20. Look At Me
Chapter twenty
Look At Me
S he can't look at me after we have sex, I'm noticing.
It's intriguing that Isobel's so full of abandon during the intimate act, and handles her business with a feisty, tough as nails attitude, but after sex she can't look at me. Glancing over at her I smile, thinking I have to be doing something right there at least to make her so nervous.
Maybe I'm breaking her walls down?
God, I hope so. Because it's been a very rough couple of weeks trying to keep this secret while I cautiously tread her temper.
We're in the bathroom getting ready to head to King Dynasty Co. after sleeping in most of the morning. I'd gotten her up a few hours after we fell asleep, fucked her until the sun came up, then we went back to sleep with me still inside her. I woke her up, telling her we were headed to my office. Needing to spend at least a half day there as I plan my off days carefully, and with several big projects in the works, I can't afford to slack off.
She was incredibly excited when I told her she'd be coming with me, ready to finally show her the floor that I had cleaned out so she could make use of it for her business. I didn't want her in that little two room, run down office building on the other side of town. No, she's a King now whether she likes it or not, and her environment will be reflecting her status.
This has been the hardest present I've ever kept to myself. I've almost cracked several times and told her prematurely.
Patiently waiting for Sweetie to be done pawing at my thighs, I lean against the doorframe of the closet that's attached to the bathroom, studying Isobel through the vanity mirror as she sits in an almost sheer white robe putting on blush. She's leaning forward, caressing the brush ever so gently against her cheek when it happens; the fastest flick of her eyes to me in the reflection before she's back to herself in the mirror.
I don't know why she's bothering with blush, she literally is blushing darker than what she's swiping on her skin.
Clearing my throat, I push off the door and walk slowly to her, drawn in by her energy. The memory of her calling me hers, losing her voice as I gave her orgasm after orgasm last night, echoes through my mind and I melt, remembering her tell me she was going to kill me if I ever cheated on her.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever been told before, if I'm being completely honest.
My girl is a firecracker, and I love how she sounds when she explodes.
I make it to her vanity then turn my back to the mirror leaning my hips against it, crossing my arms and legs at the ankle and exhale a deep breath .
My dick hurts.
She glances over at me nervously before going back to her refection and begins to brush out her brows. It's almost comical how hyper-fixated on herself she is right now, but I'm worried she's about to brush her skin off her face in a fit of nervousness.
"Whhaatt?" she breathes, studiously keeping her eyes off mine.
I reach forward and grab her brush, there's literally no makeup on it right now. She's rubbing nothing into her face in order to not face me. I put her brush back in it's spot in the holder and turn her chin to face me, unclipping her hair as I do so.
Try as she might, I'm not letting her hide from me. I don't care how embarrassed or vulnerable she feels. I hope it's like death by a thousand cuts; I'll keep slicing until she opens up for me and gives me what I want.
"I love the way you fucked me last night," I say.
Tilting my head, I rub my thumb against her lips, the only part of her face she hasn't yet manipulated. I groan, bending down to take her lips with my own. I can't help but deepen it. She's a drug I can't inject deep enough. She stays on the surface of my psyche, teasing me, and only she has the power to dig deeper and give me the hit I truly need.
God I just need those three little words. Need to hear them from her lips.
Her eyes are wide as I praise her.
"I loved it," I whisper against her lips. "I loved you taking control, fucking my face, rubbing your pussy all over me." I squeeze her chin hard, keeping her still for me. "Making me smell like you. But the best was when I couldn't breathe. Woman, you just do something to me I can't explain." I lean into her, parting her lips with my tongue and touching hers lightly. "I might need to hire a lifeguard to sit in the corner of the room in case I drown next time because I definitely want some more of that," I growl into her mouth and she squeals, pushing against me and laughing, but I just hold her tighter. not letting her get away.
A full on blush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck and chest.
"Hendrix," she complains in a small voice, trying to hide against my chest. I pull her back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me.
"What do you say? Shall we go swimming again tonight, beautiful?" I laugh into her mouth, sealing my lips over hers hard and bending her back, I thrust a hand into her robe and grip her breasts hard making her moan.
"Hendrix we can't! We're supposed to be going to your job!" Isobel admonishes, ripping her lips away with a little smack. "You sex fiend!" she chastises me, turning away to walk towards the closet.
I follow close behind and smack her ass hard, making her stumble a few steps and grab her ass. She throws me a filthy look as she disappears through the doorway but not for long, because I'm still right behind her.
