by D. C. Rowley
“Well it basically points out to that, since I am calling you. Anyway, we’d still like you to take a month to reschedule until the next submission. And you have the right to choose whether you want to get represented by your former work, or whether you want to submit a new one.”
“May I think it over?”
“Yeah, you can do that. But I’m going to need a response soon.”
“Well, I’ll come back at you with it. Promise.”
When I hang up, I cannot believe it. What are the chances that this would happen to me, after all the crap I’ve been put through?
I open my laptop and notice that I’ve got an email sent to me. I look into it to realize that it’s form Cardenas&Co. It’s an agreement where they want to assign me as their interior design executive.
Why would he do this, after telling me that I was a crappy designer? Because even if he cares about me as he professed, he is really rigorous to his business deals, and wouldn’t have someone assigned to business responsibilities, even if he cared about them the most.
This man is just so mysterious to me. Everything he does is just explicable and so confusing.
Maybe I should take the offer. I need a job to pay the bills anyway, and no other company on Seattle would take me.
Ah, if only there weren’t so many complications!
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
{Cason}
As soon as I learned about it, I had my people dispose of this issue properly. I can’t let people treat Keira like that. Which might sound ironic since I treat her so bad all the time, but it’s different when it’s up to me. Because I actually care about her. And I wouldn’t let her crumble like this.
Which again is really ironic. But get over it! I’ve proven my feelings toward her when I confessed in her porch. I still have not taken any sign from her regarding the offer, but I like to keep my hopes high. After all, it’s not like she had anything better to do anyway. I’ve left her with no options and even though I have some strange way to show it, I did all the things I did for the best. Because like this, she cannot escape me. I guess deep down I knew even then that I needed her like this.
What the fuck is she doing to me?
I don’t like the person that I’m turning into, because it’s vulnerable, emotional…and those are all weaknesses.
In case you’re wondering why I hired her, after telling her that she wasn’t even that talented—it’s because I was wrong. I was mad and wanted to hurt her. But she’s hell good at what she does. That’s why I had her fucking professor fired, after Cody told me that he didn’t pass her.
How could he?
I’m focused on work when Keira makes an entrance. I smile, knowing that she’s come with good news. After all, she wouldn’t come all the way down here just to tell me that she’d turn me down, would she?
“Hey, you,” I smile like a teenage boy, when I see her. She makes my eyes sparkle, and I hate her for that. At this point I hope that when I use the particular word ‘hate’ you get what I’m actually feeling. It’s a mixture of emotions that I cannot really explain and it doesn’t have anything to do with hate. But I use this word, because that’s how I feel knowing that I can’t really explain this feeling that is capturing me.
“Hey,” she mumbles, on a mellow voice.
She’s the sweetest pussy on the earth, I swear. She’s so delicate and fierce at the same time; she’d have any men on their knees is front of her.
I’m barely keeping myself from getting on my knees…metaphorically.
“I’ve done a lot of processing lately, and I’ve come up with a decision.”
“Please tell me it’ll satisfy me. Otherwise don’t…tell me at all.” I sway my head to one side, and look at her foolishly.
“Cason, I think it’s undeniable that I’ve been sharing some bizarre feelings for you too. And the fact that I hated you so passionately, startles me…because I’ve never done something with so much passion in my entire life. And I know that it’s hate we’re talking about, but there was something about it that I couldn’t explain.”
It’s as if she took the words right from my mouth. She’s explaining just what I’ve been feeling this whole time. She’s just more well-spoken, and, hmm, well-mannered and knows how to puts two and two together.
“I swear this time it’s gonna be different.” I smile. “I will not be the jerk that I was to you…well, I’ll try.” I smile and she joins. “And I’ll treat you with the respect and dignity that a woman like you deserves.”
Her eyes are sparking. It looks as if she’s in love with what she’s hearing. And that’s what I want to make her feel, anyway. I want her to fall for me.
But this time around. I got to earn it.
I can’t focus on work, knowing that she’s in this building and I’m here, in my office, instead of up all over her.
I grab my new phone and call her, even though she’s on the same floor.
“I—I needed to talk to you,” I say stupidly, since this the best excuse I can find for calling her for no reason.
“Oh, okay.” I hear her whispering on the other part of the line. My cock twitches as a response to her voice. I arrange my underwear, which feels like a mess right now.
“What do you say if I ask you on a date this time? I think I want to do things properly.” I say, without weighing in my words.
“Um, this is so unexpected.”
“It’s not what I wanted to hear.” I smile. “So?”
“Um…I don’t know. Isn’t this too early.”
“Probably, it is. But I don’t want to wait anymore, Keira. I think I waited long enough.”
“Well, in that case, I’m in.” She tells me.
I cannot believe the excitement that is swirling raucously inside of me right now. “Okay, I’ll get you at 8 in the afternoon at your house.” Somehow I just want to give her a little time to get ready. But if it were up to me, then I’d take her straight after work and into some fancy restaurant.
