by Dark Angel
“You were such a good girl,” Tate says quietly, covering me in a faux fur blanket. I relish the soft fur against my skin. He kisses me then, deeper than the other men.
“You know where to find us,” he says and they all file out of their conference room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
My thoughts and a copy of the formula, sitting on the cum-drenched table.
Chapter 36
Alyssa
I watch Tate walk out the door last. He shuts it behind him, not catching my eye. The room is quiet and smells like sex. My sigh fills the empty space.
I close my eyes and bring myself back to the scene before. My tired body tingles, picturing being deliciously fucked by twelve men.
When I open my eyes, I catch sight of the formula sitting on the table. I have thought long and hard about this formula. I came in here ten days ago blazing; I was looking for a reason to shut these guys down.
All I knew about True Love was that it was a powerful organization built on secrets and power, run by twelve ultra powerful men. I never expected them to be so young.
I never expected them to be so hot. I never expected to like them, much less find myself falling for them.
I stand up and rub myself down with the blanket. I wipe away the cum, savoring the feeling of the soft fur soaking up the cooling liquid. My skin blazes with sensation, my ass is afire, and light bruises are settling in from the spanking.
I quiver as I run the fur across my nipples, and waves of sensation course through my body with the slightest provocation. Rubbing myself clean feels indulgent. It’s a reminder of the decadence of what happened before.
I drop the blanket on the floor and take Tate’s jacket from the back of the chair I was sitting in. I wrap it around me and inhale the scent of him—strong and masculine.
I want to bury myself in this scent. I want to inhale all of them and feel protected and free in their embrace.
I button the first button on the jacket just below my full breasts. The jacket barely covers my now red ass, but I don’t feel like putting my dress back on just yet.
I walk around the room where I first met the men behind True Love. In every chair I can picture a drop-dead gorgeous man. I can imagine their shoulders wrapped in expensive suits.
I think about the way Ty’s hair falls, and Ford’s eyes. They are all so different and wonderful.
Together though, together they are something to behold. My mind flashes with images of them naked, proud cocks exploding and covering my body with their cum.
I picture them sitting here in a dull meeting, a flock of beautiful assistants under the table licking and sucking on those perfect cocks. It was in this room that I had them call those girls in. In this room where I fucked and sucked twelve delicious cocks in front of their greedy eyes.
I have never done anything like that. I have never even thought I could do something like that, but these men have brought something new out in me. The perfume let me take a peek into that part of myself, but what really brought it out was them.
I finish my circle of the conference room. I’m back to the foot of the table. I pick up the copy of the formula and sit back down in the huge leather chair.
I feel small and helpless. All alone in this quiet room, enveloped in this chair, draped in Tate’s jacket. The sleeves come down past my hands, and I feel vulnerable and childlike.
I read the formula for the thousandth time. It is truly genius. There is nothing here that could hurt anyone, but turning it in and making them go through the registration process would destroy their secret.
If this got out, every perfume country in the world would use it.
Forget patents. American companies would find a way to get around them. This sequence, while unique, could be duped. I thought of three ways last night when I was going over it one more time.
Foreign companies have even less keeping them from duplicating the formula. Once this is public, everything that makes True Love special and unique will be lost.
They have so much power and so much influence. Everything they have done looks above board. They pay taxes, and they build the economy in the towns they come into.
Someone wants to get them though. They have too much power concentrated into twelve, admittedly very sexy men. Calling in the FDA was a last-ditch effort by someone in power to shut them down, or at least check their power.
I stand up again and walk to what looks like a mirror right now. On the other side of that one-way window, I thought I made a fool of myself, but it was the start of something I never counted on.
I run my hands down my body, feeling the warmth of my own skin, thinking back to that first day when I was so overwhelmed by how fucking hot they all were that I couldn’t help but fuck myself there in that next room.
I have never done anything like that; there was just something about them that I couldn’t help myself.
I am damn good at my job. I was contracted to come after True Love for a reason. I am the best.
I have never let personal feelings cloud my judgment. I do the research, I turn in the details, and I keep people safe and informed.
I have a duty. I have a job. I have a reputation.
I can’t go back to Homer with nothing. I could destroy my career, and for what? Amazing sex?
I walk to the head of the table facing the door. I sit down where Owen was when I walked in this morning.
They never sit in the same seats. They trust each other so much, and each of them is so powerful in their own right that there is no need for them to play alpha dog games with each other.
What is that like? They don’t need to struggle between themselves. They know they are the best and that they will all work together for True Love.
Their lives are so different from mine.
I look again at the paper in my hand. It's just a copy. I kept the original I stole from their files at home.
I have the email with my findings drafted. I could send it from my phone across the room right now and be done. I could go into the office later today with the original formula, turn it over, collect my compensation, and go home.
My reputation would be intact. I would get more contracts like this, and life would continue as it did before.
