Devoted To You

by S. S. Richards

  CHAPTER 3

  Liam

  I spent the whole weekend thinking about the beautiful, innocent girl I met at the bar who happens to be my assistant. What a small world! I get up early, put on my favorite, dark gray suit, match it with a red tie, and head toward the door where Luke, my driver, waits for me.

  “Morning, Luke,” I say while he holds open the car door for me. Luke has been my personal driver for six years now. He is very faithful and knows about my every move. If anything, he is probably the best employee I ever hired, besides Will, my right hand man who takes care of my security. I wouldn’t trade both of them for anything.

  Today is an important day because of two things. The first is that I am starting it with a very important meeting that could make me land the best deal of the year, and second is that Alyssa’s first day is today, which means I will get to see her, and I am a little nervous of her reaction when she realizes that it is me, her new boss, also known as David with whom she flirted at the bar last Friday. I sigh at the thought of her beautiful face when she looks at me, confused, with her big, flashy brown eyes; her eyes have their own vocabulary. She doesn’t even need to speak for me to understand her. It’s either she will be extremely ruffled at me for lying to her about my name, or she will be excited and happy to see me again.

  Is it even lying when you use your own middle name as a first name?

  Whatever her reaction might be, I certainly can’t wait to see her.

  I get to the meeting room where everybody is already seated. I take a seat and nod my head for my team to start their presentation. The meeting goes well, most of the talking was done by team as they were trained, and Mr. Cohen ends up shaking my hand.

  “We’ll talk soon.” He smiles and I pat his shoulder. I know I am gonna get this deal, at the end of the day, if he doesn’t sell his company to me he is probably gonna end up filing for bankruptcy. The only thing that is making me slightly distraught is the fact that I am not the only one offering a deal to him. I never lose, and I cannot lose this one. I take a deep breath and glance at my watch. 8:00 a.m., she must be at the office already!

  Joy bubbles up in me like I am some five year old who’s been given chocolate for some accomplishment he made. I get up and start walking toward my office, my heart pounding inside my chest.

  Godammit, Liam, get your shit together!

  As soon as I get to my office, I notice her bending over, on her knees underneath the desk.

  Doggy style.

  Focus.

  Her soft legs showing and her perfectly rounded ass is in perfect position for my dirty mind to start fantasizing about all the things I could be doing to her right now while she stays in that specific position.

  “Need help?” I ask firmly.

  She hesitates for a bit and then gets up immediately and turns to face me. Her eyes spark with surprise. She doesn’t answer but gets up as quickly as she can, her reaction is not reassuring. I decide to ask her again while the uneasiness starts dancing though my body.

  “Is your computer not working?”

  “David, what the f…”

  “Mr. Adams,” Maggie, our analyst cuts Alyssa off, which makes me feel displeased since she always pops up at the wrong moments.

  Freaking cockblocker.

  Without turning my head to face her, I say, “Yes.” My eyes are still glued to the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.

  “The new deal is up twelve percent, Mr. Ainsworth wanted me to let you know.”

  At least some good news on a Monday morning. “Great news, thanks, Maggie.” I say.

  Alyssa is still looking at me with her big, brown eyes while playing with her hair. Whatever she is doing right now is turning me on so bad. Heat staining my cheeks and god only knows how much I want to be inside her at this moment. She takes a step back, which makes me think that we are definitely not on the same page. She probably hates my guts right now.

  “David?” she asks with a startling voice. “You are Mr. Liam Adams?” I can see how angry she is getting. Her cheeks are turning red, and her breathing is getting heavier “Why did you say your name was David?”

  I start getting worried, I don’t know what to say. At the end of the day, Alyssa is right. I did lie about who I was, even if I used my middle name as my first. I still wasn’t honest with her at the bar. But what the fuck was I supposed to say? I am your boss and I encourage you to file a sexual harassment complaint with Human Resources? I didn’t have any other choice but lie. She takes another step back.

  Fuck, this is only getting worse.

