interviews. He’d declined every single one, but that didn’t stop them calling with different angles. It was driving him insane.

  I’d bought the magazine. Against my own financial wishes, I had splurged on the overpriced glossy mag because my man looked absolutely freaking amazing. The photos were candid, relaxed, and showed him and Sam perfectly. Gone was the uptight, closed off boss everyone saw. Instead, it portrayed the kind, lifelong friendship between him and Sam. I’d happily been Photoshopped out. But Lawson had those copies. Beside his bed was a framed photograph of me straightening his tie while looking up at him. It was the one and only photo in his home. I hated he had to endure tireless phone calls and emails. But I loved that we had managed to capture that moment.

  Lawson griped again, bringing me out of my day dream.

  “Lawson, why is it when someone doesn’t do specifically what you want, you turn into a complete arse?” I huffed. My wonderful, albeit freaking annoying boyfriend had suddenly latched onto the idea that I was pregnant because I’d been heard by Scarlet throwing up in the ladies’ bathroom.

  “I simply wish to make sure.” He held out the pregnancy test again. I snatched it, glaring at him.

  “Listen, I have the flu. Sometimes people are sick with that. I’m not pregnant. Jesus, your ego knows no bounds.” I threw the box onto the desk and sat down. I didn’t have the energy to deal with this right now. My body felt like it was filled with lead. I crossed my arms on the desk and rested my head on them. “I know you’re competitive and a bit of an over achiever, but I guarantee even your swimmers are not getting through my birth control.”

  “But —”

  “I’m not pregnant,” I interrupted, knowing he’d hate that. Without looking at him, I knew he’d be fisting his hands by his sides.

  “There’s no harm in just seeing.”

  “For fuck’s sake,” I shouted, a little loudly because it hurt my head. Lawson stumbled backward. I grabbed the box from the desk and strode toward his bathroom. Luckily and wisely for him, he kept his trap shut.

  A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom to find him perched on the edge of his desk. Knowing it would freak him out, I tossed the little white stick at him. He caught it purely on instinct but almost threw up when he realised what it was. He dropped it on his desk and raced into the bathroom as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. The muttered curses and vigorous scrubbing brought a smug little smile to my face. Maybe even a little laugh, but that started a bout of coughing, which hurt like hell. I reached out, staggered to one of his desk chairs, and sat down, cradling my head. When he finally sanitised his hands, he strode out with the grimmest scowl on his face.

  “That was a little unnecessary.”

  “I think it was perfectly fitting.” I sniffled. He grimaced, handed me a tissue, and glanced down at the negative stick.

  “See, I’m not trying to trap you. A baby would be catastrophic for me right now.” A shudder shook my bones at the thought of bringing a poor defenceless kid into my fucked up world. I was barely managing to survive myself without a little hungry mouth to feed.

  “I think that’s a little dramatic. The creation of a child should be a gift, not the end of the world.” His stricken expression caused a different kind of pain to lance through me. I completely forgot about his parents.

  “Lawson, I didn’t mean it that way. I just think it’s best to prepare to extend a family so that the child has the best possible life you could give them. I don’t have the means to support a child right now.” My words died on a cough, a rather violent one that had me gasping for breath.

  “Abigail, you need to go to the doctor.”

  “A moment ago you were accusing me of being pregnant,” I argued.

  “Okay, I was wrong. But you have been vomiting.”

  “And the only.” Cough, cough, cough. “Explanation.” Cough. “For that...”

  “Oh hell, will you go home already? In fact, no, go to the doctor and then home.” He picked up his desk phone and contacted the person who acted as his driver from time to time. Lawson was pretty independent and drove to work himself. However, when he was attending meetings and such, he always had a driver and a car. Panic set in because I couldn’t afford to be off sick.

  “Lawson —”

  “Go home, have a nice hot bath, Lemsip, whatever, and get some rest. You are no good to yourself or anyone here in this state.”

  A hot bath sounded absolute heaven, if only that would be a reality. The sad truth was I preferred staying at the office because it was warmer, and I could have hot drinks. If I went home, it would be to wrap up in as many layers as possible and drink cold water. How freaking depressing.

  “Get some rest. I need you better.”

  “For my awesome secretarial skills.” I grinned, wiping my nose.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of your awesome blowjob skills.” He laughed, but when I scowled at him, he sobered. “I can’t watch you suffer when I can’t do anything to change it, Abigail. Your driver is here. Text me when you get home.” He nodded over my shoulder, and sure enough in the doorway was the man ready to take me home.

