Irresistibly Undeniable

by Zoey Derrick

  She nods and tries to wipe her tears away.

  I lock the front door, grab my bag and then go to the kitchen for a glass of something, anything. I search her cabinets and find nothing, and then I notice wine glasses in the sink and I find a bottle of wine in the fridge. I pull it out and find two clean wine glasses, pouring one for each of us before returning to her room. I hand her a glass. “Here, might help,” I tell her and she takes it with a sad smile but she swallows half of it before setting it on her bedside table. I add my glass before hanging my bag in her walk-in closet. I come out and she’s still sitting there. She’s wearing pajama pants and an old ASU t-shirt. “I’m going to crawl in bed with you,” I tell her and she stands, pulls back her covers and she slides into bed and slides over. She lies on her side, facing me. “Roll over, princess, I want to hold you.”

  A weak smile spreads across her face and she does as I’ve asked. I pull my shirt over my head and slide in behind her. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me and her silent tears continue. I reach over and turn out her light and that’s how we fall asleep, wrapped in each other arms. It takes her a while but eventually her breathing settles into a slow and rhythmic pattern. Mine follows shortly after.

  Chapter 58

  Ireland

  “Gasoline” - Halsey

  “Bad Blood” - Taylor Swift

  “Pay Dearly” - Johnnyswim

  Last night, I realized that I am falling wholly and completely in love with Dyson.

  Wrapped in his arms, I cried silent tears of pity for myself, letting the emotions of my mom, the whole ‘my mother’s will’ debacle, Becca’s decision, her being an asshole, and finally, having someone to hold me when I needed them most pour out of me. It was a pretty heady thing.

  I wake up and stretch. My bed is cold and empty and my clock says it’s just after six. Remembering that Dyson wakes up early, I wonder if he’s already left. Then I see his bag hanging in the closet and I know he’s here somewhere and I get up in search of him.

  I find him sitting on the couch, bent over his laptop and staring intently at something on the screen I can’t see. “It sucks waking up alone,” I tell him and he jumps. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

  His eyes meet mine and they’re full of everything I realized I was feeling last night. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” he asks.

  I shake my head. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

  He comes over to me and runs his knuckles gently down my cheek. “I was going to come wake you in a few minutes.”

  “Then I’ll go back to bed.” I smile.

  “There’s my tigress.” He smiles back at me.

  “I need to take a shower.” I put my hands on his hips and pull him toward me. “Care to join me?”

  “You only have to ask, princess.” I smile and turn toward the bathroom, pulling my t-shirt over my head as I go. He’s hot on my heels and he wraps his arms around me, holding my back to his front. His erection presses into the small of my back and I shiver. His hands roam up my body as he guides me in front of my mirror. His eyes are hooded as his hands roam up my stomach to cup my breasts and his fingers roll my nipples between them. I lift my head, putting it against his shoulder, giving him better access. He releases one of my nipples and moves my hair out of his way before returning his hand to my breast and planting gentle, full open mouth kisses along my neck and shoulder.

  My sex heats. Pleasure pools in my core desperate to feel him inside of me. Watching Dyson torture my body is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He releases my breast and his hand slides down my stomach, into the waist of my pajama pants until his fingers find my slick sex. “So wet, so needy.” His breath caresses my shoulder as he talks and I moan as his fingers circle around the sensitive bundle of nerves. My body trembles in time with his gentle strokes and my orgasm rises to the surface. Watching Dyson is a new experience I want to have more often. The tenderness he treats my body with is something else entirely and now I can see it firsthand with the help of the mirror.

  He releases my nipple and slides his hand down to join the other, only he’s using it to push my pants down my legs, exposing my sex for him to see in the mirror. His hand is cupped against my pubic bone and my trembling picks up a notch. “If I didn’t know better, Ms. McKidd, I’d think you like watching me play with your body.”

