Jei Clementine is stalling. I don’t know why. Ed passes me another file to append my signature, I do that and return it to him. We continue this in silence that’s interrupted by the growl of a stomach. A guilty smile spreads on his lips, I peek at my wristwatch. 6:30 pm. Way past lunch time and closing hours.
“Have you eaten?” I ask.
He adjusts in his seat, touching his tie as if to receive strength from it. “No.”
I push the rest of the files aside. “We will continue tomorrow. You can leave.”
An uncomfortable pause passes between us. He sets his pen on the desk. “I am fine.” His stomach disagrees, growling embarrassingly loud and Ed’s cheeks redden. “We can continue, I will eat later.”
“You can go, Ed. We will continue this tomorrow.” But he doesn’t stand. His lips twitch like he is holding back his words. I sigh. These guys act like I am the devil in human flesh sometimes. “I’m not firing you.”
That’s when he stands and offers me a tight smile. Jesus. Am I that bad? I appraise my rattled assistant. His shoulder length hair is gone, replaced by a buzz cut. I don’t have to be reminded of T each time I look at him but I have been trying with the staff. I can’t be too nice because I don’t want a repeat of Danielle but I smiled this morning. It might have scared them, the guards froze and Dina paled. I have never seen anyone turn so white in my life. Well, except Brianna. That has become her colour. I miss her but I’m hopeful.
“I was going to show you after our meeting.” Ed's voice drags my eyes to him, he pulls out pictures from under the pile we were working on. I sit up when he slides them to me. Pictures of the same people. Jei and T. Can my life get any more fucked? Why are they smiling at each other? They are probably planning ways to fuck me up and take my wife. He hesitates. “They are close friends, they have been for a while.”
“Did you send it?” I interrupt. “The flowers,” I cut in when he keeps staring, confusion embedded on his face. Since I found El’s favourite flowers, I send it daily. He nods, my eyes fall on the picture. “Carry on.”
He is showing me for a reason, a good one I hope. I am tired of waiting for that man to call. “Maybe Mrs Stark can help.” I arch a brow, he has to thread carefully or he might lose his job. “She can talk to Mr T.”
The rumours started shortly after we were seen together. The media is abuzz with conspiracy theories and the possibility of a reconciliation. Lord knows I want that. Our one month is over and none of us are talking about it. I haven’t released a statement, I never discuss personal life with the media but I like the attention from this one. It is partly why I have done nothing about it. El likes to please people. If more and more people continue this talk about a reconciliation, she might start to consider it. I want that.
Since our lives are very private, the only thing the media knows is that we stopped living together. News of the separation never got out. Try as hard as I can to keep away from them, there is always that one person interested in my life, feeding media outlets enough details to keep my relationship on the front page.
“Maybe.” Maybe she can talk to T so the prick will talk to his friend. I am not too surprised to see both of them together. Jei is the kind of person you would expect to see with T. They are both carefree pricks, only that one isn’t interested in my wife. “Thank you. Now, go.” I shove the pictures into my drawer. El will be happy to help but I don’t want to involve her. “Get something to eat and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The best part about working with Ed is his unethicality. It’s something we both share and he will go far with that attitude. We understand how rough the business world is, that we might be forced to be on the other side of morality and ethics and we are both fine with it. As long as we are not hurting anyone too much, we are okay. I take out my phone from my pocket at the same time it pings with a text from El.
I am smiling before I view her message. A stupid grin plasters on my lips, I tuck a pen behind my ear. We had breakfast together but it feels like so long ago. I miss her. The girls have never looked more alive, it feels too good. How did we survive before? I swipe up on my screen and my breath snags in my throat.
Holy fucking mother of God.
It’s a picture message. A nude. Lord Jesus. My mouth waters at those precious tits staring at me like they want me to pamper them. I fucking want that too. We have not had sex in four days. I close the files on my desk without looking at them, shove some more into my briefcase and yank my jacket draped on my seat. My phone beeps with a new text, my soul nearly walks out of my body at the string of nudes that floods in.
She follows the pictures with a text.
Wifey: Guess who’s no longer on her period?