  “Liam David Adams.” I hold my hand out. I am officially an ignorant dickhead for disregarding her question. Someone hand me an award.

  “Alyssa Thomson, your new personal assistant.” Surprised by her reply, I decide to walk toward my office.

  “Nice meeting you.” She must despise me now, and it is officially confirmed by her cold reaction. But why do I even care? It’s not like I am going to fuck her anyway… She is my assistant, and it is about time I face reality. I have never slept with any of my staff before, and I do not tend to start now. I don’t mix my sexual life with my professional life. It will be fucking hard to train myself to not think with my dick every time she walks by me or every time we have a conversation, but do I have a choice?

  Maybe.

  “The IT’s extension is 5689, they will be able to fix your computer for you,” I add. “I will be in my office. In about an hour or so, I expect you to come and tell me what my full schedule for the day would be like.” She doesn’t say anything back, so I turn to face her beautiful face. She is looking right back at me, I can tell she is annoyed with me, her expression is gloomy. And as sick as it sounds, she looks even sexier agitated.

  “Of course, Mr. Adams.” She nods her approval, and I smile back at her before shutting the door to my office behind me. I walk slowly toward my desk, my thoughts are all about her, her naturally pink lips, her long, dark brown hair, her curves. She has a sexy body that she doesn't flaunt like all the other women I know or have slept with. I am so struck by her beauty it is almost intimidating. Every time I look at her, my knees tremble with lust. She carries everything so naturally, from the way she talks to the way she moves.

  Even the way she dresses, very conservative yet I still manage to think super kinky and dirty things about her, the things I would do to her body, the screams that would come out of her mouth that I would treasure for as long as I live. I want to pound insider of her till my name is the only word in her vocabulary.

  My cell phone starts ringing so I lift it off the desk. I take a quick glance at the screen, and there goes my boner. I let a huge sigh escape my mouth before picking up the call.

  “Yes, Father.”

  “Are you still coming this evening at seven?” he asks.

  “I am.” My answer is short and firm.

  “Good, don’t be late, this is important,” he says right before he hangs up the phone.

  My dad and I have history together. I hate him, and I believe he hates me just as much. Ever since my mom died when I was six years old, my world turned into a disaster. I remember Sancha, my nanny, holding me tight while tears ran down her cheeks. I had no clue what was going on, only that something extremely horrendous had happened. I remember hugging her and wiping the tears off her cheeks.

  “It will be okay, Sancha,” I told her, completely clueless and unaware of what made her cry her heart out. That same sentence I told her happened to be the exact same one that I kept telling myself, over and over again throughout the years to come after my mother’s death.

  Confused and unaware of what I should do to ease Sancha’s sorrow, I kept asking for both my mom and dad, and it somehow only made things worse as her sobbing got louder. All she would say was, “Your dad will be back in a couple of days.” But she wouldn’t tell me where my mother was. So I waited until my dad came back, I remember him sitting at his desk in his office, as soon as I walked in and a
sked him about my mother his face turned red while rage swept over him

  “She is gone forever,” he hissed. His monstrous reaction brought tears to my eyes which only made his temper boil over. “Sancha!” He got up and started yelling at the door.

  When Sancha appeared, her eyes were wide and she sounded scared. “Yes, Mr. Adams?” Her voice trembled with emotion. “You didn’t explain to Liam what happened to his mother?” His tone was blasting.

  “I thought you would wanna tell him yourself, Mr. Adams.”

  “I have been busy for the past days, and you couldn’t even take the time to explain to him that his mother is dead? Why the fuck do I pay you then? You only have one job!” he growls at her, and all my head kept repeating was the word “dead.”

  I remember listening to the pounding beat of my heart like it was right inside my ears, my vision turned blurry within seconds, and my whole body was cold like I was standing fully naked in the freezing weather. “Mama’s dead?” I turned to face Sancha, who was crying. She got on her knees, faced me, and held me by my shoulders. My vision still unclear, my body trembled like my soul was leaving it, and it was a matter of seconds till I lost consciousness and was awakened hours later, with Sancha by my side, explaining to me what had happened before I passed out. My first panic attack. Which occurred because of my evil father who is too heartless, too selfish to care about anybody else but himself.