“Okay. See you tonight.”
“Can’t wait for it.” I tell her and hang up.
My cock is just so excited right now. I’m about to get lucky tonight and can barely wait for it.
I hold her hand as she twirls around to give me a full sight of her outfit. She’s wearing a red dress that puts highlight to her perfect figure. Her boobs are on spot, her perfect, long smooth legs, and curvey waist just drive me insane.
How about we just skipped on dinner and went straight to fuck? I don’t think I—hmm—my cock is gonna be able to resist all along.
“You look just enchanting.” I tell her.
“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.” She giggles.
“So, shall we?” I hold my hand along and she clutches it as we make it to my car.
The restaurant that I’m taking her to is just a block away from my house. I don’t want to wait too much after dinner, since I already know my cock is going to be desperate and infuriated until I shove it right up her pussy.
When we’re all settled and comforted on our table, she takes a huge swig of ravioli on her mouth, while she’s asking me. “So that’s when you knew?”
“Well, knowing you’d be that far was just making me enraged. I couldn’t have that.”
“Please, don’t tell me you had something to do with that, too? Tell me you didn’t get them to fire me.”
I’m not sure whether this is a tricky question. Sure, she’s here now and her life seems sorted out, but maybe she’s going to get angry, knowing that I had something to do with her New York job too. I mean, I can get away with it, since I can tell her that my power does not go that far so as to influence companies in NYC. But I feel like in this new beginning, I need to tell her the truth.
“How about we talk about something else, other than work?” I offer, trying to avoid the topic.
“Well, what would you like to know?” she asks.
At this point, I know everything that I need, about her. That’s where my P.I
. comes along.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?” I look at her inexpressibly and wait for a response.
“Wait, how do you even know that?”
“I know a lot of things, Keira. I’m a powerful man.”
“Well, first of all, he’s my ex, who’s been trying to convince me to get back together for a very long time now, despite the many times that I’ve turned him down. But you never asked about him. So how was I supposed to know you needed to know that?”
“Well, is he a problem anymore?”
“No, he’s in New York right now, and is gonna be there for a very long time. Why are you asking this anyway?”
“Well, I just want to make sure that you’re alright. Clearly this man has got some issues and I don’t want him to take it out on you.”
“I don’t think that is going to happen. Though thanks for your concern.” She takes another bite of ravioli while she’s processing the next question. “Now, there’s something that I’d like you to put some light on. How do you put a girl you like on the blacklist of every design company on the city? That’s not what we usually do for people we are keen on.”
“Well, my ways are a little quaint and rough, but my intentions are good. I promise. I just couldn’t have you work for anybody else, while I needed you around me.”
“Are you trying to say that I should feel flattered regarding your rude manners? You can’t treat anybody like that, let alone a girl you like.”
“I know,” I tell her, giving up. “I was a jerk, right? I did so many stupid things, and you didn’t deserve any of that.”
“Well, at least now you know,” she snickers, and her foot rubs against my leg underneath the table. I don’t think it was unintentional.
When our dinner is over, we stay outside the restaurant, gaping across the beautiful fountain outdoors, and I scramble for her hand. When my fingers poke her palm, I feel the warmth of her skin and our fingers interlace.
“I’m so glad we did this tonight.”
“It was nice,” she looks past my shoulder and then meets my eyes. “I didn’t know that side of you.”
“Well, there are a lot of things that you don’t know about me, Keira. The point is, do you want to find out?”
“I mean, we have plenty of time right?”
“We do, but every moment counts. So how about we take this over at my house?”
“Oh, and there I thought this was a picture-perfect first date with the irresistible guy.”
“You think I’m irresistible?”
“That’s the only thing you caught on that sentence.”
“It was the keyword, I guess,” I wrinkle my eyes and wait for her to giggle. I love it when she giggles. She’s so cute and carefree, like the world is a simple beam of light, and she’s the butterfly playing with it.
“I’d appreciate it if you took me home.”
“Home it is then.” I just don’t want to argue with her over this. Of course my cock had different expectations, but hey, you never know what happens.
So we head over to my car and I start the engine. And somehow I feel some kind of excitement that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
{Keira}
He stays over there and it reminds me of my very first date with my high school crush. Only a lot of things are different now. For example, I’m not fourteen anymore and my high school crush wasn’t nearly as cute as Cason.
And what’s more, I don’t have to make Cason wait on me like I did my crush back then. So I lean forward and aim for his mouth. He puts his hands on either sides of my waists, while we enjoy feeling each other. His mouth is rabble-rousing, lips so smooth and kissable. I feel like my world is so meaningful and complete when I’m adjacent his lips.
“Mind to come in?” I offer.
He glints at me, and gives me the quickest peck on the lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”
We go in while I turn the lights on. The room is quiet and empty. But I don’t think it will be neither of those things now that Cason and I are in.
