Walking through the double doors, I saw all the boxes boxed up and ready to be delivered. "Boss Enzo," said, not expecting to see me. Before he could talk, I shut him up. "We've got some heat on our backs," I said, waiting for him to tell me why.
"Greyson has been showing up at one of your clubs on the other side of town, watching the hell out of your boys," Enzo said with a concerned voice. "I see," I said slowly. "After this drop, lay off for a couple of weeks until I see what he's got under his sleeve."
"Greyson Smith, what the hell are you up to?" I questioned in my head. Whoever comes after me will have to face the consequences, family or friends. I never cared. It's my money on the line.My phone went off in my pocket as I got out of my thoughts. "Hey, baby," Freya said over the phone. "Hey, darling, what's on your mind?" I asked, wanting to know what she was truly thinking about. "You," she said with a soft voice. "Work is so much easier now. All I can do is think, boss," she let the words roll off her tongue with a playful voice.
I tightened my hand on the phone as I passed the street of Charlotte. "I'll be there in ten minutes," I said, ending the call. She would never know the power she had over me. That moment at the college party, I saw her for the very first time, I knew I had to make her mine.
She was so innocent, the question she had on her face was, why did I let my friends talk me into this? I always get whatever I want, even if that means taking down whoever to get there."Hey, Mr. Madden, we're excited to see you finally at our small skyscraper building. What a good investment you made buying..." Before she could say anything else out of that running mouth of hers, I interrupted her, leading her to Freya's office.
Got it," she said, walking while introducing me to anybody that walked by. I really didn't see how Freya put up with this one. My mind was taken away when I entered the door to my lovely soon-to-be wife's office.I watched as her assistant moved to the side of the room, trying to act like she was working. Freya looked up from her computer with those sexy eyes, telling me exactly what she wanted. My hand gripped her jaw as I slid it down to her neck, and she bit her lip softly.
"Chloe, can you give us a moment?" Freya said, not taking her eyes off of me. "Of course," Chloe said with a big smile, exiting my darling's office. Not wasting any time, I wrapped my hand around her neck.
"You love making me want you, don't you?" I asked as her eyes welled up with tears. Running my fingers on her lip, I pulled her up from her office chair and placed her onto the desk. "Easy access," I said with a dark voice as I slid her dress up. "Not so fast," she said, running her hand down to my belt.
"Who knew a simple phone call could make you so hard?" she asked, pulling me in so my ear met her lips. "After all these years," she whispered softly. Placing her red lace panties into my pocket, she said she wouldn't be needing them.I made her look into my hungry eyes as I thrust into her, over and over. The sounds that came from her mouth made me want more every time. I held her head in place as I picked up my speed, not wanting her to take her eyes off of my face, filled with aggression. I fucked her until I released inside of her, knowing she met me halfway.
I wiped the warm tears that escaped her beautiful hazel eyes. "Are you good?" I asked her as I pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" she said, coming up behind me to hug me. "Work will get better," she said.
"Yes, when I take your friend out," I thought to myself. "I know, darling," I said while pulling her in for a kiss. "You should call a meeting while you're here. It will look good on the news report, showing people that you don't only care about your big investment but also your small one," she said, looking into my eyes.
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Nobody Told Me
RomanceI can't say the signs wasn't there, but his love made me blind and the people around me were lying. I was only a freshman in college with no parents to tell me they were proud of me. But unlike most stories, this one doesn't start from the beginning...