Egotistical Executive: A Hero Club Novel

by K. L. Humphreys

I get within touching distance of him, reaching out with just a finger, I slowly caress my way down his body. "It's always the same dream. I sink to my knees." I slowly sink to my knees, undoing his pants as I do, "I take your thick cock into my mouth." His cock springs free, hard, thick, and beautiful. My tongue snakes out and I lick from root to tip.

  His hands tangle in my hair, "Christ, Buttercup."

  I wrap my mouth around his cock, I’d forgotten just how big he was, my hand wraps around the base of his cock and I start pleasuring him. I take him as far into my mouth as I can before gagging. I hear his strangled groan as I do.

  "What happens next?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

  I release his cock with a pop. My hand is still wrapped around it, I continue to squeeze as I jerk him off. "Then it's your turn to pleasure me."

  "How?" He demands, "How do I pleasure you?"

  I can feel the heat rising through my cheeks.

  "Tell me, Buttercup, how do I do it?" The hoarseness in his voice makes me squirm.

  I glance down at the floor, my movements get quicker as I whisper, "I sit on your face as you eat me."

  His sharp intake of breath is all I hear before I'm lifted into the air. Our faces level with one another. I can see how turned on he is. Those green eyes are full of hope and need. "You want to sit on my face while I eat your pussy?"

  I nod, I'm unable to speak.

  He walks us to the bed, "Then who am I to deny you?"

  He slowly starts to strip me down, I stand completely bare in front of him. "Fucking gorgeous," he growls as he reaches for me. His hands go to my waist, he lies back on the bed and lifts me so that I'm straddling him. The confidence I had when we came into the room has well and truly gone, now I'm shy.

  "Buttercup, you're the sexiest woman I've ever met." I love that he thinks that. He lifts me up so that I'm straddling his face. "Relax," he tells me. "I'm about to make your dreams come true."

  The first touch of his tongue against my pussy has me moaning. The next one has me clawing at his chest. "Fuck," I cry as his tongue enters my pussy, his nose rubbing against my clit. "God." I breathe.

  He chuckles, "Told you before, Buttercup, I'm not God."

  I grind against his mouth, needing to get there. I'm so close, my fingers are clawing at his chest, "If I had a name..." I pant. "I'd use it, Mr. Executive." What an asshole

  "That's what you call me when you come," he demands as he pulls me down against his mouth, his teeth nipping at my clit. I come apart and fuck him, but I call out what he wants. "Mr. Executive!"

  "I need you now, Buttercup," he says, his fingers caressing my back. "I want you to fuck me." I scoot down his body, reigning kisses as I do, I lower myself slowly down on his cock.

  I lift off him and slam back down. His hands grip my waist and he sets the pace, lifting me off his cock and pulling me back down. I lean down and rest my head against his chest. He continues to set the pace as he thrusts into me. I look up at him, he's staring at me, those green eyes of his are so bright, "I need you," I say breathlessly.

  He flips us over and slides back into me. His mouth captures mine and he kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as he continues to thrust into me. Something's changed between us, he isn't fucking me like he did the first night; right now, this isn't fucking. We're making love. He's not once taken his eyes off of me. I moan into his mouth as he thrusts harder, his grip on my waist tightening, he's close as am I.

  He pulls his mouth away from mine. "Get there, Buttercup," he demands through clenched teeth.

  "I'm so close." I grind against him, trying to get there.

  "Christ," he curses, his thrusts are hard and fast. "Buttercup," he growls and his cock swells inside of me, that's all it takes for me to explode. My pussy contracting around his cock.

  "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he says thrusting hard into me once more.

  He pulls out of me instantly and I feel the loss. "Time to go, Buttercup." He tells me, his voice even. There’s no emotion in it at all.

  I inhale sharply, why is he being an asshole? He wasn't like this with me before. I nod, and get up off the bed, quickly gathering my clothes as I do. I want to cry, but I won't. It hurts like hell that he’s pushing me away but I’m not going to break down. Not here, not now. I won't let him know that he's hurt me.

