Possessed - Part Two Page 3
“Oh, you call that hiding?” I cross my arms. “Deliberately keeping information to yourself to benefit you but not the other? I call that straight-out lying.” I take a deep breath. “But who cares, I mean, you got what you wanted, right?”
“Sam.” He frowns. “Don’t say that, it’s not at all like that.”
“Whatever. As long as I get my payment. I’ll be out of here before you know it, and you can get a new assistant again. Some new ass for you to conquer,” I sneer, cocking my head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have real work to do.”
He walks to me and grabs my arm when I’m about to open the door. “Wait. I’m not finished yet.”
“What do you want from me, Leo?” I jerk my arm free.
“First, let me apologize. I dragged you into this and it’s my fault you’re feeling this way, however—”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Leo. It won’t help.” I frown. “You … you made me believe that …”
“Believe what?” he asks, leaning in further.
“You kissed me. And then … I thought it was only for show because you kept saying that, but then you kept doing it, and somehow we ended up in bed together.”
“Uh-huh,” he says, placing his hand on the door behind me.
“We had sex, Leo. I thought you liked me. I thought it was because you genuinely wanted me.”
“Who says I don’t?” Now he places his other hand on the door, trapping me between his arms. Shit. I can’t get away now.
“Your wife came to our hotel, Leo. The real one. You used me for your own sexual pleasure.”
He winces, frowning like he’s confused. “Is that what you think this is? That I just used you for sex?”
“After all of this … How can I not think that? You’ve been using me all along.”
He bites his lip, gazing straight into my eyes with those flaring, needy, gorgeous eyes of his … and oh, God, I’m doing it again. I see only the good side while there is plenty of bad in that devilish man. Stop it, Sam!
He leans in even further, making it hard for me to breathe as I’m pushed against the door and I feel his body against mine.
“And here I thought you kind of liked what I did back there in the hotel,” he murmurs, licking his lips.
“I didn’t say that I didn’t,” I murmur, feeling his hot breath against my skin. It’s hard to keep my cool … and my resolve.
One of his hands moves to my waist and pulls me closer. “And you think my concern to pleasure you was only for my own satisfaction?” he muses with half-mast eyes.
“That’s how it feels …” I gasp when his hand moves to my ass and squeezes it.
His head moves to my ear. “Tell me how I can persuade you that your feelings aren’t correct …” he whispers.
My lips shudder and my breath comes out in hitches as he places a kiss on my neck.
“Because, contrary to what you believe, I didn’t just have sex with you because of my own horniness, Miss Webber.” He places another kiss right below my ear, causing goosebumps to scatter on my skin. “This isn’t just a one-time fling. At least, it doesn’t have to be.” His hand moves to my front, down my dress and curls underneath, crawling up my thighs. I’m having a hard time forming any coherent thoughts right now, let alone a sensible response.
“But you used me as a fake wife while you had a real one …” I whimper when his fingers brush my pussy. “I shouldn’t have said yes.”
“Why did you then?” he muses.
“Because I was afraid I’d lose my job if I didn’t.”
“I wouldn’t fire you,” he says. “How could I?” he growls, biting his lip in such a seductive way it has me all riled up. Especially when he starts rubbing my panties. Oh, God.
“So it was just an empty threat?” I ask.
“No, more a move of a desperate man.” He nips on my earlobe and sucks on it, making me moan. “You have to believe me. I didn’t want it to go the way it did.”
I shake my head. “Wait … what?” Coming to my senses, I push him off me.
“I didn’t want her to come.”
“Yes, but you just admitted that your threat to fire me was vapid. You had me sign a contract knowing it would go your way regardless.”
“Yes … well, I like to get my way.” A smirk grows on his face. “Nothing wrong with that. At least, I didn’t hear you complain when I gave it to you. And trust me, there’s much more if you only give it a try.”
I wince. I should so slap the shit out of this guy right now, and I’m so very tempted to do exactly that … if it wasn’t for the charges that’d be hanging above my head if I did. “I knew it. You used me. It was all a lie.” I turn around and open the door before I do something illegal … like smack him over the head with a plant and bury his corpse somewhere no one can find it. Maybe I’m overreacting, but sometimes a bitch just wants to kill someone. “You’re disgusting.”
“Where are you going? We were just getting started,” he says.
“Go fuck some other assistant, since you seem to care so much about fucking and so little about speaking the truth.”
“Hey … that’s not fair,” he says. “I don’t just fuck anyone.”
“Well, you screwed me over all right.”
“Wait.” He grabs my hand, but I jerk free. “I’m not done yet.”
“I am. Bye.” And then I waltz out the door as quickly as I came.
I won’t let that man seduce me. Not again.
