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💖MY EX MY LOVER💖
🌺 EPISODE 16 🌺
🌷 Tonia Onyinye🌷
Pêrspy Snazzy ✍️
ENJOOOOY 📗 📗📕 📙
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Jason POV 💋
Sitting at the head of the conference room in The Lavinia Hotel, I listened to the discussion that was going on around me. My architect team sat on either side of the conference table. Kate was sitting across from me at the end of the table. They were discussing layout plans, design concepts and other important matter that needed to be considered before work started on the site.
I jumped in to the discussion from time to time when my opinion was needed but other than that, I left everything to them. Papers, files and laptops were scattered around the table along with a blueprint of the hotel.
My gaze landed on Kate, who was listening to something one of the architects was saying. Loose tendrils of hair framed her face. She kept brushing the strands away but it kept falling back.
She suddenly laughed at something one of the others said. It lit her face up and made her look more beautiful. I realized I liked seeing her like that. Always with a smile on her face.
As I watched, she leaned back in her chair and reached for her hair, no doubt annoyed with the loose tendrils blowing in her eyes. When she pulled the hair band off, the red mass of hair cascaded down.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from her. I absolutely loved her hair, loved watching the red curls bouncing around her shoulders as she walked. As she went about it in fixing it into a ponytail, my gaze travelled down her body.
With her arms raised up, the soft material of her blouse stretched over her breasts and I could clearly see the imprint of her lacy bra showing through. My mouth went uncomfortably dry at the sight.
For an instance, I imagined myself going over to her and tearing that damn blouse off her so I could feast my eyes on her. I imagined my mouth on her body and wondered if she still tasted as sweet as I remembered.
The people in the room seemed to fade away as I descended deep into the fantasy. I pictured her bent over the conference table, her skirt bunched up around her hips as I drove myself deep into her.
Sharp stabs of lust that pierced through me at that mental picture. My fingers bit into the leather of my seat as I willed the images to fade away. Now was not the time to think of how much I wanted to fuck her. Not when I was with a roomful of people.
I was glad I was sitting down because that hid how hard I was. Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I tore my gaze away from Kate and tried to pay attention to what my head architect was saying.
But it was no use. My eyes kept going back to her. I clenched my jaw in frustration, something I seemed to be doing a lot in her presence.
I felt pissed off at myself for letting her get under my skin. Every time I saw her, I wanted to touch her. It was pure torture trying to keep my distance when all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss her. Whenever she was in the same room as me, I wanted to push her against the nearest surface and fuck her brains out.
My self-control had been stretched to the limit on the 18-hour flight from LA to here. That was why I had ignored her, hoping the distance could help diminish the raging lust that took over me every time I saw her. But that hadn't worked.
I kept reminding myself she was off-limits but my libido gave no fucks about the fact that she was engaged to another man. I wanted her. And I knew from the way she reacted every time I got close to her that she wanted me too. It was there in her eyes. I doubted she was even aware of it.