  I shudder and give him a wicked smile as we make eye contact through the mirror. His smile sends a new fire through my veins and his hand comes away from my pussy. I’m disappointed, but he pulls my pants down to my ankles and I brace myself against the sink. My breasts are on full display as they hang between my arms.

  I barely recognize the wanton woman in the mirror. Her mouth is hanging open, her eyes are hooded and full of orgasmic promise as Dyson stands behind me. He grabs hold of my hips and pulls them back. The angle changes and I see him naked behind me as he strokes his cock. “Watch, princess,” he tells me as he presses his cock along my slit and my eyes roll up but I bring them back, focusing, finding his eyes to focus on.

  As he slips inside of me, his eyes flutter, the color disappearing briefly as the pleasure my body is bringing him registers. His body shakes gently as he slides all the way inside me. I cry out. “Oh god, Dyson, harder,” I breathe.

  I need him hard, fast. I need him to take control of my body the way he always does and he doesn’t hesitate. His fingers grip onto my hips, holding on as if his life depends on it.

  I watch as the most beautiful expression crosses his face as he looks at me in the mirror. It’s gentle compared to his pounding into me. I can’t describe it, but I know now that he loves me as much as I love him and that newfound knowledge pushes me over the edge as I explode around his cock. His own orgasm consumes him.

  Like any other morning this week, we showered, together. He cleaned my body from head to toe and it was the most delicious torture I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

  Just wanted to remind you of me today, he’d said as he brought me near orgasm again with his gentle washing of my body. He was right. I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind all morning, or afternoon for that matter. Like yesterday, Dyson had lunch delivered for me and I need to remember to thank him for that. Despite the distraction of the gentle reminder of Dyson between my legs, I felt fully confident in the work I accomplish today.

  Between Dyson holding me last night, then him giving me a few moments to forget, I haven’t thought much about what I’m going to do in regards to Becca wanting to abandon me and the apartment we’re sharing together. What can I do? I’ve asked her repeatedly if there was something we could do. I told her over and over again that we’ve hardly seen each other in a week and we could continue to live that way. But she didn’t seem to care. I really think I’ve lost my best friend.

  I text Reese during lunch to ask him if Andy had been in touch and he was all too eager to tell me he had and they were meeting for drinks after work tomorrow. That made me smile. At least one of my friends is happy.

  At ten to five, my phone buzzes with a text and I pick it up.

  Dyson: Can you come up when you’re done? I have some things to finish up.

  Ireland: No problem. I got my laptop today. I can work too.

  Dyson: See you soon.

  Shelly comes into my office. I’ve been avoiding her like the plague after what happened earlier this week. I don’t know what her game is, but whatever it is I don’t like it, or her. “How are you getting along?” she asks. The problem I have with Shelly is she seems genuine and maybe she is to me, because I don’t think whatever is brewing for her has anything to do with me.

  “Good, I got quite a bit done today and now that I have my laptop, I’ll be getting some more work done outside of work.”

  “Don’t work too hard.” She smiles and sits down opposite me.

  “It’s impossible to work hard when the work is something you love,” I tell her as I close up my laptop and grab for my bag on the floor. Someth
ing else to cart back and forth from work.

  “This is very true. When do you think you’ll have your first draft done?”

  I think about it for a minute. “Probably early next week, depending on how the weekend goes. Am I missing a deadline?” I seem to remember the initial deadline as March fifteenth, but she obviously wants to see it sooner than that.

  “Nope, just had a feeling you’d beat everyone else.” Her tone is such that I feel like she’s accusing me of being a brown noser. I shrug it off. She stands up and continues, “Just so you know, Wellington doesn’t like over achievers.” Her voice turns to a sneer and I stare at her.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Oh, don’t play stupid with me. I’ve seen you going up to Tigress.” Her accusation, while true, sends me leaning back in my chair. “Just so you know, Dyson is mine. There is nothing you can offer him he can’t get from me.” Her lip curls. “Except business connections and a larger portfolio, something the likes of you will never understand.”