I could keep my little apartment. I could get a cat, maybe a boyfriend.
What else could I do? What does life even look like if I don’t turn this over?
I don’t have a plan. There isn’t a playbook for having a fling with twelve men. There aren’t any rules to falling for them and what the hell happens after.
I can keep my nice, normal life, and the last ten days will be a sexy story I never tell my kids about. Maybe no matter what I do, that is what this will be.
I know they want me, but do they want anything more from me than a good time for a little while?
These are powerful men. They can, and often do, have any woman they want. Why should I put my career on the line for them?
I don’t know what they want from me. I don’t even know what I want from them.
I spin the chair around and look out the picture window. The city skyline fills the view, and the sun glistens off the buildings. From here the world looks like a toy.
I feel powerful, as if from this chair in this room, rules don’t apply to me. I can have what I want, as long as I can be honest about what that is.
As crazy as it seems, I do know what I want. I want the men of True Love. I laugh to myself about the name.
It has been there the whole time—True Love.
This wasn’t just a bucket list item; this is a bucket I want to fill over and over. I want them. Impossibly, I love them—each of them and all of them.
I never imagined I could feel this way. I don’t think anyone does, but I have learned so much about myself, about lust and passion and about love. I don’t know if they want me, but all I can do is ask.
More than anything, I need to protect them. I have that power. I can make this thing with the FD
A go away.
This is what I can give them. I can keep their secret, but I can’t keep my love for them a secret anymore.
I cross the room quickly and put on my dress, open my phone, and go to my draft emails. I delete the email I wrote before. I have a lot of work to do tonight.
Chapter 37
Ethan
I'm on my way up to the boardroom and I just know that all hell is gonna break loose.
I don't look forward to this day and I still can't believe that Alyssa betrayed us like that. After all we’d been through I honestly didn’t think she gave a fuck about the assignment anymore.
The guys are likely going wild with fury, just as I am in my heart. Here I thought this girl cared about me, only to be stabbed right in the back. Trust me, it's a feeling that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. And that says a lot coming from me.
Despite my reservations, I still care about Alyssa. Even after she's turned on all of us, I still can't get the picture of her beautiful face out of my mind. She's got some kind of hold into my heart that I can't let go of.
I walk through the long corridors of our stunning office, dreading the scene I'm about to walk in on.
They'll say she betrayed us. They'll say we should get back at her. Or maybe they'll be on my side, loving her no matter what she's done.
Don't get me wrong, I'm fucking furious. This is serious business and there’s no way I could turn a blind eye to this. But to see her down on her knees in submission, asking forgiveness from my giant cock would put everything right again.
I push these lustful thoughts out of my mind as I open the door to the conference room. Everyone's already there just as I knew they would be. This is a really big day for our company and a really awful one.
"Hey guys, I'm here."
"Finally, man," Theo says. "We've been waiting for you. We can't get this sorted without you. We all have to be in on this."
"Yeah," Finn says. "It's a royal fucking mess. I can't believe she did this to us."
Assistants are flying in and out of the room and there's paperwork all over the table. Everybody's scrambling to get their shit in order.
Maybe if we run a tighter ship from the beginning, then none of this would have happened. Hindsight is everything, but it'll do us no good now.
"It's okay. We just have to get on top of it before it totally unravels. Easton, get HR on the phone so they can handle the flip side of this," I say.
"I'm on it," he says.
"And has anybody talked to the PR department? We need them to cover this like crazy. If ever they've had to work a day in their life, it's gonna be today. Tell them they better handle this with the press," I say.
I sit down at the table and just take in the chaotic scene. So many guys, so many assistants, and so much fucking paperwork. It's a state I never wished to see our company in and yet here we are, all because of Alyssa.
My cock twitches at remembering the thought of punishing her for this, her ultimate betrayal. No, I need to focus on the task at hand..
Tate hushes the commotion in the room.
"Shh, you guys, I'm on the phone with PR."
I hear him mumbling away and I hope he's getting them updated on what to do. This is a public relations nightmare. Our PR team is gonna have to jump into action and work for the money today.
"You better have your whole team on this. I'm serious. If one thing goes out of place in the eye of the media, we're gonna blame you and you'll be fired," Tate is saying.
God, he can be nasty when he wants to be. But he's right, if this thing blows up in the media, then we're all done for. The whole company could go under.
Nico says, "I can't believe she went through with it. How could she have done this to us?"
He's running his fingers through his hair in disbelief. I can relate. I guess you could say we all trusted her and maybe we shouldn't have. I guess you could say we all put our hearts on the line for this one woman who didn't give a shit.
I know I'm not the only one thinking this. I can tell by the way everyone's scrambling. There are broken hearts everywhere as a result of broken trust. There's only one thing we demanded, full loyalty, and she couldn't even give us that.
