“Don’t worry, man, we got this! We’ll nail it like any other deal or project we ever work on, because that’s who we are.” He pats me on the shoulder, and I smile.
I have known Gary for almost my whole life. We met in high school and ever since then we have been close friends. We are completely different, he’s a huge player, the amount of girls that he dated in the past is unnumbered, unlike me, who never had a girlfriend, and who is definitely not a player, maybe just a heartbreaker, and there is a huge difference between the two terms, or I’d like to believe so.
Don’t get me wrong, I still get my sexual needs taken care of. I’ve probably slept with more women than Gary himself. I always bring girls into my penthouse, fuck them senseless, and make sure they leave before the sunrise, that way no girl would ever get the wrong idea of breakfast in bed or any of that lovey dovey stuff that I simply don’t do. The penthouse is just for sex. Nobody besides Gary, Will, and Luke knows about it. All gatherings usually happen in my mansion, which everyone refers to as a castle. Gary always jokes about how big, cold, and empty my house is and that eventually, the day I get married and have my own little babies running around it then it will become a home. Which, let’s be real, is never going to happen. He even thought that me and the Fitzgerald’s daughter had a thing, and I could tell that it troubled him. Gary always had a crush on her, I remember the first time I saw her I thought she was extremely attractive, her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and her blue eyes were sparkly and shiny, which made a perfect combination of colors. But then I learned how much of a slut she was, and I got turned off. I know for a fact that Gary is completely still in love with her, but she doesn’t seem to give one single fuck about him. Every time we use to hang out, all of us together, his eyes never left her. And me? I would laugh on the inside at how brainless he is, falling for someone like Emma Fitzgerald.
“Who the hell is that gorgeous lady in blue?” Gary’s voice catches my attention. I turn to his direction to glance at who he is talking about when my jaw drops and everything around me goes in slow motion. The venue suddenly becomes serene with no one in it but her, long, dark brown hair tied in a ponytail and a mesmerizing, blue, lace dress perfectly fitting her curvy body. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen is walking toward me, with a stunning and innocent smile drawn on her face and I just wish, at this moment, I could be alone with her, doing illicit things that a boss shouldn’t do to his assistant.
"Good evening, Mr. Adams.” Her smile is bigger this time, bigger than I have ever seen it, and it is making my knees wobble.
“Hello Miss, have we met before?” says Gary, who jumps into the first chance he has to speak to her. He shakes her hand.
“This is Gary Ainsworth, our operations director,” I say, my eyes glued on their hands shaking, which is making my annoyance flare.
“Mr. Ainsworth, I am Alyssa Thomson, Mr. Adams assistant.” She forces her hand away, wiggling her fingers from the palm of his hand, a movement showing discomfort.
That’s my girl!
“I have heard so many good things about you.” Lies. I can tell she is lying, Ainsworth is an asshole, and if you ask anybody in the company they will tell you how most people despise him and his shitty attitude, but she is just trying to be nice, because that’s who she is, an innocent, beautiful, kind-hearted girl.
“I hope so!” He throws a sarcastic laugh, and my stomach drops. I hate how he is flirting with her right in front of me, and I can see clearly what he is trying to do. He wants her in his bed, and the thought of it is making me wanna break his teeth.
“Thank you, Alyssa, everything looks amazing.” My words catch her immediate attention.
“I am very happy you like it, Mr. Adams.” She nods. “Now, will you excuse me, gentlemen, I have to go find Sofia.” She smiles at both of us and starts walking away, both me and Gary’s eyes are glued to her, and yes she has an amazing ass, perfectly rounded. She is simply hot.
“What the hell, Adams, I didn’t know she was this stunning, I wanna fuck her as soon as possible, man.” He rubs the palms of his hands together while mine tighten into fists. I have this uncommon rage that only appears when he starts talking about her and it is making me wanna beat the shit out of him, like he was stepping boundaries trying to snatch my property, like she was mine.
