Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah
Copyrighted © 2014
C.M. Steele
Contents
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:
Chapter 21:
Chapter 22:
Chapter 23:
Epilogue:
Chapter 1:
“What the fuck is this, Sarah?” Oh lord, the prick got to my desk before I did. This was my third day here and so far, every damn day, Jason sent me something, trying to get me to forgive him for fucking one of my friends. He had the nerve to blame me for not putting out anymore. Well, I didn’t give a shit. If I wanted him, I would have him. Jason’s cheating hadn’t even bothered me, and it was the strangest thing, because up until my aunt’s sixtieth birthday party, I was ready to marry him. Now all I wanted him to do was leave me alone.
“What does it look like, Mr. Vitale? It’s flowers.” God, I wanted to spank her ass for such a smart fucking mouth. This month is going to be hell if she doesn’t lose this prick soon. She said my name in that snotty tone that makes me want to pin her ass to her desk and ride her into submission.
“It’s Michael, Sarah. How many times do I have to say it? And it would be great for you to remember I am the boss here and your ass should have some respect. Who are they from? No, never mind, they must be from your fiancé.” She looked down at her desk to hide the fact that she rolled her eyes at me, brat. I have waited for a chance to speak to her, to see her daily, and all I have been getting is shit from her. Granted she is one hell of an assistant, but she can’t stand me and it is starting to wear on me. I have wanted her since I saw her at her aunt’s party and the feeling hasn’t gone away. I couldn’t even look at another woman and little ol’ Sarah here has a fiancé. Well, I hadn’t heard that it was official yet, but I distinctly remember the fuck talking about waiting for her to finish school to get engaged. I didn’t see a ring on her finger, so I am assuming she has yet to say yes, or the bastard was just trying to piss me off that day.
I walked back to my office and slammed the door. I was not in the mood to even speak civilized to people when I thought about them together. She was the one I had been taking out my frustration on, and I knew that was not helping my cause for shit, but hell if I could help it. I haven’t had sex in almost two fucking years, and it wasn’t until six months ago that I actually started to care. I wanted to nail her the first time we met and the need didn’t get any better. I wanted to go at her ass every time I saw her, and she had a killer ass that called to me to squeeze and tap it. Hell, it called to every fucking man in the vicinity. I swear, I almost fired like eight fuckers this week. If I didn’t need their asses, they would have been out, no joke. I remember the day I’d first seen my tormentor.
Thank god he went back into his office. I wanted to launch the vase at his handsome, jackass self. Ever since we met, the man had created a reaction in me. Mostly a pissed off one, the other emotions I will not even go into. I thought I had all my shit figured out until I met captain asshat. Michael Vitale thought he was god’s gift to women and a complete know it all. He was one of those guys who had it all and yet it was never enough. The first time I met him, I wanted to punch him in the head and pull the bimbo on his arm by her hair and toss her out of my aunt’s house on her head. I have three and a half long weeks left of working with the ogre. He was fine when my aunt was here, but the first day she was on her vacation, he turned into an absolute prick. The day was almost over and I was on my way back from having lunch with Stacy, my best friend since freshman year in college, when I saw the florist delivery dude leaving. I knew they were for me since Jason had used that florist many times over our three years together. Now Michael had a problem with the flowers. He said he didn’t like the disruption in the office when staff, especially new ones, started receiving gifts, but I think it had to do with the fact that he just didn’t like Jason. They hadn’t liked each other since they met at my aunt’s party and I wondered what was behind it. I know both of them rubbed me wrong at the party.
Chapter 2:
“Before we go out tonight, I want to stop by my assistant’s house. Today is her birthday and she is having a party. We won’t stay long, but I want to pop in. She means a great deal to me.” I rolled my eyes as I rang the doorbell. I was already annoyed with my date for the evening. She had too much perfume on and when I asked about it, she told me it was the latest from Chanel. I hated women who wore too much perfume.
