by Nikki Bella
“You’re not even paying attention to what I am saying are you?” she asked with hand on her hip.
“Huh?” I asked caught off guard with her question.
With the smile that had mesmerized me since the first day, she walked over the sofa where I was sitting and settled, on the edge of the wooden coffee table where the remains of my sandwich were still lying.
“I said”, she said moving in closer, “were you paying attention to anything I was even saying?” she said while moving her hand to the zipper of my pants.
“If I wasn’t a minute ago I most certainly am now”, I say as she unzips my pants.
“Got room for dessert?” she asked and without waiting for an answer went about what she had obviously been waiting to do.
“What is it about you, Alexis Strope, that draws me in like this?”
She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, I made sure she could taste my lips on hers. She kissed me back fiercely and I knotted my fingers in her hair while my other hand travelled down her back slowly.
She arched it involuntarily and she kissed me harder. Before she could react, both my hands were on her ass and I hoisted her up, moving backwards, I pushed her onto the desk and she wrapped her legs around me as we continued to kiss fiercely. I pulled away suddenly and she cried out, “Don’t stop, please.” I grinned at her and said, “Oh, I don’t plan on it.”
Before I could off with Alexis, my phone rang reminding me that the day was not over and that I still had plenty of meetings till the end of business day.
Alexis sensing that came up and pulled herself together. She pushed me away and slid off the desk where I had placed her. She straightened her clothes and her hair, and turned around to check her reflection in the mirror on the side of my office wall. “Oh my God,” she whispered, as she glanced at the lipstick smeared all over her mouth. I chuckled softly as I wiped off the lipstick I had managed to get on mine.
“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny!” she cried as she pulled a tissue out of the little box near the mirror, “Oh my God, if Mrs. Stroman finds out she’ll fire me.” She bent over the desk to scrutinize her refection in the mirror as she hastily fixed her makeup, and I stepped back to admire that generous ass of hers.
I could see that she was panicking though and I said, in as calm a voice as I could muster up, “Don’t worry, you look great. In fact, you look amazing.” She stopped scrubbing her lips and threw a glance at me in the mirror, and for a brief moment our eyes met, before she straightened up and said, “I can’t lose this job.” I shook my head and said, “You won’t- I’m the boss remember?”
“I need to see you tonight”, she said, like a woman who was used to getting her way around.
I nod, still reeling from the post lunch adventures and started planning for the night.
Chapter 29
Alexis
It had been a few weeks in, since Dunlow and I had started seeing each other.
Seeing each other might be too strong a word for where we stood at the moment.
All we did was have incredible sex whenever we got a chance, with his office after hours being one of our favorite places to do, long after the offices of Dunlow Enterprises had emptied and people had gone home for the day.
Despite trying to keep it low profile, it became habitual for us to run into each other at clubs and bar, the least expected places which usually ended with both of us either making out in the backseat of his car, while his driver drove us around the silent streets of New York or his penthouse apartment.
Not once I had invited him over. I was not ready for him to see this side of me, at least not yet.
With my probation period over and permanent job in sight, I was a wee bit more relaxed.
Sleeping around with my boss had not been one of my top things to at a new job, but who was I to deny the man, that every girl in New York wanted to sleep with.
TMZ was having a field day for the past few weeks about “billionaire and play boy. Nate Dunlow and his latest fling”, with just no one seeming to figure out who the mysterious auburn haired lady he had been seen leaving the club with twice was.
I had known better then to show my show whenever I walked out of a place with Dunlow and so far had managed to keep a low profile.
But with us meeting every other day or running into some place, it was getting harder and more impossible to shield myself.
I am not going to be one of your flings Nathaniel Dunlow, for far too long, boys have used me up as an excuse. Not this time around.
Back at home, all Jess could talk about and wanted to know the details of how each of my encounters had been.
Each late night was met with her famous “someone has been naughty” grin and a plate of my favorite chocolate chip pancakes.
Way to bribe me Jess.
Another upcoming event that had Jess all excited was the Mayor’s ball.
The Met Gala of the political world as it was known for in New York. Everybody important from the entertainment to the business industry was a part of this event and with fall approaching fast, so was the event.
Normally Jess and I would spend, the next day after the ball looking up the red carpet pictures of the women and their thousand dollars gowns and hair and makeup, this time around the situation was a little way of the track.
The Grill House where Ashley worked was owned by the very same man who owned the place where the Mayor’s ball was going to be held this week.
Naturally, the Grill House was responsible for the food and Ashley was a huge part of it and Jess was automatically invited.
All she could talk about was what to wear even though she had never really cared much for looking nice, a slap of lipstick and some mascara was her go to look.
This time around she was going in, all the way.
