His Brother's Wife

by Michelle Love

  “An intern,” I responded, feeling his gaze again. Mark was in my inner circle, and he knew my routine, so he knew that interest in an intern was something very different for me. I amazed many men when I told them I didn’t fuck at work, even though we had some beautiful women there. Beauty was a requirement for me when I hired, but not for my own personal reasons. I just wanted a beautiful face greeting clients and visitors.

  I can’t count the number of times that the women hit on me, though. It went from casual flirtation to walking into my office to find a woman naked on my desk. People talk no matter what the company they work for, and I refuse to make any of the endless gossip a reality. I’d heard some of it. There was talk that I impregnated a woman two years ago, and paid her to disappear, as well as a rumor that I had an affair with a married receptionist and ruined her marriage.

  Lies. People talked too much.

  I kept my eyes on the cab as it turned and Mark kept up. I had no idea what I was going to do once this car stopped, but I had to have a glimpse into Elisa’s life. I also wanted to see if the cocky intern went inside with her, a thought that made my skin crawl. I hated the idea of anyone’s hands but mine on her body, and my cock hardened in my pants.

  I saw the cab pull up and ordered Mark to park across the street, where I moved to the window and rolled it down to watch everything that happened. I noted that her apartment was not in a good part of town and that concerned me. I watched as Devin got out of the cab before helping Elisa out. He smiled at her as he asked something, and I leaned closer as she nodded and looked back at my car. I knew she knew that I was inside, essentially stalking her. Her eyes widened when they met mine in the dim light from the street. Elisa turned her head, and I clenched a fist as Devin placed his hand on her lower back and started up the steps with her.

  Was she going to fuck him tonight? Did he expect her to?

  They disappeared into the building, and I settled back into the seat. “Take me home.” Mark drove away, and I closed my eyes as I tried to sort my feelings about this woman and the way that she got to me. I pushed away the image of her on her knees as the intern fucked her from behind the way I longed to do. I remained quiet as we made our way back to my house and then got out at the curb.

  “I’ll see you early tomorrow, sir,” Mark told me as I nodded and met his gaze. Could he see that I was coming unraveled? I walked up the steps and greeted the doorman as he held it open for me, before taking the elevator to my apartment.

  Looking at the clock, I realized that it was past one in the morning. I knew that I should sleep, but was feeling like a manic. I strode into my office to get the laptop that was on the desk. I brought it to my room, warming it up on the bed as I stripped my clothes off and glared at my erection. I ran a hand through my messy hair and dropped onto the mattress to log onto the computer, find my favorite porn site, and try to work this out of my system. It was a hardcore site, and I skimmed the different types of entertainment before I found the amateur category. I clicked and watched videos made by people in various settings that were rough and sometimes sloppy, finding myself stroking my cock as I watched a woman who looked like Elisa get spanked by one man while another held her still and fucked her face. Her moans around his hard cock were making me harder as I moved my hand faster and dropped my head back.

  Elisa replaced the woman in the grainy video as I found myself coming closer to release. It was me inside of her mouth as she looked at me with her big eyes, swallowing the load that I shot into her throat, instead of onto my stomach. It was me who was tugging her back and driving my cock inside of her as screams filled the room.

  In reality, I was alone and covered in my own sticky semen. I pushed the computer away and went to shower to put myself back together as anxiety raced through my veins. I hated this feeling, and I reluctantly walked over to the drawers at the sink and opened one slowly. There had been a time when I took pills to calm down, a time when things were too much. I pulled out the bottle and took a deep breath before washing one down with a glass of water.

  I slept poorly, at best, but was awake and running early regardless of that fact. I needed to burn energy, and I ran faster, passing everyone before I went to the gym and did my kettle bells. I worked out a little harder and took another shower before choosing another suit to wear to work, making sure that my appearance was perfect. Regardless of what was going on inside of my head, nobody at my company would ever see it.

  Mark was at the curb with coffee, and I sipped it as I threw myself back into my routine, desperate for normality again. It was all good until I stepped out of the car and saw the man from the night before walking inside the building, laughing with someone as he made his way to the elevator. I followed from a distance, barely saying anything to anybody as I boarded another car than the one he was on and made a mental note of his appearance. He was tall and lankier than I was, with an arrogant smile and messy darker blonde hair. I didn’t see much else, but I hated the mother fucker and wanted him gone.

  On the sixth floor, I got out and strode to my office. I had a list of the new interns there that I was going to check to find out his name. That was my first order of business, before I focused on any other part of my day, and I slammed the door closed as I walked to my desk.

  I knew that I wasn’t liked here, so the gesture didn’t bother me. I preferred that they avoid me with the mood that I was in, causing me to shake another pill into my hand before I let this jealous rage take me over.

  Elisa

  Devin opened the door to the dingy lobby of my building as my heart pounded. He seemed confident in the fact that he was going to get somewhere with me, but I didn’t want that, even if I hadn’t lived with so many people. “Thanks for walking me in, Devin. I’d love to invite you in for a drink, but I have roommates,” I told him, as he reached a hand around my waist to stop me from walking.