  My heart is pounding in my chest. I want to snap, to fight her on this, but that sneaking suspicion of maybe she’s right slides over me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell her, but my voice isn’t as sure as I want it to be.

  She leans in closer, placing her hands on my desk. “Watch yourself,” she growls at me before flouncing from my office and I sit there struck stupid by everything she’s just said to me. What a bitch.

  Suddenly Dyson’s idea of working for him starts to sound a little better and I wonder what Wellington would say if he knew what Shelly was up to.

  I grab my stuff and start to head for the door when Mr. Wellington walks past my office toward Shelly’s and I move to the door quickly, killing the lights as I listen. “Well?” the voice says. It’s the same voice from the other night and suddenly my entire world comes crashing down on me. “Is she going to back off?”

  I hear a catty laugh from Shelly’s office. “Oh yeah, she’ll back off alright.”

  My heart sinks as fear courses through me. Something tells me my days at Wellington are seriously numbered. I return to my desk, pulling a flash drive from my purse and open my laptop. I stick the drive in, and copy over the files I’ve saved in regards to my project and then copy a program that will cover my tracks after I delete all the files. I start up the program and set the laptop, open, in my bottom drawer so it will continue running. In about an hour, the entire laptop will be nothing more than a paperweight. Don’t ask me where the program came from, but this isn’t the first time it’s been used, though not by me. Any tech guy will be able to figure out the hard drive has been wiped clean and is no longer viable, but by then, I will be long gone from here. Let them come after me for the cost of the laptop. What I did is not illegal, just a little unethical. Shortly after I lock my laptop in the drawer, I see shadows moving in the hallway and my breathing stops. “He’s not going to have a choice in the matter,” Wellington states.

  “Yes, but he can cut ties with us easier than you can with him.”

  “Don’t worry about it, Shelly-belly.” What the fuck? “We’re going to have him where we need him and then we’ll be able to move forward with our plan. The firm is going bust. If we don’t tie our companies together with this project, we’re screwed.” The voices trail off as they move down the hallway. Fuck.

  I wait about five minutes before I sneak out of my office again. I leave my laptop and the cell phone they’d given me, and take what little personal stuff I had here and toss it into my purse before heading upstairs.

  When I get to reception, it’s empty since it’s after five. I walk back toward Dyson’s office and find Andy still at his desk. “Why are you still here?” I ask him and he smiles at me.

  “I’m usually here 'til six, but I’ve been told to take off.”

  I smile. “Good.” I wonder if I should pry into his meeting with Reese on Friday, but before I can ask, he answers for me.

  “I’m meeting your friend on Friday.”

  “Are you excited?”

  “No, I’m nervous as hell.”

  I chuckle. “Reese is a very easy going guy. I think you guys will get along really well,” I tell him and he smiles.

  “I agree.”

  “Good.”

  Dyson’s door opens and the two men who were here the other day step out and Dyson is right behind them with a somber expression on his face. I wink at Andy and walk to Dyson. The two men head down the hall to presumably the elevator.

  “Hey, princess.” His features soften, and I wrap my arms around him.

  “Hi you,” His arms wrap around me. “We need to talk,” I tell him and he stiffens.

  “Sure,” he says with hesitation.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, love. Come on.” He ushers me inside.

  “Good night, Mr. Cole.” Andy calls from the desk. I don’t hear a reply from Dyson. I assume he waves before closing his office door. The glass is black because of the meeting he was just in.

  “I need a drink.” He says as way of greeting. “Want one?”

  “Yes, please.” I say breathlessly.

  He goes to the sideboard and pours some amber liquid from a crystal canter into two crystal glasses. Bringing it over to me and I take it.

  “We have a problem,” I tell him, cutting to the meat of what I need to talk to him about. Something in his expression tells me something has happened and he’s upset about it.