I’m leading the way and he’s following me, hands interlaced. I’m feeling like a happy child who thinks the world is so enchanting and beautiful. It’s like there are no barriers, no gists. Just happiness, and the cutest person in the world is standing beside me.
“Would you like something to drink?” I offer, but I don’t think he’d want anything. The dinner was just so jampacked for us to need anything after.
“Just a glass of iced water.” He says and I head to the kitchen.
When I come back I find him taking delight in the pictures all over the walls. A bunch of moments are commemorated on frames and I look at them wherever I feel like life has slapped me on the face. But I don’t feel like that right now. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen is inside my house. I don’t have a reason to feel anything else but delighted.
“I didn’t know you liked skateboarding.” He looks at one silly picture I’ve taken down the street, against a colorful wall crammed with graffiti.
“That’s just for the street art behind me.” I mock, smiling. And after a second I explain. “I was hanging out with my friend, and he had this crazy idea to teach me how to skateboard. A total failure.”
“At least you’re honest.” He tells while going over the other pictures.
I hold stupidly the glass of iced water while he keeps enjoying the pictures to my wall.
“Is this your ex?” he refers to a pic where Kyle and I are eating ice cream and being goofy. Aww, I remember that day. It was one of the craziest scorcher I’ve ever experienced. We were on the Canaries.
“Yeah.”
“You look happy together.”
“We were.”
“What happened?” he seems intrigued by this. When I had him come inside the house, I imaged us doing all sort of things possible. But talking about my ex never crossed my mind.
“He was kind of not…dependable.”
“He cheated on you?” he asks. But what I don’t understand is, is why he’s finding that funny. Being cheated on is anything but funny.
“On multiple occasions.”
“So why do you keep him still on your wall?” I’m not sure whether I recognized some kind of faultfinding tone on his voice.
“I don’t know. That is a good memory. And I’ve known Kyle for a very long time, to try to erase him from my life.”
“Well, that’s what people usually do to their exes.”
“Er, I’m not like most people.”
“That I’ve noticed.” He looks at me inexpressibly and I don’t know how to feel. Flattered. Confused. Discomforted?
“Would you like your water?” I look at the glass on my hands and he wanders toward me.
Grabbing the glass off of my hands, he puts in on the counter and says, “Fuck that!”
Next thing I know, I’m all wrapped up against him, succumbed into a breathtaking kiss. He picks my up, his both hands on my ass-cheeks, and I roll my legs around his waist, while my tongue is sweeping through the sweetest dreams that I’ve ever had.
He puts me on the couch and takes a look at me, head to toe. “You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” he tells me and I’m sort of blushing at the comment.
He leans down and takes my heels off, one at a time. And then he leans forward and runs his tongue down my jawline. I feel his boner pulsating against my waist, as I’m trying to unbutton his shirt. He draws back for a moment and takes care of that. He’s so fast, but it’s only normal knowing that he has to do business on a suit and tie way almost every day.
After the last button of his shirt breaks loose I can see his full muscular body and can’t help but want to run my tongue along the line from his navel to his chest.
He looks at my face and as if he’s read my mind, he helps me closer. I stick my tongue out and take a taste at him. He smells like shampoo and mind. Adorable.
After that he unblocks his belt and
slides his underwear down.
I can’t think of a time when I enjoyed candy canes more than I do his cock. His tip permeates along my mouth, down my tongue and reaches my throat. He starts pumping up in and out of my mouth and I can feel myself getting wetter than I expected. And he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“Do you like my dick on your mouth?” he asks me and pulls my hair in a ponytail so I can look at him. I still don’t let the entire shaft out, but look at him from underneath with a nodding expression.
“Good girl,” he tells me and flips my hair on one side so that they don’t get all tangled on my face. He wants me all focused and unburdened.
He glides one hand down my chest and squeezes one boob. The next moment, he manages to get the boob out of my dress and he picks the nipple and gives it a shake.
I get on my feet and peel that dress off of me. I’m not wearing any bra, because of the dress type, so now my breasts are all free for him to enjoy.
He rubs his hard cock a few times and the index finger of the other hand glides through his bottom lip as he takes a famished look at me and smiles.
I love his smile. It’s like all the stars fall down the universe and gather on the one single spot—his eyes.
And I’m just flattered to know that I’m the one to cause all that.
He releases his cock off of his clutch and it winds up. I look at it and cannot believe that it is so big, so hard and so smooth. It is just perfect. And that perfection soon is going to be inside of me.
“You just make fucking with you seem enchanting.” He tells me. “Like no other person can.”
My mind is having a hard time to process all these things that he’s saying to me. Sex is one of his most favorite activates, and to hear that I just take that experience to another level feels so divinely.
After I get rid of my underwear (thanks God, I’m smoothly shaved down there) I can see that he’s going insane. Holding his dick on his hands, and lying against the wall, I feel like a piece of art, while he’s enjoying me. He’s the only man that has ever made me feel so…appreciated. He makes me feel proud of myself and my body. He makes me comfortable and prideful.