  What was Damon doing out there? Watching us? Did he follow me home? I didn’t know whether I should be terrified of him or turned on, but the latter was currently winning, and Devin was not going to benefit from it.

  “How many?” He asked smoothly, as I narrowed my eyes.

  “Several, since we’re all in college together. Just saving some money, you know. I don’t have company over,” I replied, as he eyed the entrance to the lobby.

  “Want to go to my place? I live alone,” I knew what he was getting at, and I shook my head slowly.

  “It’s late, Devin.” It’s late, and I don’t do one-night stands, much less one-night stands with people that I work with.

  “Can I take you out sometime? I had a good time with you tonight.” His eyes sparkled as he shifted his attitude and I pressed my lips together. “I come on strong sometimes, and I know that. I’m just into you, but we can take this slow. How about dinner Friday night?”

  I reasoned that there was nothing wrong with dinner, in theory. It was a public place, where I could get to know Devin further and see where this could go. I shouldn’t trash the guy because I had some kind of weird thing for a boss that I could never have, right?

  “Sure, I’d like that,” I told him, as a handsome smile graced his face. I wanted it to do something for me, but sadly there was no reaction inside that didn’t have to do with Damon.

  “We’ll talk at work tomorrow and plan something.” Devin leaned down and brushed my lips with his so softly that there was barely any contact. It was a good move, but again, I felt nothing. “I’ll see you to your door. “ He kissed me again at the door after I unlocked it and I told him good night before I closed it and locked it.

  I walked quietly through the small rooms and cleaned up in the tiny bathroom before sliding through my door and out of my work clothes. I always slept in a big t-shirt, and I glanced over to make sure that Melody was asleep. She was. I could hear the sound of the ocean waves that she preferred going to sleep to when she was alone, as well as the noise from the street below. I slipped under the thin covers and found my headphones under my pi
llow. I plugged them into the phone and wondered what to do with the throbbing between my legs.

  I clipped one over my ear and played some classical music as I brought up the internet. My phone plan sucked anywhere other than here, where I had Wi-Fi, and I had to make the best of the situation.

  I pulled my knees up and searched for erotic stories, thinking that might do the trick. I liked the books that I’d read in the past, but I wasn’t about to pull one out right now. There had to be something online to read.

  There! I found something that seemed to offer erotic tales, as well as a variety of something else. I chose the hottest thing I could search for and scanned the titles and descriptions, as I wondered what Damon was into. He looked like he would know just what to do with a woman, and I found a story that involved spanking before I clicked on it.

  It was immediately hot, and I bit my lip as I read about the woman bent over the desk as her skirt was lifted, conveniently showing a thong. I never wore those, but it suited the story, right? I let my hand trace over my conservative cotton underwear as I devoured the words and started to stroke myself. I was careful to stay quiet and bit down hard on my lip as she was getting pummeled by his hand. I imagined the hand belonging to Damon as I was on the desk. Holy shit, what was wrong with me? I’d never even done anything close to this in bed, since my one encounter with a fellow nerd in his room during high school had been awkward and not enjoyable. It was at the point that I chose to focus on school.

  God, my thighs were burning, and I slid my hand under the cloth as I moved onto the part of the story where he was taking her on the desk, all of her clothes ripped off as she clawed his back. I kept my body still, only moving my hand as my body tensed up with every press of my fingers.

  Oh, God.

  I came when the woman screamed his name, and was so tempted to scream out that I pressed my arm against my mouth and bit down. It hurt, but I came harder from that as I closed my eyes and remained quiet. If I lived alone, I’d do that every night. It was incredible. I glanced over at Melody, once I recovered, to see her still sleeping and wiped my hands on my shirt.

  Just for fun, I read another story that made me repeat the process, slower this time and just for the release. I bookmarked the site and plugged my phone into my charger before I continued to listen to music.

  I guess I fell asleep at some point, because it seemed like five minutes later that my alarm was going off. I groaned and hit snooze out of habit before I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow.

  Reality took over after the alarm went off again, and I opened my eyes to see that the room was empty. I must’ve slept harder than I thought not to hear Melody get up for class. I took a deep breath and stretched before standing up and grabbing my robe. I showered quickly and dressed in the usual jeans and shirt for school before I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail. I grabbed another skirt and sweater with some flats and placed them as neatly as I could into my backpack before I left for class.

  I grabbed a large coffee today and blended in with the students as I played the night before through my mind again. It seemed surreal, knowing who I was. I was working at a fantastic place, with a possible future if I didn’t screw up, but attracted to the boss who seemed to like to follow me around town. That was creepier than I was allowing it to be, and I tried to reason with my normally logical mind.

  I needed this internship and needed it to lead to a job. That was my future, not some dream about the CEO of the company who would make all of my hard work pay off for myself and my mother. What was Damon going to do, sweep me off of my feet and make everything right in my life? No, because this wasn’t Pretty Woman and people in the real world worked for what they had.

