Devoted To You

by S. S. Richards

  I hear Liam’s voice coming from a room with the door slightly open.

  “I don’t care, burn it, destroy it, do whatever you want with it as long as it is not in my house, do you understand?” His voice is loud and resentful. I push open the door, and both Will and Liam turn to face me.

  “Liam, is everything okay?” I ask worriedly. My attention gets drawn to a huge bouquet of red roses sitting on top of his desk.

  “Alyssa, I am busy right now.” His tone is cold.

  “I’m sorry,” I say before shutting the door and running up the stairs to my room.

  I hate the fact that I know nothing about whatever has been happening in his life lately. I can tell he has work issues, and I know for a fact it has nothing to do with the company. These problems were something else, something more serious that I know nothing about.

  I lay myself comfortably on the bed as my body is worn out with fatigue caused by the lack of sleep ever since my grandmother had her surgery. It’s only a matter of seconds till my eyes shut and I drift off to sleep like a baby.

  Liam lying next to me, his fingers moving fast on his phone screen. He turns to face me, and with a smug face he says, “Did you have a good sleep, darling?” He sets his phone down on the side table.

  Darling? Now that’s a new word.

  “What time is it?” I ask while placing my hand on my forehead. These headaches that I have been experiencing for the past couple of days are due to my exhaustion and I can’t wait for them to go away.

  “It is time to get you out of that little dress of yours.”

  He gets up and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. He lets it slip off his shoulders, and my eyes stare at his bare chest. He removes his pants, and my eyes get locked to his solid cock. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me toward the end of the bed and unzips my dress as fast as he can.

  “Stand up,” he orders and I obey.

  He turns me around so my back is facing him and he pulls down my dress. He slides his thumb under my bra and gently up the curve of my breast. I gasp at his touch and bite my lower lip. He moves his other hand down to my panties where he digs his fingers inside and starts rubbing my clit.

  “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers work my pussy. Pulling down my panties, he bends me over till I am on my knees. He slides two fingers inside of me while cupping my breast and flicking his thumb against my nipple with his other hand. He starts stroking me then adds another finger and continues to finger me as fast as he can.

  “Liam,” I scream.

  “What’s up?”

  “I am going to come,” I say while gasping for air. He slides his fingers out, and I look back at him, a sad look on my face. “Please continue,” I beg.

  “Nope, it is time for me to get inside you.”

  Once again, he grabs my waist and pulls me toward him to the edge of the bed.

  “Spread your legs.” I obey as he removes his boxers.

  “Still on birth control?”

  “Yes,” I say, still panting.

  “Good.”

  He glides inside me, sliding in a couple of inches, then pulling back. He repeats the same action three times before I decide to say something.

  “Liam,” I groan.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck me hard,” I demand.

  “Say it again, sweetie, beg me.” He laughs, and it only makes my blood boils.

  “Fuck me harder, please,” I ask humbly.

  Without saying a word, he starts pounding inside of me, one hand grabbing my shoulder and the other one grabbing my hip. He slams without stopping, keeping an even pace, and when it is time for both of us to come, I moan as my forearms clutch the duvet.

  He pulls out and walks over to the washroom but I remain stretched out on the bed, panting and throbbing until he comes back to the room and starts getting dressed. I roll my body over to face him. His eyes are glued to my breasts. He leans forward and brings his lips to mine. He gives me a peck and heads toward the door.

  “Dinner in an hour, wear an evening dress and meet me downstairs. See you then,” he instructs right before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

  That was one hell of a sex session!

  Somehow, sex with Liam only gets sexier and better as time goes by. I get up and walk over to the washroom so I can take a shower when I realize that between my legs feels very sore and swollen.

  Despite the pain, I smile at his earlier comment, “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

  That’s exactly what you just did, Mr. Adams.

  CHAPTER 13

  Liam

  I head over to my room and take a quick shower while still thinking about the way her body throbbed as I pounded inside of her. I wanted to let her go, in fact, the past couple of days I have spent them in hell. I knew I shouldn’t have her around me because Janovski is coming after her. But I have a plan, and right now I am risking it all, and risking her life, but I know that as long as she’s here, with me, then I won’t let a single mother fucker get close to her.

  Today has been a good day so far, because she agreed to come spend time with me, except for when we received the bouquet of shitty roses delivered to my house. Inside the roses, there was a card buried that read, to Alyssa Thomson from Eric Janovski.

  That’s another game of his to show me that he knows she is with me. He has been watching us for the longest time, but what he doesn’t know, is that I have him and his men on a twenty-four-hour watch too, and whatever is coming his way, won’t be easy. Sorry not sorry, you just don’t fuck with whatever is mine.

  I get dressed in my fanciest, black, expensive suit and head downstairs, waiting for her. I take a quick glance at my phone and go through my emails. Thank god for Gary; he has been running everything while I took care of this mess.

  I glance up the stairs and there she is, beautiful in a burgundy dress that shows her cleavage. My eyes travel up and down her body and I almost drool. She let her long hair down. If I wasn’t hungry, I would skip this dinner and head to my room and fuck her for the rest of the night. But I seriously need to gain back my strength before we go for round two, and three, and god knows how many more.