“Fine. But you are taking me somewhere nice afterward, right?” She said worriedly, pouting the whole time, god I fucked up on this one. I would have been better off going alone.
“Of course. You think I am going to take my date to a boring birthday party for my assistant?” I said just as the door opened
Heaven help me. The woman who answered the door was an extremely beautiful and angry goddess. I had never seen someone so attractive. Instantly I was fighting a massive erection. Fuck, not good, didn’t want to give the airhead the idea that this was for her.
“Welcome to the boring party. You must be Mr. Vitale and you brought your Barbie doll, so cute. I will tell my aunt you have arrived. She was hoping you would show.” The fire that burned in her green eyes as she glared at me had my boy standing eagerly, waiting to be petted. I hadn’t had that feeling in forever. The dark haired beauty turned from me pissed to no end, and I hoped I could fix it later. Damn, how I wish I could bite my own tongue. What a fucking idiot! She walked away from us in search of her aunt, or to get away from us. I wasn’t sure, but fuck, watching her walk away was a delight, too.
I opened the door to find the most handsome man I had ever seen, only to catch his slight to my aunt. Did all men that looked like him truly have to be assholes? My aunt had always spoken so highly of him, but I think her opinion of him is clouded by the motherly love she feels towards him. My aunt said the man was gorgeous, but that was an understatement. He was well over six feet tall with jet black hair and piercing gray eyes. His suit clung to his body like it was made just for him and it probably was, the arrogant prick. Always doing good deeds, I didn’t buy that shit for nothing. He probably just did them to get a benefit in tax breaks or to look good to his clients. Jackass.
“Welcome, Michael!” shouted a giddy woman who looked a lot like my personal assistant. “Madeline, Happy Birthday! Have you been drinking?” I had never seen my straight laced PA as anything other than motherly and professional. The woman was a powerhouse in the office and lately a bit of a nag, but I have never seen her so carefree. I gave my mother’s newest ally a peck on the cheek.
“Just a bit…It’s only once a girl turns sixty. Ah, who is this lovely lady you brought along?” She said as she eyed the woman suspiciously. She had plans on him meeting her daughters or perhaps her niece. “This is my date, Brandi. Brandi, this is my normally demure PA, Mrs. Madeline Cain.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” I looked at Michael’s date and it was no wonder why Sarah was bent out of shape. I never thought Michael would bring a tart to my party. He must be desperate to avoid me setting him up again. The last time was a disaster and a half, but I had better choices for him. Both of my daughters were available and here for my birthday from sch
ool. Then there was my niece that could use a man like Michael. I told the girls that he was single and a good guy. Sarah was not ‘single’ but she should be. Her boyfriend, who invited himself, was a total spoiled ass, rich boy living off his parents’ success. I never liked him and thought Sarah could do a hell of a lot better than some twerp. I had mentioned my niece to Michael before, only in passing, but he had suggested if she needed the experience, she could be brought on in some capacity at his company. I was hoping that if they weren’t attracted to each other, that at least maybe he could hire her.
“So, are there any drinks with liquor in them?” I needed one to get through this first stop off. I can’t believe he would bring me here. Was this some sort of test? I have wanted Michael Vitale for a while. I had been looking up a list of potential candidates for my sugar daddy when I spotted him. He was young, handsome, and single and was not ready to be tied down and didn’t date much. I was so happy when he asked me to go on a date with him. Once we were married, though, he would not be attending some lame employee birthday party, I’d see to that.
“Yes, the drinks are over at that table. Help yourself.” I hadn’t liked the bimbo from the moment she walked in my door, and I was not going to cater to her needs. We were very laid back here, so it was self-service, for the most part. I laughed as I watched Michael completely ignore her.
I had been thinking about the angry vixen that I completely zoned out Brandi and Madeline’s conversation. It wasn’t until Brandi huffed away that I returned from where my mind took me.
“Nice try, but it’s not going to stop me.” Madeline didn’t know when to quit.
