“Wow that’s great,” I said for the 10th time, hoping Jack whatever his name is would take the cue and leave but he continued to talk. My ears rang but I kept my face still. Jack…whatever his last name is is a friend of Douglas which translates to a friend of mine. But every once in a while I looked over his shorter frame searching the crowd for Lurane. She appeared among a throng of rich heiresses wearing a smug smile that put me on edge. She pushed Jack aside and slipped her hands around my waist, leaning in for a kiss. “Oh, Lurane Grant,” Jack stuttered. “Congratulations,” he greeted. Lurane cast him a dazzling smile. “Thank you Jack. We you talking with Nolan? I will like to take him away now. I haven’t danced with my fiancé all night.” From the corner of my eyes I saw Jack excuse himself. A slow music came on and I put my hands around her slim waist while hers did a slow climb to my shoulders and neck. She smiled coyly. “I feel so happy right now Nolan. I can’t wait to become
“This is wrong. This is a mis…we need to stop.” She dropped her leg and pushed firmly. When I finally budged her hands flew to her hair to arrange the lose strands. “Thanks for checking on me but can…can we pretend this never happened? Not because I didn’t…because you are engaged,” she said hurriedly. Fuck. That again! The thought of Lurane was enough to soften my cock. That she could even think of that at a time like this was incredible. For a moment nothing mattered but she in my arms here in this beautifully lit garden. And she just had to spoil this moment by remembering Lurane. Once again she would have called this a mistake but this time there is no lie about it, she enjoyed it, she sighed my name and rocked my fingers. “No,” I replied. She looked up at me, her soft brown eyes pleading. “What?” “I can’t forget this never happened and neither can you.” She opened her mouth to speak. “Neither can you Chantelle, not with the way you responded to my touch this time. It’s a far
BzzzzzzDazed, confused and sleepy as heck I patted my bedside table looking for my phone. Found it about to fall off the edge and brought it close enough to my face so I could see what the commotion was all about. It was a call…from Penelope. Well, looks like the blue moon rises on this side of the city on a Monday morning. What does she want?The phone vibrated nonstop in my hand until I tapped on the green icon.“Where the hell are you, Chantelle Jones?!” She yelled, her tone hard and frosty.“Uhm…at my house in my bed, why?”“Why?!” She laughed mirthlessly. “The nerve of you. Get your ass down here right now, I need to know my schedule for the day and we have a meeting with…”What is she doing? I asked myself as I stared at the screen. Slightly irritated at the sound of her voice especially since I was rudely awaken by her call I interrupted. “You fired me, Penelope.”She paused in her rants. Did she forget? “I did? Oh, serves you right. Good luck finding a better job out there,”
Great. Just fucking perfect, I thought to myself digging 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 secs to see check that I haven’t flown out of the window to tell Lurane a
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