  “The most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” I say while holding my hand out to her. She smiles and slides her fingers into the palm of my hand. I don’t let go, instead we stare at each other until my eyes drift over, slowly moving from her face all the way down to her cleavage.

  “Now, how am I supposed to eat dinner when all I wanna do is slam inside of you?”

  “First, I am still sore. Second, I am not on the menu, Mr. Adams.” She smirks and starts walking, pulling me with her.

  We get to the dining room, and her eyes scour the room, from the table to the walls and straight to the paintings.

  “Like what you see?” I ask right before pulling out her chair. She makes herself comfortable while sitting on my left side. Considering the table is massive, I need her to be as close as she can be.

  “It’s amazing, you’re lucky to be able to afford all of this. Some people can’t even afford to buy a sandwich,” she adds.

  “Hmm, want me to fix you a drink?” I say as I walk toward the bar.

  “One that’s not too strong, as you already know, me and alcohol don’t get along much.”

  “How about a screwdriver?”

  “Sounds good.”

  First, I make myself a scotch, and then I start making her drink. Mrs. Wilson shows at the door with some forks in her hands.

  “Hi, I am Mrs. Wilson, the chef. The food is almost ready I promise, and you are a beautiful girl,” she says extending her hand to Alyssa who gets up immediately to shake it.

  “Oh, you’re a chef, and thank you.”

  “Mrs. Wilson works here on a part-time basis whenever I am craving delicious food,” I add.

  “That’s amazing, do you need a hand? I can come help you.”

  Mrs. W
ilson glances over at me with the biggest smile on her face and then drifts over to Alyssa.

  “Pretty and kind? What a humble mix. Don’t worry about it, I am good.”

  “You sure?” she adds. “Just let me know if you need anything.”

  Mrs. Wilson nods and leaves the room. I bring the drink over to Alyssa and place it in front of her. I lean over and kiss her cheek.

  “Now you are making all my staff fall in love with you.”

  She rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips and takes a sip of her drink.

  “Wow, this is good.” She looks at me. “What a great bartender” she chuckles.

  “I am glad you like it.”

  There is a moment of silence while my eyes stay glued to her as she takes another sip of her drink. She looks at me and swallows.

  “Liam.” Her tone is serious.

  “Yes, Alyssa.”

  “I am seriously grateful to you for covering all the expenses for my grandmother.”

  “You are welcome.”

  “And umm.” She swallows again. “As much as I really wouldn’t mind paying you back this way, It’s a little bit hard for me...”

  “Pay me back what way?” I narrow my eyes. What the heck is she talking about?

  “Sex.” She looks down.

  I lift her chin up, and she looks at me through her long, dark eyelashes.

  “I didn’t ask you to come spend time with me because I want you to pay me back, and I would never let you fuck me so you can clear your debt.” I pause. “You are here because I am somehow unable to leave you alone, and I fuck you ‘cause I don’t have control over myself when I am around you, so don’t you ever think for one second that I want you to pay me back by selling yourself to me.” My voice is deep as anger crashes through me.

  How dare she think so low of herself?

  Mrs. Wilson comes over with the plates; she places them in front of us. Alyssa thanks Mrs. Wilson as she leaves the room and then turns her attention back to me.

  “I am sorry, Liam…”

  “London broil with herb butter,” I cut her off. “It’s very good.”

  She smiles, lifts her fork, and starts eating. I don’t want any stupid conversation to ruin this evening, and I think she got the message.

  There is a moment of awkward silence while we eat our food, her head pinned on her plate ever since Mrs. Wilson brought the food over. I decide to break the silence.

  “She died when I was six.”

  She places her fork on the table and glances up at me. “Pardon me?

  “My mother. She was the kindest, most caring woman. She got really sick and was gone within four days. No doctor could figure out what was happening but apparently, it was because of a bad infection.” My voice is flat. She cups my hand.

  “I was raised by Sancha, the woman who came to the office the other day.”

  She nods her head.

  “You remind a lot of my mother, the hair, the height, the smile, even your personality is like her.”

  “I am so sorry, Liam.” Her eyes become gloomy and filled with sorrow.

  “I don’t need your empathy, Alyssa, I am just telling you about myself, that’s all.”

  “Right.” She takes her hand away from mine. “Thank you for telling me.” She smiles, her voice is low and almost a whisper.

  I don’t know what has gotten into me, but this is the first time that I’ve opened up to someone about my life, especially my mother. I just felt the need to let it all out.

  “We should go for a swim later.” I finish my scotch in one shot, and it burns my throat.

  “You have a pool?” Her eyes widen.

  “Yes, both inside and outside. You done with your food?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come.” I stand up and grab her hand.

  We head over to the inside pool. Her eyes widen as she spins around. She gazes at the art on the ceiling, and her happiness is showing. I lean on the door and slide my hands in my pockets, my eyes are glued to her face. She is art, her energy makes me glow on the inside. She has this wild power over me that is indefinable. I could get lost in her world of innocence and I would never regret it. I wondered for so long if this was all worth it, but then every time I remember her face, a fire burns inside of me, making me ready and willing to do anything to make her mine. I take a step forward, a large grin splitting my face. This is what love feels like.

