Dangerously Loved

Always You

Andria had never been a woman to let people in on her business, so when she walked into her office after a night with Kenneth, she acted as though she spent her evening sipping wine and reading.

Although the night with her love did not end with penetration, Andria had be thoroughly sated. Kenneth knew how to make her body sing out to him with a stroke of his fingers.

Being with Kenneth again, had ruined her for good and Andria knew it. There was no way she'd ever let another man touch her, not even the chocolate skinned man that sat at her desk when she walked into her office. Andria could only hope that this time around, Kenneth would stay.

Jarvis looked smug as usual as he stared at Andria. His gaze was accusatory, and Andria knew why. When she'd gotten back to her home last night, she had a dozen calls from the persistent man.

"I called you last night, you didn't answer." Jarvis stated the obvious as he stood from her desk. He made his way over to her while fixing his blazer and cufflinks. Andria went to move around him but was stopped when he wrapped his large hand around her throat.

"Does whoever you're fucking with now, know that I've been gutting you for the last six months?" The was no lust in his touch, only distaste and gutting was a far stretch. Jarvis only made her cum because he enjoy smacking her ass while taking her from behind.

"Let. Me. Go." Andria said through clench teeth as she glared at the C.E.O who was also her boss. Instead of releasing her, Jarvis smirked and leaned in to whisper a dark promise in her ear.

"If you are not in my bed by nine o'clock tonight, your ass is finished." He then released Andria's neck and bent to kiss her. Andria turned her head just in time making Jarvis's lips land on her cheek. The smug man chuckled to himself but didn't try to kiss her again, instead her walked around her and out of the office.

Once Jarvis was gone, Andria felt her temper flare to the point that her body vibrated. She knew she had to calm down, or things would get out of hand, so without a second thought, she left the office and headed straight to Kenneth's penthouse. It wasn't a sensible idea but it's what her first mind told her to do. When she stepped out of her vehicle in the parking garage of Kenneth's building, something felt off but she ignored it. Instead, Andria rushed into the building and to the elevator like someone was chasing her, but she needed him. She needed Kenneth.

When she got to the door she used the key she had been given and walked in. Her feet stopped just over the threshold and her heart dropped into the deepest pit of her stomach. His beautiful curls were wet from his sweat and dangled in front of his sweaty forehead forehead. The look on his face was determined and hard. Andria fought to keep her knees from buckling as she stared at the two long pair of ivory legs that sat on each of his shoulders. The purse that had sat on her shoulder slid down her arm and dropped down to the floor catching Kenneth's attention. His eyes snapped up to meet Andria's and they widened in shock. Moving the pair of legs from his shoulders, Kenneth walked around his large black leather chair and approached Andria like she was a wounded little doe.

Andria looked at Kenneth and his wet semi-hard cock as he approached . Everything in her wanted to break down and cry, but she wouldn't. Not even when the blonde haired woman stood up from the chair stark naked.

"Kenneth, who is this woman, and why the fuck does she have a key to your new penthouse?" The woman questioned as she walked over to them.

"Andria." Kenneth saying her name should have lit a fire in her, made her want to jump him immediately. Instead it was bitter to her ears, and made bile rise into her throat.

What was the point of last night? Why did he give her the most amazing night she'd had in years if he knew he had a woman? Andria had done a lot of shameful things in the last nine years, but she'd never stooped to the level of being someone's mistress and she wasn't about to start.