  Once I'm dressed, I walk to the door, I hear his footsteps behind me, once I touch the door handle I turn to him with a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Executive. It was great." I don't say that I'll see him again. After what's just happened there's no way in hell that I'll ever see him again.

  This time when I leave the hotel, I don’t hail a taxi. Instead, I take the time to walk home. I wish I had never bumped into him again. I would have been happy with that one night we had together, now, now I’ll have the memory of him kicking me out.

  I manage to keep the tears at bay until I walk into my apartment and close my bedroom door. God, this week sucks. I need to get my head straight, I’ve not been to college in days. This isn’t me, I’ve worked hard to get where I am. Tomorrow, I’ll stop by mom’s, I’ll see if I can get her to rethink her stance on not having treatment.

  9

  Eli

  I woke before the alarm as I've done since I left Los Angeles. As normal I’m the first one in the office and I’m able to get ahead of the day. Things have been crazy here since we signed the contract with Conrad. We’re making great strides with the business, it’s just trying to keep it under wraps that’s the damn problem. Opening the top drawer to my desk I spy the note that buttercup left me the first night we were together. I slam the drawer closed. I really should take that note out. Fuck.

  I'm a bastard, a complete asshole. When I told her to leave, I saw the hurt slash through her eyes. It's been two weeks since I've seen her, and I'm still unable to get my fucking mind of her. She haunts my dreams and invades most of my waking thoughts. I need to shake her, if I don't, I'm pretty sure that my brothers are going to castrate me.

  Going there, I had fooled myself into acting as though I didn't care if I saw her. Truth is, as soon as I did, she took my breath away. The pain that I saw in her eyes when I arrived at Starbucks was unlike anything I'd seen before. That pain slowly ebbed away and the defiant little minx from that first meeting came back. The grin along with the mischief behind those eyes was enough to bring me to my knees, well hers. But the moment I slid into her, things changed. It wasn't fucking anymore. Devon was right, something about this girl was different than the rest. I knew that would be the last time I saw the sexy barista, I'd already broken my rule for her. I wasn't going to go any further, if I did, there would be no way out of it and right now I'm not ready for anything more.

  “Fucking bastard.” Devon grouches as he walks into my office. I raise an eyebrow in question, these days Devon’s always bitching about something. “Rhys, that asshole is going to be the death of me and if it’s not him, it’s you, moping around here as though you’re dying. For fuck sake Eli. Get on a plane, get on your knees and fucking grovel.”

  I ignore the other shit he’s just spewed. “Grovel?”

  He laughs, “Oh, do you not know what that means? You fucked up, it’s up to you to fix it.”

  I scowl at him, “What makes you think I fucked up?”

  He chuckles, “Because my dear brother, had the lady fucked you over, you’d be a raging asshole like Rhys, fucking every woman he comes in contact with just to prove that he’s not a sap. You, on the other hand, haven’t left your apartment unless you’re coming to work and you’re growling at everyone. You fucked up, so fix it.”

  I sigh, why the hell is he so damn smug? “Leave it be. I’m okay just the way I am. I’m alright.”

  He shakes his head in disgust. “Since when are you afraid of anything? Hmm? You’re the one that takes things by the horns and deals with the consequences later. So why are you being a coward now?”

  “I don’t want a relationship, Devon. I never have, never will. So just leave it be.”
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br />   He sighs, “Fine, I’ll leave it be. Now can we get on with some work?”

  I glare at him, “We would have already had you not decided to try and lecture me.”

  He holds his hands up in surrender, “It’s your turn to sort Rhys out.”

  “What’s he done now?”

  “Not what, who. Do you know we’ve been through six new employees in the past month? The latest walked out this morning and Juliette’s pissed as she has to do two jobs. The woman does enough and now she’s dealing with Rhys’ mess. Deal with it or I’ll kill him.”

  “I’ll talk to him later. Right now I’m trying to work out how to get ahead of Kline, that asshole is one step ahead thanks to Elodie.” I shake my head in disgust, we’re still finding out shit she’s hacked into and found out. “Thankfully, I managed to stop the news spreading about our deal with Conrad, although Suzanne wants an exclusive.”