"I'd like you to wear this," I say as I pick through her outfits, seeing her digging through her intimates drawer and smiling as she takes out a hunter-green lacy lingerie set. I hold out a white halter pantsuit that has a big bow on the back of the neck, with ribbons that hang down almost to the hips. The legs are flowy, and should stop a couple of inches above the ground. It's sleeveless, the front crisscrosses her breasts and leaves all of her collarbone and arms bare as well as a small triangular cut out showing me her abdomen.
It's classy, demure and revealing all at once.
"That's kinda…" She looks it up and down. "You want me to wear that to your office? Aren't you afraid people will stare?"
"Nope," I say, hanging it up near her and watch as she works to put some lotion on. "Here, let me." I go to my knees and thoroughly lotion her legs while she works on her arms. I keep my head down because her pussy is just right there, and we need to focus. "Besides, Gustavo will be accompanying you as your security when we are out today."
I feel her stiffen, yet she stays quiet.
"What's the matter?" I ask, rubbing her thighs firmly.
"Why does something have to be the matter?" she says hesitantly.
"Because it's you," I chuckle, letting her know I mean no harm. "And I tend to put my foot in it where you're concerned. So tell me, what's up, babygirl?" I rise up off my knee and stand to my full height.
She huffs a breath and then turns for me so I can do the clasp in the back of her bra. The tips of her ears are red, and I lean in to kiss one. "Hendrix."
"Oohhh, I know it's serious when you say my first name." Her body does this little jerk like she's trying not to stomp her foot. I quickly correct myself. "Yes, sweetheart?"
God, does she know what the fuck she does to me?
While she's wiggling into her panties I reach over and take her outfit off the hanger and go back down to one knee. As I'm down there I pause. Was this my mistake with her? Is this what she wanted? An elaborate proposal and an engagement? As an interior designer, I should have guessed she'd want to plan her own wedding.
My lips tighten with irritation at myself.
Isobel puts her hands on my shoulders and leans forward, stepping into the garment foot by foot and I give her a kiss on her nipple as I stand again, making my way back up her body and pulling the outfit up. She's scowling when I get to her face, but what else is new.
I give her a quick smacking kiss as I turn her again and work to fix the back.
"I don't want security! What do I need security for? "
I ignore her for a moment. Not just because her having a security guy is nonnegotiable, but the fact that we're getting dressed in our closet, when just a couple weeks ago she belonged to someone else needs a bit more reverence. Also, she looks like a present. Just what I wanted, so when I go to unwrap her later it'd be extra special.
Bending down, I kiss her bare shoulder. "Because I say so."
Just because I treat her like a princess, doesn't mean she's not going to get a reminder that I'm her King, quite literally. And what I say goes.
My eyebrow arches, wondering if she even has a clue that she's a brat. I bite back my smile and make my way to my own side where I dab on my cologne. Probably.
But I also wonder when she's going to figure out that I'm a pleasure dom?
My blood races, wanting to get through the next few hours so I can get her back in my bed.
"Let's go, little demon," I call after her, seeing her standing in front of the massive shoe collection I'd bought her. She's clutching Sweetie to her chest, with her head swiveling this way and that, trying to find the perfect pair as if we've got all day to waste. I click my tongue and walk up to the shelves, grab a sparkly silver pair of high heels, then grab her hand, pulling her behind me. "Lets go! If anyone could manage to get the boss fired I think it'd be you!"
As we head out into the hallway we greet Marianne who's dusting a side table, and she gives us a little smile. I nod my head at her, already having told her to refresh our sheets daily, but not to talk about it outwardly in front of Isobel.
She's not used to having staff and I don't want to embarrass her unnecessarily.
When we get into the car she lights up at the sight of her phone and her feminine wallet sitting in the seat. I've already replaced her bank cards with ones from our shared accounts. Her face lights up with happiness, making me smile.
"Oh King, thank you!" she half shouts, making my ear ring. "Good morning, Dennis! It's a beautiful day!" she says cheerfully. I scowl as she almost breaks her neck scrambling into the backseat of the car to snatch them up. I slide in a lot more smoothly, steering clear of her erratic movements as she fumbles with both items, almost dropping them in her excitement.
I shake my head and laugh, reaching forward to pluck her wallet out of her hands.
"You're welcome. Now look." I take her clutch and open it up, showing her the cards as we pull off the property to head to the main road. "This one here is for every day use, this one is for emergencies, and this one is for fun, spoiling yourself." I hand it back to her. "Pin number for the every day one is one-twelve-nine."
