And what kind of mother she really is, anyway.
29.
Allison
When Trevor’s mother storms out of the building, I expect the worst is over. I take a few deep breaths and try to relax, but I can’t. Not after what I just overheard. I know that Trevor has a past. I know he has secrets. I know there are about a million and nine reasons I signed that nondisclosure agreement when I started working here.
But I didn’t know just how horrible his mother really is.
Or why he never wants to talk about her.
When she burst into my office this morning, I didn’t tell her I just fucked her son. I didn’t tell her that he gave me the best orgasm of my life or that despite our “not dating” status, he’s all I can think about.
I didn’t tell her that he makes me quiver.
I didn’t tell her that his cock is like a majestic sword and he’s just the knight to wield it.
No, I didn’t say any of that, but it didn’t stop her from assuming the worst of me. It didn’t stop her from telling me I’m a gold-digging whore. It didn’t stop her from warning me that the Fox men don’t exactly understand loyalty.
It didn’t stop her from getting into the details of her affair.
It didn’t stop her from telling me that Trevor’s one true love, Miranda, left him for someone else.
It didn’t stop her from trying to make me doubt my boss.
It did, however, keep me from ever trying to develop any semblance of respect for Miss Fox.
After Trevor guided her into his office, the two of them had a screaming match that could rival any set of toddlers fighting over a toy. Only this time, money was involved, and from the sound of her stomping, I’d guess that Trevor has the upper hand right now.
Timidly, I decide to take my chances and go check on him.
“Hey,” I knock gently on the door before stepping inside. He’s leaning back in his desk chair, feet propped on the end of his rich mahogany desk. “Everything okay?” I ask.
He doesn’t look at me right away. When he finally meets my eyes, he seems sad, broken, almost.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “It’s fine. Just get back to work, okay? I have a meeting soon and I want to make sure that my notes are ready.” He turns away, making it clear that he doesn't want me here.
So that’s how it’s going to be.
I knew he might be cold after we fucked, but this is an entirely different level.
“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, and leave the room, closing the door a little harder than I need to.
Fuck Trevor Fox.
It’s all he’s good for, anyway.
30.
Allison
When I get home from work, Holly is sprawled across the couch wearing absolutely nothing. She doesn’t even flinch when I walk inside and toss my stuff on the table.
“Long day?” She asks, not looking up from the book she’s reading.
“Pretty much, yeah,” I say. “Dare I ask what you’re up to?” This is not the roommate I know. What happened to shy, timid Holly? The girl I moved here with would have never been caught dead hanging around naked in her apartment. Would she fuck people? Yeah. Would she make out with random girls for fun? Yeah. Would she masturbate alone in her room or let her roommate see her boobs? Never.
She looks up and smiles.
“I’m being naked.”
“I got that. Why are you being naked?”
“I’m trying to decide what sort of fetish I should try.”
“And being naked is how you’re going to figure out what you’re into?” Holly has never been shy about sex. Ever. She’s always been very confident and very capable when it comes to going after what she wants. I’m the one who has always been a little on edge about my sexuality. Now I’m proving that her way is better than mine. After all, Holly isn’t the one moping around home, feeling sorry for herself when her latest conquest doesn’t give her special attention.
“Yeah,” she sits up now, giving me her full attention. I lean against the wall, watching her, wondering what the hell she’s about to do. Holly is gorgeous. She’s seriously insanely beautiful. Even now, in the dim living room light, she’s beautiful.
“Bruce fucked me last night,” she says with a grin. “And it was really weird and really fun. Remember how I said we went to that bar? Bitter Jupiter?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“It’s a fetish bar.” She smirks, obviously satisfied with her experience.
“Oh?” Now she’s got my interest. I’ve been to a lot of different bars, but I’ve never been to one that caters to that sort of crowd.
“Yeah,” she spreads her legs on the couch, giving me a money shot. Running her hand down her leg, Holly leans her head back against the couch and starts rubbing her clit. Despite the fact that this entire scene is super weird, I’m a little turned on right now. This is a side of Holly that I’ve never seen. Yeah, she’s always been crazy, but sexual around me? Not so much.
“And what was that like?” I bite my lip, wondering what she’s going to do next. Is it my imagination, or is she doing a great job of taking my mind off of Trevor?
“Allie, you wouldn’t believe it,” she murmurs, obviously getting lost in her own little world. I can see her pussy glistening as she gets wet at the thought of Bitter Jupiter. “Everyone had their own thing. I saw people dressed like animals, like characters, like professions. There was a naughty doctor and a slutty nurse. There was even a dirty schoolgirl looking for someone to spank her. It was crazy.”
Holly’s fingers slide inside herself and she begins fingering her damp pussy. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are closed. Part of me wonders if she even remembers that I’m here. Part of me is so turned on at this point that I don’t really care.
One of her hands roams up her body to her nipples. She squeezes, playing with herself softly. I wonder if this is how she looked when Bruce was fucking her. I wonder if this is how she’ll look if we ever fuck. I can barely stand to watch because she’s so beautiful. For the first time, I’m tempted to go over and help her come, but I hold myself back. I have to. She’s my best friend.