Chapter 6
I went straight home after what he did in his office. I can’t believe I almost fell for his tricks again. Seducing me like that while he knows perfectly well what he did. I would punch him in the face if I wouldn’t end up in jail. He’s not worth the trouble.
On my laptop, I type so fast the keyboard might break. This story needs to get out of my heart and on paper as soon as possible. I’m writing as much as I can, looking up information in between, trying to make my stories as slick as possible. They’re not just about Leo King now. Oh no, I’m way past that chapter. I’m actually writing some articles so I can sell them to a magazine and hopefully land a new job.
That’s right, I’m going to quit and find something else to do. Something meaningful, somewhere far away from that prick.
I’m away from the office, even though it’s not allowed, but whatever. What’s he going to do? Fire me? Good luck.
I love writing. Heck, this has been my dream from day one—to write articles for a bustling magazine. I adore the idea of finding my own words on paper, especially when they’re read by many. Specifically when talking about relationships, traveling, or faraway countries. Yeah, that’d be nice. If I could travel the world and write about all the cultures I visited, and it’d all be at the cost of the magazine, that would be like … ugh, a dream come true.
Sadly, dreams have always just been dreams for me.
I’ve yet to pursue it. I simply didn’t have the funds to visit the classes necessary to write good articles. Heck, I didn’t even have money to pay my own rent, which is why I ended up working for Leo King. I kind of just rolled into that job because I needed the money, although the experience looks nice on my resume as well.
Now, not so much.
Which is why I’ve decided that today is the day I take up my lifelong dream again. Write until you drop dead, right? Yeah … But somehow, every time I come up with a good subject to write about, I can only think about Leo and how much I want to shove the pen I’m holding into his ass. I can’t concentrate for shit. Time to call out the big guns.
Distraction.
Good distraction.
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FROM: doritoslover@gmail.com
TO: mrawesome@hotmail.com
Hey,
How are you? I could use someone to talk to right now, but if you don’t have time, I completely understand.
Xx
S.
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ROM: mrawesome@hotmail.com
TO: doritoslover@gmail.com
I’m fine, but I think you want me to ask you that question. Reversed psychology.
Anyway, is there anything I can do to lighten up your mood? Let me guess … your boss is an asshole?
A.
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FROM: doritoslover@gmail.com
TO: mrawesome@hotmail.com
Gee, how’d you guess? LOL
Really, I want to shove my pen up his ass. And I would if I was near him. Hypothetically, of course. I hope the CIA doesn’t read this shit. Don’t want to end up in jail. Who knows what his connections are? He’s a powerful prick, after all.
Xx
S.
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FROM: mrawesome@hotmail.com
TO: doritoslover@gmail.com
How about you spend your time thinking about what I want you to do instead? That should stop your murderous thoughts. At least, from your words, I can detract you’d want to kill him. Hypothetically, of course. If the CIA is reading along, at least they know how much he’s hurt you. Don’t tell me where you bury his body, though. I don’t want to be an accomplice.
A well-meant apology for him, from me, in his place. You deserve better.
A.
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FROM: doritoslover@gmail.com
TO: mrawesome@hotmail.com
LOL. You make me laugh. Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I refuse to feel down because of him, so … bring it on! I’m ready to play ;)
… Sir.
Xx
S.
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FROM: mrawesome@hotmail.com
TO: doritoslover@gmail.com
All right … we’ll do something else today if you’re up for it.
I want you to go shopping. Buy yourself something nice. Something sexy. Lace. A little bit of black … or red. I want to see what you look like in those clothes. We’ll play when you get back home. That way you have something to look forward to.
A.
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FROM: doritoslover@gmail.com
TO: mrawesome@hotmail.com
Yes, Sir! I’m on it. Luckily, I still have his credit card so this should be fun!
Screw the rules. I’m going to make him regret giving this to me.
Xx
S.
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FROM: mrawesome@hotmail.com
TO: doritoslover@gmail.com
Hahaha, you cheeky girl. I will have to punish you for that later … that’s no way to behave. However, I will allow you to use it, only once. I will make you spank yourself for purposefully doing something bad, though.
I like it when my Princess is bad, but only in a naughty way. Not in a bitchy way.
Now go buy 1 item with that credit card. 1 item. Nothing more.
I expect you to be back in two hours. Talk to me on the app when you are.
A.
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FROM: mrawesome@hotmail.com
TO: doritoslover@gmail.com
Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, I should know better … it’s just so hard not to be bad.
I’m going shopping now. I’ll speak to you later!
Xx
S.
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I close down my laptop, grab my purse, and hurry my perky ass out of the door to do some happy shopping.
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One hour later …
It doesn’t take me long to find the perfect outfit for Mr. Awesome with both black and red in the fabric. Just thinking about putting it on and showing it off to him already gets me high from endorphins. God, what a good fuck partner can do to you. Sometimes I wish he was my boyfriend, but I guess that’s just wishful thinking.
