“Who is Mabel?” Zoey repeated, her eyes locked on mine, searching for answers. “That's none of your business, Zoey,” I bit out, dismissing the question with a wave of my hand.“It became my business after you began to moan her name with your fucking cock in my mouth, Steve!” she yelled, lunging to her feet.“Don't you dare raise your voice at me!” I warned her. I snapped my fingers, a hard, sharp command, gesturing for her to come back to my lap.My own stupidity was staggering. The name had slipped out, and I knew Zoey wouldn't let it go. Her interest was piqued, and she would now obsess over who Mabel was.“Come here.”She obeyed, but sat stiffly on my lap. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.“Let's finish what you came here for.”I needed to fuck her to prove to both of us that Mabel meant nothing to me.My hand slipped beneath her tight gown, rubbing her thighs. Zoey’s hand shot out immediately, grabbing mine and yanking it a
“I've missed you, Steve.” The blonde-haired girl, Zoey, whispered with lips stained bright red, her voice low and sensual as she settled onto my lap. Fifteen minutes. That’s what I’d told her. And she was here. Already. She must have jumped in her car the second I hung up. Good. I needed something fast and simple. Zoey leaned in, her breath warm against my neck, bringing her lips down to nibble on the skin just below my jawline. A shiver ran through me as her tongue, warm and wet, traced a path upwards to my ear. “Is that so, Zoey?” I managed, my voice a low rumble. She had always been good at this. She knew the game, and she played it well, never asking for more than what was offered. “Yes, Steve,” she breathed, her fingers already working at the buttons of my shirt, nimble and quick. Each button gave way with a soft click, revealing more skin. “I’ve thought of nothing but you.” Her
(Steve's pov)“Enjoy your lunch. We'll talk later.” I lied. The damn words left a bitter taste in my mouth, a flimsy cover veiling the anger churning beneath. I wanted to drag her back, to finish what we started, to make her forget that pathetic excuse for a man.I didn't give her a chance to say another word about the stupid lunch date, didn't wait for her response. Her face, half-hidden by her hair, had already hardened with defiance, and that’s what truly twisted the knife in my gut.I spun on my heel, grabbed my clothes, the casual shirt and jeans I’d discarded carelessly, now bundled in a clenched fist. I left immediately. I slammed the bedroom door behind me, a sharp, echoing thud that resonated with the fury brewing in me, boiling in my gut.The cool air of the hallway did nothing to cool me down; if anything, it seemed to fan the flames of my rising rage. I took heavy, deliberate steps as I strode towards the exit.
Steve watched me intently, urging me to talk.“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Steve.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.“We were just about to have sex, Mabel!” He raised his hands, exasperated. “Now you're going for lunch with another guy?”“Is that what this is about?” I scoffed. “Sex?”I should have known. He wasn't worried about me going to lunch with Luke. He was just annoyed we'd been interrupted.“You're not bothered that he interrupted us, Mabel?”Jerk. Asshole. Selfish prick.“No, Steve. I’m not bothered about it,” I stated calmly, my voice steady. “I already made up my mind last night.” I couldn’t and wouldn't, tumble into another chaotic relationship, especially not with my boss. Steve's jaw tightened. The flash of hurt vanished, replaced by a cold, hard glare that made me shiver despite the warmth of the room. He took a step closer, h
I thought he had left, and a pang of disappointment shot through me. But I was wrong. I knew he'd already seen every part of my body, but him seeing me like this, standing naked in my bedroom, was still deeply embarrassing. I groaned internally.Steve's eyes darkened with desire, still wearing nothing but the towel that hung loosely on his waist. He closed the door with a quiet click and began to walk towards me. I spun around, fumbling to pull my bra on. I could feel his gaze burning into my backside as he got closer, his footsteps silent, yet loud enough to tell me exactly when he stopped behind me, towering over me.Then came the cold contact of his palm on my ass cheek. He gently squeezed, then delivered a light slap that echoed through the room, making me gasp in shock. Still, I refused to turn around. I wouldn't let him see the immediate effect his touch had on me. If I gave in now, he'd probably have me right here on the dresser.As I
The question hung in the air, cold and heavy. My eyes were still wide, fixed on him, waiting for the final blow. My whole body felt numb, frozen in place. This couldn't be real. My mind was just blank, except for that one terrifying thought. My boss. Steve held my gaze, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, a slight curve touched his lips, not quite a smile, but something close. "Not exactly, no," he said, his voice calm, like we were just discussing the weather. "I don't hire or fire people, Mabel. I don't manage the day-to-day. But, yes, in a way, I suppose I am.” He didn't sound bothered. Not at all. He sounded amused. Like this whole situation, my shock, my panic, was just another thing he found interesting. He reached out, his hand gently touching my cheek. "It doesn't matter, Mabel. Does it?" he murmured, his thumb brushing my skin. "It doesn't change anything between us.” Us? My mind screamed. I don't even k