Fatalism

by LK Collins

  I had Vincent drive us home and thought there was no better time to bring up the work situation. I didn’t want to spoil a good day, but we were both so relaxed and at a good mental place together. It was now or never.

  I turned towards him and tucked my foot underneath me. “I need to talk to you about work,” I said.

  His eyebrows creased, and I saw his grip on the wheel tighten. “So talk, beautiful.”

  I took a deep breath. I could do this. If he cared for me the way he said that he did and had shown me this weekend, he would understand.

  “I don’t want to tell anyone at work that we’re dating. Not yet anyways.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “Why not?”

  “I love my job and have worked really hard to get to where I am. I’ve made my rules clear to a few of my co-workers, and I don’t want them to feel like, after knowing you for a week, I’ve changed who I am. I don’t want them questioning my character. I’m not saying that I don’t want to ever tell anyone, but can we give it a little time?”

  He was silent for a few minutes, and I gave him that. I didn’t want to push him.

  “Fine. I can wait a few weeks. But I’m not ashamed to tell the entire world that you’re mine. I get what you are saying, that you’ve been there longer and don’t want others to question your character. But I can’t promise that I’ll be able to control myself around you.”

  “I’m not ashamed of you. I want you to know that’s not what this is about. I’m just scared, but I’m willing to take the risk for you. I just want to ease into this to give everyone some time to see us together and slowly they will see it coming. I don’t want to start office gossip. Two weeks. I promise.”

  “Shit, shit, shit! I cannot believe you let me oversleep.”

  Vincent was leaning on the doorframe to his bedroom, dressed in a navy blue suit with a cup of coffee in his hand and a grin on his face.

  “Don’t yell at me. I tried to wake you. You’re the one that overslept.”

  I glared at him and struggled to get my stocking up without snagging it. “How’s it going to look if we both walk in late and my car is already there?”

  He shrugged his shoulders and sat his coffee on the dresser next to him. “No one is going to notice. Stop worrying.”

  I rolled my eyes and slid on a pair of underwear, my skirt, and shoes. I stormed past him on a mission to make my point that I was pissed.

  He grabbed me by the waist with a frown on his face. “Why did you put underwear on?”

  I narrowed my eyes and inched closer to his face. “Because I’m pissed off at you for letting me oversleep, and for that, I don’t want you thinking about me not wearing underwear all day. I call this payback, so don’t think you’ll be getting lucky today.”

  He laughed out loud. “If you think that wearing underwear is going to stop me, you’re dead wrong. I’ll tear those off of you in half a second without thinking twice. And yes, I will get lucky today, so you better watch yourself.”

  He cupped my ass in both of his hands. He leaned in to kiss me, and my lips parted, inviting him in. He scent was intoxicating, and that suit did things to me. He stared into my eyes and breathed heavily, squeezing my body.

  “Mine,” he murmured, biting my bottom lip. “Two can play this game, beautiful.” He released me and walked away.

  What the hell?

  I stood in his room, frozen. I was the one pissed off, and now, here I stood alone, panting, and damp. Damn him. I peeled my underwear off and stormed into the kitchen. Yes, two could play this game, so game on. Vincent was making us coffee when I approached him. He handed me a travel mug, which smelt delicious, and I threw my underwear at him and stormed into the garage.

  We drove in silence, and I pretended to be angry when really I was horny. I wanted him and he teased me; that’s what really pissed me off. After he parked the car, I threw my door open and started towards the building.

  He yelled to me, “If you don’t want to tell anyone about us, it may look weird if I carry your purse into the office.”

  Shit.

  I turned around and kept the glare in my eyes. “Isn’t it time for you to go to court?” I snapped.

  He pulled me to him. “Court isn’t until two. I told you, I can’t promise I’d be able to control myself. If you keep running from me with this attitude, I’ll be forced to show you what you mean to me.”

  He kissed me passionately, and I melted in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him and threaded my fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck. He possessed my mouth like I loved, and I let him take control. He pulled away and drank me in with his eyes.

  “Please try and be good today. I’m already hard.”

  I looked up at him through heavy lids and nodded my head. I sucked on my bottom lip trying to calm the flame within me. He smacked my ass, and I almost came undone with the desire it brewed.

  We took the elevator up, and once we reached our floor, we made our separate ways to our desks. The morning had passed by in the blink of an eye. Vincent had left for court and I had so much work to get done. It was hard to stay on task in between the bantering back and forth text messages.

  Autumn, from reception, approached my desk, hiding behind a huge bouquet of white roses. My heart sped up, causing my stomach to tighten with the anticipation of the note. She sat them down, and I noticed there had to have been over four-dozen roses tucked into the large crystal vase.

  “Girl, I don’t know who sent these to you, but I’m jealous,” she ranted.

  I smiled and snatched the card. “Thanks, Autumn.”

  She rolled her eyes and sauntered off. I don’t know what more she wanted me to say. We weren’t enemies, but we most certainly were not friends, and there was no way I was going to get into who they were from with her. Quite frankly I think she was jealous of my position.

