Mind Over Matter (ON HOLD)

Preface

"Oh my God." I moaned as he lifted me with one arm. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist as he places me on top of his desk. Paper work and files that I placed and organized for him that came from the meeting with Harrison Boxman company had scattered across the floor. He places his hands down to my white silk blouse and tears the thin fabric with his hands, the small buttons popping out in the process.

"Hey, that top was expensive!" I exclaimed to him, I use my elbows to support the top part of my weight.

"Shut the hell up." He hissed slightly in my ear, making me cringe towards his sudden hostile manner. What an ass. He resumed back to kissing me. I felt his tongue explore my mouth. I savored his taste, my hands ran through his silky sun kissed blonde hair. All to soon, he left my mouth, leaving me flushed with lust and frustration.

"What the hell is your problem? I questioned angrily. His eyes were an intense dark shade of brown, almost black. His intensive chocolate brown eyes were no longer seen.

"You were with Mr. Warren last night during the Gala." He stated sharply, placing his hands on either side of his huge desk, trapping me from attempting escape. Not like I could because he litterally tore my top off. You can't exactly leave your boss's office in just your bra and mid length grey pencil skirt without receiving a bunch of looks questions.

"Yes I was." I said. There was no sense in denying it now. I didn't think he would notice since he was too busy being occupied by his companions and business partners with his beautiful fiancè on his arm. Besides, it was barely anything.

"Why did you leave with him after I specifically told you not to? I had a limousine arranged for you to arrive home safely." He asked me whilst he removed his belt from his pants, dropping it swiftly on the ground.

"I say this to you yet again. You are not my babysitter. I know how to take care of myself." I state to him, unwrapping my legs from his waist. I set myself down from his desk and walk away. I felt my wrist being pulled back and my body was soon pressed up between him and the desk.

"You were dancing with him the entire night. Your hands were wrapped around his neck. His hands were so close to touching your ass." He exclaimed darkly as he brushed his soft lips over my neck, making his way down my chest area.

So he was paying attention. My heart began to race rapidly again as he pulled down my pencil skirt and placed me on top of his desk once again. I hate how he makes me feel. We shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. Ive always been a good girl. I stayed in school. Prayed every night before going to bed. I held 4.4 GPA. I am about to achieve my Master's in Business Law at freaking Stanford. How did I manage to get myself into this predicament? I somehow ended up being the other woman. I'm everything I detest of being. My father left my mother when I was eight years old to be with his other woman. He filed for a divorce and settled for separate custody. He took my sister Eva and left me behind. It took her years to get over it and it was painful to watch. Yet I still ended up this way. There goes all my morals and life long values. I can't even think straight anymore. He's controlling and manipulative. He's a pretentious ass and yet I always manage to be at his mercy. Why does he make me feel this way? How do I make this stop? Why don't I want him to stop?

"His name is Blake and he had asked me to dance with him. I couldn't just refuse him. It would've been impolite." I explained. He abruptly stopped brushing his lips over my torso and leaned in close as if he were about to kiss my cheek.

"Are you defending him?" He growled lowly into my ear as he yanked down my pencil skirt. Oh jeez, this can't be happening. Not now. Not in his office full of security cameras. Not where there are employees working just outside his door. Yet I still can't bring myself to stop this.

"Y-yes I am. He was very sweet with me." I stuttered out my statement. Which was true. Blake was really the only man I knew that approached me in such a gentle manner. He was a good-looking guy with dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. His skin was of a beautiful olive skinned tone that made his physical appearance to be glowing.

"Is that so?" His question turned into a demand. As though it would intimadate me into spilling the whole truth. His hands had trailed down from my waist to my ass. He gripped it tightly, resulting in arching my back in complete pleasure. I moaned softly as he began sucking and nibbling on my neck.

"Does he make you feel this way?" He asked me as he hooked his fingers into my black thin laced panties. He slowly pulls them down toward my thighs until they swiftly drop down toward my ankles to the ground.
He crashes his lips upon mine once again.I moaned as he took my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking and biting it. I took handfuls of his blonde locks into my hands, forcing him to get closer.

"I don't want you near him again." He growled lowly in my ear before unclasping my bra. I was completely naked before him. Completely at a vulnerable state. He unzipped his pants and swiftly pulled them down. But before I could protest against him, I felt something cold and hard enter inside me.

I swear he'll be the death of me.