Just as she starts breathing harder, rubbing faster, squeezing tighter, there’s a knock at the door.
Her eyes open wide and she gasps for a moment, then grins.
“Saved by the bell.” She grabs a nearby blanket and pulls it over herself, the nods to me that she’s ready. I try not to roll my eyes as I head over to the door. Is she drunk? She must be drunk. Holly is acting a little weird, even for her, but whatever.
I pull the door open.
For a half second, I hope it’s Trevor coming to claim me. I hope it’s Trevor coming to tell me he’s sorry for being an asshole today. I hope it’s Trevor coming to fuck me, to tell me that one night with me just wasn’t enough.
But it’s Bruce.
“Uh, hey,” he grins, looking past me to Holly.
She jumps up, dropping the blanket and revealing her body. Hurrying over, she grabs Bruce’s hand and leads him back to her room. Neither one of them says a single word until her door is closed, then it’s moan city.
And I’m left alone on a Friday night with nothing to do but go crazy.
So I grab a bottle of wine and promise myself that somehow, everything’s going to be okay.
31.
Allison
The weekend slips by slowly. Nothing happens to me. Not that it should. Holly and Bruce go off, doing their thing, dressing up and fucking in different places, and I’m left at home to wither away.
Perhaps that’s being dramatic.
It’s only because I had the best sex of my life, then followed it with the worst let down of my life.
Part of me still can’t believe I fucked Trevor. Who does that? Who sleeps with their boss? More importantly, who sleeps with their boss, and then gets upset when he doesn’t care about them? I knew when I decided to go to his place that I was a conquest. I knew when I chose to sleep with him that it was
only sex.
Nothing more.
I had no expectations, or so I thought, yet here I am, withering away in my apartment.
This crap has to stop.
I download a couple of Kindle romances to tide me over until Monday. Somehow, drowning myself in romantic tales of dragon shifters and sexy pirates manages to keep me from going completely nuts until Monday morning rolls around.
And then I have to face reality.
I put on my favorite dress: the blue pinup one that makes me look 10 pounds slimmer and two inches taller. It’s too short to wear to work, but I pair it with some fabulous heels and curl my hair. I need to feel confident today. I need to feel amazing.
I’ve got this.
I march into work feeling great. I say hello to each of the security guys, who seem to be just a little friendlier than usual. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I don’t think so. When I step off the elevator, Gina actually looks up at me. Her mouth drops open.
“Allison?” She says.
I strut up to her desk with a smile plastered on my face. I tell myself that she can’t know what a shitty weekend I’ve had. She can’t know how much I’m dreading seeing Trevor today. She can’t know how much I despise the way I feel right now.
She can’t know any of it.
“Good morning, Gina,” I greet her. “Any messages?”
She shakes her head.
“Girl, damn.” She looks me up and down again, popping her gum. “Damn,” she repeats. “You look awesome.”
A surge of justification shoots through me.
“Thanks,” I say. “Is Trevor already in?”
At this, she shakes her head.
“Nope, he’s running late. Just texted me. Told me to ask you to get started on the Power Point for his meeting this afternoon.”
What?
Trevor didn’t tell me about any meeting and I definitely didn’t get any notice that I’d be putting together a PowerPoint.
“Details are in your inbox,” Gina tells me, seeing the look of horror on my face.
I just nod and hurry to my office. I really don’t want to deal with his crap today.
32.
Trevor
I’m being a giant asshole.
I know it.
Allison knows it.
Shit, Gina probably knows it, and she doesn’t know much of anything.
When my mother came in and threatened to screw things up between me and Allison, I realized that I’m in way over my head. I shouldn’t feel anything for her. She’s my assistant. That’s it. Why I felt the need to fuck her, I don’t know. She’s just so special.
She’s just unlike anyone I’ve ever met.
Today is the day I have to tell her about my past. Today is the day I have to be honest with Allison. I have to get to her before my mother does, to explain what happened so many years ago. It's basically inevitable that my mother will show up today, again demanding access to money she doesn't have claim to. And when she brings out her threats, her reasons that I need to give her what she wants, I need to be able to walk away from her.
The same way she walked away from me.
If I actually want to have any sort of relationship with Allison - a real, long-term relationship - then I need to be honest with her.
I know that.
But I don't know if I've screwed things up too badly. I don't know if I've messed up or strung her along to the point where she's not going to want me anymore.
Allison Byard is a lot of things, but can she really love a monster?
I walk into work two hours late. I shouldn't be late. I don't have an excuse, not really. I spent the entire weekend working out, trying to forget about my problems. When I wasn't exercising, I was laying in bed, trying to think up reasons that I shouldn't be thinking of this sweet girl so much.
And the only thing I can come up with is that I'm no good for her.
I'm not.
She needs something more, something stronger than I can give.
Allison needs a real man.
But dammit, I want to be that man.
"Hey," I nod curtly to Gina as I shuffle past her, heading toward my office, but she reaches out her hand to grab me.
