Chapter 22

The door to my office swung open suddenly, and I looked up in surprise to see Caleb standing there. He looked so disarming with his dirty blond hair slicked back effortlessly, framing his handsome face.

Lisa followed closely behind him. She looked worried. “I’m sorry, Lady Boss. He’s so persistent to see you.” Behind her, Kath and Lilibeth watched with curiosity, both nudging each other’s shoulders, grinning.

And how many times did I tell them not to call me that name?

“It’s okay, Lisa.”

“Are you sure? He was here the last time, but you were...”

I smiled, shaking my head. “I know him, so if you please...”

She looked at Caleb once again, and I saw how she almost flinched at Caleb’s cold eyes at her.

“If you say so,” she said and closed the door behind her.

“Don’t give my employees that look,” I said, glaring at him.

“Look. What look?”

“You know what I mean.”

He scoffed. “You’ve got a strong-willed employee here. Won’t let me see you.”

“That’s why I chose her.”

“What did he say?”

I was taken aback by the sudden change in his tone. So, he knew his father was here.

“Mr. Page was just here to talk.”

“What did he want?” his tone was guarded.

“He... he just wanted to discuss some things. He was here to talk about... us,” I admitted.

His expression darkened, his fists clenched at his sides. He looked angry.

“Caleb,”

“Did he say something?”

“He told me everything that I already knew about. I supposed, but you never once mentioned that you didn’t want to take over the business.”

“You left, remember?”

I sucked in a breath at his mocking tone. “I left because I thought it was for the best,”

His jaw tightened. “The best. How do you know it’s the best for me?”

“Caleb...Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, trying to take the focus away from his question.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to burden you with it. I thought I could handle it on my own. I asked my brother and Pop to give me a month to persuade you to have a simple life with me. And if I succeeded, they’d give me my freedom to leave Amethyst. If I failed, I would run the business. But you didn’t give me a chance to figure it out,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “You just left without even talking to me.”

I remembered he mentioned it a month back then. Had he been telling me about it? Or I was just too stupid not to realize it.

Now, his father was elated to have his sons run the business. And having me in the picture again might change Caleb’s decision. But he didn’t have to.

“I’m sorry,” I said, biting my lip. “I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, but I see now that I was wrong.”

“Do you have any idea what we went through after you left?” His eyes flashed with hurt and anger. “We were devastated, Sasha. We didn’t know where you were or if you were even safe.”

Tears welled up in my eyes. “I never meant to hurt you or Carl,” I whispered, feeling like a heavy rock settle in my chest. “I just... I thought it would be easier for everyone if I left.”

“Easier?” he scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Nothing about this has been easy, Sasha. We have been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.”

“I’m very sorry, Caleb. Please...I’m here now. I want...” I cast my eyes down. I would be very selfish, but I couldn’t let him go. He’s mine. “I want you back...whatever it takes...”

“Why? Because my father told you to?” he asked, angry.

“No! He didn’t tell me to. I’m here because I realized how much I’ve hurt both of you, and I can’t...”

bear to be without you any longer. I had spent years regretting my decision, wishing I could go back and make things right. Please, Caleb, give me another chance. I’ll do anything to make things right between us.

Do I even have the right to say that? Can I really have more time with him?

How about that woman? She won’t let me steal a moment with him.

Does she know everything about Caleb? His father should have known about it. If he had known, he wouldn't have needed to meet me.

“You want to ease the pain you have caused me for all these years.” I met his amber eyes that darkened in the shade. His lips thinned.

I nodded as I watched him walk to me without breaking our eye contact. My heart heaved with so many emotions. He was difficult to read.

Standing so close to me, he reached for my cheek, his touch gentle yet heavy with heat. I held my breath, my entire being focused on the electrifying sensation of his fingertips against my skin. I had to crane my neck slightly to meet his eyes, the closeness between us made my stomach flutter with excitement.

“You can start with easing the pain I’m feeling right now. Down here.” He pressed himself against me, making me gasp. He was hard.

My breath caught in my throat. His touch was electric, igniting my desire for him. “Caleb, we can’t,” I protested weakly. “We’re in my office...”

But even as the words left my lips, I knew they held little weight. The desire that coursed through my veins was undeniable, overpowering any sense of reason or restraint. His closeness was intoxicating. I felt like a moth to a flame.

“What’s stopping you?” he whispered. He cupped my pussy through my jeans.

I moaned, unable to form a coherent answer. “Office,” I finally managed to gasp.

In one swift movement, he lifted me up and sat me on my desk, his mouth covering mine in a fierce kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

“I don’t care that we are in your office or that someone can walk in at any moment. I want to be inside you.” He growled, “I fucking hate it when you wear jeans.” He pulled down my jeans and panties in one go.

His thumb found my clit, and I moaned. “Caleb,” I was panting. My body was on fire. I want more...more.

I arched my back, wanting more of his touch. I could feel my juices coating his fingers and it seemed to turn him on more.

“You’re so wet for me,” he whispered in my ear. I wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss while his other hand was pumping into me. He drank my moans, delving his tongue inside my mouth. He just had a coffee. I could taste it.

He positioned himself at my entrance and slid into me in one smooth motion, making me gasp breathlessly against his mouth.

I could feel how hard he was inside me, my walls clamping around him as his pace quickened, rocking us back and forth. The desk complained, but I could only care less. Every thrust hit that spot that made me see stars.

Finding my breast, he lavished them with attention without unhooking my bra, teasing and sucking until I was writhing beneath him. I moaned around and tangled my fingers in his hair.

The sound of our body slapping was so loud to my sensitive ears. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, my walls clenching around him. He set a relentless pace that had me gripping the side of the desk and crying out his name.

“Caleb,” I gasped. I was so close.

“Forgetting something?” he growled, his thrust slowed down.

“Oh, please, I want it harder. I’m so close.”

“Harder what?” he husked against my ear.

“Harder, Daddy,” I exclaimed in a whispered, broken gasp, looking into his darkened amber eyes.

His chest broadened as he took a deep breath, growling as he picked up his relentless speed.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes! Ahh! Ahh!” It felt so good. I was losing oxygen in my brain.

“Fuck!”

I felt him growing thicker inside me, creating more delicious sensations. Meeting his thrust, I gasped. I felt him so deep inside me. He gripped my legs wider and watched where our bodies connected. And when his fingers drummed my clit and his thrust deepened, my body went rigid with pleasure.

"I'm coming!"

"Shit!"

We both came undone, my body shaking in pleasure as I felt his seeds coating my wall hot and white.

He held onto me tightly as we came down from our high, still trying to catch our breath. “So, what’s stopping you now?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

I giggled, “Nothing, obviously.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but this time it was slow and sweet. “I’m pulling out.”

I winced as he did so.

He took out his handkerchief and spread my legs, watching his essence leaking out of me. “Beautiful pussy.”

“Cal,” he inserted two fingers and kneaded my walls.

“I can watch you all day.”

“Stop it. I have to clean myself. Oh, Caleb,” I gasped. My eyes widened in horror as I noticed the bright red smudge on his shirt. “Your white shirt. It’s stained with my lipstick.” His hair was messy too.

He glanced down at his shirt. “Well, looks like I’ll be wearing your lipstick for the rest of the day,” he said with a chuckle, his fingers lightly tracing the stain.

I blushed at the sight. His fingers were coated with our juices.

“I’m so sorry,”

He waved off my apology with a grin. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a shirt,”