She wants to continue with this.
Or she needs to end it.
It’s best she think about it now and figure it out before things get more serious and she regrets it. I understand being with my son previously puts both of us in an awkward situation, but really, why should that matter?
Their relationship is done. He cheated on her and ruined whatever it is they had. Even if their relationship was terrible, it isn’t an excuse to cheat. And he admitted to me that she hadn’t done the same, and I can’t imagine her doing something like that had he said something different.
Why does who she dates next matter? I will never understand how some men feel the need to hold claim to someone they are no longer with. One of those stupid bro-code things, like you can’t date someone your friend dated. Why the hell not?
Regardless of my opinion on it, I get it isn’t generally accepted, and most people would not approve if they found out. Namely, my son, who has it in his head that he is going to win her back. Seraphine has told me she doesn’t want to get back together with Harrison, but I understand she is still trying to get over what happened. The only way he will understand is by Seraphine very clearly telling him.
I don’t think she’s there yet. Her confidence is growing, I see it getting stronger everyday, and today she even admitted it tome. Told me it was because of me. That makes me so proud. But I’ll feel even better when she is capable of speaking up for herself and telling my son how she feels without sugar-coating it or worrying about his feelings.
What about her feelings?
I only wish her father was still alive so she could tell him the same. Perhaps I should urge her to go to his grave and speak to him there. Or write him a letter. Though he will never know the true pain he caused her, at least she can get it off her chest.
My poor, sweet Seraphine has been through so much in just her short twenty-one years of life. Though thinking of her age should make me feel old, it doesn’t. She reminds me what it’s like to be young again. Carefree. Age is but a number.
When I get home, I shower and get into pajamas, then pull out my laptop to get some work done. I have proposals to look over, financial decisions to make, and Jonathan is requesting we get new equipment as some of what we have isout of date, as he put it.
I’m up late into the night, and only when my eyes start burning around two am, do I close my computer and head to bed.
Though I went to bed at the same time as I usually do, I wake up later than normal. My alarm is set for six am, but I’m usually getting to the office at that time. So, when it goes off, pulling me from sleep, I’m shocked. As the CEO, of course I can dowhat I want. Within reason, because I still need everyone in my company to respect me and their jobs. My office hours are listed as eight to five, so going in early each day is something I do because I enjoy the quiet time, not because it’s expected of me.
Enjoying Seraphine’s body must have tired me out yesterday.
I shower and get dressed, choosing a slate grey suit that somehow looks more blue than grey. By the time I’ve gathered my things, it’s nearly seven. I’m bound to hit traffic at this point and may not make it to the office until eight.
I pull into the lot a few minutes before eight and make my way into the lobby.
“Good morning, Mr. Caldwell,” the security guard greets. “Late start this morning.”
I nod. “So it seems.”
The elevator is stuffed full when I reach it. I get a lot of smiles and good mornings from people I pass, as of course they all know who I am.
My company only uses up five of the seventy-three floors of this building, but I do own it. Leasing the other floors is what helps keep my company afloat. Not only do I make buildings for others, but I have plenty of my own throughout the city. Most are residential, but I own some commercial ones as well.
This particular building houses quite a few law firms. A tech company takes up ten of my floors in this building. There is a call center, a health research section, and plenty of other things. I probably couldn’t even name them all. Still, most everyone who works in this building is aware I am here and knows myface. If they didn’t, pressing the button for the 73rd floor and swiping my card sure tells them something.
“There’s one more,” someone from beside me says, reaching forward to hold their hand out to stop the doors from closing. “Wouldn’t want them to be late.”
I smile when I see Seraphine hurrying onto the car, her eyes widening when she sees me. Her lips form a smile.
“Good morning, Mr. Caldwell,” she says, turning to face the doors, and putting her ass right in front of me. I shift on my feet as my dick grows hard at just the thought of her luscious ass. I didn’t get a great view of that yesterday, but I sure hope she’ll let me.
“Good morning, Miss Sinclair. How was your weekend?”
She looks up at me over her shoulder, her eyes shining with humor.
“Wonderful. How was yours?”
“Exceptional,” I answer, wanting to grab her hair, yank her head back, and kiss her silly.
“Good to hear.”
She brings her attention to face the front again, and I can just about make out the smile on her face through the reflection in the shiny metal doors.