Her eyes go wide as she takes it out and looks at our names together. "King, I-I have my own money I don't need-" I hush her with a kiss.
"Not in front of our staff please," I say quietly in her ear. Leaning back, I eye her bare lobes, feeling my face tighten. "Isobel, why aren't you wearing earrings?"
She looks over at me. "Uhm…I don't normally wear them. My hair's too thick and it covers my ears." I look down, seeing her ring finger bare.
Absolutely not.
"Dennis, stop the car and double back home please! And get Carlotta on the phone," I say sternly, rubbing my eyes with my fingers. I'm tempted to take the rest of the day off but I have a two o'clock appointment I can't blow, and I need to show Isobel her new office .
"King, what the hell? Why? We were almost to the main street!" Isobel looks at me with wide eyes, but I'm busy addressing Carlotta who's voice comes over the car speaker.
"Yes, Mr. King?"
"Carlotta, go into Mrs. King's jewelry safe and grab me the five carat diamond stud earrings, as well as her wedding ring off the vanity and bring it to the car at the front please."
"Yes sir, be there shortly."
Five minutes later, after a lot of scowls that I shut up with a hard kiss we're back off.
I'm happy now, rubbing my fingers against her wedding ring and seeing the diamonds sparkle in her ears. Thank God she doesn't fight me on this, but she's quiet as she scrolls through her phone and I see what the problem really was. She's damn near breaking her fingers trying to reply to about two hundred missed text messages.
"What are you telling them?" I ask quietly, looking out the window at the city coming into view.
"That I'm okay, and that I'm with you," she murmurs, still tapping like her life depends on it.
"That you're with me, huh?" I say, my voice goes deeper as pleasure hits me hard at her telling everyone about us.
"Uh-huuuh. They wanted to know who the tall, broad hunk in the green tie was, and how did he learn to fight like that."
I chuckle.
"Jesus, mom's so pissed at meeeee," she groans and then throws me such a nasty look I lean away from her, feeling my dick harden to the point of pain.
"I'm sorry, Izzy. I'll talk to her." Again.
She looks back to her phone and gasps. "You had Pablo tell her I was with you so she knew the whole time?!" This time she slaps my chest, making me grunt. "And she thinks I was purposefully ignoring her!" Her voice rises an octave, and her eyes turn into slits, making me lean into her and grab her chin.
Some hitting is okay, these dirty looks of hers aren't.
"You are not allowed to show your ass in the office. You remember what I told you?" Isobel's nose scrunches and she looks at me defiantly. I narrow my eyes. "Don't even think about it, Izzy. I'll punish you, I swear to God."
Desire flashes in her eyes so fast that I almost flip her around and deliver her punishment right here in the car, but I promised myself to never deliver a punishment in front of staff.
"You're not the only one that can give out a punishment." Isobel jerks her chin out of my fingers and resumes her scowl, looking back at her phone, freezing when Christopher's name pops up several times in a row. She clicks on one message and I immediately pull out my phone and dial my security.
"Yes, sir." Gustavo answers. He's in the car behind us with Xavier, tailing us.
"Gustavo, contact Marcus and tell him to bring Christopher to me at four-thirty please. Whatever it takes."
"Yes sir, I'll let him know."
I hang up with him and tap my phone in my hand, seeing my building down the street, glimmering in the sunlight as we get close. Ignoring Isobel staring at me.
"King!" she bites out, causing me to glance at her with an arched eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"This is what I'm talking about. You don't-" she heaves a little indignant breath, "talk to me about anything. You just do! "
I look over at her. "And what's so wrong with that? Huh? Wouldn't you rather I handle the situation that way you don't have to worry about it? It's what husbands are supposed to do!"
Isobel takes off her seatbelt, getting in my face. We glower at each other right as we pull up to the building.
"NO!" she grits, pulling off her sunglasses. "Husbands are supposed to talk to their wives. Inform them when changes have been made, when decisions need to be addressed." Her brows scrunch as she looks at me. "You're good at fucking, but you have a lot of learnin' to do when it comes to actually being a part of a marriage!" she shouts in my face. "Did you even think to consider how I would feel, huh? That you're meeting with him? What could you possibly have to say to him?"
I lean forward, pushing her back as I go. "I am only gong to tell you one more time, and one time only, Isobel." I put my finger in her face. "You will watch what you say to me in public." I see awareness hit her as she looks out the corner of her eye and sees the paparazzi in front of my building.
Our building.
She's breathing hard and I'm sure right now we look like we're about to full on brawl, but thankfully we're protected by the tinted windows of the car.
