by T. N. King
“What the hell was that for?” she asked angrily.
“Stay away from him. He is nothing but a womanizer and a wolf. Guys like him will stop at nothing to get pretty girls like you into bed.”
She crossed her arms and squinted her eyes at him.
Chapter 12
The following week flew by. Megan played housewife during the day, dancing around the house as she worked and making special romantic dinners for Jensen. The evenings were filled with kisses and caresses, love making and long hot baths. He made her happy and she knew she was falling for him.
“I plan on going out to the Penthouse tomorrow morning,” he said, caressing her hair. She was lying next to him in his bed, her head on his chest, completely content and genuinely happy. “I have a meeting at noon, then we can spend the weekend there if you’d like.”
“I can’t believe tomorrow is Friday already. Where did the week go?”
“It flies by when you have a reason to get up in the morning…or go to bed at night,” he growled, rolling over on top of her and kissing her repeatedly. He rolled off her and got up out of bed. She watched his naked ass as he walked into the bathroom.
“Hmmm,” she smiled. “Is there anything special you will need?”
“My dark blue Armani suit,” he called out. “You choose the tie.”
She jumped out of bed and went to his closet. She pulled the suit out and slid on his jacket. She went through is ties and pulled the purple one she liked so much. She loosened it and put it on around her neck. When Jensen reappeared, he looked at her and smiled seductively.
“Look at you.” His eyes ran down her body as she modeled his jacket and tie on her naked body. He walked toward her slowly as she played with his tie and did a strip tease for him. He grabbed her before his jacket came off and pushed her up against the wall. His mouth was on hers before she could say a word and he kissed her hard. He wrapped his jacket around her body and pulled her to him, picking her up and wrapping her legs around him. He pushed his pelvis into her causing her to moan when she felt him hard against her. He grabbed his tie, wound it around her wrists and pulled them up over her head, kissing her savagely. He pushed into her and fucked her against the wall until they were both exhausted and satisfied.
They arrived at the penthouse early the next morning and he kissed her tenderly before leaving for his office. “I will be back around eleven for lunch.”
She went to the dry cleaners first thing to make sure his suit was ready for him by noon. Walking out, she knew she had a couple of hours to kill before it was ready so she mentally noted some items she would need for an amazing dinner for the two of them. She walked the two blocks to the grocer’s shop and on the way stopped in front of a bridal shop window. She glanced up at the elaborate white wedding dress and wondered if her day would ever come. She smiled a small smile imagining her new name.
“Mrs. Megan Dean,” she said softly. She shook the thought away, trying not to jinx herself. Just as she turned away, she saw Tristan walking directly toward her, his eyes already on her.
“Fancy seeing you here,” she said as he approached her. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were stalking me.”
“If I thought it would get me closer to you I would consider it.” His eyes danced when he smiled.
She looked at the ground and blushed. “Did you enjoy the ball?” he asked.
“I did. I never knew how much I liked to dance.”
“Would you like to get a cup of coffee with me?”
She hesitated and looked behind her as if Jensen was going to be there. She turned back around and looked at him. “Sure. Yeah, I’d like that.”
“There is a Starbucks right around the corner.”
They walked to the coffee shop and he insisted on paying.
“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
They sat at a table by the wall and talked about the ball and about consistently running into each other. She wanted to apologize for Jensen’s blind-sided punch to his face but didn’t want to butt into any problems they might have had between them.
“So, how do you like working for Jensen Dean?” he asked emphasizing his name.
“I like it. I never thought I would see myself taking care of someone else, but once I got into the groove of things, it comes pretty easily. Pay is good.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“How much did he pay you to pretend to be his girlfriend at the ball?”
“What?” She was taken aback by his question, losing all facial expression. “Why did you ask that?”
“I’m sorry,” he said smiling. “I’m not trying to sound presumptuous, it’s just that I was a bit surprised that he didn’t take his fiancée.”
“He isn’t involved with…anyone.” She felt her chest constrict.
“Is that what he told you?” he asked sympathetically.
“Actually, the subject never really came up.” She folded her hands in her lap and got quiet.
“I just talked to Kristina the other day. She never mentioned anything to me that there was trouble in paradise.” Megan sensed that Tristan was purposely trying to sabotage what she had with Jensen, but she wasn’t aware of a fiancée or ex-fiancée for that matter. He gave her his business card and put his hand on hers. “You might want to be sure before you get too serious with the guy. If you need a friend you can call me any time, day or night.”
She got up and grabbed her purse, keeping her head down. Tristan stood up and walked around the table toward her but she pushed passed him and walked quickly out the door. She ran back to the dry cleaners and grabbed his suit before driving back to the penthouse.