I almost drop my briefcase. The files crash to the floor, I grudgingly pick them. She needs to stop playing. The tent in my trousers is visible, I welcome the silence in the building as I step out of my elevator. With the briefcase in one hand, texting becomes impossible so I wait until I am seated in the car. I need her.
Me: Where are you?
Her response is immediate.
Wifey: My office. Tired.
Then she will be exhausted by the time I am done. I break all traffic rules. The light is red when my car zooms to the next lane. A trip of forty minutes turns into half, I rush up to El’s office, ignoring the greetings of the guards and receptionist. They can all go fuck themselves. I need to see my pretty wife. We need to talk about some things like sending me nudes at random. I knock once to announce my presence and uncertainty nibbles at my courage.
This is my first time here. I know what the office looks like, what I will see if I open the door but I am still nervous. I don’t think too much about it, I push the door. El relaxes in her seat like she is expecting me.
The top buttons of her shirt are undone, giving a teasing glimpse of black lace and glowing skin. Reaching behind me for the door, I twist the key and push away from it. She is on her feet before I reach her, I hug her, sniffing her like a dog who found its lost owner. Her fingers slide into my hair, I sigh like a content man. I love the feel of her fingers, how she tugs on the roots like she’s trying to decide if I like it or not.
“The glass...” Our gazes turn to the floor-to-ceiling glass covering half of her wall and offering her a view of half the city moving about their business. I look out the window but I can’t see the beauty. My brain is too clouded with lust to process anything that’s not El. I undo the rest of her buttons. “Can they see us?”
“No. But we can,” she breathes out.
She reaches for my collar to unbutton my shirt, I grab her wrists. If I wait a second longer, my dick might tunnel a hole through my trouser. Her eyes lower to my bulge, she giggles and my cheeks turn a dark shade of red.
I bunch her skirt at her waist and whistle. No panties. Fucking wet for me. El winks and I kiss her neck. “Grab the desk.”
My hand roams her behind, the stretch marks on them and I give her firm butt a small squeeze. El grinds against me, pressing her ass to my erection. I groan. My cock wants her warmth too. I release my dick, pushing into her moisture until she lets out that sexy whine to show her approval and I start thrusting. My fingers curl in her hair, I yank the bun and her pained moan sends a thrill down my arms. There’s no gentleness as I thrust into her like an animal on heat, grunting and moaning as bliss ravages my body.
Our ragged breathing punctuates the air, her moans fuels me. I pump into her in quick, fast strokes that soon end with my cum sputtered over her ass. The last of my seed spills out, I let out a frightening growl.
Her head turns to me, her lips quirk in disapproval as her gaze falls to my deflated dick. I shrug, she rolls her eyes. “That was fast,” she says. “And satisfying. Best sex of my life. We should do it again.”
Sarcasm thickens her voice, I make a kissy face and she flips me the bird. It earns her a spank on the ass. The naughty woman retaliates by stepping on my foot. I wince and she sticks out her tongue.
“Serves you right.”
“What was that, El?”
I smack her ass again, harder this time. Her lips part, I shove a finger into her slickness to stop her reply. My chest tightens as her eyes roll back, her juice trickles down her thighs, mixing with the sperm rolling down her legs. She makes a small sound that turns me on, I quicken my pace, pumping my fingers in and out of her until that familiar rigidity takes over her. She grabs the edge of the desk and screams my name. We come together. Her body sags from the high, jets of sperm shoot out in all directions.
A box of Kleenex on the windowsill catches my eyes, I wipe the semen drying on her ass. Smacking her lips as she adjusts her outfit, I give her thumbs up when her eyes seek mine. I sink into her seat, she settles on my legs and starts arranging the sketches my eyes fall to for the first time since my arrival.
“Do you want another baby?” I blurt out, surprising both of us. Her head snaps to me, an explanation works its way to my lips but I have trouble voicing it out. We have had sex a couple of times. Fuck that, we had sex lot of times without protection. She hasn’t complained. I don’t mind because I am trying to get her pregnant. Not exactly trying but I am not doing anything to stop it from happening. Her mouth closes, I start rambling. “It would be a great addition, it will even out the number. Three females to one male doesn’t sound fair to me.” She raises her brows, I almost trip on my words. “Don’t you think?”
“I don’t think so.” Smoothing my tie, she says, “We are just fine the way we are. No additions.”