Everything is falling down around my ears.
If I lose this job, we won’t be able to afford Annabelle’s treatment. She could die, all because I let my temper get the better of me.
If that happens, I will never EVER forgive myself.
Chapter 26
Amelia
On Monday morning, I’m getting ready for work when I get a call on my cell from Crawford.
I stand there, staring at the screen for several seconds, terrified at what he might say.
Maybe he got sicker, and I abandoned him, and now he’s dying…
“Hello?” I say tentatively, feeling like I can barely breathe.
“When thefuckdid you send me this picture?” he says, his voice furious as I flinch.
“W—what?”
“Thephoto, Amelia. Get to my goddamn office right fucking now.” Then he hangs up.
Such a whirlwind of events has happened since I sent him the photo that I completely forgot about it. I stare at the dark phone screen after he has hung up, trying to calm my racing heartbeat.
As I get to the living room, I listen out for my mom or dad, hoping they’ve remembered they both have to be at work.
Not my problem.
I run to my car and am speeding out of the drive in under a minute. The traffic is terrible, even this early in the morning, but I finally manage to make it to the office.
It’s empty when I walk out of the elevator. It’s still not 8 a.m., and I head to my desk, nerves bubbling through me. I haven’t even set down my bag when Crawford’s door opens, and he storms toward me, looking beyond hot, with his shirt unbuttoned at the top.
He grabs my wrist as I drop my bag. My body has been aching for him since I got in the car, and the electric thrill I feel as he pulls me through the door is addictive.
It slams behind me as he pushes me up against it. He doesn’t speak, fingers curling around the hem of my skirt as he yanks it up and pushes down my panties. I kick them off over my shoes.
I’m pressed against the door as he drops his pants, and the blunt head of his dick rubs against me. I stare up at him as he stops moving, and my gaze meets his.
He pulls a condom from his pocket and rolls it down his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you against this door,” he growls as I shudder.
God, I love how he talks to me.
He spreads my legs, and pushes into me in a hard, angry thrust that is a perfect mix of pleasure and pain as I throw my head back, slamming it into the hard wood.
He hisses through his teeth at the loud bang, and I freeze, realizing that if anyone has arrived in the office, they could have heard that.
“You okay?” he asks.
I look at him, and the concern on his face while his cock is rammed halfway in my body, almost makes me laugh.
“Yeah.”
“Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Not in a bad way.”