  The card was white like the roses, and it read:

  Beautiful,

  Thank you for an amazing weekend. I’m sad I won’t sleep tonight. Next time I’m alone with you, I want you naked and covered in white rose petals.

  Until later, only yours XOXO, Vincent

  I pulled my cell phone out; my fingers didn’t seem to move fast enough as I texted him.

  The flowers are beautiful. I’m sorry you won’t be able to sleep tonight. I have to make things right with Cara. We’ll spend tomorrow night together, I promise. You, me, and white rose petals…

  Cara was home before me, and I walked in with my apology in hand. Corona, lime juice, and dinner. She was on the couch playing on her iPad with the TV muted.

  I placed everything on the kitchen counter smiling at her. She patted the seat next to her, and without hesitation, I went over to sit next to her. Tears filled my eyes, and I tried to control them.

  I wrapped my arms around her and said, “I’m sorry I let you down.”

  She pulled away from me, sitting back on the couch. “Don’t be sorry. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. Jon blew me off, so I was pissed and took it out on you. It wasn’t your fault. Clearly things between you and Vincent have progressed, and I haven’t been there for you.”

  I couldn’t help the smile that took over my face just thinking about Vincent. “You could definitely say things between us have progressed. He’s amazing.”

  She grinned at me. “I’m so happy for you. I haven’t seen you smile like that in years. You have to tell me everything.”

  “Of course. Let’s eat while I fill you in on the weekend.”

  Dinner was awesome. It felt great to indulge. I told Cara every detail of the weekend I shared with Vincent. She was extremely interested and I could tell she was genuinely happy for me. I was unsure as to how she was going to react to the news that we were dating, but she was happy. I picked her brain for details of what I was supposed to do and not to do. Most was common sense, thank God.

  After hours of talking we said goodnight. I went into my room and turned the sh
ower on. I stepped in, allowing the hot water to cascade over my body. As I lathered myself, I thought of the text messages I had been exchanging with Vincent all night. He was sweet and feisty all at the same time. He teased me for leaving my underwear with him. I had to laugh at myself; I couldn’t believe I had thrown them in his face. A week ago I would have never dreamed of doing something so brazen, but he brought out a confidence within me. It was as if the need I felt for him pushed me to go outside of my comfort zone. Knowing Vincent was mine was all I needed. I turned the shower off and hated thinking of spending the night away from him.

  I dried quickly and threw on a pink cami and matching boy shorts. I walked into my closet and contemplated what to wear to work tomorrow. I wanted to look sexy for Vincent. Court had been postponed, and he would most likely be in the office all day. I held up a sleek blue wrap dress and a cream button up dress with a wide belt. I couldn’t decide which one I preferred so I laid them on the bed and went in search for a pair of shoes.

  “I like the blue one.”

  I jumped is shock. Shit he was here.

  “You scared the crap out of me.”

  He chuckled with light laughter and sauntered over to me. He was wearing his signature basketball shorts and a t-shirt that clung to his massive frame, showing off his muscles. He wrapped me in his arms.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I do like the blue one better.”

  I slapped his arm, but he didn’t flinch. “What are you doing here?”

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t spend the night away from you. Please let me stay, I just want to sleep in your arms. I promise I’ll behave. Trust me, I know I’m still in trouble for this morning.”

  I smiled at him as my heart raced in my chest. I couldn’t believe he was here with me and wanted to stay the night. I wanted nothing more, well I did want more. Payback for this morning was in order, and I was going to have fun with him for leaving me standing in his bedroom panting and about to explode.

  “How did you get in here?”

  He kept me tucked in his arms and spoke softly. “Cara let me in. I think she may even like me. I thought I was going to have to argue and plead my way in, but she was really cool.”

  Keep your cool, Alexa. Remember, payback for this morning.

  “Yeah, she’s adjusting to the thought of us dating. You really want to stay the night and not have sex?”

  He swallowed hard and nodded his head.

  “Okay. You can stay as long as you behave. Remember, you’re still in trouble for letting me oversleep this morning?”

  A grin spread across his face, and he leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head and wiggled out of his arms. He stood there, confused and clearly frustrated. I walked into my bathroom and watched in the reflection as he ran his hands through his hair and stared at my ass. He didn’t notice I saw him, so I bent over slowly to pick my towel off the floor. He shook his head and fell back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his face. I was having fun with this. He was so easy to mess with.

  “Do you need anything before I turn the lights out?”

  He didn’t speak and was still lying on top of the covers. His forearm was covering his face, and without speaking, he shook his head.

  “Are you going to get under the covers?” I asked.

  He shook his head again, so I slid in on my side and kept my back to him. The bathroom light was on, spreading a small dusting of light through my room, but other than that, it was dark. Vincent lasted all of thirty seconds before he got under the covers. I scooted my bottom towards him as he clung to my body. He pulled me tightly against him and possessively wrapped his arms and legs over me. I felt his erection pressing into me, and I moaned, turning my head to expose my neck to him. He held me tighter, and I felt like I could barely breathe.

  “Fuck. I don’t think I can stay. It may be better if I miss a night’s sleep than staying here to be tortured by your prefect little body.”

