by Amy Brent
We finished our visit and moved on to New York, where the size of the city caught me off guard. Everything was bigger, and there were so many people on the streets. It was much more fast paced than Los Angeles as a home and business, but I was the assistant to Daniel, and I loved working with him. He’d guessed about Brett, and I from our first meeting and the ring on my left hand was no surprise to him or the staff. Better yet, neither did anybody else because that’s how it was in New York. The company was too busy making millions, and Brett loved working from home as he watched all the locations.
We went out a lot here. There was always something open for dinner, maybe a play to see but I loved it all. We decided to get married in the Spring in The Hamptons on the beach with just some family and friends around. It was intimate and beautiful with the sun setting as we kissed for the first time as husband and wife, keeping it quiet that I was three months pregnant with our son at the time. There was a big dinner and reception outside afterward where we danced and chatted with the guests, and I was over the moon. I was so happy, and I felt complete in my life now.
Epilogue
Ten years later, I replaced my manager when he retired. Our son Nathan was now nine and his twin sisters Olivia and Avery five and Brett worked from home and cared for them. We were more in love than ever, traveling to see Cole and their family of four kids as much as possible. It wasn’t necessary to fly to California to see Mom since she was in New York as well, making herself known in the art world.
We still cherished our time together at night when the kids were sleeping, and it was blissfully quiet. We’d make love for hours on those nights, just being a little quieter than before. The girls were grumpy if they didn’t sleep enough. Brett made sure to go away with just me at least once a year as well, somewhere where we could revisit the past.
I never knew that my life would turn out this way, but I wouldn’t change a thing. I had everything I wanted and needed, feeling the love in my life every day.
The End
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Crave Me: A Billionaire Boss Romance
PART 1
Landon
I read the paperwork, fuming at how much my soon-to-be ex-wife, Nadine, was asking for in our divorce. She had the best fucking lawyer in New York, who was well known for going for blood as it was without the ridiculous fees. She wanted the Manhattan apartment and a massive sum for alimony, and all after a mere five years of marriage.
I had been a partner in the Morton and Jones law firm for fifteen years, starting off the street fresh out of law school when I was twenty-five and climbing the ladder quickly. Nadine wasn’t around during that time, since she’d hooked her greedy claws into me after I’d been a partner for years, so I didn’t see why she deserved half of my fortune. New York divorce laws could suck my cock.
The true love of my life had been my first wife, Madeline. We were married for just one year when she died in a car accident while carrying our unborn daughter.
The loss crippled me, and I contributed that to my fast climb in the business. I became a workaholic after the accident, as well as what some would call a manwhore. I was young, rich, and good looking, and the women virtually fell at my feet. Why not take advantage of that and keep my dick busy? There was a long list of women who were regularly in the gossip columns, talking about how I just tossed them out of bed when I was done without any compassion. I was clear about what I wanted with every one of them, so they had no reason to bitch about it.
They still did, but I noticed that the women didn’t stop lining up. Nadine had gotten under my skin somehow, but she was beautiful with bright blond hair and bright turquoise eyes. She had an incredible body as well as an insatiable sex drive, and I hadn’t seen her greed through all of that. I’d been too taken with her youthful energy.
I learned a lot about that, sitting here reading line after line about what she wanted from me. Even if she got it, I was a billionaire due to my job and the various investments I kept caught up on, so I would be just fine. I was just disappointed in myself, having given love another chance after losing my family so many years ago. I’d wanted one with Nadine, but she let me know two years after we married that she wasn’t interested in one any longer.
Forty wasn’t the end all to that, but the idea of letting another woman in after what Nadine was doing to me was questionable at best right now. I knew sex was a part of my future, because, quite frankly, I took great care of myself and still looked good. Women assured me of that fact every single day.
I pushed the papers aside and reminded myself that this would work out, no matter what. Nadine had been quick to point out that I’d cheated on her once I realized that this was going nowhere, but I knew she had done the same. Nadine had been involved in an affair well before I was, and I was ready to just agree that we’d messed up and call it a day, but she was trying to benefit from all my hard work. I glanced at my monitor, seeing that it was approaching five o’clock on Friday. I didn’t have set work hours, but today I was caught up and needed a drink. I had a new assistant starting on Monday who would be a great help to me, so I decided I deserved to hit happy hour and relax a little.
I shut everything down and packed the papers into my briefcase before I left for the day. I sent a text out to some attorney friends asking them to meet me, figuring we could make a night of it.
I chose a corner bar that offered good food and drinks, selecting a table in the corner as I looked around the room. It was filling up and there were some beautiful women here, making me relax as I ordered a whiskey from the waitress. I was watching her ass when she walked away before my gaze moved back to the bar to see a gorgeous brunette woman sipping from a glass of wine. I narrowed my eyes when I realized it was the woman starting at my office next week, looking quite different than she had during the interview I conducted with some of the other partners. Granted, she’d been attractive and smart as a whip that day, but tonight she looked sensual and somehow soft as she laughed. Her little black dress brushed her mid-thigh, and my eyes roved down her muscled calves before I looked back into her face. Her eyes looked greener and they popped with the dark makeup around them, complimented by the gloss on her full lips.
