Since leaving the bar on Friday, I hadn’t let her out of my sight. She insisted on going back to her place the following day and we ended up back in my bed. She wanted to get some clothes from home, but she didn’t need clothes all weekend. As soon as she put her dress back on, then I would take it right back off again. We’d showered, eaten, bathed, talked, and fucked. I was exhausted and I still couldn’t get enough of her company.Last night I dropped her off at home and she was giving me a little tour and then once I saw her bed and smelled her scent on her pillows, I had to have her once again.I woke her up. “Olivia. Olivia.”She was in a daze. Damn, the woman could sleep. “You’re not going to believe this.”“What is it Ross?”“The deal’s gone through.”“You mean?”“Yes, we fucking did it.”She laughed as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. I gently moved it aside and kissed her. “Shhh, Mom and Aunt Veronica will hear you. Besides, you need to get home, so you can be ready for
Over the last couple of weeks, spending time with Aunt Veronica on a Friday night and Olivia nearly every night had made everything that was complicated in my life, plain sailing. I didn’t feel frustrated when I wasn’t with Olivia. Instead, I’d taken up trying to figure out what to do when the takeover took place. I would be working thirty hours per week, something that I hadn’t done since college. Even then I didn’t think that I studied that much. I seemed to have a natural gift for figures. I suppose it runs in the family. Dad used to work with hedge funders and so do a couple of my uncles. We all work in finance, and the women in my family seemed to love the law. A perfect combination. It was Thursday night and we were due to meet both Alec and his wife, Erika, to go out for dinner. We were going on a double-date, something that I’d done so infrequently that I could count on one hand how many times I’d actually done it. The last couple of times that I did do it, it was because E
Erika and I hit it off after that night in the restaurant. So much so, that we’d agreed to meet up for coffee the following week. I could see that Alec and Erika were very much in love, even if they did have five kids. I admired them for that. I didn’t have any friends. I explained to them that once Mom got sick they all disappeared. They didn’t want to be friends with someone who talked about nothing but their mom’s dementia all day long and didn’t want to go out, not even for coffee. It meant I had to leave her alone, and I was afraid to do that. As for inviting friends over, that wasn’t an option. I was afraid that Mom would turn on them and be afraid that there were people in her house ready to kill her. It’d happened a couple of times and I decided that it was selfish of me to want friends to come and visit. So, I stopped and slowly but surely, they stopped keeping in contact.There was one thing that Ross wasn’t getting and that was another pretty young secretary. He’d given me
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