“I am sorry, what were you saying? Did I miss something?”
“Yes, Michael, your date is upset that you didn’t offer to get her a drink. What’s on your mind?” I wondered what had Michael lost in thought. Although I did have an idea. He was looking at the place where Sarah had disappeared into the crowd. Was he interested in her?
“She’ll get over it. Nothing, I was just wondering how many people are here? It looks like you are very popular. Are these people all family, or are there a lot of friends?”
“Mostly friends, my family is not that large. You did meet my niece, Sarah, at the door. Although something pissed her off.”
“She overheard what I said and didn’t mean, but…” Brandi walked up before I could finish. I’ll apologize to Maddie later. I didn’t owe Sarah an explanation or an apology, but for some reason I wanted to find her and give her one, plus something else. I better calm him down before they all could tell what was on my mind.
I spent the rest of the hour looking for my missing angry vixen. Brandi was at her breaking point. Despite the fact that I was here with a date, it didn’t stop my PA from introducing me to a whole caravan of possible Mrs. Vitales. I didn’t care to meet any of them. I was looking for my missing girl. She hadn’t formally introduced her to me, but I remembered her talking about her before. Damn, had I known this is the Sarah, she was trying to have me meet before, I would have jumped on that shit years ago. I missed out big time. “Mikey, this is stupid. If I have to meet one more woman your assistant is trying to pawn off on you, I am going to scream.”
“Calm yourself down. I don’t need your shit right now. Behave.” I wanted to tell her to get gone, but I couldn’t be a total prick. But if she wanted to leave, I wouldn’t stop her stupid ass.
“I am sorry. Aren’t we supposed to go on our date now? I have an early photo shoot tomorrow.” Brandi hadn’t realized she shot herself in the foot with that one. Good, now I have an excuse for not stopping in tonight when I drop her off.
“That’s fine, we will be leaving soon. I will take you to dinner and get you home in time to get your beauty sleep.”
“She needs it.” I swore that is what I heard from the voice that had been haunting me this last hour. When I turned to see who it was with the nasty comment, I was pleasantly surprised to see her again. It was then I saw the fuck that wanted his arm torn off with it around her waist, then sliding it down her ass. He noticed where my eyes went and decided to stake his claim. Fucking prick! If I was who I was before, he would be a dead fucker already, but I was raised to act like I had some class.
“Michael, this is my niece, Sarah Owen. Sarah, this is Michael Vitale and his date Barbie, although I believe you met at the door.” Madeline had purposefully messed up Brandi’s name and I didn’t correct her. I didn’t care if she was my date or not. I regretted bringing her already.
“You’re Madeline’s boss, right? I am Jason Andrews, Sarah’s boyfriend.” I wasn’t shaking that fucker’s hand. I kept staring at Sarah with a million thoughts racing through my mind, but all I could get out was, “You have a boyfriend?”
“Yes, she does.” Jason was looking at the jackass, who was staring at me, like he was going to kick his ass, but Mr. Vitale hadn’t taken his eyes from me.
I watched the scene and hadn’t liked it one bit. Jason was acting like I meant something to him when just a little while ago he threatened to dump me because I was getting, as he put it, “too heavy.” What a prick.
“Mr. Vitale, I thought you said you were leaving this boring party?” I had been upset by his comment and had thrown it in his face. I didn’t know why I had been so offended. He hadn’t said that in public, but he had said it to his tramp. Something about her made me want to punch her in the face and rip her pretty fake blonde hair out.
“Jason’s girlfriend is right, we should be leaving. We have a date. It was a pleasure to meet you, Madeline. Nice to meet you, Jason.” She purred at the jackass. Well, it would be great if he took her up on her flirting. It would leave Sarah to me.
“So, you are the one I have heard a lot about. Your aunt here tells me you are getting your MBA. Sarah, when you finish school, please come see me. I can get you a job.” I looked at Jason and glared. I wanted her for more than her business acumen. I wanted her to grace my sheets with her sexy naked curves.
