Everything he did was for me. And everything I did was for him.
I broke his heart.
A heart I cherished.
A heart he entrusted me with.
A heart he loved me with.
This was the last place I thought I'd see him.
This was the last way I thought we'd m...
How the hell am I going to survive being Theodore's assistant? Yea, I got nothing too. I stare at my reflection. The weekend just seems to pass on fast forward. I so don't want to go to work today, or any day for that matter.
"So, you're not going to tell me whatever that was Friday?" Harold asks when we begin our commute to work.
"Um... Well," I stammer trying to put it into words.
"He's my ex, Theodore. We'd been together since senior year of high school. He um... He left me five years ago to marry his boss' daughter. Haven't seen him since," I mumble looking out the window.
"Will working with him affect your work?" he asks after a moment.
"No. It was quite shocking yes. But I can manage. If not I'll just apply for a transfer."
"Okay," and that is it. I am grateful Harold doesn't want the 411 and everything in between about me and Theodore. I get my jacket and jump when my door opens.
"Good morning," Theodore says with a smile. I'm still sitting there practically shaking in shock.
"G-Good morning Mr. Halls," I say shakily.
"How was your weekend Linny?" he asks taking my jacket while I get out the car.
"Don't call me that!" I snap, glaring at him.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
I look at Harold who is trying his best to ignore us, bless his heart.
"I'll um... See you guys up there," he says quickly and scamper into the elevator.
"Look, whatever we had is over Mr. Halls. We don't know each other anymore. Right now we're just co-workers. Be fricking professional," I snatch my jacket from him and stalk off leaving him with his mouth hanging open.
Or I intended to. His arm comes around my chest as he pulls me against his. Oh Jesus, he smells of fresh soap. Irish springs, just like he used to. My stomach dips as I feel his breath on my ear.
"I know you Linny, inside and out," he whispers lowly. My dick swells under the sexy timbre of his voice
Bad dick! Bad dick! I scold myself.
"I know everything about you. What you like, what you sound like," his lips graze over my neck, my knees threatens to buckle under me.
He slides his other arm around my waist and tilts my face to his, "I know what you want, what you need," his lips barely touch mine.
I feel heat climb my neck faster than a stripper climbs a pole. I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against my lower back. And once again I am putty in his hands.
I'm even aware that we are in the elevator until the ding of the doors closing breaks through the haze. I stiffen in his arms trying to compose myself.
Bad Lindon! No fucking the cheating ex!
"Don't ever do that again Theodore," I bark stepping away from him and holding my jacket against my front to hide my obvious arousal.
"Don't do what? You know what those words lead to last time," he smirks.
"Oh? You mean when you fucked me while your fiancé waited for you outside?" I give him a sickly sweet smile, "like she was your pimp?" ha! Got the last word! I think when the doors ding open on our floor. He looks absolutely confuppled. I chuckle as I step out and make my way to my desk.
We awkwardly get through the day with Harold being the proverbial shield between us.
"Were you insinuating that I'm a whore this morning?" I flinch at his voice, caught up in checking back the overdrawn accounts to see if everyone made deposits for the day.
"God! What is wrong with you?" I hiss as he sits on the edge of my desk. The material of his pants stretched tight over his thighs. That noticeable bulge under his zipper. I remember a time when I mouthed him through his pants.
"Just clarifying. Is that how you saw me? Nothing but a whore?" he raises a brow in question. A glint in his eyes as if daring me.
"Yes. All the while I thought you were working your way up, silly me," I smile, "not once considering you were fucking your way to the top," I lean forward and prop my chin under my hands and give him my best bring it look.
He opens his mouth a couple of times, nothing coming out. Then he shakes his head and chuckles lightly. I always loved it when he does that. He slides off my desk pushing his hands into his pockets and walks off without a word to me. I sigh in relief.
My extension rings and I jump, "Hello, Stone's International Bank how can I help?" I say quickly into the receiver.
"Why do I get the feeling that you and Mr. Tight Pants know each other?" Angie asks and I turn away from her prying eyes.
"We don't," I automatically say.
By Wednesday I'm ready to cut a bitch. Every female in the building found ways, interesting ways to casually come to my department, 'checking out the merchandise' they whisper.
He's gay!
I want to scream. Maybe put up a sign? But what good would that do? He left me to marry that bitch.
Jealousy is not a good look on you, my inner twink giggles.
Fuck you too!
I sit in the lunch room and watch as almost every female attempt the art of flirting. I scoff to myself.
"Right Lindon?"
"Huh?" all eyes are on me. Are they holding a peace treaty talk?
"Sorry, must have zoned out," I mumble taking a bite of my delicious pasta.
"I was just saying that a sunset by the beach is very beautiful," Theodore says holding me captive with that glint in his eyes.
"Oh? Yea. It is," I rip my eyes off him, "that is until you realize the person you're sharing it with is a jackass," I add and chuckles erupt.
"Yea, I know how that is. I used to love Sarillo's, until I found out that's how my ex-boyfriend picks up his one night stands," Angie mutters talking about the fancy restaurant down town.
"I might be going out on a limb here, but do you and Lindon know each other? Apart from work," she adds smirking at me.
"No!" I practically shout, both of Theodore's eyebrows rise.
"Shoot my lunch hour is up, see you back out there," I say, hurriedly closing my lunch kit and standing.
I go into the washroom. Theodore is there washing his hands. He stands and watches me brush my teeth. I pretend he is a urinal. A sexy urinal.
"Am I your dirty little secret now?" he asks when I rinse my mouth.
"Nope. I just like to keep my business to myself," I say packing up my toothpaste and brush.
"Mm," is all he says.
"Look, what happened in the past is just that, the past. I wish you nothing but happiness so let's treat that as a hatchet and bury it," I say walking out with my head held high.
"I'd like to bury my dick in you, but eh? Don't always get what you want," I run out of there, fuck dignity. I know where his dirty mouth leads and I ain't followin'.
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A/N
Thanks for all the support. Better late than never lol.
