Olivia and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months. Yet, I still couldn’t fucking believe that I was going along with what we were doing that night. I was simultaneously trying to keep a straight face and put a smile on it. But it was so fucking hard, especially with Olivia smiling at me every minute. “Ross, if you don’t want to go in, then we can just go home.”I patted her hand, thinking about us having sex anywhere and everywhere and now we were going to talk about it with a bunch of strangers. I should have fucking backed out. That’s what Alec used to do with his wife. Speak off the devil. “Shit, can’t believe you came,” he laughed as he patted me on the back. “Olivia, you’re a good woman.” She winked back at him. I wished there was less of this secret language between the two of them and more talking. Erika took Olivia’s hand and they entered the building. The one that I really didn’t want to go into. “Why should I suffer alone?” Alec said as he opened the door f
I have around one week to go until our baby is due and I’m back home with Mom and Aunt Veronica, because they didn’t want to live in the penthouse with us. Mom still has a thing about being at home. I get that, she doesn’t want to give it up, it’s the last place that she was with Dad and she still holds memories of them being together. She’s not the only one, if I’m honest. I do miss him all the time. Ross bought and built the crib in my old bedroom. He complained at first about us not being at home, but then he found himself spending more time here than in the penthouse.“We have a nanny on hand to help with things,” he complained once, but it was falling on deaf ears. I wasn’t about to have a baby and hand him over. No, I wanted to be there for every special moment. Besides, I’d put my career on hold for so long, that I didn’t feel like returning to it, even if I could. I couldn’t believe how much things had changed in such a short space of time. Well, not exactly a short space of
“What do you fucking want?”I barked as my sexy Kansan secretary, Scarlett entered my office. I shouldn’t have been so crude, and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired and out of patience. Us New Yorkers had a way of speaking that at times appeared to be crude to the rest of the country, but for us? It was natural. Either way, Scarlett was my secretary, not my wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’d been repeating the mistake over the course of the week. A man should always learn from his mistakes. Monday, I should have put an end to it.Tuesday was too tempting.Wednesday, it was getting kind of silly…and all the days after that were nothing but plain stupidity and I was paying the price, big time. Usually, when a woman sees me with a whip in my playroom they tell me to be gentle or they see me with a paddle and demand that I don’t smack them too hard. Not Scarlett, she was every man’s fantasy in the playroom, boardroom, office, parking lot and in the e
My finger hovered over the keyboard, ready to tell him that I couldn’t come to the office. The point of being a virtual assistant was to stay at home, what didn’t he understand about that? I had to look after my mom, and I couldn’t afford to hire a nurse to help her. The company paid me well, but they didn’t pay that well that I could afford a nurse. I hummed over the idea of asking for a raise over the next few weeks, so I could pay for one. That could be an option.Scarlett knew about my situation, which led me to work more hours than if I was present in an office. The time that I wasn’t helping my mom, I was working. I used to be a top executive, but the moment Mom started suffering from dementia, I started working from home. At first it was fine getting a nurse to look after her part-time, because she would have good and bad days, and I could be in the house and get a lot more done during office hours but lately she’d been getting worse. So, bad that the strain of working and li
It was just before seven and I was sitting at my desk. Fuck, you would think that I was waiting on a date or something. Olivia hadn’t responded since I sent her the message telling her to get her butt in here. Part of me was nervous that she wouldn’t show up. I’d sent her a very generous offer after I calculated how much I was paying Scarlett and the pennies she was making and I tripled it.My laptop was closed, and my phone was in front of me. What the fuck did this Olivia look like?I had seen her hands, feet and even the top of her damn head on her financial investment blog. At one point, it seemed as if she was going to write a book, but then she stopped posting on the blog over the last few months. It’d gone from a post a week, to a post every two months. There was no photo of her face; it was so fucking weird. I had a vision of her being devastatingly ugly, until I saw her feet. They proved that she wasn’t hideous unless they weren’t even her fucking feet. People do some fucked
I hadn’t worked in a real office for how long?I came in nervous as hell and all I could think about was my mom and brother at home,. only to find my boss kissing the CFO!Sure, it was none of my business, and if he’s that way inclined then sure, it’s no issue. I did spot a wedding ring on the CFO’s hand, but not on Ross’s. I just thought it was a bit strange because in the last email I got from Scarlett, she told me that she was marrying Mr. Hamilton. Maybe he swings both ways?He wouldn’t be the first. I just hope that Scarlett wasn’t too upset that she had to share him. Then again, maybe that was the reason he needed me in the office, Scarlett had caught him with another man and had to take some time off to come to grips with it. I emailed her after getting his email asking for me to come to the office, but she never replied. “I came in at seven like you said and I signed the contract.” I tried not to look at him to distract myself from what I’d seen when I came into the room, bu
Olivia sat at her desk, quietly performing the duties I was paying her to do.. Shit, I wanted to take her over to my desk and just bend her over. She was hot. No, she was on fucking fire! Shit, why did she hide on her blog? What was her secret? Why didn’t she want people to know what she looked like?Scarlett belonged on the pages of a magazine and Olivia belonged on the front cover. The girls on the cover of Playboy had nothing on Olivia. She reminded me of Angelia Jolie, with her long, flowing dark hair, and matching dark green eyes. Her eye lashes were long and soft, so as she spoke with her full, oval lips, her mouth sucked in air as if she was in charge of everything. She’d dressed in a red pencil skirt suit as if she came in to run the office, not to be my secretary. She reminded me of one of the executives that I’d worked with on many occasions. The type of woman that was in control and knew exactly how to make everything worked. She didn’t belong in an office behind closed do
I couldn’t wait to get out of his office. I kept imagining him wanting to touch my hands, or even my feet. He was hot, there was no denying that and I was tempted to ask if he had Italian blood in his family, but that would make me fantasize about him even more. The Italians have a reputation for being hot blooded lovers, maybe that was why he was with someone like Scarlett. She was young and full of energy. I asked him to focus and I was having a hard time doing just that, because every time he came near my mind would wander and not just a little bit, but a lot. He was very commanding and all it took to get my attention was a wave of his hand. I had a look at his perfectly manicured nails and wondered if he did them himself, or did a professional do them for him?It must be the way that he admired my hands and feet that had me thinking about his and every other part of his body.When did I ever get all flustered over a man? I’d met big-time millionaires like Hamilton so many times