“Picking out your victim already?” Mark, my buddy, asked as he slid into the booth and loosened his tie.
“I spent the afternoon reading my divorce papers. I should just stay single forever. She’s milking me for everything.” He gave me a sympathetic look and ordered a beer when the waitress brought my drink. I still glanced at my assistant as I spoke, finding new things I liked about her every time my eyes passed over her. My cock stirred in my pants, and I shifted as I told myself not to get hot and bothered over my new employee.
The others joined us and we enjoyed a few drinks and appetizers as we chatted about work and women, along with some sports talk. Hanging out with friends was comforting, and I could laugh and let myself go a little bit in the familiarity of it. The bar filled and there were more women to talk about and flirt with as they glanced our way with the same coy smile.
My eyes always returned to my assistant, who by now I remembered was named Lily. She was twenty-five, though she looked younger. She’d been to college and graduated with high marks and answered every question asked without missing a beat. She was perfect, and tonight I was seeing more of her feminine qualities.
We were all feeling the liquor by the time we left, having met a few women throughout the evening. I was going to a condominium close by with Miriam, a black-haired pixie with a loud giggle. She’d increased the flirting as the time passed and my cock was hard from looking at Lily, so I went with it. Once she closed her door, her mouth was locked on mine and her hand was grabbing my cock through my pants as she pushed me against the wall.
In the process of stumbling back to her room, we woke up her roommate. Miriam yelled out an apology before she slammed her door closed, pulling me to the bed. I pushed her onto it and lifted her clingy b
urgundy dress over her head before I claimed her lips again. Miriam was petite but had great tits, and I slipped my hands over her ass as she moaned.
She was sliding down my body before I knew it, wrapping her lips around me as I slid my hands into her cropped hair.
I fucked her on her back first, driving myself into her as I listened to her moans and cries. This was the best part about sex, making them lose their shit underneath me, over me, and in front of me.
The second-best part was when I was left, Miriam passed out in her bed. I walked down the street toward the parking garage to get my Escalade, driving to my apartment on the water. I wouldn’t tell my lawyer this, but I preferred it over the home Nadine was fighting for. That one was stuffy, whereas this place was fresh and welcoming, though smaller. Maybe I should have given the condo to Nadine and just stayed here while I searched for something else. It was just an investment and a bit closer to the office, nothing more. I had a few properties in different locations, and losing one wouldn’t hurt me.
I walked inside, looking at the wall of windows that looked over the Hudson River as I dropped my keys on the table in the long hallway. I set my briefcase down against the wall and cracked a window open to take a deep breath of the cool air. I had just a few hours of the night left, but I had no intention of watching the sun rise, despite the great view.
I needed sleep.
I closed the window and made my way down the hallway to the large bedroom. I pulled my clothes off for the second time tonight, leaving my boxers on, before I crawled underneath the covers. There were several windows in here as well, and I looked at the moon for a moment before closing my eyes.
Lily
I heard the alarm go off and reached over to silence it before my eyes popped open. It was my first day of work at Morton and Jones, and I sat straight up. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, reminding me about the spat I had with Brian last night. He’d wanted me to go over to the apartment he shared with the guys and drink, but I had to work today. I got up and started the coffee pot before I jumped into the shower. It was quick and warm, and I slipped my robe on as I dried my curls enough to calm them down before applying a light layer of makeup. There were some good-looking men who worked there, but it was a career move and not a personal one.
My direct boss was handsome, something I’d noticed during the interview. He was older but still looked young, with cropped dark hair and whiskey brown eyes. I could let my mind wander through some naughty office fantasies, but that was a waste of time. I had a boyfriend, even though he wasn’t perfect, and besides, I couldn’t date my boss. After finally determining that the man across the bar last night had been Landon Logan, my boss, I’d watched him leave with a woman, so I found it safe to assume that he played the field.
I sipped my sweet coffee as I got ready, dressing in a black pencil skirt and a soft pink blouse. This was a professional place, and I’d enjoyed some shopping the last couple of weeks, buying new office clothes. This was a great opportunity I didn’t want to blow, and I needed to look as perfect as possible.
Once I decided I looked like I wasn’t trying too hard, I slipped my feet into sleek black heels and poured some coffee to go. I didn’t pack a lunch today, knowing there were several places to grab something in the area. I might want to get some fresh air and consider drinking for an hour, a thought that made me laugh. I didn’t drink too much at all, even though Brian urged me to all the time. Sure, I was only twenty-four, but I wanted to focus on my career, something I didn’t see in my boyfriend of six months. He had a decent job in computer repair that paid well, but apart from that he always wanted to hang out with friends, reminding me of some frat boy. I wasn’t like that in college. Even then I’d been focused on my degree and the future. I hadn’t even been part of a sorority.
