by Lewis, L. K.
Laughing with him I said, “I immediately scolded myself for not taking golf up sooner when I saw you. From first sight, you are without a doubt the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. I even tripped walking into your damn office I was so distracted! You were such a dick though. It’s still a wonder I forgave you so many times. I guess the heart knows what it wants though, because here we are, and I’m so happy for that,” I continued.
“I’m happy for that as well, Morgan. That’s enough memory lane for tonight I think. What do you say we focus on the present? I know just the thing to make you a very happy girl,” Drake said as he moved his hand from my waist, tipping my chin up to plant a sweet kiss on my lips.
I moaned into his mouth as Drake’s tongue met mine. We did nothing but kiss softly for a bit, enjoying each other’s taste as our tongues continued their dance.
“God I love your hand on my cock,” Drake said after I reached between us and started stroking him off. Drake tried to lower a hand down to massage me as well, but I batted his hand away.
“Let me do this, Drake,” I said as Drake lifted his eyebrows in question. I lowered my mouth to the base of his neck where it meets his shoulder, nibbling his skin as I mumbled, “I love the feel of your cock in my hands too.”
A few moments later Drake stood up, taking me with him as he grasped my legs that were still wrapped around him. “I need to be inside you. Now,” Drake demanded as he adjusted his grip on me, stepped out of the tub, and carried me to my room without bothering to dry us off. I used to hate it when he would take harsh, demanding tones with me, but now I can’t get enough of it. Drake is a very powerful man in his own right as he prepares to take over a fortune 500 corporation and I love when he uses some of that power with me, just as long as he doesn’t take it too far.
Still in his arms, we both crashed onto my bed in a passionate tangle of arms and legs. Panting heavily, Drake twisted my nipples between his fingers as he licked his way down my wet torso. Drake threw one of my legs over his shoulder and settled between my legs, lapping at my swollen flesh as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Oh God, Drake!” I screamed as my body quivered. It didn’t take long with him between my legs for my first orgasm to surface.
“That’s right, baby, come for me,” Drake growled. He didn’t let me recover from climax long before he started licking and sucking me again, throwing me right back over the edge. Holding onto the leg that was still over his shoulder, Drake slowly sat up, rubbing the tip of his cock over my folds, then thrust himself into my entrance. “Ahh, Morgan,” Drake said as he found his rhythm. I lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Sweat replaced the bathwater on our soaked bodies as we continued at this pace for what seemed like eternity. I cried out in ecstasy when Drake started massaging my clit. “I’m close, baby, I want you to come with me.”
“I’m right there,” I panted, and started to come as Drake stilled inside me. I felt his cock pulsing as his warmth spread through me, then he collapsed over me as we both came down from our orgasms. “Don’t ever leave me, Drake. I’ll always be your home,” I whispered into Drake’s ear as our heart rates started to slow.
“I’ll never leave you, Morgan. I’ll always be yours as well,” Drake said, then kissed my forehead gently and rolled me over onto his chest.
With that sweet memory still fresh in my mind, I pull myself out of the bathtub, dry myself with a towel, then crawl into bed. I fall asleep thinking of Drake, wondering where he is in the world, and if his heart feels as empty as mine.
Chapter 8
Adrian
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough. Its Morgan’s first day at Thompson Manufacturing. As usual, this is all going according to my plan for getting her back. I’m going to take Lana’s advice and be a constant support for Morgan. I’ll be familiar, reliable, trustworthy. I’ll remind Morgan of all of the ways we were so good together, without coming on too strong. She is hurting right now.
Two months after I exposed them to Drake’s father, creating their fallout at work and with each other, she is still pining for that loser Drake Baylor. I know they had a connection. I could see it from the first meet and greet at Baylor Industries. Drake is out of the picture now though. He hasn’t even contacted her. I just have to remind her that I’m here now, in the flesh. I’ll pick her heart up from the floor. I’ll support her needs for a career and independence. I’ll show her all the ways she should be loved. I’ll remind her how happy she can be with a relationship that is celebrated out in the open. One that her parents and peers alike support. One that doesn’t have rules. It will be like the old times when we were happy and in love, only without her parents controlling her every move. Morgan loved me once. I’ll just have to remind her how amazing our love was and wait patiently for her to come back to me. Then I’ll finally have everything I need, including Lana Lane finally off my back.