"I get you're upset, but I'm going to speak to him because this," I snatch up her phone and open the texts where he calls her a "bitch," and threatens to hunt her down and beat her for what she did to his apartment and draining his bank account, "is completely unacceptable. And as your husband," I narrow my eyes at her, "it's my duty to protect you, and I'll be damned, damned Isobel, if I let anyone much less a man threaten you. What's mine!" I shout, seeing Dennis turn his head to look at us through the rearview mirror. Isobel shrinks into the door, her eyes wide and her hands tremble. "So, you are going to shut that demon mouth of yours, rein it in, and let me do my job or so help me God, woman there'll be hell to pay when we get home! Do you fucking get me?"
She swallows hard and nods, her eyes flickering between mine.
My anger diminishes some as I see that I'm towering over her in the seat while she's hunched down. And I swear, if she were anyone else, I'd rip off her outfit and fuck her even with Dennis here. But she's not. So, I sit back, yank the lapel of my suit jacket, and clear my throat. Waiting patiently as she sits back up and rearranges herself.
"F-Fine, King. Goddamn," she mutters, pushing her hair behind her ears.
I reach over and snatch her face to mine, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss that I make last forever until she sags against me and her fingers clutch weakly at my shirt. It's only after she kisses me back in earnest, touching her tongue to mine do I let her pull away.
We separate with a small smack, breathing hard.
"There's paparazzi outside. We just need twenty seconds to get in the building. Hold your purse in front of your face, and I'll shield you from the other side."
I open the door and slide out, holding my hand out for her. She takes it, her darker skin contrasting beautifully with mine, and I grip her hard. As her beautiful, high-heeled foot steps out of the car and touches the pavement, the bulbs begin to flash and the shuttering becomes almost deafening.
I pull her to me hard, waiting until she places her purse up to the side of her face and leans into me. Walking us forward, I use my body as a literal shield, protecting her.
"Mr. King, is it true that this is your love interest? "
"Mr. King, can you tell us about your involvement in the new soccer arena for downtown? And that you were gifted your own box?"
"Mr. King, what's your stance on the situation in the Middle East right now? How is your business aligning politically?"
I damn near wrap myself around Isobel, ushering her inside, and feeling Gustavo flank behind us to her right, pushing back the throng of people outside the building. We make our way inside and then relax, slowing our steps, taking a minute to breathe.
"Oh my God." Isobel shudders, holding shaky fingers to her mouth. "What the hell! I thought you were just an architect. Why are they out there like that?"
The question I'm plagued with all the time.
"An architect that's a part of a very powerful family," I grit, ushering her into my private elevator where she visibly relaxes as soon as the doors shut. She whimpers, turning into me and wrapping her arms around me tightly. I pull her in, stroking my hands down her back. "It's okay sweetie, you're okay," I say calmly, cradling her head against my chest. I press a kiss to the top of her head. "Gustavo, hire another security guard-"
"No!" She jerks her head up. "No, King, it's fine. I'm sorry, it's just first time jitters. I don't need another guard at my back. Please don't, I'll be okay when the newness wears off, we don't-" Rattled, she swallows hard and puts a hand to her chest. "We don't need another person on the payroll; it's unnecessary."
My eyes flick from her face to her toes and I make a displeased sound in my throat. "Well… if you think so. But the minute I feel like you need more security I don't want an argument."
She nods and takes a deep breath. "Thank you, King. "
"You're welcome. Now, I have something to show you." The elevator stops on the forty-forth floor and we step out, seeing construction men still walking around and setting up furniture.
I look over at Isobel who's eyes have gone wide, but for once in her life she's silent.
Our eyes take in the ferns, the wooden and marble two seater reception desk with ISKing Design, INC. backlit in the wall behind her in wrought-iron letters. Ahead is a beautiful lobby with a coffee station, grey carpeting, and past the reception area is a long glass wall, half-frosted for privacy that hosts a boardroom and a twenty seater table.
She looks at me with an expression I can't quite place. "I S King?" she says quietly, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Yes, because we're a team, and we're going to behave like one." I tilt my head, seeing her eyes well with tears. "I took the liberty of giving you one of my receptionists to borrow until you hire two of your own. Walk around, check out your office area, and anything that you want, you have a business card to use. It's in your purse. This is my wedding present to you."
Isobel sniffs and wipes a tear away, before sniffing again. "You trust me with your name?"