“Not Alyssa, asshole, stay away from my assistant, I am warning you,” I hiss, and his eyebrows rise in shock. He is not used to seeing me like this.
“Wow, okay, Liam, I am sorry I was… just joking, man, you good?” His heart is in his throat. One thing about Ainsworth, he loves to pretend like he is the big guy when in fact, he is the biggest pussy to ever exist.
“Yes I am good, Alyssa is good I don’t want to lose good employees because of your sexual needs.” I eye him.
“Okay, I get it, I apologize.”
I slip my hand in my pocket and pull my phone up to take a quick peek at my emails but instead, I click on the messages app and start typing a message to Alyssa. You look gorgeous! I write and delete it within seconds. What the heck am I thinking? I tell Gary not to hit on my assistant yet I am trying to do the same. Meet me around the washroom in 5 min. I hit send and blood starts rushing through my veins. I have no clue what the heck I am doing but my body and soul aches for her, and I need to see her. Right now, alone.
“Be right back,” I tell Gary without glancing at him since I am still annoyed and disgusted by his comments on Alyssa.
I say hi to a couple of people that I come across as I wind my way through to the washroom area and as soon as I get to the empty hallway I let a huge sigh escape my mouth as I rest my back against the wall while I wait for her to show up. My heart is beating like a drum, all of these emotions are new to me, I have never experienced being too nervous to see someone, but somehow, Alyssa has this effect on me. My thoughts bring me to the first day I saw her at the bar.
I was having such a shitty day at work that I needed to get the hell away from my office, my dad and, my house, and just have a couple of drinks somewhere else, and lucky for me, I landed in LaVoz, the bar that I usually only go to with Gary since he is a regular customer there. As soon as she entered the bar with her loud friends, she captured my full attention. My eyes were glued to her the whole night. She made me forget the annoyance and anger that seared through me. It was easily replaced by heat and lust that curled down my spine, all this because of a single glance. Her beauty is breathtaking, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck her over and over again, so when she started walking toward me I thought, bingo! Found my lady for the night. I had already begun imagining the dirty things I wanted to do to her underneath that green, tight, little dress she was wearing. But then she started talking and I figured she was too innocent to be taken home and fucked senseless. There was more to her purity that my body and mind somehow became eager to discover. She wasn’t used to flirting with men, I could tell, because of her shyness, and then she dropped the bomb. She was going to be my assistant which didn‘t kill my erection but just made me confused enough about what I needed to do next, so of course, since being put on the spot has never been something that I do well at, and like a complete dickhead, I left the bar instantly and spent the rest of my days thinking about her, undressing her and fucking her with my mind. She probably thought I was such a dick for just dipping, but that’s just what felt right at the moment.
“Is everything okay, Mr. Adams?” Her soft voice brings me back to the real world where she is standing right in front of me. She is cautious in tone, and her stunning, brown eyes look even bigger. My desire flickers to life as she stares at me with those innocent eyes.
“Follow me, please.” My tone is firm.
She follows me while I lead us to the big, empty library room in the building. I open the door and hold it open for her until she goes inside first then I follow her and close the door behind us. My eyes are pinned on her as she swirls around all while staring at the big walls with ma
ssive bookshelves.
“Wow, this place is huge and very authentic, Mr. Adams,” she says while looking back at me. God, her beauty is phenomenal, everything about her is making my body ache, and what’s driving me more insane is the fact that her body is begging for my touch, I can feel the heat and the chemistry between us. There is a moment of silence while we stare at each other, eye to eye, soul to soul.
I take one step forward, and I can hear her breathing getting heavier. I stand inches away from her while our eyes are locked to each other. My heart begins to pound, feeling a desire run from my heart to my chest. Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Fuck it,” I say right before I grab the back of her neck and pull her head toward me until our mouths collide. I slide my tongue inside her mouth, causing shivers from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. She tastes so sweet I can almost bite her. She puts her hands around my neck, and I shove her up against the bookshelf behind her, pinning her against it as she wraps her soft legs around my waist. I grab both of her wrists into my hands and raise them up above her head, holding them both in one hand. I taste her tentatively with my tongue buried inside her mouth as I trace it across the bottom of her lower lip.