Drake
I’ve already started my Monday here in Zurich and it’s business as usual. I’ve fallen into a groove here and it’s actually kind of nice. Well, as nice as being forced to live thousands of miles and countries away from the one you love. I’ve kept my father up to date on my progress and not only does he seem pleased, but also impressed with my work so far. He hasn’t mentioned Morgan’s name, so I’m pretty sure he’s keeping tabs on me and knows I haven’t had any contact with her.
As I stare out of my office window, I can’t keep my thoughts from drifting back to Morgan. It always comes back to her. In a few hours she will be starting her first day working for Adrian at Thompson Manufacturing. My gut aches at that thought. Adrian is a snake. He is going to sink his venomous teeth into her and fill her head with his toxic ideas. He’ll continue to lie to her. He’ll tell her I’m never coming back and try to convince her that it’s his arms where she belongs.
My dark thoughts are interrupted when my assistant, Alina, walks into my office. She never knocks, she just walks in with the confidence – and I’ll admit…looks – of a supermodel. Her legs are never ending and she loves to accentuate them with high heels and short skirts. Not too long ago I would have already fucked her on every surface in this office, but not now. My heart belongs to one woman. Alina is a striking woman who screams sex and sensuality, but I’m not interested.
“Mr. Baylor.”
“Drake. Please call me Drake, Alina. Mr. Baylor is my father, I’ve explained that before,” I say as a shiver runs through me. I’ve been here almost two months and the thought of my father still makes my skin crawl.
“Drake. Sorry,” Alina says as she stands a little straighter. I can see her mentally restarting her thought process before speaking again. “Drake, I’m headed to lunch. Will you be taking lunch today? Would you care to join me?” Alina asks, not even bothering to hide her interest in me.
“No, Alina, thank you. I’ll be working through lunch as usual,” I reply. My regular sparring partner works a night shift at a factory near our gym. I’ve started to work through my lunches lately so I don’t feel guilty for heading out early to head to the gym so we can go a few rounds before he heads to work. Boxing wears my body out so I can actually get some sleep. Without Morgan in my bed, it’s the only way I’ve figured out how to fall asleep without drinking myself into oblivion, or popping pills.
Alina turns on her high heel and heads out of my office without another word, and I stare at the framed picture of Morgan sleeping in my arms that adorns my desk. That picture is all the motivation I need to work my ass off here and get back to her.
Morgan
I wake up right before my alarm is supposed to go off and run to my bathroom and throw up. God, I hope I’m not getting sick. I can’t start my first week at Thompson with the flu. I’m sure my co-workers would appreciate me calling in rather than spreading a stomach virus around the office. I’ve been feeling a little run down lately, maybe whatever I was fighting off finally caught up with me. Nothing is going to stop me from completing my first day at a new job. It’s most l
ikely nerves anyway. When I started at Baylor Industries, it was a job that my father had helped me to get. I was going to work for one of his golf buddies, and my mom had already set up a meeting with him first thing, so although I should have felt nervous, I didn’t. Anxious and excited maybe, but not sick to my stomach nervous like I feel now.
Working for Adrian should put me at ease, but as I struggle to keep ginger ale down while I shower and get ready for work, I realize just how uneasy I’m feeling. I take a few calming breaths, and remind myself that Adrian is a friend as well as a boss. He has seen me at my worst, and at my best. He has told me time and time again how great I am at what I do, and how comfortable he feels placing his company in my capable hands. With one last glimpse in my bathroom mirror, I grab my coat and head for my car. Thompson Manufacturing is a little longer commute than Baylor. It’s about thirty-five minutes by car instead of fifteen and on this beautiful late October morning a longer drive sounds perfect. A nice drive to work with my sunroof open letting the crisp fall air fill my lungs and soothe my nerves to some Explosions in the Sky is just what I need.