  “What’s going on?” he says and his voice is cold, calculated almost.

  “Wellington is trying to fuck you over.” His eyes dart to mine and flare briefly then they narrow at me.

  “What are you talking about?”

  I remind him about the other night, after I heard him talking to Shelly and what happened afterward. He nods in acknowledgement, but it’s rather absentminded and it’s starting to make me worry. I stay focused on the task at hand. I need to tell him, let him know, then we can deal with him. I tell him about tonight.

  “That son of a bitch.” His eyes are staring at me. “He was using you?”

  “I think so. I think he saw something in me or between us that day and he figured he could use it to his advantage. I get the impression that’s why I wasn’t just a marketing assistant like I’d applied for. Then, they’ve had us working on this marketing plan with a deadline of the fifteenth of March for initial drafts and Shelly was in my face about when my first would be done. When I told her it would probably be done early next week, depending on how much work I got done this weekend.” I wink at him, but he’s not really seeing me and I don’t understand what could have happened before I got here that would put him on edge like this. I take a deep breath and continue about Shelly. “Then she got pissy with me about Wellington not liking ‘over-achievers’. I chalked that up to jealousy but then she turned on me. She told me you were hers and I couldn’t give you anything and she has wealth and business contacts that you need in order to succeed in business.”

  “That’s not true, and she fucking knows it.” He slams back his drink. “How’d she even know there was a connection?”

  “She claims she’s seen me going up to your office. Though I think she was just trying to bait me and I didn’t bite. She’s a bitch. But,” I reach into my bag and pull out the thumb drive. “I saved my project after their initial conversation. If I’d been smarter I would have gone into the servers, but I didn’t want to set off any alarm bells, and I left my laptop in the desk, along with the cell phone they’d given me and took my personal stuff. I’m no longer going to be their lapdog.”

  “They’ll bury you.”

  I shrug. “I don’t care. I know what I heard, and what I heard is unethical. Let them bury me. I seem to remember some super sexy, three-thousand dollar suit wearing CEO offering me a job.” I wink.

  “Today’s suit is only fifteen hundred.”

  “Oh, well.” I wiggle my eyebrows at him and for the first time I manage to make him smile. “Can you cut t
ies with them?”

  He nods. “I have an easy out clause. Our business relationship hinged on whether or not they could come through on this project. In hindsight, that might be part of the reason I didn’t want you working there in the first place. Somehow, I knew you’d come through for them. Have they seen any of your project?” he asks.

  “Not to my knowledge, but if I quit now, will that cause you legal problems?”

  “I doubt it. When you copied the file, did you delete it?”

  I smirk. “I did more than that.”

  He raises an eyebrow at me. “They can recover deleted items.”

  I snort, “They can, but they can’t recover them when the entire hard drive is being shredded by a nice little piece of computer software. That computer will be done for. They may be able to recover the hard drive, but the documents on it will be in tiny pieces throughout and by the time they can piece them all together, they’ll already have a breach of contract lawsuit on their hands.”

  “My little fucking tigress,” he says as he rounds his desk, coming for me.

  His lips slant over mine in a greedy, hungry kiss but he pulls back too soon. “I’ll have Charlie draw up an employment contract,” he smiles.

  “Good.” I grin.

  “Now, will you come with me?” The stony mask from before has returned and I don’t understand it.

  Reluctantly, I nod my head and he takes my hand, leading me from his office, down a hallway and deeper into the penthouse floor until we come across a conference room. Inside the room are the two men from earlier in his office tonight and earlier this week. They both stand as we enter.

  “Ireland McKidd, I’d like you to meet my lawyer, Charlie Dupree and my financial advisor, Mick Bass.”

  “M. Bass?” I scrutinize the man standing before me. I’ve seen him before, but I can’t quite place him. The name rings a bell from some crazy ass letter I opened last night in an effort to keep myself distracted as Becca packed up some of her stuff.