7. Sleek Black Royce

Bella

As his arms held my waist, not so hard, but in a way that sent another jolt of electricity through me, crashing me with longings, my hip arched furiously. Demanding. My core dripped violently.

He claimed my nipples, rippling out of my net bra without permission, sucking into one, using his arms to nudge the other, pleasure loading through me, the stars and moons dancing in my sight. My breath became ragged, and my lips slightly parted, releasing those silent moans that I was sure didn't cross the walls of the office.

Satisfied, with a smirk on his lips, he parted my thighs again, this time trailing his arms right into my underpants, when a sudden, angry grunt left his lips.

I flinched, but his arms were already over the desk, reaching for his phone. It had been ringing the entire time, and I hadn’t even noticed.

His arms still stayed in my underpants as he shrugged at the screen and pulled the phone to his ear.

My hips buckled at the loss, every nerve ending needing his touch, longing for him to drop that phone and return to what he was doing to me. He lingered on his phone for what felt like an eternity, when it was only a few seconds. The fire and sparks in my body couldn’t hold on. I couldn’t wait, when suddenly he looked my way.

Something shifted. His gaze darkened, changed. Fear prickled through me, and I shifted slightly on the desk just as the knock came. The door flung open with a sudden force, revealing Lady Lilian.

“Sir, I came… Aww,” she stammered, arms flying to her mouth in a gasp that made my heart seize.

My brain cells did an automatic reset, like I had just been thrown into a maze with no light. A sting of sanity returned quickly, and I followed her gaze down my body with a sudden gasp.

My boss turned instantly to Lady Lilian,

dropping back his phone and removing his arms from my thighs.

A full-blown embarrassment washed over me. I felt like the entire floor should open up and engulf me. With Lady Lilian’s wide, accusing eyes on me, holding nothing but sheer surprise, and then that part of my heart that saw that single line, ‘You are a slut?’ in her eyes, taunted me even more.

I scrambled off the desk, barely looking up as I fumbled with my shredded top. I dashed out of the office with hurried steps, passing Lady Lilian and straight toward the elevator. My legs couldn’t move any faster.

I held the torn fabric with both arms, covering my bare skin. I never knew a set of skyblue eyes followed me into the elevator.

I couldn’t believe that on my first day, I was found smooching over my ruthless, surprisingly hot boss.

But why didn’t I have control of the situation?

The next moment, realization stirred, I was sitting in a cab, wrapping my arms over my torn clothes to shield my naked body away from other eyes. I was so ashamed of myself, even more than I was a few minutes ago.

The car driver never looked my way until he pulled over at my street, which was a relief.

I couldn’t have waited. No… that look on Lady Lilian’s face, the way she had glared like I was some cheap whore, she was clearly so disappointed. It was written all over her. A single mum who was so lost and possibly lacked some sense of value.

And my pride, dignity, and honor were all smacked into the mud on my first day.

As I dropped back home and buried my head under the pillow, my eyes closed shut, but it didn’t make any more sense.

I jerked upright, slapping my cheeks over and over again. The weight of the bills, the awareness of the moment, I had waited and prayed so much for a job, and then that desperation to do just anything to give my kids a better future, collided inside me with an intensity that pulled my nerves.

Maybe I shouldn’t have left the way I did?

I should have just returned to my office.

But, what if he called?

What if I lost control in his grip again, and then something happened?

And now… now I was so certain I had kissed that job goodbye, because with the way I left and the sudden turns, I didn’t think anyone in his right senses would call me back.

God… I had barely changed into something else, a simple crop top, but still wearing my office black pants, when a knock sounded at the door.

Curious, I glanced at the wall clock, and it was barely 10 a.m. I was surprised. Sir Philips couldn’t have returned this early.

He had taken the kids out to get some stuff, since they weren’t returning to school this week.

Something soft, warm, and soothing touched my skin as soon as I opened the door.

“Mum!” Henry squealed, hopping into my arms. His tiny body pressed against mine, and the earlier tension melted instantly.

I opened my arms wider to pull Annabella into the hug, tapping them gently and glancing behind them.

“What about Dad?” I asked, surprised.

They had left the house together, and it was only right he returned with them, since my kids clearly couldn’t have gotten home on their own.

“Mum,” Henry looked up from the hug, his tiny eyes grinning into mine. “Dad got an urgent call to return to work after he dropped us.”

Annabella snapped, biting into her snack, eyes sparkling.

Henry shot her a look. “I should be the one to answer that, not you.”

“But I did, brother,” Annabella said, chewing fast and grinning in-between.

“Whatever.” Henry looked from her to me, his slight frown, which I knew didn’t get to his tiny heart, replaced with a small smile and an innocent warmth that only children have.

“Mum… you’re back early. Didn’t you get the job?” Henry asked.

My chest tightened. My lips parted, but words caught in my throat. Before I could find the right answer, Annabella piped up.

“No! How was your first day?” she corrected cheerfully. “Mum wouldn’t be dressed all fancy if she hadn’t gotten the job. Right, Mum?”

Those tiny blue eyes beamed with certainty when they returned to me.

I chuckled softly, drawing them closer, one in each hand, rubbing their cheeks gently.

“Yeah, I got the job,” I whispered, doing a good job to keep my smile unaffected. “And you’re right, Annabella. But… always correct in love, never harshly.”

She scratched her face. “I’m sorry, Mum.”

“And?” I pressed.

She tilted her head toward Henry. “Brother, I’m sorry too.”

“You’re always welcome,” Henry replied, popping a chip into his mouth.

The sight alone made me giggle, briefly forgetting about everything else, because in moments like this, watching them in their distinct characters, nothing else mattered.

We had barely settled back inside when Henry asked,

“So Mum, that means we are going back to school, right?”

Henry’s words hit me hard, cruelly snatching the slight moment of peace. But I wouldn’t let him know that. They deserved the best.

“Yeah,” I forced a smile. “In a week’s time.”

“Yeah!” He jumped excitedly, almost spilling the chips from the pack. “Can’t wait to laugh at David’s face.”

He gave Annabella a knowing smile, and I knew they were up to something again.

“And who’s David?” I narrowed my curious gaze at my lovely, adorable kids.

“One of the kids who mocked us for being lowlifes, who couldn’t afford our fees and shouldn’t be seen in class.”

Something dangerously heavy stirred in my chest, leaving my limbs feeble, and I would have lost composure if I hadn’t held onto the armrest of the couch.

“You know that’s wrong, right?”

“Yeah, Mum. We know we aren’t lowlifes, and you, our Mum, and Daddy Philips, has given us more than we ever asked for. We can’t allow those negative words to get to us.”

They both hopped into an embrace, wrapping their tiny arms around me at the same time.

A lone tear slipped from my eye. I quickly wiped it off, forcing my heart to cherish the moment. But in my thoughts, I wrestled with the weight of realizing I had kissed my job goodbye.

We were still wrapped in an affectionate hug when a car horn blared at the entrance.

A sleek black Royce.