Eleven: Madeline
Every day I walked into the office after that brought on so many feelings.
I was doing okay, and it had been a few days since. I had real tasks when I came into the office and I always got them done on time, if not early. Logan and Jake were very accommodating and professional during the work day.
But it had been a few days since we really did anything. I was in a lot of meetings with them, to observe their business skills but I was really observing them and it was hard because I felt my heart constricting.
When I look at Logan I see someone smart, and brooding. He has things he keeps to himself and the only one he really trusts is Jake. Their bond is something special and it is nothing short of unbreakable. Logan worships my body. He kisses me softly and traces my skin like he wants to memorize me. I can only imagine how many women he has had before and I don’t know if he is the same way with them all. But that is how he is with me and I like it.
Then Jake. He is the life of the office. Outgoing, but calculated at the same time. He has a fighter’s mind, I can tell. And there is something about his childhood that must have made him how he was, I want to know what it was. I want to know everything about them both. Jake is rough with me but he does it in such a tasteful way. He kisses me hard and begs entry to my mouth and then I am prisoner to him. It is unlike anything I have ever felt to be trapped beneath him, held by him from behind. He knows how to work my body until I can’t take it anymore, then just a little bit more.
What is more is that I don’t want them separately. I mean, I can’t imagine only having sex with one of them. It isn’t that I don’t want to choose or something like that. It’s just that I want them both, together, always.
That is so dangerous.
I finished the short class day, done by two on Fridays. And I didn’t have work. I always meet Sarai for lunch, and I had a while before work. We went to a café by the campus that we always go to. Some hip, organic food place. But I never get anything healthy.
“Hey, you.” We hugged and found a good seat.
“How is it going? How is work?” I asked her.
We ordered iced green teas and waited for our food.
“Okay, I think I am getting a promotion soon. But who knows? What about you?” She leaned forward with all meanings intended.
“Um, nothing much. They are putting things together for my startup. It’s exciting.” I smiled.
She looked worried for a second and then brushed it off. I wanted to pry but I think I was just in too good of a mood. Work is going well, school is almost up, and none of my classes really have finals. And of course, the two men I am constantly pressed up between.
“I know, I’m so happy for you.” She touched my hand gently.
Our food came and I ate my sandwich and fries greedily. Sarai was still quietly brooding. I sighed as we neared the end of our meal.
“What is it?” I asked her.
She looked at me with soft eyes. “Has Logan said anything to you about him being a professor here? What it could mean?”
I froze over. My heart fluttered a little bit as I swallowed softly. I stared back at her.
“No. I mean, we both know. Neither of us have said anything about it. But we’re never seen together on campus.” I answered. And it was true. We both knew that we had to be careful.
“It’s just that…when I was in class today I heard these girls talking about him. They said they had heard he was—um, seeing one of his students.”
The table became a saucer and the floor wobbly underneath like we were spinning out of control. This was my biggest fear. Did they know it was me? Who started the rumor? There was so much I didn’t know and so much that I still wanted to know. It would make me crazy trying to figure it all out right now.
I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself as I stared back at Sarai. She patiently waited and touched my arm gently.
“Madeline, are you okay?” She was laced with concern but I still couldn’t process.
If someone knows about it us it can get bad. I am just about to graduate, my name has to be flawless if I want to get anywhere. I can’t be labeled as…someone who sleeps with their professor. I mean, I have never taken a class from him and he isn’t my professor, but he does work for the school and I am a student. It’s bad.
“I’m…I’m fine. Thanks for telling me. Do you know anything else?” I asked, hopeful she had heard at least something else.
“No. Just that they heard people talking about it around his office building.”
I nodded. “Okay.” I glanced at my watch. “I have to get going. And I have to talk to Logan about this.” She nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” We paid the tab and then headed to my car.
“Are you calling him?” She asked me and I simply nodded.
I called him and it rang twice before it ended. I called him four times and didn’t get an answer, maybe it was obsessive but I was freaking out. I stood by my car as I left a voicemail saying it was urgent, and he needs to call me back. I sent a follow up text too.
“No answer?” Sarai asked.
I shook my head, my throat lumpy. I felt cold inside, like I was watching this all from a different view. Watching myself. How could I be so stupid anyway? I knew school was almost over and I had to stay focused so I could do well with the internship.
Should I have sold to them that first day? Then I wouldn’t be around them, and I would have money for a new startup or something to float me until I settled in with a company. Though I knew I always wanted to run my own business. Still, I was regretting getting involved and I felt so torn because I already have feelings for them.
I know their tells and they know mine. We…fit. Somehow, and I don’t want to let it go. I want to explore it. But not at the expense of Logan’s career and my reputation.
I went back home and buried myself in a book. I called his assistant and told her I fell ill and would be back Monday. I studied even though I knew the information from the inside out. It was nice to go back to my old days before two men paraded into my life and left me in cahoots.
