by Nella Tyler
With a quick motion I pulled a condom out of my draw and slid it on. I didn’t actually have a lot of sex in my office. But I often went out to the bar after work and needed to grab a couple condoms, just in case. I had a supply at home as well as at work to make it easy.
My body slid into Rebecca and she moaned with delight. There was something naughty about fucking in an office and I hadn’t done it in a long time.
“Shhh,” I said as I continued to thrust.
“Oh, Natasha doesn’t care. She’s the biggest nymphomaniac I know.”
I would have to revisit that topic with Rebecca later. I would have loved to of heard more about Natasha’s sexual habits. That was the kind of gossip I liked to be kept in the loop on.
I continued to thrust and Rebecca did her best to be quiet. Her ass was delicious to look at and I held onto her full hips to get the best leverage I could. She was fun, I had to admit that. But I didn’t want to be fucking her. I wanted to have Alicia bent over my desk and fucking her.
“Harder,” Rebecca moaned.
“You have to be quiet,” I said as I grabbed her head and pulled her up.
I put my hand around her mouth as I thrust deep inside of her. My body urged itself on until I felt the tension build up in Rebecca. She moaned and opened her mouth big as her body released.
Then out of the blue she bit down on my hand and I yelled out in pain.
“What the fuck Rebecca?”
I pulled out of her without finishing and quickly pulled my pants back up. My hand was bleeding as I walked over to the sink to rinse it off. I had never wanted to slap a woman my entire life as much as I wanted to hit Rebecca in that moment.
In fact, I had never really had the urge to strike a woman ever. My whole life, even when I was around a particularly annoying girl, I didn’t want to hit them. That was why the urge to hit Rebecca flowed through me with such surprise.
Of course I didn’t actually hit her. But I kept thinking about it and thought I would probably continue to think about it long after she was away from me. The way she had latched down hard onto my had was no accident. I didn’t care if she was in the middle of cumming or not. You just don’t bite people like that.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Evan. I must have done it in the moment. I’m sorry. Let me help.”
“No, I’ve got it. Why don’t you head back to work? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, talk to you later,” she said and she came up behind me and kissed the back of my neck.
She fucking bit me. I had never had a woman actually bite me like that. Sure, I had some good scratches to my back and one time a woman playfully bit my chest and left a bruise. Never had I ever actually had a woman draw blood from a bite.
For some reason, I didn’t feel like it was an accident.
Rebecca seemed much more calculating than she had been before. Her normal bubbly personality was gone and I felt faced with a complete stranger. There was definitely something going on with Rebecca and I didn’t want to stick around to figure it out.
Chapter Thirty
I spent another long night without sleep as I thought about the warehouse that was in New York. By morning, I had decided to take the day off of work, rent a car and drive out to where the warehouse was.
I was prepared for Natasha to be a little shocked when I called into the office. It was unusual for me to take time off and even more unusual that I wouldn’t have planned it for months in advance.
“I’m not going to be in today,” I said to Natasha when I called in.
“Who is this?”
“Funny. It’s Evan. I have something to do. Please cancel my appointments.”
“What? You haven’t missed a day…ever. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, I’m just doing some investigating.”
“Alright, I’ll just tell people you are sick. Is that ok?”
“Yes, that is great.”
When I hung up the phone, I knew I had just thrown Natasha for a loop. In all our years working together I had never actually called in sick. One time, I had been very ill and came to work and then left early. But never had I totally cancelled a whole day. In the world of the stock market, people didn’t really take days off. If the market was open, I was at work.
Driving my rental car didn’t feel normal to me. The last time I drove with Rebecca was the only time I had driven in several years. Living in New York, there just was no need for it.
I was so thankful to have MapQuest on my phone. I really didn’t know how people were able to get anywhere without the directions from their phones. I relied on them within the city when I walked to new restaurants; I certainly needed the maps guidance in finding where the warehouse was.
The warehouse was located in Cooperstown, New York. Well actually just about ten miles south of there in the middle of nowhere. It took me a long time driving around before I actually found the address since it was located a long ways into the woods.
It didn’t look like a place you would want your warehouse to be.
The road was gravel and wasn’t suitable for semi-trucks. To get to the warehouse, you had to drive on a winding road that seemed pretty impossible for big trucks to navigate in the winter. Something was fishy, I felt it right away.
As I pulled up to the address there was a fence around the warehouse. Sometimes warehouses had fences, so that wasn’t particularly worrisome. The thing that caught me off guard was the armed security guard who came out to my vehicle when I pulled up. Why would you need an armed security guard at a clothing warehouse?
“This is private property, sir; I’m going to need you to turn around.”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry. I’m lost. Can you tell me where the baseball hall of fame is?”
Again, totally out of the ordinary. A normal warehouse would ask someone if they could help them. Perhaps ask if I was there to see someone specific or at least check my driver’s license. This guy knew I wasn’t supposed to be there and made sure I knew it as well.
