“Oh man…you. Are.Fucked!” He’s already bent over laughing, or I would sucker punch the fool. “You went andfell in lovewith a socialite!”
“I didn’t fucking fall in love with her, you idiot.”
“Oh sure…that’swhy you can’t take your eyes off her at your engagement party. I don’t care how much of a bitch your fiancée is; if your dad saw you looking at her like that, he would skin you both. You’re lucky he hasn’t figured out who she is yet.”
“Goddammit, Carter…why do you have to be right?” I give my goddess one last look before bracing myself. “Let’s get this night over with.”
Chapter nineteen
“And of course, next spring, we’ll go to Banff as always. I hope you’ll change your mind and join us, dear. Even if it’s last minute, we’ll always have room for you.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll keep that in mind. You never know, maybe work will ease up, and I’ll be able to join you. I hate planning that far in advance.”
She moves her attention to the conversation Dad is having with Pam and Charlie, and I’ve never been so thankful that my cousin has been around more. Since the night of the Taranov-Sinclair engagement extravaganza, when we ended up in two hotel rooms, each with one-half of a married couple, swapping in the morning, he’s been making it a point to check in on me.
I alsothinkhe and Pam might have something going on, although either they fuck quieter than anyone I’ve ever heard or I sleep more deeply than I thought.Or someone’s drugging me to sleep…
It’s impossible to stop the wistful sigh that escapes, but only Pam notices, giving me a half smile across the table. She’s heard all my confusing feelings, especially as I’ve gone back to work,doing my best to ignore Henry. My feelings don’t make sense, even to me, and I think I mostly miss the sex. God knows I can’t miss the asshole himself. This must just be the little melancholy mood that comes with having a scorching-hot affair that ends before you expected it to.
Dates I’ve been on since the party have fallen flat, although one man showed promise in the bedroom and had a friend eager to join. One of them dropped me off at work yesterday morning just as Henry was walking in. He opened the door and said, “Good morning, Miss Bedford.” Hopefully, the tension is easing, and before long, we’ll forget our little tryst ever existed.
“Miss Bedford? Mr. Sinclair asked you to join him in his office. He said the door will be shut, but please open it and go right in as soon as you arrive.”
Hmm.Definitely not how I expected my day to end. Everyone else has left, and the main desk staff are packing up their things…He must want me alone. Before any hint of nerves can show, I make my way to Henry's office and let myself in.
“There she is.That'sthe good girl I've been waiting for. Doing exactly what I told you to do.”
He's staring right at me, gray eyes I've pretended not to miss, giving me the attention I crave. Hands splayed wide on the desk, he leans heavily forward, dress shirt askew with the top three buttons undone.Fuck, he looks wrecked.The heat radiating from him makes me want to ride him into oblivion…
“Mmph!”
A garbled exclamation from under the desk pulls into sharp focus exactly what I'm looking at, moments before Henry throws his head back in a satisfied groan.
“Goddamn, baby. What a good little cocksucker you are.Toogood. Get up here before I blow in your mouth. I want to destroy that little cunt.”
The sharp pain I remember from the party doesn't return, nor does the terrible ache. Instead, an entirely new sensation fires across every nerve in my body. I'm hyperaware of every goose bump, every breath into my lungs, every beat of my heart.
Not necessarily that he's fucking someone else because I haven't been celibate. Plus, she sounds hot, at least from the little kittenish noises she's making as he thrusts a few more times into her mouth.
No, thisrage,thisdisbelief, is at this asshole deciding to call me in here to what? Power play me? For moving on after being blindsided that I'd been fucking an engaged man?
The woman finally stands up, dragging her bright blue nails up Henry's trousers as she does, before arching her back and facing forward. As Henry puts on a condom, she finally notices me, and—
“Blanche! Hello, my dear, it's so, unghh. Nice to see you.”
Fucking Christine, so polite she barely moaned when Henry put his cock in her, just to finish greeting me. Her eyes roll back into her head as Henry reaches forward to put three fingers deep into her mouth, causing her to gag and drool on the desk.
“You aren’t here to make small talk withthe help, bitch. Shut. Up.”
His thrusts are relentless, and my brain is finally catching back up to the situation after the shock of Henry fucking a woman whose pussy I was eating not long ago, when he looks at me and smirks.
Thismotherfucker,who fucked me without the decency to ask if I had a problem being the other woman, which I always do, is smirking and holding my gaze. If I thought I felt pain at his engagement party, all I can feel now is rage. Instead of the dull ache in the pit of my stomach, an electric coil winds up my spine, sparking and sputtering andbeggingme to destroy something.
He bends Christine’s knee onto the desk, throwing his head back and groaning dramatically at the deeper angle. It’s obvious this performance is for me, and I can’t even hear her pussy from across the room, so she must not be very wet. His motivations don’t make me any less mad, though, and I have to fight through the haze threatening to consume me to try to plot my revenge.
He’s gone too far in disrespecting me this time.I’ll humiliate him, request a transfer with HR, and wash my hands of this entire sordid affair. The dull, aching sensation returns at the thought of never seeing him again, but it’s immediately snuffed out by the tidal wave of rage still seeping into every cell of my body.
After a relatively quiet, uninspired fucking, during which I’m positive Christine didn’t come, Henry pulls out to rip off the condom and come on her ass. With a quick dismissal, she’s wrapped in her trench coat and telling me wemustmeet for brunch soon before tittering out of the office. It’s just Henry and me now. He lights a cigarette before sitting down heavily in his leather chair, still mostly dressed, with his half-hard cock flopped out of the placket of his trousers.