  My thoughts drifted to Devin, who presented a more likely scenario. He was a great looking guy, and he was going to be successful in life. Devin was also close to my age, and it would be natural to settle into something with him as I worked toward my own career. It would be realistic, if I felt something for the guy. Would that come later, after a few dates, or perhaps a few more kisses? I wasn’t stupid enough to think life was like the books or television shows, but it seemed like I should feel something.

  I walked into class and sat near the front as I unloaded my notebook. I wanted to ask my mom about this, but our time was precious when we talked, and I didn’t want to sound selfish. I didn’t want to seem like I was ready to move on and leave her behind. She never did that to me.

  I managed to focus enough to take notes, and I felt a bit more normal when I left the campus for the day. I could handle all of this and concentrate on the prize at the end of whatever twisted tunnel this might be. That was who I was and what I did. I ordered some lunch at a campus deli and changed into my other clothes in the bathroom while I waited for the food. I added some mascara and a little lipstick to my face and noticed the weird look on the guy’s face as he called out my order. I blushed and took my tray to a corner table as I tried to study some notes before I went in for my shift.

  Useless. I threw away my trash and shoved everything back into my backpack before I caught the bus to the office. I reasoned that, after a few weeks of doing this, it wouldn’t feel so new. Going to work would just be a daily thing, where I did what I needed to do without any confusion or ridiculous attraction. Maybe I’d like Devin and have something going with him by then, something that would fit well with the rest of my life.

  As I walked into the building, I saw Damon talking to someone by the elevators as he held his phone in his hand. He looked angry, and I bumped into a man because I was so focused on Damon. “Sorry,” I apologized with a beet red face, as the suit looked down at me with a scowl. I looked at the floor and pressed the up button on the elevator as I longed for the floor to open up and suck me into it. As the door opened, I couldn’t help but to lift my eyes to see Damon’s eyes dark as he stared past me. I glanced over to see the man who I had bumped into and looked back at Damon with wide eyes.

  He moved his gaze to my face and locked eyes with me before I walked into the elevator and pushed the button to close the door. I leaned against the wall and took a deep breath as I thought about the intimidating look in Damon’s eyes. He looked like he had wanted to kill the guy. But why?

  Damon

  I found out right away that the intern in question was named Devin and that he had an impeccable record, much like Elisa. They’d probably be a great couple, but I didn’t want him to have her.

  I wanted to have her in every way that I possibly could. I wanted to own her, but that would wreck my tidy life where work and pleasure were completely separate. I read his information again. Devin wasn’t working with Elisa, or seeing her regularly, as far as I could tell. What they did outside of the office was fair game, but I didn’t even want that.

  Heat flooded my veins as I thought about her, and I closed my eyes.

  It was possible to fire an intern, but, in this case, based on what? I’d be the laughing stock of my friends and managers if I admitted that I was jealous of a workplace relationship, something I abhorred otherwise. I always told them to never go there, and, as far as I knew, they followed my advice. He’d been here just a few days, like Elisa, and I doubted that Devin had messed up significantly—certainly not enough to be let go. I wasn’t even going to go down the road of inquiring about him, since I knew how selective we were as a company when it came to bringing on interns.

  I closed the screen and opened my email as I drank my coffee. I remembered that I had a meeting for lunch with a major client and was glad that I wore one of my best suits today. I knew that I needed to adjust my attitude. I had a few hours, so I spent the time in my office, not seeing a thing in my company, as I normally did. It felt antisocial and strange, and I left for lunch early just to get some air and avoid the temptation to go stalk Elisa.

  I arrived early to the bistro and sat at the bar to have a drink as I waited for Stephen. He was one of the biggest clients that I had, and I couldn’t blow this. We need
ed the income and the good word around town. The whiskey calmed me some, and I felt loose and relaxed when Stephen showed up. We headed to a corner table.

  He presented the idea of several hotels all over the world, hotels that he wanted us to design. We ate steak, and I looked over the plans, well-aware that this could be the contract of the year. It would bring in millions, if not billions, and we’d be in every magazine again, earning us more clients. He was going to give me a week to talk to my managers and get together a skilled team to get things started, and we shook hands after I took care of the bill. It was an expense that I was willing to write off, given the money I was going to make. I had another drink at the bar, something I rarely did, making me fuzzy as I made my way back to the office. I ran into one of the security guards who wanted to talk about an issue with one of the security cameras. I tried to focus as I covered my mouth and attempted to make eye contact with him. I noticed Elisa out of the corner of my eye and watched as she bumped into a tall man who glared down at her as she faltered and looked up at him.

  I lost the conversation that I was involved in as I glared at the man before I moved my eyes to her face. She was embarrassed, and I could see that she wanted to be anywhere else as the elevator opened and she ducked inside. I walked away from the security guard and toward the man, then felt someone grab my arm.

  “Mr. James? I was talking to you.” The guard looked confused as I pushed a button, slipped into the next elevator, and hit the button for the fifth floor.

  I stepped out to see Elisa getting off the elevator. She began to turn left, then I called her name. “Miss Moore? A word, please.”