“It’s about ten miles north,” the man said as he pointed and then went back into his small building.
I turned the car around and drove down the road, but I wasn’t about to leave. I knew for a fact that something was going on in there. Something that certainly didn’t have anything to do with a new fashion clothing line.
It took me about thirty minutes of driving around before I found a dirt road that ran parallel to the warehouse. I pulled off to the side of the road and made my way through the woods toward the building.
I moved slowly and tried not to make any noise as I walked through the forest. Unfortunately, a forest is rather noisy when you have sticks everywhere and have to try and walk over them. I wasn’t use to being in the woods and I certainly wasn’t comfortable with trying to sneak into a warehouse that had an armed guard. But I was convinced that the information I needed was inside the warehouse. I had to get in. I had to help Alicia and try and save her company from going on. I knew that another tragedy with his company would have my organization seeing red. We wouldn’t be able to make much money at all and most of our stick holdings would be decreasing at rapid numbers. I would lose a lot of clients, and money.
Luckily I had put on tennis shoes and jeans and wasn’t wearing one of my tailored suits. It took about twenty minutes of walking through the thick brush before I found the perfect spot to observe the warehouse. Surprisingly, there were only two cars in the entire area around the building..
I sat in the bushes and watched the building for awhile. No one seemed to go inside or come outside. It wasn’t a typical warehouse and I was sure of that. But I had no idea what else could be going on inside of there.
I was about to leave when I saw a man come out of the building and get into his car. Shortly after the first man left, a second one also left. Since I had watched the building for several hours I knew there was only the one security guard at the front. Well, that was assuming there wasn’t any inside, but since there were no
other cars, I hoped that meant there were no other men in there.
My mind had been made up and I wanted to see inside the building. I had driven way too far to just look at the outside and not actually go into the building. I walked around the perimeter to see if there were any areas where I could get inside the gate. To my surprise, the actual security around the building wasn’t that great. The gate was stretched out and broken in several areas and I even noticed a back door that looked like it wasn’t all the way shut.
Slowly, I slid through an opening in the fence and made my way to the open door. I tried to stay as quiet as I could and hoped that the armed security guard was only located at the front gate and there were none inside the building. I certainly wasn’t prepared to deal with an armed officer.
I pulled the door opened and walked slowly inside the building. I had expected it to be filled with boxes or other warehouse type things, but instead I found an empty building. The entire middle of the building was empty with just a few boxes around. There were offices along one wall on the top and bottom of the building, but they were all dark.
There didn’t seem to be any reason to have security at this building at all. Even if there were people who worked there during the day, why have an armed security guard at the front gate?
I needed to investigate more. I hadn’t come all the way out to the middle of New York just to find a little information, I needed all of it. Investigating certainly wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t believe that I was even out there. I was the guy who didn’t want to do recreational sports because I would get dirty. Climbing around an old warehouse was way out of my comfort zone.
I decided to start at the top of the warehouse and look through those offices first. There was enough light coming from the main room for me to be able to see into each of the rooms. I went slowly and kept an eye out for the security guard. The last thing I needed was him coming into the warehouse and shooting me.
Although the security guard didn’t look all that tough, the fact that he was carrying a gun made him immediately scary. It was also scary because he looked young enough to not understand the consequences of shooting someone. Young and dumb was not something I wanted to go up against.
The first two rooms were totally empty, but when I got to the second room, I noticed a stack of boxes that looked very similar to the ones I had seen at the new offices of ALL Warren Clothing. I really couldn’t tell if they were the same boxes or not because I hadn’t had enough time to go through them at the office.
I decided it was the best time to try and find the information we needed on the company. I quickly flipped through the boxes to find the payroll box and tried to find the most recent one. It looked like the most recent was about a year old, but I grabbed it. There was no place to make a copy of it so I just folded it up and put it into my pocket.
I spent another ten minutes flipping through the boxes to see if I could find anything else that looked like I needed it. Unfortunately, nothing else caught my eye so I continued on to the next office. There was a desk in the office that looked like it was occupied during the day, probably by one of the men who had left earlier. Nothing seemed too unusual except that the desk and the file cabinet behind it were all locked.
There was a noise downstairs.
I froze and then looked out over the ledge to see what was going on. The security officer appeared to be making his rounds. I went and hid under the desk and hoped he wouldn’t find me. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear me. My breath was rapid and I tried everything to get it under control.
I wasn’t cut out for the Mission Impossible stuff. I was a stock broker; I needed to get out of there and get back to what I knew. My heart continued to pound out of control as I waited for it to be totally clear.
I probably waited a lot longer than I needed to under the desk, but I had to be sure the guard was gone. After five minutes of not hearing anything, I crawled out from the desk and made my way down the stairs. I wanted to just leave, but something called me toward the downstairs offices and I decided I should at least take a look before I left.
