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“I take it, you’re not aware I’ve won this round?” I place my cards on the table, face up. It’s a straight flush. Knox throws his cards down in disgust. Sinclair shakes his head and tosses his hand on the table.
Nathan slowly reveals his. I take in his Ace, King, Queen, Jack and Ten of Diamonds. "Guess it's me who wins." He smirks.
"Guess Iletyou win." I drain my coffee and rise to my feet. "I’m not giving up control of the company without a fight."
"Anything less, and it would be boring." He tilts his head.
I jerk my chin at Sinclair and Knox, then walk out of there and to my car. By the time I reach home, the anger inside me has coiled around my guts and poisoned my veins. I march up the stairs and throw open the door to her room, but she’s not there. I enter, and it feels like I’ve stepped into a garden of apple blossoms. I’m instantly hard. My heart picks up speed. And my mind…
It begins to replay how it was to tie her up and bend her over the bed and fuck her. How it felt to fall asleep inside her and wake up and push my face in between her legs. How it felt to curve my body around hers and hold her while she snored those ladylike snores. I sit on the bed, reach for her discarded blouse and bring it to my face, and sniff.Mistake.Myballs harden, and my pants tighten until I’m sure I’m going to come in them.
I drop her blouse and glance around the space, taking in her cosmetics on the dressing table, the half open door to her closet, the towel she’s slung over the bathroom handle. Her books are on the bedside table, one of them annotated with post-it’s sticking out from between the pages. The drawer below is half open. I walk around and pull it all the way, spying some very interesting gadgets.
Is this why she wanted to move to another room? So, she could pleasure herself…without my knowledge? So, she could orgasm while thinking of someone else? So, she could torture me with images of her moaning herself to sleep with some inanimate objects inside her while I'm harder than a stallion on a stud farm in the room nearby? I snatch up one of the vibrators, something thick and long and veiny, but I’m proud to say, it’s not thicker or longer, or as veiny as my cock.
She could have the real thing; but instead, she’s here stuffing this lifeless dildo inside her pussy… Insidemypussy. I bring it to my nose and sniff, and it’s as if I’m back between her thighs.Fuck.I take another deep breath, when the hair on the back of my neck rises. I turn toward the door and find her standing there. She’s wearing a pink skirt which stretches across her thick thighs, and a matching jacket with a blouse underneath that dips toward the valley of her cleavage. Color flushes the column of her throat, up her cheeks. "What are you doing here?"
61
Mira
"Give me that." My handbag falls from my grasp. I cross the floor, reach for the stupid vibrator, but he holds it out of my reach. I jump up, and he extends his arm. I leap onto the bed make a grab for it, but I’m nowhere near close to touching it. "That’s mine," I protest.
In response, he lowers the vibrator, and when I try to get a hold of it, he steps away. He brings the device to his nose again and sniffs, the way I saw him from the doorway. Goosebumps pop on my skin.
"I washed it after I last used it." I tip up my chin.
"I can still smell your cunt on it."
I gasp, "You’re filthy."
"I want to be filthier." He fixes me with that glare that has moisture rushing out from between my thighs.No, no, no. I'm not going to let our mutual chemistry get the better of me.
I walk to the other side of the bed and step down. "What are you doing here?"
"Checking to see if my wife's doing okay."
"I’m well, thank you. You can leave now."
"Not before you tell me what you’re doing with these." He glances from the instrument in his hand to my open drawer.
"You’re infringing on my privacy again," I cry.
He pauses. His shoulders seem to swell. I’m sure he’s going to tell me off, but to my surprise, he nods. "You’re right; I’m sorry."
He eyes the vibrator one last time, then slips it into the drawer with the other implements I have there. He shuts the drawer, then straightens and turns to me. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude. I came looking for you, didn’t find you, then saw the open drawer and couldn’t resist. I didn’t mean to peek, I swear."
He apologized to me? His features are set in grim lines. His lips are flattened. He seems to mean it.
One week. I haven’t seen him for a week. He's always gone when I wake up in the mornings and comes home much later than me in the evenings. At least, I think he does, because I never hear his footsteps go past the doorway of my room, no matter how late I stay up reading.
I moved out of my role as his assistant to work on setting up the childcare facilities on the second floor of the office building. I threw myself into getting it up and running. Things went smoothly, not least, because of the generous budget he allocated for the project. Turned out, he’d already organized the permits, as well as the space needed to set up the nursery.
I wanted to refuse to lead on the project, but the childcare facilities will benefit everyone, and the children deserve only the best. So, I swallowed my pride and proceeded with my plan.
Today was the first day we opened, and already, we're full, and with a waiting list. We had to turn away parents from the buildings nearby, with regret. The facilities are only for the employees of the Davenport group of companies. It's a crying shame that more companies didn’t invest in such services for their staff. It only increases productivity, as many studies have proven, but big corporations still hesitate to invest in something so essential. Not Ed, apparently. I suppose I have our interactions to thank for that. If, because of me, children can benefit, then I almost didn’t mind the fact that he was spying on me before we formally met. Almost.
"I think you should leave now." I cross my arms about my waist.
