Chapter 32
Alternative Dispute Resolution
Sara
I’m focused on a reconciliation of accounts while trying not to think about why Tom isn’t getting back to me. I messaged him today asking him to just let me know he’s okay. That’s all I need. And to tell him that I’m doing fine.
Better than fine, if I’m being honest. Last week was scary, but this week is just so much more than I ever expected. The sex, the attention, everything.
Then I remember last night and want to hate mail my brother. He set Wyatt up with Verity Baron. My supposed best friend who stabbed me in the back so hard I’m still bleeding from it.
He had to have a reason to choose Wyatt instead of one of the other guys. In the bright light of day, I’m still struggling to understand it. I rub at the ache in my chest.
“Hey.” Wyatt’s voice startles me and it’s like I conjured him with my thoughts. He stands in the doorway, looking uncertain. That clears up and he comes in, shutting the door behind him.
I set my pencil down and lean back in Tom’s chair. Maybe this wouldn’t all be so bad if Tom were just on vacation and I wasn’t using his everything. His office, his chair, his bed, his friends. Nothing feels like mine.
Wyatt sits across Tom’s desk from me. “Dante told me about the message. Are you okay?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” My heart cranks at a weird pace. When I focus on numbers, I shut it all out.
“He usually sends me something by now.” Wyatt runs his hand through his hair and his dark eyes hold mine. “We don’t even know if that email was from Tom. Anyone can send an email.”
Email. My brain spins. I hold up a hand and pick up my phone. I call a number I haven’t called for months and put it on speaker.
“Noah Burns.” His voice fills the room.
Wyatt lifts his eyebrow.
“Hey, Noah. It’s Sara.” I draw in a breath. The month I dated Noah was probably the easiest fake dating in the world. We have similar interests and could talk for hours. There’s no spark between us, but he became a good friend.
“How are you?” Noah switches from speaker to his phone. “Madison’s been worried.”
I glance at Wyatt. “I’m good. Did she tell you my brother left?”
“She mentioned it.” Noah blows out a breath. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
I smile because I love that he offered first. “Tom responded to an email from my mom. I was hoping you guys could do your thing and find out if it’s legit and where it might have come from.”
“Of course. I can send Theo over to help you guys. He’s our best.” Keys clack over the line. “He’s available in an hour. Where should I send him?”
“The office of Stone, Lawson, Hawkins & Morris. Thank you so much, Noah.” Part of that fist that’s got a grip on my heart loosens. At least we’re doing something.
“This one’s on me, Sara. I still owe you a favor.” Noah’s voice is gruff but it settles something inside me. He’s a genuinely good guy, and if he hadn’t been in love with Madison, I would have been lucky to date him. But I wasn’t ready back then.
“Thank you.”
We end the call and Wyatt shifts in his chair.
“If he wasn’t in a relationship, I’d worry he could steal you away.” Wyatt’s dark eyes lift to mine.
“You and I have an agreement. Not a relationship. There’s nothing to steal away.” The words are bitter on my tongue, but that doesn’t make them less true. I should be happy with what we have.
His eyes narrow. “Come here, trouble.”
I arch an eyebrow. “No.”
His fist clenches, but he relaxes back into the chair. “Fine. You want to play games. We can play games. I didn’t come in here to punish you. I came in to talk since we opted out last night.”
“I had energy to burn off.” Shrugging, I can’t meet his eyes. I avoided him last night. This morning, he still made sure I had breakfast but we didn’t really talk.
“I’m sure Finn was good at that.”
My cheeks flush, but I lift my gaze to his. I’m not embarrassed that Finn fucked me. But remembering it makes my insides boil.
“Sorry.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to sound like a jealous lover.”
“But you are?” I lean my elbows on the desk and hold my chin as I narrow my eyes on him.
“Am I jealous that you have other lovers than me?” He swallows and it fascinates me. Watching Wyatt is a longtime hobby of mine. “If I’m not present when they fuck you, more so than if I’m there.”
I cross my legs against the growing ache. “Did you come in to discuss your jealousy or mine?”
“I don’t want to take her if she’s going to cause issues.
I don’t want to take her at all, if I’m honest.” He runs a hand through his hair and stands abruptly.
“Fuck. I figured it must not be an issue if Tom set us up, but I also know that he doesn’t want you and me together.
