Damage Repaired

Chapter 11

Weeks passed, and it was easy to get into a routine with Ezra. He'd take me to work every morning, where we'd take turns asking each other questions. And without fail, he was there to pick me up no matter what time I got off. The days I was off early, he'd take me to his place where we'd spend most of the time in bed before he dropped me off at the hotel, and the days I got off late, I'd spend the night with him and wake up to a fresh set of clothes hanging in his closet. I also spent the weekends with him, and instead of waking up to fresh clothes, I'd wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking like I did today.

After freshening up, I made my way downstairs and found Ezra busy in the kitchen wearing a tight t-shirt and sweats.

"Morning, sweetheart," he smiled as he piled eggs onto the two plates in front of him.

"Morning." I plopped on the kitchen chair across from where he stood. "You know we've been breaking rule number three every weekend?"

Ezra shrugged and slid a plate towards me, handing me a fork to dig into the delicious food. "I vote we throw it out."

I laughed in agreement. At this point, the rule was useless, and it didn't help that the only time I slept peacefully was when I was with someone. "Might as well, but that doesn't mean I'll just be sleeping over whenever."

"Of course not," he smiled mischievously.

Once we finished our breakfast, I was getting ready to go relax in the living room like I usually did, but Ezra stopped me before I could get up.

"I'm going to the office today, would you like to come with me?"

"Yes," I answered almost immediately. I've been wanting to shadow him and see his everyday life when I'm not around. "But I don't have anything to wear."

"We'll stop by your place on the way."

I nodded and waited downstairs for him to get ready, swapping his casual attire for his more sophisticated one. We stopped by my hotel as promised, and I opted for a simple bodycon mini dress, purposely skipping out on wearing a bra and panties.

"Ana," Ezra groaned when I emerged from the bathroom seeing the tight dress and my hardened nipples through the fabric. "What are you trying to do to me?"

His lips immediately went to my neck, pressing wet kisses down the base of my throat, and when his hand slid up my dress and found nothing there, his dick grew stiff in his slacks.

"Please go put some panties on before we never leave this room," he spoke lowly in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I whispered, palming his erection.

He groaned again and somehow managed to tear his lips away from my skin. "Panties Ana," he commanded, squeezing my bare cheeks. "I'll be downstairs in the car because if stay here another second..." Ezra sucked in a deep breath peering down at me through lust-filled eyes before abruptly turning around and leaving with a noticeable tent in his pants.

Once I was back in the car, it took about an hour to reach the massive glass building with giant letters spelling out:

'Knight Investments'

Ezra placed his hand on my lower back as we made our way into the building, where he was immediately surrounded by his employees catching him up on their latest investments. He listened intently to every one of them, making sure to keep me in front of him so I wouldn't get lost in the sea of people.

"Sorry about that," Ezra apologized once we were safely in office. He shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the back of the chair in front of the large desk.