  Devon grimaces. “Oh God, that woman’s a Pitbull.”

  “Yeah, that’s why she’ll be dealing with Rhys.”

  A slow grin forms. “After all it was his fuck up.”

  “Exactly, and we both know what Suzanne is like.” She’s a reporter, she’s tenacious and like Devon said, a Pitbull. “Are you going to the distillery today?”

  He frowns as though he has no idea what the hell I’m talking about.

  “The inspector is due today.” I remind him, “One of us should be there.”

  “Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’ll deal with the inspector, you deal with Rhys.” He gets to his feet and walks to the door, “Oh and Eli?” he calls as he reaches it.

  “What?”

  “Get your head out of your ass and sort it out. You want the woman, go get her. If you don’t, then let her be. Either way, you need to do something. You’re a fucking mess and it’s making me edgy.”

  When is he not edgy? “I’m fine,” I sigh, “I’ll sort Rhys out.” I turn my attention back to the computer screen and work through my emails. I’m not talking about what happened in Los Angeles and I’m certainly not talking about Buttercup.

  I hear the door close and I sit back in my chair. As much as Devon is a pain in my ass, he’s right. I need to get my head out of my ass. I made the right decision in telling her to get out, if I hadn’t, I’d have broken her heart and that would have been worse. This way, she thinks I’m an asshole, just as she did the very first time I met her. The only regret is that I don’t have her name.

  Bringing the beer bottle to my mouth, I stare at the idiot sitting in front of me and take a slug. “Okay, what gives?” I ask, understanding now what the hell Devon was talking about earlier. We’ve been in the bar for thirty minutes and he’s already got four different women’s numbers. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone in the bathroom with him when he disappeared ten minutes ago.

  He frowns, “What the hell are you talking about?”

  I tilt my bottle in his direction, “I’m talking about you. Since that shit with Elodie, you’ve been an insufferable asshole. When the hell are you going to grow up?”

  He glares at me, “Me? I’m the insufferable bastard?”

  “Yes, I’m not the one that’s interfering with our business. How many more employees are you going to screw just so you can prove to yourself that you're not an idiot?”

  His eyes narrow. “Leave it, Eli.”

  “That’s not going to happen. So spit it out, so we can deal with it and then move the hell on.”

  He’s silent for a moment and I’m surprised he hasn’t told me to fuck off. “Fine, I’ll tell you only if you tell me.”

  I stare at him, this wasn’t about me but I know that he’s serious. “Fuck. Spill.”

  “I fucked up, I know I did. You told me that I should have just had Juliette as my assistant just like you and Devon do. Juliette’s been a part of our firm for a long time, she’s trustworthy. I on the other hand let that bitch into our lives and she almost crushed us.” He lifts the glass of whiskey to his lips and downs the liquid in one go.

  “You’re overreacting, she didn’t almost crush us. Yes, she played us, but she didn’t crush us, far fucking from it. We’re stronger than ever and we all know not to make that mistake again, don’t we?”

  He nods, “Yeah, I just can’t believe I let her into my bed, let alone into our offices.”

  That’s not it, he’s fucked because he actually had feelings for the bitch. “We can’t help who we fall in love with.” I instantly cringe at my words, I don’t love Buttercup. Do I? No, I don’t and it’s time I start to get over her.

  He shudders at the word love. Yeah, us Egan men have an aversion to commitment. “I’ll be fine, I was played and I’m not going to let that shit happen again.”

  I nod, “Okay.”

  His eyes widen, “Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

  I shrug, “Yep, but if you continue to fuck up our business by screwing our employees or even worse one of their daughters.” His face loses all color, yeah, he didn’t think I knew about that. “Then I’ll call Ma, and you can deal with her.”

  His mouth opens and I smile. “You’re a bastard. But I’ll stay away from employees and their family members.”

  I take another slug of beer, relieved that he seemed to have listened.

  “Okay, so now it’s your turn to spill. What the hell happened when you were in LA?”