When I walked into the first office my mouth dropped open. There was a stack of money on a table and a dollar counting machine next to it. I wanted to touch it. My instant urge was to grab it all up and carry it out of the building with me. But I didn’t want to leave any clues that someone had been in the building.
There were two large duffle bags under the table that I needed to see inside. I wrapped my fingers inside of my shirt and unzipped one of the bags. Sure enough, it was filled with cash as well. I didn’t know how much was there, but it was all in twenty dollar bills so I assumed there was a lot of money between the two bags and the money on the table.
Slowly, I left that room and moved onto the next one. It had a desk similar to the one upstairs but no file cabinet. In the third room there was a huge safe that I didn’t try to open.
I had seen enough and was afraid the security guard was going to come through again soon, so I made my way back to the side door. I crawled through the fence and hurried through the woods to my car. I didn’t stop to take a break and I didn’t look back at all. My adrenaline rushed through my veins as I sped down the dirt road and made my way back toward the city.
I didn’t know what all I had seen yet. I did know that there was not a fully stocked warehouse in New York. I wanted to called Alicia and ask her about what I had found. I was angry. Mostly because I felt lied to about the type of person she was, but also because I still deep down wanted to believe that she didn’t know about that warehouse and what was going on.
My logical side knew that Alicia had to of known what was going on. She couldn’t be the CEO of the company with all these people reporting back to her and she wasn’t aware that there was a fake warehouse.
My mind raced all the way back into the city. I zoned out as I drove and really needed to talk to someone about everything that I had found. My first instinct was to call Rebecca, but since I now had a bandage on my hand where she had bitten me I decided I needed to enlist Mike to help me instead.
It was too late to get him to help that night though, so I returned my car and headed home. As I walked past Edwards a small urge pulled me to go inside, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to deal with anymore women. I just wanted to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-One
For the first night in many, I finally got a good night sleep. I was exhausted by the last few days and the sleep was so appreciated. The adrenaline rush from the warehouse had worn off and my body was finally able to slip off into dream land without the need to worry all night long. My anxiety over all the events that were going on was finally beat by exhaustion.
Typically the only time I went days without sleep was when I lost money on stocks. I had never been so consumed by researching a company, or by its CEO, as I was with ALL Warren. If the CEO had not been Alicia, I likely wouldn’t have invested in the company at all and instead would have just ignored the IPO all together.
I wasn’t the kind of guy that would waste my time on a company that didn’t look good. I certainly wasn’t use to putting the kind of effort into something like I had been doing with Alicia. This was all out of my comfort zone.
Alicia was the only reason I had gotten involved so far into the company. Now that I was in so deep, I needed to see if Alicia was part of it or not. I still held out hope that she had nothing to do with any of the illegal stuff that was obviously going on. Although, that hope was getting dimmer and dimmer the more information I found.
I decided to call Mike before I got to work and had him meet me over at the gym. I needed a workout and so did he. Mike never worked out unless I specifically called him or his wife forced him to go on a bike ride.
I liked having someone to work out with, well someone like Mike to workout with. He was quiet and we could just workout without the constant need to talk during the workout. I wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed idle chit chat. My life was just too busy for
it and I didn’t see the need to waste my energy on talking if there was no purpose of it.
As Mike and I ran on the treadmills, I explain to him everything that I had seen at the warehouse. He wasn’t shocked at all. He was quiet and let me finish telling the story before he started to judge me.
“I knew something was up with that company, Evan. You’re just too close, you couldn’t see it.”
“You’re right. I am close and that’s why I need to figure out how much Alicia knows about this all. I care about her. I don’t want her to be in trouble when this all comes out.”
“Evan, she knows about it. There is no way she is the CEO of the company and she doesn’t know about all this that is going on. Get your head out of your ass.”
“Mike, I don’t know if she knows about it or not. This Bill guy could really be pulling the wool over her eyes.”
“Oh, God! Evan this is exactly why you shouldn’t be involved with the CEO of a company. You’re blinded by her tits and ass.”
“Fuck you, Mike,” I said lovingly.
We were friends; I knew he could take it.
One time we were working out and Mike had told me to fuck off at least a dozen times. We were in a heated debate about women and anal sex and my opinion was that he should get his wife to do it more often. We were just joking with either other but a waitress had told the restaurant manager who came over and asked Mike if I was bothering him. He replied, “Yes,” and the manager asked me to leave the restaurant. It was hilarious.
“I’m just being honest with you. If it looks like a criminal, it’s usually a criminal. There is just too many facts that point to her knowing what’s going on.”
I wasn’t so sure there were all the same facts that Mike thought there were. In my head, things were still very much unknown and I had to have some sort of finality in order to cut off my relationship with Alicia. I needed her to admit something was going on or I needed to find evidence that she didn’t know what was going on. But I couldn’t sit in limbo land any longer.