Sarai came home and we had a nice girls night. We watched movies and ate alfredo pasta. I told her how I really felt about the two of them and it was nice to talk it out.
“You don’t feel like you like one more than the other?” She asked me.
I tugged my sweat shirt tighter.
“No. I guess it is a little weird. But when I think about them I get the same level of excited and I kind of never think about them alone, always together. Maybe I am crazy and they are the same person.” I laughed nervously.
I was annoyed and angry at Logan for not calling me back or answering my text. So technically, Jake was higher on the list but still, it affected them both. If a scandal ruined Logan, it would ruin them. So I had to talk to him. I wanted to give him a heads up in case these rumors were strong and could actually do something to him. I did not want to tell him over text because that would be…wrong, in some way.
But he didn’t answer, still.
“Wow. That must be a rush. I wonder what it’s like.”
“It’s insane. Right now it’s frustrating because I don’t know what I want to do. If I leave the internship, he’d only be involved with a student and not both his employee and student. If I break it off with them I don’t know how well I could focus on work. I just feel like I can’t really…have it all.”
“Aw,” she came over to me and hugged me on the couch, “you can. Just, give it two days. Men literally need a day to reread the message and then reply. He probably thinks you have some big news to tell him, like you love him or something.” She laughed, but it was too plausible to ignore.
I stiffened and she felt it. She moved back and tilted her head.
“Wait, you don’t…are you in love with them both?”
My heart was in my throat, and I couldn’t find words. But I knew what I wanted to say. I stared back at my friend. My dear frie
nd who was the only thing keeping me together all this time.
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
Twelve: Jake
I beat the bag like it had personally wronged me. I went until my knuckles were numb and I sweat through the wraps. Then I tied a new set and kept going.
I hit the weights pretty hard when I was done. I was in the gym for hours. Frustrated. The market is flux, work is killing me and I hadn’t seen Madeline in a week.
It worried me and confused me because I didn’t know why I was even so worried in the first place. I mean I like her, but I always had a problem separating liking a woman versus liking her body. This was different because I couldn’t separate.
I like Madeline’s body. Her pert breasts and that round ass, so luscious and smooth and the way her hair falls over her shoulder and neck in the sexiest of ways. And I like her. She is intelligent, and driven. She knows what she wants and she goes for it, and I respect that about her. She can be a shark in business.
I couldn’t get her out of my head and I wasn’t alone in it. Logan and I revel in her even after she is gone, talking about her like she has the key to life. The key to our dicks, maybe.
But sine I hadn’t heard from her I thought she had run or something. Maybe we moved in too fast, and she got cold feet or got scared. I didn’t imagine her doing that without her talking to us first, she wouldn’t just leave her work. And she does work for us at the end of the day. I had to believe it was something else.
I finished up the gym and headed to the sauna. I must have sat in there for nearly a half hour, because I downed almost a gallon of water when I got out. I headed back to my place and got ready for work. I thought about Madeline in the shower, I think about her all the time but it was bad today, I didn’t know why.
I thought of her voice, like bells and fucking Christmas because she was always so sweet and enthusiastic. And her face, so soft and sweet but those lips were like a drug to me.
The way they grip my cock and coax my lips. Halfway through my trance I had my hands on my cock, imagining her face. Her body. Her pussy, so tight and wet, gripping me, drawing me in. I was trapped in her, I want her.
I need her. So, where is she?
I pumped myself harder and faster as I imagined her, taking another cock as she got ready for mine. Her breasts bouncing, her hips rolling as she took every thrust. Her moans, so sexy and uninhibited. Natural, loud, yet sultry. I let it ring in my ears as I pictured her. Looking up at me with those wide eager eyes. I focused on her lips and then I came with a hard shudder and jerk of my cock. I should stop doing this, that shit clogs the drains.
I finished up and dried off. I barely even had an appetite, so I just had my coffee. I wandered around my apartment in my boxers for a while before I talked myself into getting dressed. I kept imagining when Madeline was her, on the bed and elsewhere. I refused to realize it for a while but I miss her.
I wanted to call her, but every time I tried I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t even talk to Logan about it, I didn’t want him to think I was trying to take her for myself. In a way, I don’t think I could keep her alone. It was something I thought about. Us, together. But somehow not her with either of us.
I dressed in an actual suit, which I almost never do. With everything going on in the office I felt like I had to at least look the part of a business man. We never hang this low, and I didn’t know what it was. Of course it wasn’t a big dent or anything, but still.
Madeline’s startup might just put us back on, and get us in new markets. If she was even still with us. That’s it, I have to figure it out today.
I drove to the office and said my polite hellos before I got in my office. I sent Logan a text, telling him to meet me. I helped myself to some scotch from my bar, it would be one of those days.
Moments later he was in the office, brooding in his suit like he always is.
“Why do you always look so pissed off?” I asked him. He made a face and then sat on my couch. I went around my desk and sat on the edge, passing him a drink.
