I should hate him. Despise him for keeping me locked up in here, yet … the moment he kissed me, I wanted nothing than for him to kiss me and take me.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling to me, and it terrified the living shit out of me.
I’ve kissed and fucked a few men before … back at Roy’s club … but they never gave me this …
This uncontrollable desire to put my lips on his.
Fuck. It’s wrong.
I was just overjoyed when he mentioned sending the photograph with the text to Ella and Cage, and I couldn’t stop myself from hugging him. But then he suddenly kissed me.
And I let him.
Not because I wanted to misuse his trust or to make him fall for me so he’d let me go.
I let him … because it felt good.
Fuck.
“I’m going to work,” he suddenly calls out from the hallway.
Work? Now?
I shift on the couch. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Whatever you want. But don’t try to force your way out. I’d hate to have to fix everything, and it won’t get you anywhere.” His voice isn’t threatening, but it’s definitely a warning.
“Fine,” I say, folding my arms, trying not to sound like an idiot because I’m still stunned by what just happened.
“I’ll be back home soon,” he says.
Great. Maybe then we can discuss what happened.
Or not. Maybe it’s best if we both ignore it.
I mean … he knew as well as I did what my plan was. He saw through it right away.
But this isn’t how it was supposed to go. At all.
Accompanying Song: “Kamikazee” by Missio
Chase
The pen between my fingers furiously sways up and down as I sit back in my chair and pretend to listen to the other board members of my company, Chase Enterprises—a conglomerate selling luxury vehicles and boats to ultra-rich clients.
I didn’t just roll into this position. I built this company up from the ground, investing what little money I had when I finished college into a startup. It kept growing, and I kept hiring more people, and here we are today.
We’re having a meeting about some schmuck who decided to fuck up the nationally broadcasted commercial without consulting us. Of course, he’s gonna get fired, so I don’t even see the point in discussing this.
I’m not even interested, to be honest. I don’t know the dude, and quite frankly, I don’t even care. My mind is still at home, where she is … and with every passing second, I wonder what she’s doing.
If she’s thinking about me the way I am about her now.
If she feels the same way about that kiss as I do.
If she can still taste me on her lips.
Because I can taste her.
Every time I swipe my tongue along the rim of my mouth, my cock gets harder.
It’s wrong, but my body won’t stop responding to the thought of having her, and that kiss… it pushed me over the edge.
I don’t even know why I kissed her. It just happened.
I longed for her so much that I couldn’t stop myself anymore. In fact, I’m almost thinking of doing it again.
Fuck.
She’s half my age. Twenty, at most. Why am I even thinking about this?
But damn, that kiss was exactly what I needed. Made me think about things I really shouldn’t be thinking about, especially not right now, during this meeting.
“Chase?”
Everyone suddenly looks at me, and I stop staring at my pen, stop flicking it entirely as I open my mouth. “Sorry?” I clear my throat.
“Are you for or against?”
“What?”
One of them raises a brow. Of course, I got caught daydreaming. Like it hasn’t ever happened to them.
“Fire him, yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Another one frowns. “Are you sure? He’s been a great asset to this company during the past few years. Two slipups should be allowed, right?”
“Except this slipup got us national attention. And I don’t mean in a good way.” I put the pen down when I almost break it. “That sexist commercial got the online community up in arms. Our community managers on Facebook can barely keep up with the backlash in the posts.”
They’re waiting for me to say more, but I have nothing else to say. There is no coming back from this “slipup.” I don’t condone these types of commercials for my brands.
I place my fingertips against each other and say, “Fired. End of story.”
“All right. Five votes against four. The decision is made,” the chairman says, and he nods. “Let’s take a break. We could probably all use a cup of coffee, I think.”
As everyone gets up and moves toward the door, I stay seated and turn around toward the window, watching the outside world go by. Those people down there … I wonder how many of them are twisted. How many of them are corrupt. How many of them should’ve been killed.