“So I think I have found the perfect look for the ball,” Jess’s voice broke me from my train of thoughts.
“Let’s see what Jess is going to dazzle the high and mighty of New York with”, I said hoping it was really something she was going to dazzle me with.
“Ta da”, she said holding up a simple yet, stylish pant suit.
“Isn’t this kind of like what Angelina Jolie wore to one of her movie premiers or something?” I asked, looking at the familiar suit in Jess’s hand.
“Yup, original YSL, Rick’s sister works in one of those fancy boutiques uptown, got me this on her employees discount,” she said obviously proud of her purchase.
“Looks like you’ll be turning heads instead of the others”.
“That’s the main idea,” she said.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It would be fun to mingle with the rich and famous,” she asked hanging her suit on the coat rack near the door.
“I think I could do with a quiet night in and besides if Dunlow is there, he would do anything to drag me out of there and have sex with me there and then”, I said.
‘And besides, the last thing I want is the paparazzi actually having to put a face to his latest fling,” I finished off.
Chapter 30
Nathaniel
“You’re going to the Mayor’s ball with me”, I said rolling off Alexis.
I climbed off the bed and padded to my dresser where I had dropped my suit jacket and retrieved a box of cigarettes.
I took one out and lighted it up.
I walked over to the window and started smoking.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Alexis’s voice floated from the bed.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me”, I said continuing to look outside the window, mesmerized by the way.
The New York skyline never ceased to amaze me.
‘Well why don’t you fill me up then,” she said speaking from behind me, her hands circling my stomach.
“I think the newspapers carry enough about me, for you to know, or you could always Google me,” I say pushing her hands away as I continued to smoke.
I turn
around to face Alexis who had gone and sat on the edge of the bed, taken back my sudden lack of interest in her.
It was not that I was not interested in banging Alexis and making her scream all night long. I just didn’t feel like sharing my personal information much.
Already the press hounded me day and night, hoping to catch a glimpse of me and whoever wasn’t the latest addition to my list of women I had slept with, I certainly did not need another one of them prying into my personal life.
There was a reason I never kept a woman around, long enough.
Sooner or later they tried to change you and that was something I could not take.
If I wanted to change I would do that on my own, I had no intentions of changing for anyone.
“So Mayor’s ball, I will have you picked up at 7,” I say.
“I didn’t say I was going,” she replied in an icy tone.
I look at her already; already she was putting on her clothes back on.
“Sorry sweetheart you don’t have a choice,” I state as a matter of factly.
She raises her eye brow as if she had not heard anything more absurd than that.
“You might get away with things in your own twisted world, but not here,” she said pulling on her skirt and adjusting her blouse.
I eye her as she finishes putting on her clothes and walks out of the door.
Women.
Always trying to get into the deep end of things.
Well one less is just less headache and drama for me.
I finish the rest of my cigarette and throw away the cigarette butt in the trash can and lay back down on the bed.
This was not the first time that a woman had tried to have a connection with me.
The last time it had happened, I almost fallen in love with her, never gain I had said to myself.
Well, if she doesn’t want to go with me, I am sure there are plenty of other women who would be willing to go with me.
With that thought, I turn on my side and give way to sleep.
Chapter 31
Alexis
Still processing the Dunlow incident I arrived at my apartment.
It had been a few days since the icy cold encounter had happened in his bedroom, but it was still there at the back of my head.
Who was he to dictate who could do what and not?
If he thought he was the king of New York who could get away with anything and anyone well then, he’ll come to the battle ground, player, you’ve just put yourself in the midst of war you cannot win.
For far too long, men had thought they could get away with anything.
Here’s a reality check. This is the 21st century; you can’t just force a person to do something they don’t want to.
Back in high school, the star of the basketball team thought it was his duty that he could hit on anyone, regardless of them being available or not.
He was the star, the whole school, in fact the entire district sometimes turned out to see him, why couldn’t he get away with this?
Of course he did.
Then came college.
It was not all roses and butterflies as I had imagined.
Sure not everyone you meet in college was an asshole, but then again who wasn’t on any given time of the day.
I didn’t exactly fall in the category of easy, but then again a few drinks into me and you could always get away with anything you wanted.
Not now.
After graduation I vowed that I would never let another person get away with saying or doing anything to me.
This applied to Dunlow as well.
He might be my boss, but he most certainly could not dictate me, on whether I wanted to go with him or not.
A knock on my door brought me back to reality.
There was nobody home besides me and I didn’t order anything, neither was I expecting a delivery of ay sorts.
Must be Jess.
Jess and her obsession with candles.
Jess had this weird obsession with scented candles.
Half the time when she was not working, she spent browsing any page that she could get her hands on for scented candles.