Simon's got his assistant looking over his shoulder going over some paperwork. This girl is hot but she's nowhere near as gorgeous as Alyssa. I see that his assistant is happy to be working closely with him. She's leaning so closely over him that she can probably smell his cologne.
"Hey Simon, what are you working on?"
He looks up at me and obviously hasn't even noticed his assistant hovering.
"Ethan, I'm trying to figure out how to proceed with the formula. There's got to be a way around this. We just have to change things up and do as much as we can to prepare for the fallout," he says.
He's right I think. All might not be lost. Despite the scattered scene, I think we can pull things together and keep this company on track.
Of course, in the future, we'll avoid a catastrophe like this. In the future, we'll hold our cards a little bit closer to our chests and not trust the first girl who captures our hearts.
It's easier said than done, though. Not everyone wins us over. In fact, no one has managed to do this before.
So it’s funny that I don't normally trust anybody, but here I am, trusting Alyssa. I can't be the only one who's still thinking about her even in the midst of this disaster.
I decide it's time to find out.
"Will everybody who's an assistant, HR, or PR please leave the room?" I say with authority.
Everyone stops what they're doing, and they look up at me. They can tell from my serious expression that I mean business and soon they scatter. It's just me and the guys, and we can finally have an honest conversation.
"Hey guys, listen to me. I'm mad as all hell at Alyssa, we have every right to be. But I haven't given up on her. Some part of me believes that she's real that she's still into us. And there's got to be a very good reason for doing what she did. Am I alone in this?"
Ty looks up from his paperwork.
"No Ethan, you're not alone. I feel the same way. I would do anything for her even if she stomps all over me in the process."
"Great. It's great to know I'm not in on this alone." I say.
The other guys tune in with the same sentiment.
Simon says, "I just think Alyssa got a little out of line.."
"My thoughts exactly," I say.
There's a lot of testosterone flowing in this room. There's a lot of anger too. But I think Alyssa has us so tightly wrapped around her finger that we would do anything just to continue to be with her.
That's gotta tell you something about the woman that she is. She's literally the only one I would be saying this about. If any other girl had done this to me, she'd be out the door fast.
Alyssa will always have my heart. This is the point I'm at now. Long gone are my bad boy days. I'm ready to commit. That is if I can ever trust her again.
Tristan speaks up.
"We have to get to the bottom of why she did this. It just feels so out of character…did we misjudge her?"
And Owen chimes in, "I'm concerned about our company. We have to keep her reputation intact. But I'm with you guys. I don't want to lose Alyssa in the process. She has to have a good reason for doing this. We have to just pick up the pieces of this mess."
I look around the room and gaze into the guy's faces. We worked so hard to achieve all that we have. There's nothing underhanded going on here. So how can we be in trouble?
Everything we've done is aboveboard, basically. All we've done is try to make a great product. Surely Alyssa can see that.
If she can't, or she doesn't have a very good reason for this, I worry to think what the future holds.
If I lose her, I lose everything. Screw the company. She's the one I want. I want vengeance upon her but only in the bedroom.
What can I say? That's just the way I am.
Chapter 38
&nbs
p; Alyssa
I'm scared to approach the guys.
Who wouldn't be?
Me versus 12 alpha males, you do the math.
I know where my heart lies though, and there's nothing I can do about it. I prepare myself to go into the building, their headquarters.
I straighten out my tight pencil skirt and make sure that just a hint of lingerie is showing. A little leg couldn't hurt in this situation. I’m gonna need all the leverage I could get.
I smooth my hair down, check my lipstick in the reflection of the building door, and breathe in some courage.
I have to do this. I have to make my intentions known. No more betrayal, no more lies. I'm ready for a clean slate and to be transparent. I only hope it's not too late.
I walk through the familiar building and am again astounded at the richness and modernity of it. I'm so lucky to have had these guys in my life for as long as I have. Hopefully, today I can still have them.
My disloyalty has shone through, and I know that they might not truly trust me again, but I have to try. I want them to know that I value every second we spent together and that I don't want to lose them for anything.
I ride the elevator up to where the secretary said they are. They're in the conference room, likely scrambling to fix what they think I've done.
I walk down the hall as I feel my heart beating out of my chest. I don't think I've ever been this nervous my entire life.
I want each of these men and somehow, I have just the thing to prove that I'm the one for them. If I lose even one of them, my life will be over. That's how I feel at this point.
I stand just outside the door and peek in the window. I see only the guys in there and they're surrounded by piles of paperwork and they're all kind of shouting and they seem pretty pissed off. It's like a lion's den and I'm just about to walk into it.
At the same time, I can’t help but admire the view. My 12 guys are so fucking hot, and I'll never get over that. I wish I was walking into something great, to a happy meeting, where maybe it would end with them taking me across the conference table.
Instead, I have to march in there, admit my wrongs and beg for their forgiveness. I breathe in deep and hope it goes okay.
