Out of the ordinary (Completed)

Chapter 23: Where you belong?

Abel's POV

I got of the elevator and followed Paris down the hallway. She looked back at me nervously and started walking faster. I smiled at her and sped up my pace.

Paris walked into her office and I followed her. I walked right in and closed the door.

"Oh God, get out..." I looked at her and noticed that her hands were shaking. I loved to see her nervous. It let's me know when I can fuck with her. I sat down in the chair and she stood in front of me.

She put her hands on her hips.
"I said get the fuck out."

"Make me."

"Fuck you Abel. Fuck you and your fucking whores that you went and fucked in our bed. I fucking hate you. " she said glaring at me.

I nodded my head and stood up.
"Paris you're going to give out eventually."

"No I'm not." She walked around and pressed her hands against the table. She leaned over and spoke through her teeth. "I promise. I won't."

I got up and walked behind her but she immediately got up and turned towards me.

"I do this shit Paris. I live for the chase."

"I don't give a fuck what you live for, Abel, get out of my-" she gasped as gripped her by her waist and pulled her towards me. She pressed her hand against my chest, but she stopped when she looked up at me.

"Paris... you know if you weren't working right now... do you know what I would do to you?" She shook her head no. "You don't? Oh well, let me tell you." I turned her around and pulled her on to my length. She bit her lip as she felt me. I got really closer to her ear and whispered. "I would make me take off all your clothes. Then... I'd make you hold on to that fucking table right there..." I wrapped my hand up in a fist full of her hair and pulled her back. I then bent her over.

She moaned sharply. "I know you like that. I'd bend that ass over that glass table and I'd eat that pussy... mmm shit. I miss it already. I'd lick you until you started to shake and rock everywhere...I'd make you call me daddy baby." She moaned again. "Then I'd fuck you... but not just regular sex. I would fuck...you..right."

I almost had her, until her phone started ringing. When she heard it, it snapped her out the trance I had her in. She pushed me off her and answered the phone.

"This is um... umm... "

"Uh Paris?"

"Yes right. Right my name is Paris. Paris Morgan."

I'd made her forget her name... I wonder what else I could make her do. I'm about to test her limits. I listened to the phone call.

"Please put him through."
Him? Oh word? She already got a nigga's replacement now? That's cute.

"Hi baby... no nothing's wrong I'm just jittery. I'm fine. I don't need you to bring me anything. Yeah, yeah, just come in my office. I wanna see you. Yeah we could do that... yeah yeah yeah just hurry up. Don't make me beg. I'll make you beg babe. Don't test me. Okay. Okay I gotta go. I'll see you sexy man." She made a kiss nose into the phone. "Bye see you in a bit."

When she put the phone down she glanced over at me.

"You're still here?"

"You thought that little fru fru shit was cute. I'm going to make you beg for mercy by the time I'm done with you Paris."

"Different song, same tune."

I grabbed her hand and kissed her she pushed me off of her and held her lips. I knew that she liked it. Her fucking hand was shaking.