He reminded me of a frat boy in the bedroom as well. He was a touch greedy and all about himself, making me wonder if I was too demanding or maybe not as reactive as I should have been. I’d slept with a couple of guys before Brian, but that was late in high school and early in college. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever have that elusive mind-blowing orgasm I always read about in books. Maybe it didn’t exist, a thought that made me frown as I started my modest Camry and pulled out of the parking lot. I lived in a smaller apartment in the city close to my new job, and I had no intention of living with anyone in the next year while my lease carried on.
It was bright and cool in the city today, and I smiled with anticipation as I parked in the garage that had been purchased for the firm, which we shared with the entire building. I ended up on the third floor. I opened my door and slid my hands over my outfit to smooth it as I took a slow, trembling breath. I slipped my pink thrift store purse over my body and grabbed my coffee before I closed the door.
I thought about my parents as I walked to the building, wondering if they would have been proud of me. I lost them in a plane crash when I was fifteen and had been raised from then on by my aunt Amy. Amy was thirty-five, just a couple of years younger than my mom, and one of the kindest people I knew. We had always close, but neither of us ever expected to be the way we were now. It was nice to see her dating someone seriously now since she’d taken raising me so zealously for the years I lived there. I glanced up as the light turned green and walked with the crowd toward the building as the wind blew my hair around, making me happy I had a band around my wrist to secure it if needed. I was growing it out and it was at the awkward stage.
The lobby was large and open, surrounded by glass that let the light in. It felt comfortable here, but I contributed that more to the fact that I wasn’t here for an interview this time. That was a mess in my head, but I was here, so something must have impressed them. I walked across a floor of alternating shades of gray marble to the elevator, taking that to the seventh floor with several others who got off on floors before mine. The last person with me was a blond woman, and she smiled at me when the door opened on my floor. “Are you new? I haven’t seen you before.” She led the way off the car and I followed with a small nod. “I’m Lauren. I assist one of the attorneys here.”
“I am the new assistant to Mr. Landon,” I explained as she gave me a knowing smile.
“He’s hot,” Lauren said in a low voice, glancing around and giggling. “Like I’m the only woman here to have ever said that. It’s true, though.”
“He’s not the type to do that sort of thing here, is he?” I whispered as she laughed and shook her head.
“Not that I’ve heard, but he is busy outside the office.” She paused as she glanced to her left. “I’m this way, but would you like to have lunch today?”
“Yeah. That would be great.” Lauren waved and walked down her hall while I continued forward. I’d been given a thorough tour the day I came in to fill out paperwork, and I glanced at the clock to see that I was ten minutes early.
I walked up to the large black desk that was going to be mine and moved around to the back of it, looking over the floor. I could see most of it, and I was relieved that there was a window to my direct left, so I could at least see the outside world. I set my coffee on one of the coasters and opened the large drawer on the left to set my purse inside it.
On the desk, there was an impressive computer and keyboard, as well as a phone that looked like it might take a bit of time to figure out. “Miss Neil,” a voice said as I glanced up and smiled nervously. It was Landon, looking handsome in a fitted black suit with a white shirt and a black tie that was draped around his neck. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I greeted, taking in the casual state of his clothing as he looked at my desk. “Thank you again for hiring me, Mr. Logan.”
“Call me Landon. We’re going to be working together a lot, and I like a casual work environment. We can save the formality for clients.” He looked into my eyes and smiled, making my body react in a way Brian never did.
“I’m Lily, in that case.” He seemed to consider that before nodding, inviting me into his office to go
over a few things. I closed the drawer that held my purse and looked around for a moment, uncertain whether I should leave it there. My bank account was small, but I needed everything in it.
“There is a key in that drawer right in the middle to lock that. I trust everyone in this office, but it is such a hassle to cancel all of the cards and go to the DMV,” Landon told me, and I reached for the small drawer that was right under the center of the desk.
“Wonderful,” I said as I found the small gold key and secured my things. I followed him into his office, taken off guard by the wall of windows that offered a beautiful view of the city. “Oh, my stars.”
“It gives me a lot of peace in my days,” he said as he followed my gaze. Beyond just the view, the office was huge, and it even had a black leather couch and a coffee table against the wall opposite the desk. “My first job here was in this tiny space with just one window. I am grateful every day for what I’ve accomplished. I am glad that I get to sit here every day.”
“You’re partner. That’s amazing,” I told him as he smiled, but what appeared to be bitterness crossed his face.
“It is the ultimate goal, isn’t it?” His eyes lifted to look back at my face as I smiled weakly and nodded. “Have a seat. I have some items for you.” Landon gestured to the seat across from him as he took a seat in the large chair at his desk. “You were hired as my assistant, as you know. I have provided you with a top-of-the-line computer, but you also get this tablet with a keyboard if you prefer that as well as a cell phone. I would prefer to be able to reach you at any time for business, though I try to avoid calls at three in the morning if I can.” He smiled, and I giggled as I felt heat wash over my skin.