Plus, it would be kind of weird … what if he was totally not my type? We’d never be able to get it off like we do on the phone if that was the case. Nope, what we have now is pretty good, and I don’t want to spoil it.
I’ll just have to think about what to do about this situation while enjoying a nice pumpkin spice latte. Nothing like some coffee after a shopping spree.
Right when I sit down at a table in the corner of Starbucks, I hear a couple talking quite loud, which immediately draws my attention.
Holy … shit.
Oh, my God.
It’s Leo and that woman, Marilyn.
Chapter 7
“What the …” I mutter to myself, putting down my coffee.
I listen to the conversation they’re having while trying not to be noticed.
“You had to go and ruin it,” Leo says.
“I was trying to help you,” Marilyn says.
“No, you were trying to sabotage me. Like you always do.”
“I’m not! I was trying to help you out.”
“Tsk, you call that helping? Showing up after telling me you wouldn’t?” He frowns. “You told me you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
She fake smiles. “That’s because of your choices, not mine.”
He sets his coffee cup down so hard the coffee splashes over the edges. “I didn’t choose for you to be the horrible stuck-up bitch you are.”
Holy shit. Talk about marital fights. This shit is real.
“Well, excuse me for finally giving you what you deserve.”
“Is that what you want? To hurt me?” Leo stands up. “You’ve done it, all right. You try to ruin my chances with this company. With her. You ruin everything.”
My cheeks flush. With her? Does he mean me?
He grabs his coffee cup and throws it in the trash. “I’m out of here. Talk to me when you’re ready to quit this crap.”
“Leo … we’re not done talking yet.”
“I am.” He grabs his coat and waltzes toward the door, leaving her there. While I wonder what the fuck is going on, Leo suddenly turns his head and looks straight in my direction.
The moment he sees me, his eyes widen and he freezes in place.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fucking shit.
No!
I duck, not wanting to be seen, but of course, it’s already too late for that. Ridiculous. Hiding like I’m a kid.
Instead, I grab my cup and make a run for it, out the other exit.
“Sam?” I hear him call, but I’m already well on my way running the other direction.
Oh God, I do not want to talk to him right now. It feels as if I just snooped on a very private conversation, even though it was loud and clear for everyone to hear in Starbucks. I wasn’t the only one ogling the fighting couple, but oh boy, the moment Leo saw me, shit has just fallen down on top of me.
Goddammit. Why did he have to come here, out of all places? It’s like my favorite place, and now even that is ruined.
“Sam, wait!” he yells.
I can hear his footsteps behind me. I’m not nearly as fast as he is.
I look back to see his concerned face, and all it makes me do is wish I never came here.
But then my feet bump into a pot and my face is slapped by a plant, and I’m almost tumbling over until Leo catches my hand.
“Gotcha.”
“Oh, my God,” I say, pulling myself away from him as quick as I can.
“I can explain,” he says, holding up his hands. “What you saw in there was real.”
“Jesus, can we not do this here? Please?” I ask, looking around.
“All right. I don’t want to make a scene. Let’s go sit on that bench over there and talk things out.”
“What guarantee can you give me that I’ll feel better afterward?”
He cocks his head. “I promise you will. If not, I’ll give you free rein to slap the living shit out of me.”
I want to give him a chance. I mean … if he really meant me when he said that she ruined his chance with me, maybe he does care mor
e about me than I thought. “Promise?” I say.
“Promise. She already slapped me on this cheek, so I might as well let you do the other half.”
“Leo!” I bark. “Are you kidding me?”
“I wish,” he chuckles. “She hits quite hard.”
I roll my eyes, laughing a little to myself because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. But when he sees my smile, a smirk appears on his face.
“I like it when you laugh.”
“Oh, c’mon. Keep the flattery to yourself. Let’s get this over with.”
“I meant it, though,” he says with a wink. “Your smile is like coffee. Addictive. Rich.”
“Bitter,” I add.
Now, he laughs. “No, that’s just you, and for the right reasons.”
“Hmm … tell me about it.”
“I will.”
We sit down on the bench. I place my plastic bag with the sexy outfit in my corner so he won’t snoop, and I lean as far away from him as I can. I don’t want my physical attraction for him to cloud my judgment.
“So … did she really hit you? You know that’s a criminal offense, right?”
“I called her a bitch, so I guess I deserved it.” He laughs. “I don’t mind. I’m not going to sue her over it. Sometimes you just get what you deserve.” He smirks, looking my way. “Like with you. I definitely got what I deserved from you. And I’m sorry I put you through all that.”
I sigh. “All right. I’m going to give you a chance to tell me why you lied to me, but you’d better not lie to me again, mister …” I growl.