The rest of the day goes by quickly, my thoughts continuously falling back to the image of Vincent as he threw his head back in satisfaction and filled my mouth with his essence.I fix my hair in the employee bathroom and then make my way to my floor, looking exactly as I had before I left for his office. I can't help but think everyone in the meeting room can sense what I've just done. It was naughty, dirty, and ill timed, but I wouldn't change it. No one besides the two of us would know what happened so I won't be upset about it.My foot nervously taps against the floor, willing the time to speed up. As a marketing assistant, I won't be helping to design ads or come up with new amazing campaigns. I spend my days in this cubicle, analyzing campaigns for other similar companies and comparing them to sales trends.Honestly, it's boring as hell, especially considering four other recently hired employees are doing the same thing. With Vincent's far-reaching business factions, each o

The memories assault me.We were both already undressed when Vincent reached to the side of the bed and returned with my shirt."What are you going to do? Dress me again?" I bantered.The look in his eyes should have been the indicator that wasn't where Vincent planned to go, but I was too lost in lust to figure it out. "No, not exactly. Now flip."I didn't exactly follow very many rules in life, but when Vincent Valiant told me to roll over, I did it. And I didn't ask questions.As I lay flat on my stomach in front of him, he gathered up my hands and pulled them behind me to rest of the top of my ass cheeks, and then using the shirt he collected from the floor, he bound them together tightly so I couldn't pull free."This will ruin my shirt," I said with a hint of hysteria in my voice.Vincent only chuckled. "I'll buy you another one. Fuck, I'll buy you ten more."A girl could not argue with that logic—at least not a woman with half a brain. While I would admit to losi

It's true we both may have people in our past, but the differences is mine holds only the one. He was lackluster. How would Vincent react if he had to see images of me going at it with another man who had a body of a model? The jealousy that blooms every time Henry sends me a text is a big enough clue of how Vincent would respond."She said you promised to buy her family's factory for a big payday and then you didn't."His eyes narrow and a spot in his cheek twitches. "No, she begged me to look at her family's property. I told her no until the thing between us ended and then I felt guilty. But it's mismanaged and poorly run. The roof is caving in on half of it. It wasn't a good investment and I won't let a loose pussy force me to make poor business decisions. She got her money and now she's gone against our deal."His words are chilly and harsh. I've never witnessed Vincent treat someone in such a fashion. Has this part of him always been hiding underneath the surface? Could he t

Even now I use Vincent to get by. He's been running my life and I've succeeded because of him since the first day we met and he offered me the job. Vincent has constantly picked me up after I've tripped and fallen. He found me an apartment, furnished it, bought me my car with a special parking space—even though I've never driven it. Vincent who continues to rescue me but never the other way around. Everything is one sided.Our relationship is not centered or evenly yoked. There isn't even a positive business term to describe what we have between us. We are as uneven as a seesaw—a business deal destined to go bad. He is writing the contracts, and I keep signing them without reading the fine print. The only thing I have going for me is the hope we'll work out. But now it feels as if we're rushing toward the end at full speed. Nothing I can do will stop it. Now I have to sit back and wait for the crash."I don't want to leave you like this." He tries to sit on the bed but I refuse to

She walks past me quickly getting in my line of sight again and trying to steer me to the left. "You are upset. Let me help. Get in my car and I'll drive you." She hits her key fob and a black super-expensive-looking sports car parked on the curb beeps."I'm just going to the towers," I say pointing at the apartment building visible from our bandage point.Tiffany's smile grows. "It will still be faster to drive."Not trusting her, but desperate to get to Ashley as quickly as possible, I open the passenger side door of the car as she waits. We drive the wrong direction away from the apartment complex, weaving through downtown's many one-way streets to get us back to the proper side of the street going in the right direction.She stops at a red light, even though there are no cars in the deserted downtown area on the holiday weekend."He set you up in the towers?" she says almost tsking her disapproval. "Honey, you should have held out for someplace better."Anxiety crawls u