All Chapters of Kiss Me While He Watches: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Marshall noticed my mood over dinner and when he asked, I simply told him I was having a light headache.I didn't want to do this. What was so special about his laptop that Larson would blackmail me over? Why did I have to be stuck in the middle of this?I had contemplated telling Marshall about it but then imagined him not handling it the right way by confronting Larson or doing anything at all that'd tip Larson off.If Larson's video made its way to the internet, I'd be ruined forever. Dad would never forgive me, neither would Mom, and the company would be handed smoothly to the sister who had never been in a scandal.I would have no purpose in life, because all my life, all I'd worked for and breathed for was the company. Could whatever Marshall had in his laptop be as implicating as mine?"We should go for a swim after this," he told me, breaking into my thoughts. "You look like you could use some water."I didn't say a word. But after dinner, I changed into a red bikini, sank mys

SOLAYNEA tear rolled down my cheek as I went into the house and got the laptop. My hands kept shaking.Even until the last second when I handed it to him, a tiny voice in the back of my head kept telling me to stop and turn around.But visions of everyone watching and laughing at my video was even more horrible. Wasn't a world I could live in.So, I handed it to him, even though I knew it was going to be the second worst decision of my life. The first was ever having anything to do with the devil in front of me.He smiled pleasantly with the laptop in his hand. Until now, I didn't know I could hate someone's smile to the extent I would want to rip out their teeth."You've done very well, Solayne. If only you'd be interested, I'd have given you a good fuck over there."More tears escaped."When are you deleting the video?""Oh. Right away. You have nothing to worry about."I wiped my face."Wait!" I called out when he turned to leave. "I—I need you to do one last thing.""Like wha

SOLAYNENot even in a hundred years did I think I'd be seated in front of this woman, crying and begging for guidance.She'd been listening with that gentle, sorrowful look on her face. One leg was crossed over the other, a notebook rested on her lap, a pen balanced loosely between her fingers.I had taken my time, crying and explaining my situation to her, stumbling over words while trying to describe the disaster I had created. Though, I kept things vague, not directly mentioning who I'd offended and what my offense truly was. Even though she was a counselor and supposedly bound by confidentiality, I found it hard trusting anyone."I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore," I told her. "Because all I see is some monster who hurts someone she shouldn't have. And it kills me every hour. Makes me feel so...undeserving."She reached for the tissue box on the table, handing another one to me."I'm so sorry, love." She released a slow breath. "I understand how you feel. Regret ca

MARSHALL Friday morning.Three fucking a.m.I glanced at the clock while pacing the room, listening to the fucker on the phone giving me worthless advice.I dragged my fingers through my hair, feeling the urge to pull at my roots."You've said this for the hundredth time; it's starting to give me a headache," I snapped at the man who I knew had been working just as hard to find a solution.Although when I did call, the asshole had been sleeping, not finding a solution.He was supposed to be my top advisor. The one who went to school for situations like this.So why the fuck had he been unable to come up with something mind-blowing to counter the fucking launch coming up later today?"I'm—I'm sorry, sir. I was just trying to emphasize on—""Your suggestions are worthless. You should be working in a casino, not an office."I hung up, paced the room some more before losing the last shred of my control and throwing my phone hard against the wall with a grunt.I dragged my fingers thr

MARSHALL I grabbed her hips and she whimpered when I pulled her down onto her feet. She was definitely weak and trying to recover from the orgasm.I turned her around, pinned her down on the table, and thrust in.She welcomed me this time, the sensation hitting a different note in my brain.I paused for about five seconds, relishing in it.Fuck! This was too good. Too. Good.Snapping my teeth, I resumed my thrusts, going as fast as my body wanted. Her tired moans made it all the better.My nails dug into her hips just before I stilled, hitting my own sweet point. Little stars shattered behind my eyes as I filled her with my cum.Fuck!The orgasm hit differently. Sweetly differently.I pulled out of her after a long moment and turned her to face me. She was paperweight, seeming like she'd have fallen if I didn't have my hand around her waist. Her lids were partly closed.Her exhaustion looked charming.A new desire popped into my head, which I tried to wave off. But it was sadly i