"Wait," she says quietly. It's so unlike her that I immediately stop and give her my full attention. What's got Gina all worked up?
"What is it?" I ask her. "Is everything okay? Is your dad all right?" My uncle isn't in poor health, but he's getting older. Anything could happen.
"Pop is fine," she waves her arm, physically brushing the idea away. "But seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?"
"What?" I know what she's asking. I can see it in her eyes, but I play dumb anyway. Gina sees right through my charade. To her, I'm not a sexy, unobtainable billionaire. To her, I'm not the head of a powerful company. No, to Gina, I'm just her annoying older cousin who used to throw snowballs at her when she wasn't looking. I'm the guy who ruined her first date by chaperoning it. Gina has seen me at my worst and she's not afraid of me.
She'll give it to me straight.
"Allison came in here looking like a total wreck," she tells me quietly. I shoot a glance toward Allison's office. The door is closed. I wonder if she's still in there. "I don't know what the hell happened between you two, but you need to fix it."
"Gina, it's complicated."
"No, it's not," she says, crossing her arms over her chest. She's short, tiny, and skinny. I could pick her up and toss her over my shoulder like a small sack of potatoes, but Gina doesn't back down. "I know you slept with her, Trevor. I know you messed things up."
"You don't know anything," I turn to head toward my office, tired of thinking about how I've screwed things up beyond repair, but she doesn't let me go. Not just yet.
"I know that she's falling for you," Gina says. I turn toward her.
"What did she say to you?" I ask, lowering my voice. I want to know. I need to know. Allison cares for me? I mean, I know she does. She obviously does. But...not after she hears what I've been keeping locked up and hidden away. Not after she hears the secret I hoped I'd never have to tell anyone, least of all her.
"Nothing. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Trevor, I've seen the way you two look at each other. You may think no one notices, but that's because when you look at her, the rest of the world disappears. I get it. I do, but whatever it was that Auntie said last week or whatever it was that you did to Allison, you need to fix it. She's the best damn thing to ever walk into your life, Trevor. Don't give up."
With that, Gina takes a deep breath, nods, and slumps into her chair. She doesn't look at me further as she starts typing at her computer and I stand there, shocked at my baby cousin and how I always blew her off as an air-brained dork.
I guess she had me fooled.
33.
Allison
I can tell when Trevor arrives at work. The narrow hall that holds our offices and conference room is quiet until I hear Gina speaking up. I can't tell what they're saying, but she sounds pissed.
Good.
He's been a jerk lately.
He needs to be told off.
I try not to think about how much I hate him right now as I angrily work on his stupid presentation. It’s a good thing I actually take pride in what I do, otherwise I’d say “fuck it” and walk out the door.
Eh, who am I kidding?
I’m much too tangled up in this mess to walk away, especially without a fight. I feel like I’m falling for Trevor. I feel like I’m becoming attached to him. There are so many wonderful things about him. I love the way he exudes confidence like he’s the only man on Earth. I love how he makes me feel beautiful even when I know I don’t look my best. I love how he can see right through people and know exactly what they’re thinking.
I love all of these things.
But there’s a lot about Trevor that I don’t know. I can tell there’s a lot that haunts him. The question isn’t whether he has a past. We all do. I do, for damn sure. M
ost of my issues stem from my mom’s death, though, and not from a failed relationship. The question is whether or not Trevor is willing to work through whatever his ghosts are and give “us” a chance.
The question is whether I’m worth fighting for.
And to be honest, right now, I don’t know if he thinks that I am.
I hear him shuffle past my door. He hesitates outside, like he’s going to knock, like he’s going to come in and talk to me. What would he say? “I’m sorry”? “I was wrong”? “You’re amazing”?
Before I can finish thinking up possible conversations, I hear him walking again. This time, he keeps going. This time, he goes into his office and slams the door so loud that the walls shake. Like a little kid throwing a tantrum, Trevor Fox is safely tucked away in his office.
Maybe someone should bring him a blankie.
My phone rings and I answer without checking the caller ID.
“Kayfox Enterprises, this is Allison.”
“Allison, it’s Gina.”
“Gina?” She’s calling me? Her desk is only a few feet from my door. “What’s going on?”
“Look,” she says, “I don’t want to walk over to your office because Trevor will see and we both know what kind of mood he’s in.”
“That’s for damn sure. Did any pictures fall off the walls when he slammed the door?”
She chuckles.
“No, I think we’re good. Listen, there’s a lot about Trevor that you don’t know. He’s got a really weird past, a lot of family issues, and-“
“Gina,” I cut her off. “I’m going to stop you right there. Whatever you’re trying to do, I appreciate it, but my problems with Trevor are my own. I’ll handle it.”
“It’s just that I see the way you two look at each other,” Gina sounds whimsical, almost dreamy. “You guys are perfect for each other.”
Perfect.
What does that even mean?
Perfect for each other?
It sounds like something out of a fairy tale story book. It sounds like something you’d tell a little kid about his favorite superheroes. It sounds like something that’s not real, but that I desperately want to be.
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