  “Erm...” Shit, how had this not come up before now? “I don’t have a mobile phone.”

  “What? Since when?”

  “I like my freedom
from being contactable every second of the day,” I replied as I headed back into my side of the office to gather my things. I would have to leave the sandwiches today and pray that the ones I had at home were still edible.

  “I’ve never met anyone under the age of ninety without a mobile.”

  “Well, now you have.” I tried to keep my tone light, but the shame of not being able to afford what the majority of the population thought of as a necessity was a little embarrassing.

  “Get well soon because I miss you already.” He said, still keeping his distance.

  “Soppy sod.” I grinned. “But I’ll miss you too.” I sniffled. I grabbed my bag and headed out of the office, following behind the man in the suit, who I still didn’t know the name of. I had only used the service once with Lawson that night of the awards. We stood waiting for the lift, him stoic and quiet, me snuffling and ready to fall on my arse. When the doors opened, a tall slim blonde-haired woman with a short choppy bob, black trench coat with the collar turned up so it practically shielded her face, and stunning heels stepped into the hall.

  “Hey Scarlet, how are you?” She beamed, but there was an underlying note of sarcasm in her voice. “Is he in?” Her smoky voice added to her gorgeous appeal. Her hair shielded her face from me now. However, I could see her breathtaking smile.

  “Do you have an appointment?” Scarlet bristled.

  “No, I thought I’d surprise him.” She laughed. “You know how he loves surprises.” she headed for Lawson’s office, saying a quick goodbye. She was known to Scarlet, it would seem.

  The driver held the doors open for me, and I stepped onto the lift. “Who was that?”

  “No idea,” he muttered, pressing the button to close the doors.

  I quickly stepped out as the doors started to close. I stomped back toward the office, ignoring his calls.

  “Scarlet who was that?” I repeated. For some reason I needed confirmation.

  “Brie. Harris is waiting.” Scarlet spat her name like it burned her throat to speak and pointed impatiently at my driver.

  “Thanks,” I uttered before sealing my fate and opening the door to my office. Damn those glass walls. Damn them to absolute hell.

  Brie, the wonderful smoky-voiced goddess, stood with her arms around my guy while he caressed her cheek and stared lovingly into her eyes. Both of them had completely goofy smiles on their faces as they gazed at one another. It wasn’t a forced smile either. Lawson Stone was smiling for the first time ever with absolute adoration and love at the person before him.

  Brie is the only woman I’ve ever loved.

  I’d never seen him smile like that before, with complete affection. Emotion roared within me. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was anger, pure utter rage he could do this. Still, I stood motionless, staring at them as they chatted all the while holding one another. The straw that finally broke the camel’s back was when Lawson laughed at something she’d said.

  It had taken me days to get one of those laughs, and she had managed it in mere seconds. I stepped back into the main reception and headed to the lift with my head down and my heart broken.

  There was a crushing pain in my chest at the realisation I was utterly trapped. I’d slept with my boss and stupidly fallen in love. I couldn’t just hand my notice in, leave, and escape because it was the only thing preventing me from losing everything. Lawson Stone really was the Porn Prince because somewhere along the line I had given him power over me. I’d given him the one thing I couldn’t afford to break – my heart.

  Scarlet’s smugness added to the pain as I fled from the office with my pathetic broken heart trailing behind me.

  The ride down in the elevator was awkward, and I tried so hard to stop the tears rolling down my cheeks, but when Harris handed me a bright white handkerchief, I knew my attempts were futile. I was the pathetic idiot who fell for the unattainable boss. The gorgeous millionaire who everyone wanted, but I stupidly believed I’d caught. Why the hell would he ever want scraps when he had a golden goddess?

  Harris opened the car door for me. I couldn’t look at the man. I was too embarrassed.

  “At least you got some orgasms and nice lingerie out of it,” I whispered to myself.

  Don’t most whores?

  Wasn’t that a sobering thought? I hunkered down and prayed the sickness would hold off until I got home.

  Home.

  What a fucking joke.

  Add another fail to the list, Abby. You’re making mummy real bloody proud.

  It sucked working here when Abigail wasn’t present. Knowing she wouldn’t be in the office for a few days was already killing me, and she literally just left. Still, I wouldn’t admit to Samuel he was right, and she was perfect for the position – any position because my woman was fucking flexible. I glanced up when I saw movement in the other office. I’d hated sending her home with my driver, but I knew I’d never return to the office if I took her home personally.