  I go through my emails and sign a couple of documents while watching the clock tick, waiting for an hour to go by quickly so I can see her again. If there is one thing I am amazed with right now are all the things I am discovering about myself because of her. Since when do I get excited to see a girl? It had never happened in the past. I have heard of people catching feelings and watched movies all about romance like Titanic and just like many other people cried, I didn’t. I just never understood why Jack saved Rose instead of leaving her behind and saving himself. The world is cruel as is and if being selfish means looking out for yourself without sacrificing anything, then I’m all in.

  Alyssa is just a phase, I reassure myself.

  It has been an hour and five minutes, and Alyssa hasn’t showed up here yet. I pick up the phone and dial her extension.

  “Mr. Adams’ office.” Her voice is appealing, soft and sexy.

  “Ms. Thomson, it’s me, do you have the schedule ready?”

  “Yes, Mr. Adams, it is ready,” she replies instantly.

  “Good,” I say. “Come on in, please.” I hang up the phone and loosen my tie. As soon as she enters the room, joy blossoms within me. Once again, I don’t know why I am so happy and excited to see her. I just hope I am good at covering my eagerness up. She drops her pen and leans forward in attempt to pick it up. Her long, shiny hair falls along her shoulders while she bends over. Her eyes meet mine as she stood up, her cheeks are red just like earlier, and the day I met her at the bar.

  “Are you ready?” she asks in a trembling voice.

  Is someone shy or nervous?

  Maybe.

  I lean back in my chair so I can have a better view of her fit body. I cross one leg over the other.

  “Whenever you are, Ms. Thomson.”

  As much as I hate admitting to myself the fact that my erection is as hard as a rock while I am watching her lips move as she speaks I just happen to enjoy it. I promise I am not a pervert, I am just a man. A horny man who fantasizes about fucking his assistant, and as much as I love the image of my dick penetrating her, I also hate how low it makes me feel, being unable to hold my dirty thoughts every time she is around me. Like a sick fuck, or a sex addict, or a player, someone exactly like my dad. But I can’t help myself, my thoughts keep bringing me to darker places, where it is only her and I, my arms wrapped around her body while she is naked and only my body is keeping her warm and cozy. A place where she is mine…

  "Mr. Adams?” She waves her hand at me.

  Shit, what was she even saying?

  “Yes, that is perfect.” I cross my arms over my chest.

  “So no changes should be made?”

  My phone rings and I lift it off the desk. Do you remember Vanessa Brown? The fashion designer? We had sex last night! A text from Gary.

  “No, no changes, thank you, Ms. Thomson.”

  “You are welcome, and um…Alyssa is fine,” she says.

  Lol, good for you! I hit the send button. Gary and his bitches, that’s another story.

  “Thank you, Alyssa” I say while watching her leave my office, astonished with how my mind has been playing tricks on me ever since I laid my eyes on her, even with all the work that I have and all the things I have been going through with my dad, my brain still manages to have dirty thoughts about her. Maybe I just needed sex with someone else, which is what I did over the weekend when my brain couldn’t stop thinking about her. I had sex with a very pretty Asian woman which was a total fail because as I fucked her, I kept imagining she was Alyssa, and man did it feel good…

  My phone starts ringing, which brings me back to reality.

  “What’s up?” I say, annoyed that my dad is being very demanding today.

  “Liam, the meeting has been canceled. They said they don’t want to settle. They want war.” His voice is resistant.

  “Are you kidding me? So what now?” I get up and squeeze my hand into a fist.

  “I don’t know, I tried to convince them to give us a chance but they wouldn’t.” His voice is shaky, and I can tell that fear is twisting his gut.