  I moved my neck again, asking for him to give into me. His heart was pounding against my back, and I moved my foot to rub his calf.

  “Please, don’t. I’m doing everything I can to control myself. Every fiber of my being wants to be inside of you right now. I know how your tight little pussy feels, and you playing with me like this, has it screaming for me. If you move one more inch or make another noise, I’ll lose control. I will devour every piece of you and fuck you all night. Then neither of us will sleep because I will be buried inside of you all night long. Sleep is the only thing that will allow me to control the beast inside of me.”

  He was perfect in so many ways. I was so aroused by his words, not to mention, the possessive grip he had on my body. I bit my lip to stifle the moan held deep within my throat. I was unable to stop it, and a whimper escaped, unleashing Vincent’s beast.

  Instantly, he was on top of me, and I was helpless beneath him. He took both of my hands and moved them above my head, holding them in a vise with one of his hands. My legs instinctively parted and wrapped around his body. He pressed his lips to my throat, and I tilted my head to let him kiss me. The attention he showed my body with his mouth was as if his life depended on it. He released my hands and my fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, as I tugged it over his head, my nails scraped his back.

  Once I had his shirt off, I looked for friction to calm the flame between my legs. I pushed my pelvis against him, and his fingers found my hair. He threaded them into the long strands and gently tugged on the roots. I sat up in his grip, kissing him, and he easily fell back, allowing me to take control. I kissed his jaw and neck and then worked my way down to his perfectly sculpted chest. His hands worked my nipples as they strained the fabric of my cami. He pulled it over my head and led one of my breasts to his mouth. I cried with pleasure as he teased the sensitive bud with his tongue. He rolled the other nipple in between his fingers and then gave it the same attention with his mouth.

  Persistently, I pushed my pelvis against him. The moment he released my nipples, I left a trail of kisses down his perfect body. When I reached his stomach, I licked along the hem line of his shorts before reaching in. His beautiful cock was waiting for me. I licked the cum that waited on the tip and then began swirling my tongue around him. I stroked him as I kissed and sucked on the tip with my mouth. And with my free hand, I tickled his balls.

  “Fuck babe. Stop teasing me.”

  I had played long enough and couldn’t wait to have him all the way in my mouth. I slid him in my throat as deep as I could take him. On my way up I swirled my tongue and gripped him aggressively. I continued this over and over, enjoying the pleasure I could feel building within him. He thrust his hips into my mouth and slid his hand inside of my shorts, cupping my sex and caressing my wet clit. The feeling of him finally touching me after twenty-four hours was incredible. I sucked him hard and fast, feeling him tighten. I knew he was close to coming, and I wanted him, every last drop of him. He was mine, and I wanted to show him that.

  “Babe, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” I couldn’t help the happiness I felt as he exploded in my mouth, cursing and calling my name. I swallowed, savoring the taste of his sweetness. I slowed my movements, but I didn’t stop as I continued to slowly suck him. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled away and pinned me underneath him

  “You’re quite talented with your mouth. That was amazing,” he said.

  When I cupped my hand over his cheek, he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes.

  “I feel the same way about you.”

  He kissed me, and didn’t waste a minute of time as he slid his large cock into me. Since I was used to his size, pleasure immediately spread through my body. He moved from kissing my mouth to my neck, and he slowly rocked his hips in and out of me. I moved my hips against him to meet him thrust for thrust, wanting more of him—needing more of him.

  “Tell me what you want.” he said.

  “Harder, please. I want to feel you deeper.”

  He stopped his movem
ents, pulling out of me, and met my gaze with carnal hunger. “Bend over and grab onto the headboard.”

  I did as he asked and wrapped my hands over the top of the wooden headboard. He spread my swollen lips with his soft fingers and nested the head of his cock inside of me. It didn’t take him long till he was slamming into me. The pleasure was immediate, and I screamed into my pillow. He continued to pound me from behind. Holding my hips like a vice and pushing deep inside of me. It caused my body to shake and quiver in a mind blowing orgasm. Vincent came with me, gripping me tightly as he poured himself inside of me.

  The week had progressed quickly. Vincent and I became good at hiding our relationship at work. We thoroughly enjoyed spending the nights cuddling and relaxing before we got tangled up in one another. If I wasn’t at his house, he was at mine, Cara seemed to take a liking to him. They found it funny to gang up on me.

  The three of us decided to go to the movies tonight, and Vincent had invited Abel. Cara said she was cool if he joined, and since she had sworn off tattooed men forever, he didn’t have a chance.

  It was Friday night after six, and I was finishing up what the guys needed for court next week. They had discovered new evidence in the Albertson case and were hoping to have a verdict by the end of the week. Vincent and I were the only two left in the office, and it was silent, minus him in his office on the phone.

  He finally hung up, and yelled out to me, “Babe, can you bring me the Albertson’s bank account file?”

  I hopped up and went into his office. He was typing away and didn’t stop to acknowledge me when I walked in.

  As I walked around his desk, he said, “Thanks, babe. I’m almost done and we can go.”