She convinced herself that Tristan was just trying to get to her. She was sure Jensen wasn’t a cheater. He was too kind, too amazing. They spent all of their time together when he wasn’t working. She shook most of it off before getting out of the car and heading to the lift. When she pressed the button, she heard it lowering, but then stopped. She looked up wondering why it wasn’t working properly. Actually, she wondered why it was even up in the loft in the first place. It was only ten-thirty so Jensen shouldn’t be back yet. She tried the button again, waited for it to lower, but again it stopped, and went back up.
“What the hell?” She walked out of the loft and around the house to the back entrance. She climbed the stairs to the upper deck and punched in the code. Just as she opened the door, Black popped out of the hallway. “Oh! You scared me. I didn’t know anyone was here. What are you doing here?”
“Making my rounds.”
“The lift isn’t working properly. I had to come in the back.” Each time she tried to walk around him he got in her way. “Is there something wrong?”
“No. I, uh, I have someone here.”
“Who is in there?” A woman’s voice came from the living room.
Megan stopped. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Jensen? Is that you?” A blond bombshell came down the small hallway seemingly annoyed. She looked familiar but Megan couldn’t quite place her. She looked Megan up and down and scowled. “Who are you?”
“I work for Mr. Dean.”
“Oh,” she said flatly. “Are you his new maid?”
Megan didn’t like the sarcasm and acerbity coming from this woman. “Can I help you with something?”
“I’d love a salad. Have you made lunch yet?”
“I’m sorry. Who are you?” Megan wanted to punch the woman in the nose.
“Kristina? I’m Jensen’s fiancée. Where the hell is he anyway?” She turned around and disappeared back into the living room.
“His….” Megan felt her face get numb. Black followed Kristina, leaving Megan there holding on to the newly pressed suit. Black returned and tried to make up something to explain to Megan. She dropped the suit on the floor and pushed passed him, her eyes welling up with tears. She ran into the bedroom and quickly grabbed her bag, stuffing her things into it.<
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She heard Black arguing with Kristina in the living room but she didn’t care what they were saying. She wanted nothing more than to get out of there. She didn’t know what she was going to do or where she was going to go but she needed to leave immediately. When she went out through the living room Kristina and Black were gone. She went to the lift and pressed the button repeatedly, trying to hold back the tears. It raised up to the loft with Jensen on it. He fidgeted and paced back and forth, looking up at Megan until it stopped.
“Where is Kristina?” he asked abruptly. He walked passed her and into the penthouse, quickly going from room to room looking for her.
Megan stood there with her arms crossed and her bag at her feet. She wanted nothing more than to get on the lift and never see Jensen again but she owed it to herself to get some sort of explanation from him.
When he walked back toward her he just looked at her, his mind moving quickly.
“What the hell is going on, Jensen? Who is Kristina?”
“Hang on.” He grabbed his phone and hit a few buttons. When he didn’t get what he wanted he scoffed. “Damn it Black! Call me immediately.” He went back into the living room and cursed loudly, throwing a lamp against the wall. It busted loudly sending pieces of porcelain across the floor. Megan slowly walked in stopping just inside.
“Who’s Kristina?” she asked quietly. He had his back to her, breathing heavily. “You are angry…because I found out about her, aren’t you?” She clenched her teeth together, fighting back the tears.
“What? No.” He walked over to her and tried taking her hands, but she pulled away from him. “She is my ex- fiancée. Actually, I don’t even know why I proposed to her. She was more trouble that she is worth.”
“You’re lying.” She shuddered a breath in and held it. “How could I have been so blind? To think a man like you could love someone like me.”
“Megan, what are you talking about?” he leaned toward her to pull her close.
“Don’t…touch me,” she said, putting her hands up. “I should have listened to Tristan.”
“What?” Jensen’s voice turned sharp very quickly.
“Tristan. I saw him this morning. Had coffee with him. He tried to warn me about you.”
“What is he, stalking you now? I get it. Yeah. He knows he can’t have you. He knows we are involved so he has his fucking sights on you.”
“Don’t turn this around. She was here, Jensen. Looking for you.”
“She doesn’t take rejection very well.”
She bit her bottom lip and shook her head, staring at him. “I can’t do this.” She picked up her bag and got on the lift.
“Megan. Don’t do this. Come back here and I can explain everything.”
She pushed the button and started descending down through the floor. “I’ll be out of the mansion by tonight.” She put her head down and disappeared from his sight.
Meeting Mr. Dean
PART TWO
Although Megan Jenkins loved Jensen Dean, she wasn’t going to be the other woman. She ended their relationship and left her employment as Jensen’s house keeper. With a new start, Megan finds a friend in her new roommate Lorena Mendez and finds new employment with Tristan Crawford, CEO of Crawford Advertising and Jensen’s rival. She makes more money with her new job and finds a friend in her new boss. She finds out about his love interest in her and with Jensen still knocking on her door, refusing to give her up, she struggles between the man she truly desires but should stay away from, and her boss to whom she isn’t completely interested in but treats her well and doesn’t expect her to be the other woman. Does Megan decide on taking the safe road but risking true love or do the trials and tribulations her life endures that pushes Jensen back into her life make her realize he is the man for her?
