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Somethingelsefrom me.
Something I’m not sure I want to let him steal.
I know from the way his voice lost its hard edges that Jameson didn’t tell me my company would lose value in case I wasn’t aware of that fact.
He said it because he was concerned for me.
Worried about me.
And now, he’s called me because of that worry.
“I have to go,” I say. I do have to go, but I also need space from this conversation.
We end the call and I gather myself for the conversation I’m about to have with Douglas. God knows what news he has for me now.
While I wait for him to arrive, my mind loops back to Jameson.
I’m going to need that sliver of my heart back that he just stole.
When I divorce him, I’m taking it along with my company.
There’s no way I can allow him to keep either.
* * *
Tuesday doesn’t hitany easier than Monday.
On top of that, Vanessa calls early to let me know she has to take the week off to help her mom who is in the middle of a divorce. The timing for me isn’t ideal, but I feel for her and her mother. I’ll make do without her.
“You’re flying out at eleven?” Jameson says after he fucks me in my bathroom. He’s referring to my flight to London this morning.
I’d just finished showering when he returned from his gym all sweaty. After he caught sight of me in my towel in the bedroom, he was like an animal, all over me. Well, animal is excessive, but honestly, I was clean, I wasn’t looking for sex, and there he was, unable to stop himself.
I was unable to say no.
My vagina, after all, has it bad for him.
When I smacked him away and told him he was too sweaty for me, he forced me back into my shower and fucked me in there.
I meet his gaze in the mirror as he moves behind me at the vanity. “Yes, eleven.”
“Call me when you arrive.”
“Okay.” I’m unsure why he wants a call, though. His flight crew will keep him updated, I’m sure. Jameson’s people have their eyes and ears everywhere. I’m under no illusion he doesn’t know where I am at all times, and what I’m doing.
He drops me at work with a kiss for the world to see. He’s started them up again this week. I’m not complaining.
Douglas goes over the half billion wiped from the company overnight when I arrive at the office. Lara details the social media storm we’re still in. I work on thinking like Jameson would.
I do okay at it, but I will never be a Jameson Fox. I just don’t have that in me. I will always be led by my emotions, even in business. And I decide that’s okay. That’s what makes me, me.
I’ve kicked ass in my life, and I will continue kicking ass.
Kimberly and I board Jameson’s jet just before 11:00 a.m. and fly to London. I don’t leave behind the things troubling me, but I do find the change in scenery refreshing.
I call Jameson when I arrive at the hotel. It’s almost 8:00 p.m. for him and I hear that he’s distracted by something.
“Everything okay?” I ask, kicking my shoes off.