Maybe I wanted to cut that tie too. Maybe seeing me with her would undo whatever crush you had on me. ”
Okay, now my insides are boiling for another reason.
“I’m fucking this up.” Wyatt’s eyes capture mine. There’s an apology in his. “I’m not going if I have to take her.”
I straighten and shake my head. “There has to be a reason other than being an asshole to me that he wanted her to come. He knows she wouldn’t go with him, but it would hurt me the most if she went with you. Which is exactly why Tom did it.”
Wyatt comes around the desk and lowers to his knees in front of me. “He’s an asshole.”
It surprises me that he would submit to me in this way. That’s not who Wyatt is. It helps to untangle the pain around my heart.
“She wants to hurt me any way she can.” I shrug. “She’s always known I want you. To her, you’re the best way to make me hurt.”
“Why does she want to hurt you?” Wyatt puts his hands on my legs. There’s something satisfying about having him on his knees before me.
“I wish I knew.” It’s the best answer I have. I never really understood it. “I always thought we were best friends. But the whole time she was working everyone else against me. Being nice to my face while saying mean, nasty things about me behind my back.”
Wyatt is quiet but his hand glides down my calf, gently massaging it.
“She called me a stalker and it stuck. She made me the bad guy and everyone believed her because, from the outside, it made sense.”
Wyatt’s brow furrows and I stroke his forehead to smooth the lines out.
Before he can speak, I go on. “She knew my obsession with you. That the guys I dated, I wasn’t really into. That I didn’t date much. It wasn’t hard for her to make that into something it wasn’t. To cast me as the villain. I just didn’t realize she was doing it until it was too late.”
Wyatt continues to caress my legs, soothing me. Making it easier for me to get this out.
“I don’t know what I did to her. I still don’t understand why.
But once we graduated, she crucified me at the party.
And by then, she’d cast so much doubt into everyone else’s mind that I couldn’t recover.
” I rub at the ache in my heart. “She destroyed me and took all my friends away in a heartbeat.”
Wyatt brushes away the tear rolling down my cheek.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to tell you all that.” I try to smile and look up to keep the tears from falling.
“I can’t take her, trouble.” He kisses the inside of my knee and a little shiver works through me. “I won’t.”
I thread my fingers into his hair and tip his face so our eyes meet.
This is important. “Tom doesn’t hurt me without a reason.
He doesn’t know which events I show up to, but he had to know there’s always a possibility I would see you with her.
Tom can be an asshole, but he’s not cruel intentionally. ”
Wyatt’s eyes narrow.
“She has something he wants. It’s the only excuse I’m willing to believe.” I tug on his hair, but he doesn’t wince. “She wouldn’t have gone with anyone but you. She’s been pacing around you, wanting to dig that knife in a little deeper.”
I swallow against the thickness in my throat.
“Thank you for offering but I want you to bring her.” I straighten. “I want her to see that I’m not the breakable, naive girl who believed she was my friend. I know who she is now and she won’t be able to get to me. Not even through you.”
“No woman will ever measure up to you, trouble.” He wraps his hands around my knees and pull me forward on the chair until I’m on the edge of it.
He pushes my skirt higher. “I knew you were obsessed with me. Since we’re being honest, I’m obsessed with you.
Every inch of you was made for me, trouble. ”
He kisses the inside of my thigh and it trembles from the heat pouring through me.
“The only woman I want to sink into is you.” He kisses higher, closer to where I ache for him, as he draws my legs over his shoulders. “The only woman I want to hear screaming my name is you.”
“Wyatt.” I glance at the door, which is unlocked. No one usually disturbs me during the day, but there’s always that possibility.
“I don’t care who sees.” He slides my panties to the side and his hot breath coats my wet pussy. I throb for him, aching for that first touch. “I’m yours, trouble.”
My fingers clench in his hair as his mouth closes over my pussy. His tongue sweeps over me slowly. A whimper falls from my throat. My entire being is tense in anticipation of the pleasure he can give me.
As his tongue explores every fold, every inch of me, my breath and pulse quicken. My insides rage into an inferno.
“You taste exquisite.” He backs away and licks the wetness from his lips. “Stand.”
It’s a command, and right now, I’m willing to obey. When I stand before him, he reaches under my skirt and drags my panties down my legs. After I step out of them, he stuffs them in his pocket.
I search his dark eyes as his hands smooth over my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I ache the most. “Wyatt, please.”
