Great. Just fucking perfect, I thought to myself as I dug through the mess of brown and white folders.If I had fought Sophie hard enough and worn something sensible I wouldn’t be struggling this hard. But now thanks to looking classy here I am drenched in sweat looking for file records in alphabetical order with my blouse clung to my skin. So far I have been able to arrange a shelf and it was looking good, that small accomplishment alone cleared some space in the room. With all the papers, folders, and boxes gone from the ground, this room might just have enough space to serve as an office. Still on my knees deep in the mess, I dug through for yet another name. I have gotten the A’s B’s and C’s arranged so far with any luck I should be done by midnight. Sarcasm.And Nolan!Wow, the man has barely made a move to see how far I have gone in putting this room to order. I originally expected him to come around every 5 seconds to check that I hadn’t flown out of the window to tell Lurane ab
My alarm buzzed beside me. I was already up though because what man can sleep with a raging boner? Bringing Chantelle within proximity under the guise of ‘keeping my enemy close' is not going well for me so far. If I have to keep getting boners like this my dick will surely fall off. The other side of the bed was empty and cold. Lurane didn’t come home last night. I ended up staying late at the office. It was 2:14 am when I finally returned home and by then Lurane was out leaving behind a huge pile of clothes and shoes on the bed. She’s most likely out partying. On the dressing table was a copy of the Pearl magazine she was ranting about through the phone. I ignored it for a nice hot bath. It was while in the shower that I thought about Chantelle again.Chantelle is trouble. Every cell in my body knows that. She’s the cancer I don’t want to be cured of. I have everything I need now; wealth, fame, and a fiancée. Bringing Chantelle back into my life is dangerous but my mouth waters for
Uhn?“What?”“Are you hungry? You must be hungry. You’ve been working for hours. You deserve a break.”“Uhm I packed my lunch. I have a sandwich in my bag.” Having a conversation with Nolan is like opening a surprise package. You never know what he’s going to say next and he seems to love throwing me off balance. From being bossy and demanding to caring about whether or not I’ve had lunch.“That’s not going to do any good…”“I’m not going to lunch with you if that’s what you’re asking.”“Let me see.”“What?”“Your lunch. You are turning down my offer of lunch for yours, I want to see.”With trembling fingers, I reached for the bag on the desk and retrieved my sodded sandwich. He snatched it and examined it with a frown before tossing it into the trashcan. “Have lunch with me.” This is trouble and I have enough of that right now to ask for more. I’m trying to protect my heart from the father of my child who really has to choose whether or not he hates me. He keeps blowing hot and cold
Nolan was already waiting by the car when I got out. The offices along the hall were locked, only a few remained open with tired, drowsy workers inside. The private park was flooded with light and since Nolan stood directly under one of them his face was partially shadowed. His green eyes watched me as I walked quickly toward him. He moved to the passenger side and held the door open for me. I averted my gaze as I slid into the seat. How ironic, he used to be the one averting his gaze, years ago, at the slightest attempt of a conversation yet here I am looking away and him staring intently at me. He closed my door and came to the driver’s side of the car. The car smelled like him, male and expensive. There was a faint musty smell too. He just settled down when he turned sharply to the right and peered into a shadowed corner of the park. I followed his gaze and noticed the dark figure standing against the wall at the other end. As Nolan backed out of the lot the figure moved into the
Nolan was quiet on the ride back to the office where I left my car but there was a charge in the air. Something electric sizzling between us. When he took his eyes off the road to glance at me I didn’t look away. How could I? He was such a mystery that I was having a hard time understanding and dinner tonight added to that mystery. If Sophia Wolffe is so sure that Nolan didn’t hire me just to keep his enemy close as he claimed then why? The question gnawed at me as I returned his stare. He looked away for the briefest moment to focus on the road but he glanced my way again and this time the heat in his eyes was smoldering. Some minutes later we pulled into the private parking lot but neither one of us opened the door to get down. We both sat in our seats waiting for the inevitable. I tried to tell myself that I was still in the process of making up my mind but my mind was already made up, I knew what I wanted, I knew what I wanted to do. “You should go home,” Nolan said softly. Both
When I was finally able to open my eyes Nolan was leaning over me watching me with gentle, soft eyes. He looked at me like I was a precious possession, a fragile crystal to be handled with care. It brought tears to my eyes. I am not fragile neither am I precious, I’m just a girl doing the very thing that was done to her years, justifying her actions by making herself believe she deserves this, this moment, this man. Nolan’s gentle fingers touched my face. “Hey,” he said quietly. “You are thinking too much.” How can he see parts of me I try so very hard to keep under wraps? Even Sophie with all her perception of me still has trouble seeing through me to my thoughts. “What changed you, Coco?” he asked softly. My pussy was still clinching deliciously from the waves of orgasm but the soft look in his eyes when he looked at me was pooling moisture between my legs again. He looked down and then raised hungry eyes to my face. “It’s only a matter of time,” he whispered. Leaning down he c
“Wow,” was the first thing Sophie said as soon as I walked through the door. “When you said you were going to be late I didn’t think you meant 2 o’clock – late. What kept you so long?”She rose from the couch and followed me into the kitchen where I went to get a cold glass of water because I am going to need that or something stronger to handle her reaction to the news I have for her. She let me down the water in peace but once I dropped the glass she wanted an explanation.“So?”“Where is Nolen?” I asked as a diversion, stalling for time so I could put my thoughts together. Even with the half-hour drive from the office I still couldn’t figure out a way to compose my thoughts. Nolan had offered to drive me home and send my car home for me but I refused his offer, not because I didn’t want it but I knew he would want to come in for a while for more lovemaking – not that I didn’t want that too, but I figured I had to prepare my best friend and my son first before letting him into our l
I checked my watch for what seemed like the 10th time since I arrived home, my home not the one I shared with Lurane. I got a stucco/ remodeled farmhouse on the West End as soon as I got into my inheritance. It was the first thing I got for myself before making my claim as the son of Simone Pierce. But after the contract, Douglas had gotten a house for Lurane and me under her name. The address I gave Chantelle was for this apartment. My heartbeat quickened at the thought of her.Last night was incredible, I never wanted it to end. It took all my willpower not to convince her to stay the night. I had suggested it but in her own words “I have something you need to know.”What could it be?The minibar in the living area was well stocked. My housekeeper, a middle-aged highly efficient woman called Betty who worked for both me and mom had cleaned the place and restocked the house with both food and wine. With any luck, I can convince Chantelle to stay the night and nights after this.The s