I arrive at Thompson Manufacturing about ten minutes before nine. It’s a good thing I am early because although I thought my stomach had settled on the drive over, the motion of getting out of my car and walking into the building is too much and I’m overcome with the need to vomit. I scurry into the bathroom and have just enough time to hang my purse and jacket on the back of the door before crouching down before the toilet and revisiting the ginger ale and toast I thought I might keep down. A few dry heaves follow my stomach’s contents, and I take a few deep breaths to calm my body before attempting to stand. Once vertical, I slowly exit the stall, grabbing my belongings and peering into the mirror while I wash my hands. Since when did I start looking so terrible? I know I haven’t slept well recently, and a loss of appetite has taken its toll on my slender frame, but damn, I really look like shit. I wet some paper towel and gently press it under my eyes, trying to minimize the redness caused by vomiting, but it really only removes some of the concealer I so badly need to cover my dark circles. That’s it, I need to vow to myself right here and now to make a healthy meal for myself every night and perhaps start some evening meditations to help me sleep better, ‘cause something’s got to give.
After composing myself, I find human resources. I fill out the necessary tax and other new employee paperwork, have my picture taken for my employee badge (which I’m sure will be awful given my current state), then head to Adrian’s office. I’m not quite sure if I’ll have my own office or where he expects me to be, so I thought I’d say hello and thank him again for hiring me.
I find Adrian’s office after taking a few wrong turns in the maze of hallways. Thompson Manufacturing does not take up the majority of a high rise building downtown like Baylor Industries does. It’s a large but spread out building that is only about four stories high, but takes up quite a bit of acreage in the outskirts of the industrial district.
I knock a few times on Adrian’s door, using the frame to hold up my weak body. Adrian looks up from his computer screen, his big blue eyes meeting mine.
“Good morning, Morgan, I’ve been looking forward to today all weekend,” Adrian says with a kind smile on his face.
“I think you have that backward. Don’t people usually dread Mondays all weekend?”
“Well most people don’t get to look forward to you joining their team at work, so I can understand why they might dread their weekends coming to a close. I get the pleasure of seeing your beautiful face today. That is why I’ve been looking forward to today all weekend.”
“That is very kind, Mr. Thompson, thank you.”
“Morgan, I know for a fact that even my father would kick your behind for calling him that. I know it’s a weird dynamic between us now that I’m your boss, but please call me Adrian.”
“I can do that. Where would you like me to put my things?” I ask, suddenly feeling a cold sweat cover my body, and needing a place to sit before I get sick again.
“You can have my old office right next door. I took over my father’s office when he had his heart attack,” Adrian says as his smile falls from his face slightly. He has always planned to take over Thompson Manufacturing for his father one day, but manning the helm of a large corporation in the absence of his ailing father is not exactly how he planned on doing it. Adrian has always been close with his parents. He has expressed his fears of losing his father at a young age to me before.
“Sounds great, Adrian. I’m going to go get settled in, you know where to find me if you need anything. I’ll come back in a little bit if that’s okay, and we will dive right in,” I say, and head for the door.
“Take your time,” Adrian says, as he turns back to his computer. “Oh, Morgan?” He calls to me as I’m almost through the doorway. I turn back to see Adrian smiling up at me. “Welcome aboard. I’m so glad to have you here.” I nod and turn towards my office, knowing full well that his statement had more than one meaning to it.
