Why does she have to be so fucking observant?
I roll my eyes and link my arm through hers. “Come on, let’s go and seal the deal with Anthony, and then we can both go and hand in our resignation to Mr Garrett.”
But as we make our way there, she mumbles, “You’re gonna be fucking him on his desk by the end of the week.”
And even as I snort, I know that when it comes to Caleb, I’m in dangerous waters.
* * *
It’s been a productive day. Marcie signed on the dotted line to work for Elite Enterprises, and I’m pretty sure Anthony being her boss would have sold it to her without all of the bonuses, because there were fireworks flying everywhere. Made me a little uncomfortable, like a third fucking wheel. I mean, I’ve warned her not to end up fucking her new boss, but you can’t tell Marcie, because once her mind in set on something, sooner or later, she is going to fuck it.
I spent the rest of the day getting acquainted with my new colleagues and trying to avoid Caleb, which actually wasn’t too hard, seeing as he spent most of the day holed up in his office. I tried to ignore the disappointment, because I can’t go back there. I can’t allow myself to open up to him in that way again and have my heart broken. I barely survived it the first time, let alone a second. Not to mention, the elephant in the room—Danny. He’s been trying to call me again, but I have no desire to interact with him, so he’s been left ignored and his messages left unread. I’m sure they’re a mixture of saying sorry and telling me what a bitch I am for not wanting to be with him, and I don’t relish the idea of him messing with my head. I need a clean break, a new start, and I am starting that with a new job—and yes, I am ignoring the fact that Caleb is a part of my past.
I walk through the front door to the smell of Gran’s cooking, and my stomach grumbles. I didn’t stop for lunch today, because I was too busy trying to learn everything I could, and the time just flew by.
“Hi, Gran,” I say when I walk into the kitchen to see her leaning over the stove and stirring a pot of some kind of sauce.
“Evening, dear. Go take a seat, I’ll be dishing up in a minute,” she tells me, and I place a quick kiss on her cheek before I walk over to the kitchen table and sit down. I have a quick scroll on my phone, still ignoring Danny’s messages, as I wait for Gran to finish. I would try and help, but apparently, I just get in her way and am more of a hindrance than anything else. Her words, not mine. She’s always been a homemaker, and I love her for it.
When Gran has finished plating up and placing everything we need on the table, she sits down opposite me with a contented sigh.
“This looks delicious,” I tell her, as my eyes devour the food in front of me. Pot roast, one of my favourites.
“Well, eat up, child, don’t just stare at it,” she says with a chuckle.
I start to dig in and we chat about our days. I tell her all about my new job and how much I already love the place.
“I’m pleased for you, Cameron. That Mr Garrett always was a stuck-up arsehole,” she says, and I choke on my mouthful of food.
“Gran,” I screech when I’ve stopped spluttering.
“What’s the matter, child? Something wrong with the pot roast?” she says innocently, as if she didn’t just call my old boss an arsehole. She doesn’t swear often, and when she does, it always catches me off-guard.
“Gran, you just called my ex-boss an arsehole.” Ex-boss, sounds bloody fantastic. He really was just a man with money, and essentially power, who wanted to fuck the next best thing. He threw a little shit fit about me going, and instead of working my notice, I just quit on the spot. Screw him and screw these men who think they can control everything and everyone around them—that may be more aimed at Danny than Mr Garrett but that’s by the by.
“Yes, I did.”
“You don’t like to swear,” I point out.
“If it calls for it, then I can make an exception,” she states whilst eating another forkful of food. “But watch your mouth, dear. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a potty mouth, now.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing at her. “Sure thing, Gran,” I say with a smile.
We finish our food and I go to wash up but she’s shoos me out of the way, so I make my way upstairs and decide to shower and get an early night. It’s been a whirlwind few days, and the exhaustion hits me all of a sudden.
I go to my ensuite and turn the shower on, grabbing some clean underwear to put on once I’ve finished. I get in, turning the water a little warmer than usual. I shampoo and condition my hair, but as I’m putting shower gel in my hand, my thoughts turn to Caleb in his suit, striding through the office, his buns of steel being hugged nicely by his trousers… and as much as I try to push him out of my mind, I can’t. He’s there, owning me without even knowing it. He has done since I first laid eyes on him, and I allow myself a moment of weakness as my hand lathers my body, before it moves to my clit and my fingers starts to rub in small circles.
I know what his mouth can do, and I picture us together, him eating my pussy as I spread my legs wide for him, needing more. I work myself into a frenzy as I imagine his fingers inside of me, his tongue tasting me, and his dick hard for me.
And then I picture him pounding into me, with his thumb on my clit. I move my finger faster, applying more pressure, as I feel my orgasm building. I’m allowing myself one moment to forget all the bullshit and take a moment for me. I want him so badly, and if the only way I can have him is in my mind, then so be it.
I come hard as I think of his lips on mine, swallowing my screams.
I feel my clit pulse after as I think of him carrying me to the bed and holding me close, his breath on the back of my neck as he spoons me.
But in reality, I’m climbing into bed alone, feeling a mixture of emotions as I cuss the fact that life isn’t always fair, and if it were, then I would be with him now—or more to the point, we never would have parted in the first place.
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