“Lucas, I don’t like fighting with you.”
I look down at her, those beautiful, soulful eyes staring up at me. I dreamed of this moment for months after we split. Back then, I would have begged her to come back to me. Now I just want to be as far away from her as I can.
“Goodnight, Meg. I look forward to us keeping our distance in the future.”
She lets me go as I exit the balcony and move through the house, waving farewell to various family members along the way. I reach the kitchen and hug my mother goodbye before escaping through the door as fast as I can.
Melvin eyes me warily as I get into the back of the car and has the good sense to stay quiet, just pulling away and driving back to my place.
I open the central panel and pull out the small bottle of whiskey I keep there and swig from it as we drive.Christ, how did it come to this?
The idea of spending every Christmas, New Year, and birthday with my ex and her simpering new fuck toy fills me with such fury that I could smash my fist through the window.
As the car moves through the streets, bars of light pass over my legs as I swig from the bottle and allow my rage to simmer down to a low hum.
I smirk as I consider all the ways I plan to touch Amelia tomorrow. I want her to beg me to own her, plunge my tongue into her mouth, and drive my cock so hard into her body she feels it in her throat.
I glance at my semi in exasperation.
Patience, Lucas. By 8 a.m. tomorrow, you’ll be balls deep in a woman who can never hurt you, and who will never mean anything more than a good hard fuck.
Chapter 9
Amelia
Iarrive early the next day, my new pass swiping me through reception without issue. When I reach the top floor, the place is deserted as I make my way to my desk.
The other EAs haven’t arrived yet, and I’m hoping I can spend some time this morning getting more familiar with my workload.
I put my bag down on my desk and smooth my hand over my skirt. I’m wearing the same suit as yesterday, with a different blouse underneath.
I’ll have to go shopping as soon as possible to make myself look as classy as the other women in the office. At least I have some money to pay for my clothes now, thanks to yesterday’s ‘bonus’.
I try to think calmly and positively about what the day has in store for me, but my hands are shaking as I sit down and turn on my computer. As soon as I log in, a Teams message pops up.
Crawford:Could you come to my office, please?
I draw in a long breath, glancing around. Does he have cameras or something? How did he know I was here?
I reply with a simple:On my way.
I rise, smoothing my hands over my skirt. As an afterthought, I slip off the jacket and leave it on my chair. Who knows what he might want from me today.
The more I think about the interview, the more abrupt it seemed. Surely he wants to meet me this time and actually talk before we fuck?
I walk into the office, pushing open the heavy doors which swing shut behind me with a gentle click.
Crawford is sitting on a white couch to the right. I’m amazed to see the city skyline ahead of me. That wasn’t there when I came in yesterday; the windows were completely white, like translucent glass, but now I can see for miles across New York. It’s breathtaking.
What I wouldn’t give to sit with an easel and just paint that view for hours.
I come to stand in front of him as he picks up a little remote, clicking a button, and the windows change before my eyes. The view disappears, and it’s opaque again.
“Good morning, Miss Brooks.”
He’s holding a glass of water with a perfect spherical ice cube inside.
“Morning,” I say, dragging my eyes away from the window as I realize it’s the first word I’ve actually spoken to him.