  “What are you doing here?” I blurted when Brie came at me, arms wide with a pretty smile on her face.

  “Nice to see you too,” she huffed, but her laughing eyes showed me she was only joking. She gave me a hug and squeezed tight before pulling away. We held onto one another, as we always did when she’d been away for so long. That’s when I noticed the shiner. Lifting my hand, I cupped her cheek. And cocked an eyebrow at her. She was always covered in bruises. For such a small pretty thing she was ghastly to look at sometimes.

  “Nasty tackle. Caught an elbow on the try line.” She shrugged her dainty shoulders.

  Nothing this woman did ever surprised me. She’d been playing rugby since we were kids. More than one occasion she tried to get me involved, but I couldn’t handle the grubby knees and crawling around in the mud. When she was home, I liked to go to her matches, to support her and cheer her on. “I wish you’d been here a little sooner,” I mused.

  “Why?”

  “There’s someone I need you to meet.”

  “I’m intrigued. Pray tell. I’d hope for a tall, muscled delicious hunk, but I have a feeling you’re not going to provide one of those for my amusement.”

  I threw my head back and laughed before trying to scowl at her. She had never, not once, yielded to my stormy nature. More often she fought against it to bring me into the light.

  “No, my...” Shit, would Abigail want me to label us? Fuck it. “My girlfriend. She’s had to go home sick.”

  “Whoa. Wait. One. Second,” she said, grabbing her chest and stepping away in a ridiculous show of shock. “Lawson Stone has a girlfriend? You have a girlfriend. As in a real life woman? Not a cyborg? Wait is it some new kind of sex-doll?”

  “Brat. She’s pretty fantastic too,” I boasted, because it was true. Abigail was amazing. Not particularly when she had snot and gunk all over her face and was coughing up a lung, but I still loved her regardless.

  “Holy crap, you’re serious.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Lawson. You realise this is a huge deal right?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “Yeah it is. It’s like finding life on another planet. If there is hope for you in the romantic world, it gives us all hope.”

  “Shut up,” I chided.

  “Tell me about her, every little detail. I need to know who the new messiah is.”

  “I’m telling you dick if you keep making fun.” God, I sounded like a three-year-old.

  “I promise.”

  She made a zipping motion across her lips. For a few moments I simply stared at her, waiting for her to make more jokes. But she simply watched me expectantly.

  There was no holding back. I needed to tell her everything. Well, mostly everything. She didn’t need to know about the conference room, stock room, and my new love of all things that vibrate, or the gym. And especially the parking garage – she definitely didn’t need to know about that.

  I glanced at Brie, who was watching me with an amused expression on her face. My cheeks were burning with resid
ual heat from my thoughts of Abigail. Miss Warner was perfection that needed time taking to describe her. I just didn’t know if I could do it without getting a hard on.

  “Do you want to go get something to eat?”

  “I want to hear more about this special woman, so definitely.”

  I drove us about twenty minutes to a small restaurant on the outskirts of York. It was a quiet little place. I came here from time to time because the food was decent, the place was clean, and I could see into the kitchen. I pulled out a chair for Brie to sit down before I took the seat opposite. I could feel her scrutinising gaze, making me feel like a bug under a microscope.

  We ordered our food, and I requested a bottled water and Brie a coffee.

  “So, now we’re here are you going to tell me what’s been going on?”

  “Very little really. It appears I’m in a relationship, possibly for the first time in my life.”

  “Lawson, there’s no possibility about it. You’ve never had a girlfriend.”

  “When you say it like that, I sound like a dickless ponce.”

  “I would never say you were dickless.” She grinned, the little brat.

  “It just happened.”

  “In your world nothing just happens. If you could control the weather, you would.”

  “I don’t know how it happened. She came for an interview, annoyed the ever loving shit out of me. Samuel forced my hand in employing her, and the next thing I know I’m panting after her like a dog in heat. It’s rather embarrassing.”

  “She drives you crazy?”

  “All the time. To the point of madness.”

  “Why not fire her?”

  “Samuel won’t allow it.”

  “When have you ever allowed Sam to force a situation? You’re the most obstinate man I know.”

  “He pushed this situation.”

  “Or did you allow it?”

  “No.”

  “Yes.” She argued. I grumbled and scowled at her. She was as infuriating as Samuel.