“Any change?” He pointed to the screen I had with Nasdaq on it.
“No. Nothing. What was it?” I asked him.
“Tech9. The new technology startup. They bought a ton of apps and then stacked the sales.”
“Fucking cunts, are you serious?” I downed my drink. I needed another one. Five more maybe.
“Yeah, man.” He gave me a look and we both knew what we had to talk about.
So I grabbed the whole bottle and sat down across from him.
“What’s going on with Madeline?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her in a week. She hasn’t called.”
“I don’t know.” He was lying, because he fidgeted with his fingers as he blinked at me.
“It doesn’t seem like her. She missed the meeting the other day. We don’t have any of her paperwork on file, she is still an intern here. Well, at least I thought she was.”
His eyes widened at that and he ticked his jaw as he shook his head. “I didn’t know that.” He graveled.
“Yeah. So what is the deal?”
“She called me last week. A couple times and I…I never responded because I had to see for myself.”
“See what?” Had he been alone with her? Was I jealous? I had no idea. I had trouble even thinking straight. But I knew he wouldn’t do that.
“I heard students talking about me at school.”
“They’re always talking about you. You’re their eye candy.” I shrugged. He shook his head.
“What? No, they were saying they heard I was seeing a student.”
“Oh fuck.” I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe it was serious.
“Yeah. So I had to keep my distance until I got to the bottom of it. But it was just talk, nothing more than a rumor started by an angry sorority girl. I think she came onto me and I rejected her.”
“You think?” I asked. He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell. Some of the students have…different measures.”
“Yeah, right. Back to Madeline. Why didn’t you call her back? I didn’t want to call her myself because I thought it would complicate things. Maybe we…went too fast and she doesn’t know how to handle it.”
He shook his head as he stood, giving me an incredulous look.
“No, she’s fine. It’s good you didn’t call her but we should fix it now.”
I arched my brow. “How, a conference call?” I scoffed.
“No. Let’s go and pay her a visit.”
Thirteen: Madeline
I spent the whole day studying in my apartment, having completely lost track of the time. My muscles were stiff, and I felt tired, so when I heard someone at the door, I was reluctant to answer. It was dark outside, and all I wanted at the moment was to wrap up studying and get some rest. After a few moments of internal debating, I decided to chase away whoever was at the other side of the door and hit the sack.
My jaw dropped when I opened the door and found Logan and Jake in the hallway, holding two plastic bags. My heart picked up its pace, my pussy warming when I noticed how sexy they looked in their suits.
“Guys? What are you doing here?”
Logan flashed his perfect smile at me. “We haven’t seen you in a while, and we wanted to check up on you.” Oh. They were worried about me?
“Also, we brought you dinner,” Jake said and raised the bag he’d been carrying in the air, and I saw take out Asian food.
My chest inflated with joy and gratitude, and I didn’t know what to say, completely touched. This was definitely something I hadn’t expected.
Their eyes moved down my body, and I remembered I was in my yoga pants. I blushed, embarrassed that they had to see me dressed like this. I didn’t feel I looked professional or sexy, while they were the epitome of sexiness.
“Thank you so much. Um, please come on in.”
I stepped aside to let them pass, not failing to notice their gazes filled with lust as they passed me, and
it set my insides on fire. Their fragrances filled my nostrils, and it was all I needed to start longing for them badly.
All just like that, I wasn’t tired anymore. I led them to my living room and sat them down, unsure of how to explain my sudden absence these days. I’d been trying to put the distance between us, so I avoided them, but the truth was that I wanted them more than I’d ever thought it would be possible.
“Thank you for coming here.” I sat at the chair across from the couch and clasped my hands together in the lap.
“There’s no need to be uncomfortable about this, Madeline,” Logan said. “We really wanted to see you.”
“Yeah. We’ve been wondering if we pushed you too far, you know. Are you okay?”
I blushed again and averted my gaze, trying to find the right words. “Actually, I think we’re playing with fire here. I’m worried someone might find out. My roommate told me she heard that you”—I looked pointedly at Logan—“Are seeing a student, and I just panicked. I could lose everything if anyone ever found out about us, so I didn’t want to take my chances.”
Logan came in front of me. “Honey.” He crouched and took me by hands. “That is just a rumor. I’m sure that no one actually saw us.”
“But how can you be so sure?”
“Because they tried connecting me with students in the past, which was complete bullshit. I’m sure they are doing the same thing now, but they don’t actually know anything.”
Jake stood up and went behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and the touch soothed me and excited me at the same time. “I agree with Logan. Don’t worry about it. No one knows, and no one will know.”
Logan moved his thumbs over my palms, further enticing me, and it became difficult trying to distance myself from them. I didn’t want to because what I felt for them was stronger than my reason.
“Yes. We’ll make sure it stays a secret,” Logan assured me.
“Do you like being with us?” Jake asked me.
I twisted my head to look at him. “Yes, I do. In fact, I enjoy it too much.”
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