I quickly move around my desk, taking a seat and a few moments to gather myself. I really thought I’d be feeling better by now, maybe I really am getting sick. I settle into my office, taking in the masculine surroundings of what was recently Adrian’s office. It’s sparse but nicely outfitted with a standard black office desk, and upholstered chairs. It’s not as high-brow as Baylor Industries, but seeing as though it’s an office that is located in the hub of a large manufacturing plant, there really isn’t a need for bells and whistles. There is also a conference room located closer to the entrance of the building that has all of the latest state of the art technology needed to meet with potential business partners and sell them on all of the things Thompson can make for and with them. After stashing a few personal necessities in my desk drawer – toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, tampons, etc. – I adorn my desk with a single framed picture. The one Drake took of me sleeping on his chest. The one where his sublime happiness can’t be mistaken. It’s amazing how after about two months without even a word from Drake, I don’t miss him any less. I don’t love him any less. Even after all this time, my heart doesn’t hurt any less either. Taking this job not only puts me back on track for working towards a career and life I was currently derailed from, but it will also give me the distraction I need to move on from Drake. To be honest, I don’t think my heart will ever move on from him, but I can’t live like this forever either.
****
A full week later, and I’m finally starting to settle into my work here at Thompson Manufacturing. Adrian has so far proved to not only be a wonderful boss, but also a great friend. He didn’t waste any time catching me up to speed with some of the contracts they are working on, and was kind enough to leave me off the Baylor Industries team. After a hard week’s work last Friday, Adrian invited me to join him for a few cocktails to celebrate my first week. Still feeling a little run down, I almost declined his offer, but after giving it some thought, I figured if I really want to find some happiness in my life after two months of solitude and mourning, I’d better get back out there in the world and have a little fun!
Adrian took me to a great little bar not far from my place, but one that I’d surprisingly never been to. I guess because I met Drake shortly after moving to the city, I didn’t really give myself much of a chance to explore my neighborhood. Well, now is my chance.
“What can I get you?” Adrian asked as we settled into a booth in the back corner. The Friday crowd had taken up residence around the bar, so we chose a spot a little less noisy.
“I’ll have an extra dirty-“
“Beefeater martini, blue cheese stuffed olives? Your dirty old man drink, you’re still drinking those?” Adrian remembered.
“Well, it’s not Sunday, Bloody Mary Sunday…” I teased.
“Okay, one dirty old man drink coming up. Anything else? Are you hungry?”
“I’ll take water with lemon too, thanks. Oh! And menu sounds good,” I shouted as Adrian
walked to the bar, nodding his head acknowledging that he heard my requests.
It was too early in the evening for any live entertainment, which was good because I wasn’t in the mood for dancing, but someone behind the bar had cranked up an older Kings of Leon album to get the Friday crowd going. I noticed quite a few single people eye-fucking each other, so playing “sex on fire” was just what they needed to keep the mood going. Well, that and a little alcohol I suppose.
Adrian came back to the booth shortly with our drinks and menus and I tried not to let the pain in my heart show on my face as “Use Somebody” started to play. The words speak to me as if Drake is off somewhere singing them to me himself. The lyrics don’t fit our situation perfectly, but the idea of him out there somewhere missing me, trying to get to me, to make me notice him again, fighting for me … right now it’s really all I can hope for. Right now, I could use somebody like him too. Trying to move on from my deep thoughts, and bring my mind back to the present, I looked up at Adrian, meeting his gaze. Could Adrian be the one to mend my heart? He had my love once, could he have it again?
“You look sad, Morgan. What are you thinking about?” Adrian asked, with real concern in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. Those lyrics… I’ve always loved that song, and it has been so long since I’ve heard it, and it made me think of Drake and… I’m sorry,” I said, looking away from Adrian as I started to pick at my nails below the table.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I don’t know. You have been so kind to give me a job, and I’m really enjoying it. You have been such a great friend to me, and have listened to me as I talk about Drake, and how much I miss him. I know you have feelings for me, Adrian. It can’t be easy to hear someone you have feelings for go on and on about how sad they are that they can’t be with the one they love, when you are sitting right there, wishing it were you that they loved,” I rambled on, finally taking a breath and raising my head to once again meet Adrian’s gaze.