PROLOGUE
Jensen
“So in the light of the new information we have been given, you will see how the market fluctuates in our model for the rest of the month. Any suggestions on how to maneuver through this?” Jensen looked around at his associates sitting around the conference table.
“We could add a few more colors to their advertising for the new product. It could catch people’s eye a little better.”
“No, that won’t be any good. If people look at the market and pull back, they won’t be inclined to buy, no matter what.”
“Use sex. Sex always sells.”
“Can you elaborate on that, Jack?”
“Turn the entire advertising campaign around and seduce the hell out of it. A sexy model, pouty lips, a hot car. No matter what the product, it always works.”
“You might have something there.” Jensen pulled his phone from his pocket, looking annoyed. “Excuse me.”
He turned away and answered. “This better be good.”
“We have a situation,” Black said.
“Obviously. You rang me three times in a row. I told you I am in a meeting. Can’t you handle it?”
“You need to hear this.”
“I’m listening”
“Kristina locked herself inside your penthouse.”
“You have a key.”
“She…barricaded the doors.”
“What the fuck.”
“I keep hearing things being smashed inside. I called the cops but figured you should know.”
“Thanks.” He pocketed his phone and stood there scratching his five o’clock shadow. He quickly went back inside the conference room. “I’m sorry. I have an emergency I have to deal with. Chuck? Can you take over? Get the write ups and have them on my desk in the morning. We’ll go over them then. Everyone else good?” He looked around. When no one spoke, he nodded then left.
It didn’t take him long to get to his penthouse, but when he did, he didn’t see Black’s car. He got out and fished in his pocket for his key. When he got inside he hit the lift button and it immediately lowered without a problem. He shook his head, wondering what the problem was. When he got inside, he looked around at the mess she left.
“Kristina!” he shouted. He walked in through the living room and shouted her name again. Megan slowly appeared from her bedroom, a solemn look on her face.
“Megan,” he said surprisingly. “What are you doing here? Where’s Black?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t seen him.”
“Do you know what happened here? Did Kristina do this?”
“I don’t know. I want to talk to you. Who is the blond that was here before? Is it Kristina? The woman you keep asking about?”
He turned away from her and pulled his phone from his pocket. He held it to his ear and waited, pacing back and forth and looking at the broken glass scattered across the floor. “Black! Where the hell are you? Where is Kristina? Would you call me? Please?” He pocketed his phone and kicked a piece of glass from the mirror across the floor. “Fuck!”
“Did she find out about me?” Megan asked in tears.
“What?” Jensen turned toward her. “What are you talking about?”
“Kristina. She did this, right?” she asked pointing to the mess.
“So I have been told, yes.”
“What did you do, Jensen? How could you do this?”
“Megan,” she heard the desperation beginning in his voice. “I didn’t do anything. You have to believe me.”
“How can I believe you? Are you telling me she just randomly came up here and decided to trash your place for no reason? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“No, I didn’t say that. Kristina…she’s psycho. I broke it off with her before I even met you.”
“Yeah,” she said looking around. “It looks like you did.” She walked into the living room further. “I thought I was someone special to you?” She shook her head and held her hand up against him when he stepped toward her.
“Megan, you have this all wrong.”
“Save it! I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend. You have to listen to me.�
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“I think I’ve heard all I need to hear.” She ran through the living room and took the lift down to the ground.
When she disappeared, Jensen felt like someone ripped his heart out and left it there for him to watch die. He sunk to the floor and sat there trying to figure out what just happened. How did this turn around so quickly? How was Kristina still capable of doing so much damage in his life? How did he just lose someone like Megan Jenkins?
He grabbed his phone and dialed Kristina’s number.
“Baby! I was wondering when you were going to….”
“Why, Kristina? Why do you keep fucking with me?”
“What do you mean, baby?”
“When I told you it was over, I meant it. Do you want a piece of me?” His voice got angrier as it got louder.
“Oh, you know I do. I love your pieces,” she cooed.
“Why do you constantly interrupt my life? How the fuck did you even get in here anyway? You trashed my place! Not cool!”
“Let’s get together, Jensen. God I miss you. I could do things to you that most people wouldn’t….”
“Stop! What the fuck! It’s over! What part of that don’t you get?”
“The only thing I don’t get these days, is in your pants.”
Jensen scoffed.
“I’m serious, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your cock. Mmm. Let me come over. Let me take care of you.”
He felt a pain in his chest, where his heart was. He took a deep breath knowing that no matter what he said, she wasn’t going to listen. He made a final attempt anyway.
“Listen to me, and listen closely. If you don’t leave me and Megan alone, I will call the police and file a report against you.”
“No you won’t,” she said with amusement. “Stop playing around. I remember how you can’t resist me.”