  “Where do I even start?” I shake my head at the clusterfuck that I’ve got myself into. “I met this woman.” He stares at me as though he’s never seen me before. I ignore the asshole and continue. “We fucked the first time I was in town and then I left. We both knew it was a one-time thing.”

  “Then you came home and were an asshole.”

  Again, I ignore him and continue. “When I went back, we bumped into each other again.” I’m not telling anyone that I purposely sought her out. “And again, we fucked and I literally pulled out of her and told her to get out.”

  He winces at my words, “You didn’t?”

  I nod, “Now, you understand.”

  He nods, “Yep, you’re in love with her, and now you’ve fucked it up. She’s never going to forgive you.”

  I stare at him stunned, “Why the hell do you and Devon keep saying that shit to me?”

  He smirks at me. “What, that you’re in love?”

  I nod, wondering if it’s worth the hassle in beating him to a pulp?

  “Because you are, or you’re as close to it as you’re going to get. What are you going to do about it?”

  I shake my head. “Nothing, I’m not doing anything about it.”

  Rhys looks disappointed and I’m not sure what to say, I just need to move the hell on and forget that Buttercup and I had a thing.

  10

  Mel

  EIGHT WEEKS LATER

  A knock at the door has my body tensing, I’ve been hiding for the past two weeks. My life as I know it is crumbling around me and I’m not sure if I have the power to pick up the pieces.

  “Mel, are you doing okay?” The concern in Cassidy’s voice makes tears well. I breathe deeply hoping to stop them from falling. “Do you need anything?” she asks and I know she’s trying to help but right now, no one can help.

  I bring my knees to my chest as I wait for the nausea to pass, this is the fourth time this morning that I’ve puked, and yet I know that there’s more to come. “I’m okay.” My voice is weak but I know that she hears it. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  I really don’t want to see her, the pitying looks she’s been giving me is enough to make me want to crawl into bed and sob. My mom collapsed last night and was rushed into hospital, now everyone knows that she's got cancer and they won't stop looking at me with sympathy. I hate it. She's not going to die, she's promised she's going to fight and I have to believe that she will.

  Glancing one more time at the white stick in my purse, I get to my feet and decide that it's time to face the world. Staying locked in my room isn't going to help me, it
sure as hell isn't going to make everything go away or make it better. I quickly splash water onto my face and run my fingers through my hair before ultimately deciding it would be best to tie it up. I don't have the time or the strength for a shower.

  Opening the door, I'm not surprised to find my girls sitting on my bed, both of them have tears in their eyes and I realize that they're hurting too. We've been friends for years and they love my mom. I open my arms and they run into them.

  "She's going to be okay," Cass says, her voice full of certainty.

  "She's a fighter, Mel, she's a badass, she's going to fight it." Zoe tells me and I smile, I need them, they're my strength.

  "I'm sorry, I just..." I trail off not knowing what to say.

  "It's okay, you needed time." Zoe finishes for me and I nod.

  "We're here if you need us, anytime." Cassidy gives me a sad smile, one that I return.

  "Thank you."

  Zoe kisses my cheek, "Call me." She gives me a pointed look, they know me better than anyone. "Seriously, Mel, call, anytime. Even if it's to rant about that asshole."

  My body stiffens at her words. God, Mr. Executive. He's not been far from my mind. The day he kicked me out of his hotel room, I came home and sobbed for hours. That was how Zoe found me, when I told her what happened she cursed him and promised me that if she ever saw him she'd castrate him. Then she stayed with me as we ate our weight in junk food and watched crappy TV.

  "Go, you both have stuff to do. I'm okay, I have to go and see Aubrey and then my dad." I'm not happy that I have to see my father but I need his help and he owes it to mom.

  They both give me another hug, "Okay, but Zoe's right. Call us if you need us."

  "I will. Now go."

  I wait until they're gone before I reach for my phone. I need to let Aubrey know that I'll be stopping by. I need her help, well more like her wisdom. I fire off a text asking if she's busy. It doesn't take her long to reply telling me to come over.