“If she wants a job, my father will give her one, but once she’s my wife, she won’t have to work.” Jason had gone too far, both Sarah and Michael wanted to kick his cocky ass.
“The both of you need to know that I am capable of finding my own job, so drop it.” Did I look like a helpless charity case or was he trying to make up for his insult? Between his words earlier and the unknown reaction I was having to Captain Arrogant here, I don’t want to marry Jason anymore. There was something about Jason that I just noticed was seriously lacking. Had he always been a douche or am I just seeing him clearly now? Stacy and Aunt Madeline always told me to lose him, but I didn’t. It was just because I had grown comfortable and hadn’t needed to work at the relationship that I hadn’t left already.
“You two are getting married? Aren’t you a bit too young to be getting married to your high school boyfriend?” Holy fuck, I might just strangle this asshole. Who the hell did he think he was?
“Gramps, I am twenty-four years old, so I am old enough to make my own decisions. Aren’t you a little too old to be a bachelor?”
“Gramps! I am only thirty-three, little girl, and maybe I haven’t found the right woman to marry.” So he is young, handsome, successful and dating a bimbo, so typical. I don’t know why his dating preference bothered me, but it did.
“I don’t have time for someone who dates sticks with too much perfume and makeup to give me a lecture on marriage. Excuse me.” Fucking asshole. Really, what a jerk. I left the group and let them talk. I had enough. I went into the kitchen to see if my cousin, Kate, needed any help. I stayed away from the party until my aunt told me he left.
“Brandi, we are leaving. I will see you in the office on Monday.” I kissed Madeline on the cheek and left. There was a riot of emotions filling up my chest. When that fuck said they were getting married, all I thought about was punching him and carrying sexy Sarah out of here over my shoulder, caveman style, because that is what that girl was doing to me.
“Michael, what has gotten i
nto you? We were supposed to be on a date and you hit on the poor fat girl.”
“She is not fat. She is sexy as hell and, Brandi, I am sorry but this isn’t going to work. I will take you to dinner if you like, but that is going to be it.”
“I can’t believe this. You are going to let this go?” Pointing to her body like it was some fucking treasure. “She has a boyfriend and is nothing compared to me.” She screeched out as she stomped to the car. All she was doing was showing me that she was not worth the effort of a roll in the sack.
“Brandi, please act like an adult. Do you still want to go out to dinner?” I was hoping to high hell that she would say hell no, but nope, I was not that fortunate. This day was getting worse and worse by the moment.
I took her to dinner and the whole time she tried to convince me that we were meant to be. By the end of the night, I had a pounding headache from putting up with Brandi and thinking about Sarah and her boy fucking each other. She is going to be mine. I just need a game plan.
Chapter 3:
“Aunt, I can’t wait until you come back.” I just had an argument with the boss because Jason called. What the hell? I know they allow personal calls here. The one lady with the four kids gets calls from the babysitter and her husband at least twice a day. I have been nothing but a model employee to the jackass ogre, but he acts like I am the queen of the slackers. Well, actually not all the time, only when I get a call or gift from Jason.
“Sweetheart, it has only been two weeks since I left. He can’t really be that bad. Can he?”
“Aunt, everything I do seems to piss him off. I spend hours after work working harder than I should, only for him to act like my work is just okay.” He had been avoiding me often these last few days, deciding that I wasn’t needed at his meetings. And just this morning, he took his VP’s assistant to a meeting to take notes.
“You need to just stick it out. It will be great for your résumé.” After we hung up, I took a shower and headed off to bed. It was Friday night and I could be out with Stacy, but nope, I chose to stay in. I was just too tired. I had worked about sixty hours this week and mostly alone. I swear he was punishing me for having a conversation with Chad, the resident software engineer. After that, all my projects were tedious and solo ones, the damn ogre.
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