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CHAPTER 21

Ava Gray

After giving it a lot of thought, I figured resigning was a stupid move. At the end of the day, I still needed to provide for my daughter and get my shit together. I made good money working for the Whitmores, and I’d be dumb as hell to give up the pay. I needed to continue stacking my paper, so I could buy my own place and car. I hated the feeling of starting over, but at the same time, it was liberating.

Today, I had been running around all day for Trenton and Gwen. I was so busy that I had to grab my lunch while waiting for Gwen’s clothes to be finished at the cleaners.

“Here you go, Mrs. Whitmore. I made sure everything is ready and set to go for your meeting tomorrow. I also put in the order for the flowers you requested. Do you need anything else before I head home?” I politely asked.

“No, that’s fine,” she dryly said.

“Okay, well, you enjoy the rest of your day.” I forced a smile.

I turned on my heels to walk away before she called out my name.

“Yes, ma’am?” I faced her again.

“Are you screwing Ethan?” She took a sip of her wine.

That caught me off guard.

“Um, respectfully, Mrs. Whitmore, what I do outside of this company isn’t anyone's business but my own. I don’t feel comfortable answering such personal questions.”

“Well, pardon me for asking. But I should make myself clear that it’s against the company's rules for employees to get involved with each other romantically or sexually while on the clock.”

“Who said I was doing any of that?” I asked with a slight attitude.

“Honey, it’s not like the two of you are trying to be discreet. And one can only assume that what I’m asking is true because you’re still here despite my effort of firing you. To me that says a lot. If my husband was alive, none of this would be taking place. It’s nothing against you because Ethan isn’t my son. But in this family, we like to keep our lineage pure, if you know what I mean.” She sipped her wine again.

I knew exactly what her old, botox in the face ass meant, and that shit was racist as fuck. It explained why Trenton behaved the way he did.

“Well, thank God he isn’t your son. Enjoy the rest of your day.” I walked out.

That shit just irritated the hell out of me. Leaving her office, I went back to mine, so I could make sure everything on my checklist had been checked off. My only hope was that Stephanie didn’t have anything extra for me to do, so I could go home and relax for a few hours.

As soon as I opened my office door, I was greeted by a bouquet of flowers on my desk. The beautiful mixture of red roses and sunflowers caused my lips to spread into a wide smile. My fingers lightly felt the softness of the petals as I took a sniff. I plucked the white card that was neatly placed and read the note.

Thought I’d get you something to make you smile. I hope you like it. -Ethan

I ran my fingers across the petals once more before placing the card back on the floral pick. The irritation I felt was now replaced with admiration.

“Did they make you smile?”

I jumped at the sound of his voice because I wasn’t expecting him to be standing behind me.

“Yes, they did. That was sweet of you.” I smiled. “They’re beautiful.”

“I thought you would’ve gotten them earlier. I noticed you hadn’t called to say anything, so I figured I would pull up on you.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ve been super busy. It’s been one hell of a day.” I sighed.

“Sounds like you need a stress reliever.” He closed the door and locked it.

I stood still as Ethan walked toward me. He looked so damn good today. Shit, he looked good every damn day. The way he wore his royal blue dress shirt with the top button undone. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His tattoos decorating his arms and the peek of his chest made my mouth water. So caught up in my dirty thoughts, he caught me off guard when he scooped me up to place me on the desk. I instantly grew nervous because we’d never done it in the office. Shit, I was just accused of fuckin’ on the clock, and there he was, trying to get something started.

“Relax,” he smirked. “Ain’t nobody coming in here.”

His hands glided up my legs slowly and gently. Electricity shot through me from his touch. As he rubbed on me, he lifted my dress to my hips before spreading my legs apart. Soft, sweet kisses trailed the inside of my thighs as I leaned back slightly to get comfortable. Kneeling in front of me, he pulled my heels off my feet before placing them on his shoulders. He wasted no time pulling my panties off and then diving into my goodness.