I chuckle as she puts her hand over her mouth and openly weeps. "Oh baby, come here," I say softly, pulling her into me and turn us so we are facing away from Gustavo who thankfully makes himself scarce. "Of course I do, my love. I trust you so much." Tears sting my own eyes. "I know I won't do everything perfect, but I'm trying, Izzy. I really am," I whisper into ear, stroking a hand down her hair, and she pulls her head back, looking up at me .
"Can you kiss me?" she says, her breath hitching on a sob. I lean down and kiss her softly, rubbing my nose against hers in an eskimo kiss. "Anytime you want, sexy."
I pinch her ass, snapping her out of it and she jerks against me squealing before I shush her with another kiss.
"Mrs. King, welcome. It's so nice to see you." We both look over, pulling away slowly as Blair, my assistant Sylvia's second hand woman, walks around the corner and holds her hand out to Isobel. My cue to get the fuck out of here.
I clear my throat, stepping backwards as Blair pulls her deeper into the office area. "Bye, baby, I'm only two floors up if you need me."
I enter into the elevator with Gustavo.
"Sir, Marco is on his way up now to Mrs. King."
I nod my head. "Thank you Gustavo. Were you able to get ahold of Christopher?"
"Yes sir, he will be here at four-thirty just as you requested."
The elevators ding and we step out into the bustling floor of King Dynasty, Architect sector. "Perfect. Thank you, G." I head through the glass doors of my office and turn. "Oh, G?"
He raises a bushy black brow at me. "Yes sir?"
"Make sure Mrs. King is indisposed during that time please." I turn, dismissing him.
"Yes sir."
I start my day, going over my appointments with Sylvia, accepting some wonderfully roasted coffee from her temporary assistant, needing it after the night I had. I can't help thinking about my wife, two floors below, and how she's liking her wedding present.
Look at me being a good husband.
I smile, only half listening to Sylvia as she goes over my appointment book for the next week.
I see my last client out my office a quarter after four, and spend the last fifteen minutes trying to decompress and get ready for my meeting with Christopher.
Babe, this office is so dreamy. What can I do to thank you? -Izzy
I smile, leaning against the window of my office and tap out my reply. Knowing she's just two floors down right within my reach at any given moment makes me desperate.
Give me some time to think about it, I'm sure I can come up with something, it won't take long though, so don't hold your breath .-King
"Sir, Mr. Jameson is in the lobby waiting." Sylvia's slightly disembodied voice enters my office through my intercom system and I put my phone down on the desktop, sitting in my office chair and relaxing myself.
"Send him in."
"Alone?"
"Yes. What's he going to do, Sylvia?" I say sarcastically. "He's all broken up right now."
"I suppose you're right. Yes sir, I'll send him right in."
"Thank you, Sylvia."
A couple minutes later when I'm going over designs on my desk, he walks in in a cast. The right side of his body looks stiff and bulky. I smile, remembering the crunchy sounds as I hit him over and over .
"Have yourself a seat, Mr. Jameson."
Fuck the look on his face is priceless .
I thought I'd gotten over the look that people get when they walk into my building and see all that encompasses King Dynasty years ago. But right now, seeing the pure hatred and envy on this man's face has got me so hard I just know Isobel's going to get her pussy pounded even harder tonight.
Christopher walks over slowly and sinks into the barrel seat across from me, trying like hell to not overtly look around.
"Whiskey?" I offer with a smile, fucking with him.
His nose twitches as he sneers down at my drink before flitting to my expansive backlit drinks cabinet filled with all top shelf liquor. "No."
I pause, taking a sip of my drink and grunting appreciatively, eyeing him nice and slow. "Still rejecting the best of the best, huh? That's sad. It's a pity you don't learn from your mistakes."
Christopher's eyes take on a hard glint. "You don't understand-"
"I don't have to understand infidelity , Jameson. And I'm perfectly fine with that." We stare at each other for a long period of time. And I make no effort to hide the seriousness or the roughness in my tone with my next words. "But what you need to understand is that the next time you get a wild hair up your ass to text my woman and call her a bitch, and threaten her, is the day I rain down such a hell upon you that you won't even know your asshole from your mouth hole, brother. Because I will fuck you every which way to Sunday so hard you won't be able to discern the difference between the two. And to show you just how serious I am, you are evicted from your apartment. Effective immediately."
His look is incredulous. "You can't do that. "
I get up, stepping over to my drinks cabinet and refreshing my whiskey. "I can do whatever I want with my assets. And right now, you're squatting in a building that's owned by King Dynasty, motherfucker. So tell me, what are you going to do about it?"
