Temptress

3|Tempting

Elliot's POV

I watched Olivia ride me as my mind was elsewhere.

I missed the meeting with Damien Spencer today and I didn't get to approve the construction site downtown.

That's probably going to push back the opening by at least a week.

I groaned in frustration as I held my head.

How could I have forgotten about this?

She moaned before she collapsed beside me.

"Are you finished?" I asked her and she nodded with a smile.

"Are you?" she asked.

"Yeah," I lied as I stood up and began to put on my clothes.

I can't do this anymore.

"Are you leaving?" she asked and I nodded. "To the homeless shelter?"

I nodded again as I tucked my shirt into my pants.

I should probably go back to work and see if Spencer is willing to still have that meeting.

"Don't be out too late," she warned and I nodded before rushing out the door.

Olivia and I are great friends.

We went to the same college and our parents were thrilled. It took them no time to arrange our marriage.

Our families were the top financial groups in Chicago, so an alliance was perfect.

To make things better she even had a crush on me. On the other hand, I didn't.

I've never had a crush on anyone. I've convinced myself that I am asexual or some shit.

That's why I didn't hesitate to marry her. Of course, I told her that we could never be anything more than just friends.

She agreed to our first year of marriage, but then she couldn't. Eventually, I just allowed it.

I want to be a good husband. I really do.

I try.

"Downtown, sir?" my chauffeur, Michael, asked as he held the car door open for me.

"Mmm," I groaned as I read through an email on my phone.

Once I was seated, he shut the door and returned to the driver's seat.

I threw my phone on the ground and instantly regretted it.

This was my third phone for the year and we were only in March.

Michael's eyes looked at me in the front mirror. "Is everything okay, sir?"

"Everything is fine," I angrily mumbled as I reached to grab my phone.

Everything is not fine.

These idiots want to back out of the deal which was already in process.

I relaxed when I saw that my screen didn't crack.

At least I have that.

I looked up when I felt the car slowing down.

In front of us sat a long line of traffic.

Typical Chicago.

"Wake me when we reach, will ya?" I said to Michael even though he knew the drill.

"Of course sir," he smiled.

I folded my arms above my chest and leaned on the door in an attempt to get a quick sleep in.