If it was not online, it was a store downtown or Target’s latest scented candles collection.
Sure it was a bit weird, but thanks to her candle mania, our place tended to smell like roses or jasmine or whatever was that day’s fancy.
I open the door to come face to face with the man himself, Mr. Dangerous, the playboy billionaire of New York City, Nate Dunlow, in all his glory.
“What are you doing here?” I asked crossly.
“I came to see you,” he answered pushing passed me.
“You can’t just walk into somebody’s place like that,” I said still not moving away from the open door, from where he had just casually walked in.
“Sure I can, if I happen to know the person,” he replied wearing the same smirk he had, at the club.
“What do you want?”
“You”
“Yeah well you can’t, you just cannot have everything you want”, I replied.
Pinching his face into, “I don’t think you know, but I’m a billionaire” look, he took two strides and before I knew it, he had pinned me against the wall.
The air suddenly seemed a whole lot warmer or maybe that was just because Dunlow had closed in the gap between us both.
Leering down at me, he kissed me with full force, crushing my lips, while his hand moved towards the underside of my shirt.
I pushed him back, catching my breath.
“Like I said, you don’t get everything you want,” I said to him calmly while my heart was beating in my chest as if I had just run a thousand miles.
Putting his hands up in defeat, he smiled crookedly and adjusted his suit jacket.
‘I will still see you there”
Turning around on his heels, Dunlow walked out with an air of triumph as he had just won gold at the Olympics, I sat down, still taken aback with his sudden appearance.
Asshole thinks he owns the world.
Well its time somebody showed him that just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he can get away with everything.
Looking around the apartment, I realized it had not been cleaned in a long time, well maybe I should do it, seeing as how Jess was the least clean person of the two.
An hour later, the place was in a much better condition than it had been before looked like it had been inhabited by humans rather than occasional visitors who paid the rent.
A shower at this point seemed almost welcoming and I went to the bathroom and left the bath tub to fill.
The bath bombs were nowhere to be found, of course as I remembered, I had use up the last one of them after a particularly gruesome day after an encounter with Jeremey at work.
Oh well, I will just have to do without it. No harm done.
Sliding in, I let the warm water embrace me as I sunk in even further and closed my eyes.
A knock at the door woke me up.
How long had I been in the bathtub for?
Jess’s head peers in through the bathroom door.
“You okay?” she asked with a concerned look.
“Yup, just has been a very interesting day,” I told her sitting up.
“Fill me in,” she said perching herself on the edge of the toilet seat.
And that I did. Told her about Dunlow and how he had come to our apartment and wanted me to attend the Mayor’s ball with him.
“I don’t understand the problem, the most eligible bachelor in town wants you and you push him away?” she said in a confused very Jess like manner.
“He doesn’t want me, he wants downstairs part of me,” I said pointing down.
‘Either way, sooner or later he will want the rest of you also,” she added, handing me a towel as I stood up to get out of the now cold tub of water.
“Highly unlikely, people like Dunlow, hardly ever stick around with one person and even if they try, few months down the lin
e, something to the other pops up and BAM they are done,” I said wrapping the towel around myself and started looking for after shower moisturizer for my face.
“Have fun, and if it gets too much, dump his ass”, she said.
I rolled my eyes at her.
It was not as easy as everyone thought it was. Once you go in, you go in. I wasn’t a fan of these half assed relationships where neither one of the parties even tried to make it work.
For far too long, this had been the case with me.
One came, one fucked and one went away. None of them decided to stay because too much fun had happened and it was time to move on for them.
Well not this time, Dunlow was not going to get his fun and get away with it.
I finish drying myself and step out of the bathroom, starving and hoping Jess had brought some food with her.
Chapter 32
Nathaniel
Hard to get women had always been my favorite kind, they always had a way of making them seems like they were the best and god knows they were.
Alexis was quickly turning into one of them.
The way she would take on and challenge me, was different.
Every other woman that I had come across was always ready.
Nahhhhhhhh, I needed to take them by surprise and be surprised by them too.
Alexis Strope did all that.
She was smart and good looking, with amazing skills in bed.
Nevertheless, the motto of “I always get what I want”, was going to be in play and Alexis Strope was going to be a major player in it.
“You ready?” I asked the blonde who had just popped her head into the bedroom.
“Always”, she said.
Christine David, socialite, philanthropists and the play girl of New York City, along with whatever, women who had too much daddy money and time on their hands was going to be my date for the night.
Of course it was just a formality.
The two rich and equally good looking people of New York appearing together, for a cause that clearly no one cared about, just the rather expensive drinks was all anyone was going to read about in the next day’s morning papers.
Taking one last look at myself, I head out into the hall where Christine was sitting on one of the sofas, sipping champagne.