  She stands at the edge of the pool, facing me, but she is far away. Her eyes lock to mine while she starts removing her sandals.

  “What are you doing?” I narrow my eyes.

  “It is hard to swim with heels, Mr. Adams.” She pauses. “Even though I don’t even know how to swim,” she adds.

  With a straight face, I remove my suit jacket.

  “Then maybe it is not a good idea to jump in, Alyssa,” I say, deep-toned.

  I remove my shoes and my socks, and she doesn’t move at all, all she does is look at me with a smug face.

  “The water is deep, Alyssa, come on, let’s go, this is not funny.” I start walking slowly, my heart pounding inside my chest. This woman is driving me all kinds of crazy.

  Only a matter of seconds till she throws herself into the pool.

  “Fuck,” I groan and throw myself in to catch her. I reach and grab her by the waist while I pull her up as fast as I can. As soon as we are on the surface of the pool she gasps for air while choking and laughing at the same time.

  “This is not a joke,” I bite. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I am fine.” She puts both of her arms around my neck.

  “You could have killed yourself,” I hiss. “What if I wasn’t here?”

  “I know how to swim, dummy.” She laughs, throwing her head back. “I was just joking.”

  “You’re fucking crazy.” I clasp the back of her neck, pulling her head closer to me and giving her a savage kiss. “You drive me crazy,” I whisper as I pull my head back.

  “You have no clue what you do to me, Mr. Adams.” Her voice is calm. “I am insanely addicted to you,” she adds

  Heat courses through my veins as fresh energy fills me. One glance at her is all it takes to make my heart beat faster.

  “Alyssa.”

  “Yes,” she whispers.

  “I am devoted to you, I hope you know that.”

  She smiles but says nothing, her eyes shooting sparks.

  “Let’s head upstairs, shall we?”

  She nods her head, and we make our way out of the pool. I drape my jacket over her shoulders. As soon as we get to my room, we step into the washroom. We both remove our clothes, and I scoop her up, I turn the shower on, and press her back against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist. My cock juts out, hard and long. She starts kissing me while digging her fingers into my hair. I bite her lip, and she sobs. I push my dick deep inside of her, and she scratches my back while burying her face in my neck.

  “Look at me.”

  She pulls back and looks into my eyes.

  “You are mine, mine only, understood?”

  She nods helplessly.

  As soon as we both come and I finish inside of her, we both wash quickly. I wrap her up in a towel and dry myself off then get myself dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

  “I will be back.” I kiss her forehead before heading out to my office. I pick up the phone and dial Will’s extension, only a matter of minutes till he is in my office.

  “So is everything still going smoothly?”

  “Yes, sir, it is supposed to happen in about an hour or so.” He glances at his watch.

  “Good.” A sigh of relief escapes my mouth. “I really can’t wait for all of this shit to be over. Did my dad call?”

  “No, sir, I think after our last meeting with Janovski, he finally understood that he needed to let us take care of everything.”

  “Great.” I rub the palms of my hands together. “I have a question.”

  “Of course, sir.” He nods his head, and I slide m
y hands into my pockets.

  “How do you…” I hesitate. “How do you ask a girl out? Like how do you tell them that you want to do the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff with them?”

  Will looks down, a smirk on his face. “You mean you wanna date them, sir?”

  I nod in agreement.

  “You just tell them how you feel, sir, ask them to go see a movie if they like movies, just go with the flow.”

  “Hmm.” I nod.

  “It’s none of my business, but if this is about Ms. Thomson, then you shouldn't be worried. The two of you already act like a couple, sir.”

  “Thanks, Will.” I smile and tap his shoulder.

  “Anything else, sir?”

  I shake my head. “You have a goodnight.”

  I head back upstairs to my room and find Alyssa naked, sleeping peacefully on the bed. Afraid to wake her up, I try not to make a sound as I curl my body around hers. I put one arm around her waist and one leg over hers and it’s only a matter of seconds till I drift off to sleep.

  I wake up early in the morning with my phone buzzing. I lift it off the bedside table and open my text messages.

  Are you coming to work today?

  I don’t answer Gary just yet. I roll over and give Alyssa a kiss on the cheek before I get up and start dressing. As I adjust my tie in front of the mirror, I see her reflection in the back, beautiful even with her messy, morning hair.

  “Morning, gorgeous,” I say.

  “Morning, Mr. Adams.” She lifts the remote control from the side table and turns the TV on.

  “You’ll find some clothes in the closet, sweetheart.”

  “Did you buy clothes and put them in every single room?” She narrows her eyes.

  I give her half a smile and wink at her.

  She shakes her head, gets out of bed, and starts going through the closet.

  I pick up my phone and decide to reply to Gary’s text. Yes I will stop by today.

  “Jesus Christ, do you hear that?” She lifts the remote control and raises the volume.

  I straighten my posture and walk toward her. I don't actually pay attention to the news. I put my arms around her waist and pull her toward me. She doesn’t look at me, her eyes are still glued to the TV.