I smile as I pull my head back, gazing at her. I smile because she wants me just as much as I want her, and at this moment, fresh energy starts filling me while happiness sparkles inside of me. She stares back, lipstick smudged around her fine lips. My erection is bigger than it has ever been, I wanna be inside her so bad, but I can’t, anxiety and worry fills me again so I let her go, I take two steps back. Her face is confused as she adjusts her dress. I cannot do this, what the hell am I doing? Who am I? This is dangerous, my world is dangerous, she is my assistant.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I start walking toward the door when she calls my name.
“Liam.”
The first time I ever hear her call me by my first time which made my knees weak. I stop in the middle of the room and turn around to face her.
“What is it? What did I do?” she asks desperately, an expression of sadness on her face as tears fill her eyes.
“I can’t do this to you.”
“Why?” she steps forward, and I take a step backward.
“I am sorry, forget whatever just happened.” My tone is cold. I am an asshole.
I start walking toward the door, trying to run away from her when I was the one who dragged her over here and made out with her, the only problem is, none of it was senseless. I felt my heart beat so fast as I kissed her, my body shivered, and I smiled in the middle of our kiss, I fucking smiled…
“Do you have a girlfriend, is that it?” she cries, but I don’t turn to face her. Instead I keep walking straight until I get out of the library and leave her there, alone, broken, and confused.
I hate myself…
Alyssa
I am so hurt; weight settling on my heart as I make my way out of the library and into the washroom. Thank god, it is empty, I stare at myself in the mirror, tears falling down my cheeks. My makeup is all smudged, I look like a hot mess. What the hell just happened? I just made out with my boss who stormed out, leaving me all alone and confused in the middle of it. Was he trying to test me, because if that is the case, then I fucking failed hardcore. I hate him, and I don’t know how I am gonna be working with him after what had just happened. Everything is changing, I should start applying for new jobs, but I need one that’s gonna match my current salary if not more. My grandma needs her surgery as soon as possible, this whole thing happened at the worst timing. God, he must think so low of me… Or maybe he has someone? Maybe he has a secret girlfriend or a wife that nobody knows about?
I start washing my face when I hear the door squeak. I turn to my left and I see a tall, skinny blonde in a golden dress. She has perfect, white skin. She stands right beside me, staring at the other mirror while she fixes her hair.
“Are you okay?” she asks
“Yes.” I smile.
“Lipstick?” She digs in her purse and pulls up her lipstick.
“No, it’s fine. I have makeup in my purse.” I look around for my purse. Crap, I don’t even have it on me. I must have left it with Sofia.
“Take it, it’s new, I never used it.” She places the lipstick to my side near the sink. “I have plenty of them, I am the owner of the brand.” She pauses. “Plus, don’t get out looking like that, you look like shit,” she adds and starts walking away like she is in a rush.
Her honesty is brutal but I appreciate her modesty.
I take a quick glance at the lipstick and read the name on it. Emma Fitz, the brand doesn’t ring a bell, it is probably one of those expensive brands that don’t make it to the drug store where people like me buy their makeup. I put the lipstick on, it is bright red with a shiny texture. I take a look at myself one more time in the mirror before I head out of the washroom and walk toward the venue. Everyone is seated. I look around the room when I notice a hand waving at me. Sofia! I walk toward her, embarrassment stirring in me because of whatever happened with my boss and it felt like all eyes were on me.
“Here you are, I was looking for you!” She looks at me, and I try to look away in order to hide my stuffy nose and puffy eyes.
“Sorry I was…”
“Are you okay?” she asks warily.
“Yeah I am... just allergies,” I lie and I hope to God she can’t tell, because I am the worst liar out there.
“Hmmm.” Her eyes narrow. She is not convinced.