I turn to face him, seeing him so hot with rage it might give Isobel a run for her money. I sit back down with a self satisfied grunt.
"Were you fucking her?" Christopher asks, his face rock hard as he roams mine searching for a speck of dishonesty. I smile, really wishing I could tell him yes.
Thanks to Isobel, I can't. But that's alright.
"The night I made her mine was the same night I stood there with her while she watched you and that bitch betray her. She was so upset at the time, seeing you give that slut what you could have been giving her the entire time. " I take a drink of my whiskey on a deep exhale. "For the better part of a year, Isobel refuted every advance I made, and every attempt on my part to seduce her. To get her to leave you and come to me. And trust me when I say I was on that woman so hard I'm surprised your ass didn't sniff it out. She still said no, even when I had my hands all over her on the dance floor while you were busy sinking your dick into your whore."
I tilt my head, seeing his eyes turn almost evil, but he stays silent.
"She was so loyal to you, turning me down again and again. Admirable, because we both know the life I can afford her is so much more than anything you could ever wish to give her. Or even give to that whore you want so badly. Even in the face of riches Isobel still remained true to you. You were such a fool that you couldn't even see you had a good woman in your grasp because you were so blinded by lust. And in your foolishness, you freed her enough that I slid into your place." I click my tongue. "I guess I should be thanking you really, because in a way… you've blessed me, Christopher. "
Feeling sentimental, I suck in a breath and rub my wedding ring with my ringer, swirling my whiskey and ice.
Christopher's eyes go wide as he spots the shiny gold band before narrowing. "Are you two married?" he scoffs, looking like a straight bitch in his cast.
I stare, swirling my whiskey. Taunting him. Watching with amusement as his dark skin flushes a shade darker.
"We've only been broken up for not even three weeks! " he grits through his teeth. Leaning forward in his seat he pins me with a stare. "And you're trying to tell me that she wasn't fucking you when me and Anna were found out? Huh?"
I chuckle, truly enjoying the taste of his distress. "No, you get the fuck out of my billion dollar empire, Christopher Jameson. All forty-six floors of it. Because I don't owe you an explanation. Man to man, you should know that when you find a good woman it doesn't take long to know what you want. I knew the minute she walked in my office what I wanted. So while to you, it was only two weeks, and to her, one day, but for me , it was nine mother fucking miserable months while I watched her be cheated on, lied to, disrespected, gaslit, betrayed, and hurt. Nine months I suffered without her."
I lean forward, getting good and comfortable with his eyes that are staring at me with a rage that I haven't seen in a minute.
"But you know what's really suffering, ironically? Her pussy . Every chance I get I'm inside her. Giving it to her way better than it looked like you were capable of. I'm ashamed to say this but, while I was standing there, watching you fuck that bitch, all I could thing about was what a goddamn bullet she dodged because, Chris, your stroke game needs help my friend."
Ignoring the blast of hate that comes across my desk, I get up, pressing my intercom button. "Gustavo, come get Mr. Jameson and see him out please."
"Yes sir."
I stand to my full height and look down my nose at him. "You message or contact my wife again, you'll land inside of a six-foot grave instead of a hospital."
Christopher stands up, yanking at his blazer with his non-injured hand and turns on his heel, striding out my office door. But I'm right behind him, entering into the elevator and ignoring him bristling next to me. I lean forward and hit the button to the forty-forth floor and cross my arms behind my back, waiting to make the short journey.
The elevator doors open, revealing the backlit ISKing Design, INC. sign and expansive reception area and I look over at his face, seeing Christopher's eyes widen slightly as awareness hits him. Beyond the reception area, Isobel moves in the board room that has a few white boards set up. Her beautiful white pantsuit flashes behind the partially frosted glass as she works.
"If you'll excuse me." I give him a knowing smile and then exit the elevators, turning to hit the buttons to close the doors just as Isobel's voice sounds out. I nod at the guard, his signal to go and get Christopher when I walk to the back with Isobel.
Payback is so sweet.
"King!" she calls out from behind me, but I'm busy giving her ex one last warning look, winking at him as the doors shut on his face.
"Yes, baby?" I turn with a smile, opening my arms for her to run into. Her pink lips are stretched in a wide smile, and a spark I hadn't seen for weeks is present in her eyes.
"Oh King, let me show you my office. It's so wonderful."
The joy on her face is beautiful. I chuckle, placing a kiss on her lips while we walk to her double door glassed in office at the end of the hallway.
"Hmm-hmm. Show me everything sweetheart," I hum against her lips, ushering her in first, and shutting the glass doors behind us.