  “Fuck,” I yell while flames of anger shoot through me. “I am not gonna let you make me lose the company, do you hear me? That is not going to happen! This is your mess,” I hiss at him.

  “Well, it is your company, son, it’s been three years now, so you kind of have to save it.”

  What an ignorant asshole. I take a deep breath.

  “So what the fuck do they want now? Was sixty million dollars not enough? Jesus Christ, they really need to come after my company, don’t they?” I start walking around the office, my thoughts are a mess, blood flowing through my veins while rage poisons them.

  “I don’t know what they want. They said they will send me their request sometime this week.”

  “Great!” I shake my head, disappointed. “I gotta go now. I need some time to grasp whatever news you just threw at me.” I hang up the phone without giving him a chance to say anything more. I have heard enough. I take a deep breath while my world feels like it is coming to an end. And once again, thanks to my dad, I am reminded why I never date or do romance. My world is different, my world is cruel and dangerous, there is no place in it for people like Alyssa, a soft, beautiful-looking angel whose face gets glowy and red just when someone asks her a question. Innocence vacated my life the day my mother died. She took that away with her along with all the great things she was made of. I miss her, everyday…

  I pick up my house keys and head toward the door, still upset, angry, and furious at my dad.

  “Cancel all my meetings for the day. I am leaving,” I order without looking at Alyssa. I get out of the building and get in the car with Luke.

  “Where to, Mr. Adams?” he asks.

  I let out a huge sigh and look at him. “You already know where. Let’s get some flowers first.”

  He nods with a smile. We drive to the flower shop where I pick my mother’s favorite white roses, and we head toward the cemetery where she is buried. Today is one of those days where I need to visit her. I feel alone, sorrowful, and lost. So many emotions, I don’t even recognize who I am anymore. I place the roses at her grave.

  “If you only knew what I am going through, Mom!” I spend thirty minutes updating her about my life, talking to her about Alyssa and explaining to her how much I missed her and how much I just wished she could be here with me. Strong rain starts pouring as I say goodbye to my mother before Luke drives me to my house. Without removing any of my clothes, I lie on the bed where I drift off to sleep, completely ignoring all my problems and responsibili
ties like they don’t exist.

  CHAPTER 4

  Alyssa

  The next day, I wake up earlier than usual and pull myself off the bed, I lift my phone off the bedside table and I read a text from Jason.

  How was the first day? We need to catch up, I have a new boyfriend now!

  I smile and write back. My first day was hectic. We definitely need to catch up, gotta hear about your new boyfriend! Lunch today?

  I throw my phone on the bed as I head toward the washroom to freshen up. My head still hurts from all the headaches I suffered from the day before, and while the cold water runs down my back, the image of Mr. Adam’s tall and sharp features interrupts my thoughts, and my muscles tense. Not only he is extremely handsome, but his personality happens to be just as attractive as his looks. He is manly and brave, straight out of a romance novel kinda guy, and I am completely fucking hooked.

  My phone beeps as I wrap myself up in a towel. I head back to my room and lift my phone off the bed. Actually, I will be paying D.E. Adams Inc a visit today, there’s an important meeting with the Fitzgeralds so I will for sure see you there! I miss your face, sis.

  Warmth fills my chest as I read Jason’s text, finally someone that I know very well will be there today and I won’t feel as lonely for once, despite the fact that most people at work are very friendly and helpful, I am still considered a newb, but knowing that Jason will pay a visit definitely lifted my mood. Sounds great! Can’t wait to see you. Miss ya! I hit the send button before dressing in my pajamas and head downstairs to find my grandma in the kitchen.

  “Morning, Grandma.”

  “Morning, darling. I wanna bake some cookies today,” she says, fresh energy filling her, and it warms my heart.

  “I can make them, Grandma, maybe I should take some to work too.”

  “You should definitely take some to work, darling, and no, you need to get ready. I will take care of it.” She smiles. “How was it yesterday? I was asleep when you got here. I wasn’t feeling well.”