My eyes start looking around for him, even after what he did, I somehow still want to see him, to touch him, to kiss him again. I want more even if I can’t have it. My sight lands on the blonde girl that handed me the lipstick and in the same table with her, I see Ainsworth, two old men, one middle-aged woman, and… Liam. His eyes are already pinned on me which only explains that he’s been staring at me long before I found his table. A wave of nausea hits me. I suddenly remember him leaving me muddled with no explanation whatsoever. I suddenly get the urge of not wanting to be here anymore. I grab Sofia’s hand to get her attention while she is talking to someone else.
“Sofia,” I whisper. “I am gonna leave. I don’t feel good,” I say while blocking tears from coming out.
“Okay… But are you okay?” she asks, and I nod my approval.
“Alrighty, you did a great job today.” She pats my shoulder.
“We both did.” I smile, pick up my purse, and head outside the building as fast as I can.
A breath of fresh air fills my lungs and it just happens to be exactly what I needed.
“Alyssa!” a voice comes from behind me. I turn to see who’s calling me and I see him. I start walking even faster, ignoring the fact that this asshole has the audacity to follow me out here.
He grabs my arm, and passion ignites me . I hate the effect that his touch has on me.
“What do you want, Liam?” I hiss
“Let Luke give you a ride.”
“Who the fuck is Luke?”
“My driver.”
I throw a sarcastic laugh. “Your driver?” I pull my arm away from his hand. “No, thank you, I will take a cab.”
“It’s an order”
Who the fuck does he think he is?
“Listen…” I bite.
“Please, Alyssa,” he cuts me off, his tone is soft for once and he is looking at me with puppy eyes. I stand for a moment, giving him a soulful glance. Goddammit, this man knows what he is doing, but can I help and ease the desire that percolated between us? Of course not.
“Fine, but you are not coming with me.” I cross my arms on my chest.
He smirks and grabs his phone from his pocket, makes a quick call to Luke, who shows up in front of the building one minute later. I walk toward the car with Liam, and Luke gets out and holds the door open for me.
“Evening, Ms. Thomson.” He smiles.
“Hi, Luke.” I get in and right before he closes the door, I stare at both
Luke and Liam standing right in front of it.
“Just Alyssa, Luke, call me Alyssa.” He nods his approval, and we drive off. The ride is smooth, Luke and I don’t talk at all since he could sense that I wasn’t feeling okay. I get to the house and I try not to make noise since my grandma is sleeping. I head upstairs and take a bath, trying to relax my body and my mind from the thought of his kiss. God, I wanted more and I still want more! My phone beeps and I take a quick glance, hoping it would be Liam, but of course it’s not him, it’s Jason.
I heard you left early, is everything okay?
I need to see you, Jason, breakfast tomorrow morning? I reply back instantly.
Breakfast it is! Rest well
I throw my phone on the floor while I finish my bath, still thinking about him even after he gave up on our kiss and whatever was going to happen after it, even after he broke my heart. One thing I know for sure, especially after whatever happened today, is that I have feelings for him, and God only knows how intense and impassioned they are.
CHAPTER 6
Alyssa
I arrive to my favorite breakfast restaurant called “Bon Matin” a little earlier and order a coffee while I wait for Jason to arrive. My hair is tucked in a bun and I am wearing a white shirt and a pair of jeans. No concealer even if bags showed under my eyes. I look around me and notice how happy most people are. It seems like I am the only one who’s broken and miserable because I have feelings for my boss. What would my grandma think of me? If she knew I kissed my boss, she would freak out and start giving me a lesson about how that is something that a cheap girl would do. She would tell me that I shouldn’t be like my mom, who had me at the age of nineteen, left me to my grandmother, and disappeared to go live with a boyfriend she had met at a nightclub. Grandma would always say that she was a very bad girl who lived every single day of her life not thinking about what would happen next and she made sure to raise me to be the complete opposite of that. And she definitely did a great job because I am a twenty-two-year-old virgin who has been kissed by two guys, the second one being my boss.
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