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“So violent. It turns me on.” He chuckles. “You’re thinking about me stretching your pussy, and how my tongue would feel on your pus—”
I swallow hard and loud. “All right. I don’t want to hear any more.” I pivot on the balls of my heels, leaving before I do something stupid like kiss his pretty face.
Atlas
I’m at a strip joint with Trent and Jasper and we drink a few beers. I can’t concentrate because I’m thinking about Lake. I can’t erase her from my head no matter what I do. I’ve been pining for her since I saw her at my twenty-eighth birthday wearing a tight-ass bikini. I noticed how pretty she was, but I never tried to pursue anything until I found out from her father that Carter broke up with her. I was relieved they broke up because I wanted her. Her father told me he left her because of the scar on her face, and her ex needs his ass beat. She’s just as beautiful with the scar on her face. She’s insecure, and it irks my nerves the way she talks down about herself.
Jasper cocks his eyebrow. “All this ass shaking, and you’re not going to entertain it?”
He places a dollar bill into a G-string of a stripper. He’s known to sleep with different women, especially models. They look good on his arms, and he knows most of them don’t want anything serious.
We had a rough meeting today. Since Lake doesn’t start work until Monday, I’m stuck doing her job and mine. I figured I’d give her some space to prepare herself for working for me.
Normally, I would have a one-night stand. It’s easier because there aren’t strings attached, but ever since I found out I have a shot with Lake, I haven’t entertained any other woman.
“No, I have someone else on my mind.”
He pats me on the back. “Lake.” He smirks. “Good luck, because it doesn’t seem like she’s into you.”
Annoyed, I shake my head. “She’s fighting it.”
Trent nurses his beer before her answers. “You’re acting pussy-whipped.”
“He is. How does that work? How do you be pussy-whipped if you’ve never had it? Make it make sense,” Jasper murmurs.
Jasper is my best friend and CFO. We’ve been friends since we were in high school, and I met Trent at Harvard and as soon as I was CEO of Risqué, I made him the COO. They both know of my obsession with Lake. Even now, my dick grows hard thinking about her. She’s the only woman who makes my pulse thump in my ears, the only woman who makes my heart skip a beat in my chest. When I’m fucking another woman, I fantasize about her.
“Shut up, both of you. You know how long I’ve been waiting on Lake and her ex-fiancé to break up?”
“We know, we’ve been hearing about it for the last couple of years. She doesn’t want you, so let it go,” Jasper mutters. “She keeps turning you down.”
“Well, I have the opportunity to fuck her now since she’s my new executive assistant.”
They both grow quiet and glance at each other, then turn back to look at me.
Disappointment flickers in Jasper’s eyes. “You hired her as your EA? What the fuck is wrong with you? You knew what happened to Trent when he fucked his last EA. It ends up being a disaster.”
Trent sips his beer. “Bad move, bro.”
Trent’s EA lied about him, said she was manipulated into sleeping with him, and he had to pay her off. It was one of the biggest scandals in the company. I’m not trying to be in a relationship with Lake, because I don’t want to be trapped in a loveless relationship. My father treats my mother like shit; he doesn’t love her but she loves him, and that’s why she won’t leave him. It’s a fucking disaster. I’m well aware Lake doesn’t want a romantic relationship with me. Besides, once I have my little taste of Lake, get her out of my system, I can move on with my life.
One of the strippers tries to sit on my lap, and I push her off of me.
“I know what I’m doing. She won’t be working for me long, anyways. After I clean up the financial mess in Risqué, I’m going to work at Naked in London until I’m able to become a board member. Lake, she doesn’t want anything long term. She’s career-obsessed like me.”
Which is why I like her. She has a backbone and loves fashion. I remember how she used to hold fashion shows at her parents’ parties.
“Good. As long as you have it under control.” Hope laces Trent’s tone. “You know what you are doing. Then I support it.”
“I don’t support it,” Jasper snaps.
I toss cash on the table. “Good thing I don’t give a fuck if you do.” I sigh. “I’m going home, I’ll see you at the office in the morning.”
Once I’m outside, the New York City’s thick air hits me. I slide inside of my Maybach, and tell my chauffeur, Thomas, to drive past Lake’s apartment. I looked up her address as soon as her details were in the computer system.
Ever since I found out where she lives, I drive by here every night—obsession doesn’t even come close to how I feel about her. I’m tempted to walk upstairs and knock on the door, but I don’t want to come off as a creep, so I tell Thomas to take me home.
When I make it to my penthouse, I stride to my bedroom and loosen my tie. Leaving it hanging off my shoulders, I pour myself a glass of bourbon from the minibar tucked away in the corner, then I glance out the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights up like diamonds. I take my phone from my pocket and look up Lake’s number.