“Bend over the desk, trouble. Show me that gorgeous pussy of yours.” His words have me dripping as I do what he says.
He lifts my skirt over my hips and his breath fans over my pussy and ass. “Spread your legs.”
The reality of Wyatt is so much better than all the dreams and fantasies I’ve had over the years. I part my legs farther, resting my cheek against the cool wood. My body is flushed with fever and the coolness feels good.
“Cover your mouth, trouble.” He teases the back of my thighs and spreads me open. The creak of the chair sounds loud above our breaths. “We don’t need the others coming to investigate.”
His lips touch my pussy as I cover my moan with my hand.
He holds me open as his tongue and lips rediscover me, sucking, licking, nibbling. My whole body shakes with need and the tension grows tighter and tighter. His tongue thrusts into my entrance and I whimper, pushing back into him, but his hands hold me in place.
I’m so fucking close. He shifts again and sucks on my clit as his finger eases inside my pussy, thrusting in and out. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is feel as warmth spreads through me and the fire blazes too hot, finally combusting.
My release gushes on Wyatt’s face.
“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He moves even higher and then his mouth is on my asshole, kissing, licking and then thrusting his tongue into me.
I groan at the naughty feel of him back there as he fucks my pussy with his finger, adding another to stretch me out, thrusting in deep as his tongue works in and out of my asshole.
“Wyatt, I’m going to—” My orgasm overwhelms me. The world flashes white around me as wave after wave crashes over me. He draws away and I breathe in raggedly, but then his cock drives into my pussy, filling me and tipping me back into ecstasy.
I cry out. My hand barely muffles it.
“Such a good girl, trouble.” He thrusts in and out in a lazy rhythm, building me back up until I’m bucking back against him, needing him deeper and harder. “You want to come again?”
“Yes, sir.” I’m almost to the point of begging because the feel of him is so good.
He rubs my clit quickly, expertly, until I can’t hold back. I scream into my hand as my release pounds into me. I can’t even breathe as it rolls through me. He keeps slamming into my hips, driving harder and more intensely.
He thrusts in deep and fills me with his warm cum. My pussy clutches him in little aftershocks as I sink into Tom’s desk and smirk.
“You think Tom will know you fucked me on his desk?” I draw a little heart on the wood with my fingertip. Seems like the right revenge for him setting Verity up with Wyatt.
“Maybe.” Wyatt caresses my ass. “I can’t get enough of you, trouble.”
I stretch, feeling him pulse inside me. “Me either. Is this considered billable time?”
Chuckling, he grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk. “Maybe bill overhead.”
He pulls out and cleans me up with the tissues. When he backs away, I straighten and turn. His cock is still out and I don’t think.
I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, tasting him and me, salty and musky. My gaze lifts to his as he cradles my jaw tenderly with his hand.
“You’re going to make me regret coming in here, trouble.” His tone says he doesn’t regret this. Not at all.
I hum around his cock and he stiffens inside my mouth. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, so I slip my hand between my legs and thrust my fingers inside to hold it in.
“Good girl. Rub your clit with your thumb.” His thumb strokes my cheek in time with how I’m sliding my mouth up and down on his cock. I rub my clit, winding closer and closer to the edge again.
“Come for me.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me onto his cock, making me take him into my throat.
Moaning around him as his cum hits the back of my throat, I come all over my fingers. Fuck, there’s so much about sex that I love. I swallow him down.
“We definitely shouldn’t tell Tom about this.” Wyatt draws his cock out and puts himself away.
I arch an eyebrow. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Chuckling, he offers me a hand and studies my face. “You make me forget myself, trouble. I came in to apologize and tell you I’m not going to go forward with the farce of this fundraiser, because I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t come in here to fuck you.”
My grin is uncontainable. “I’m glad you did.”
Shaking his head, he hands me my panties. “If I keep them, I’ll just call you into my office and fuck you on my desk.”
“Keep them.” I push his hand back toward him. Tingles cascade through me at the heat in his eyes.
He captures the back of my neck and kisses me hard, leaving me flustered and aching, all over again.
While he pockets my panties, I straighten my clothes and suck the taste of us off my fingers.
“Fuck, Sara.” His eyes darken as he watches me. His cock thickens in his pants.
I smile. “Come to the fundraiser. Bring her. I want to figure out what she knows. Maybe she’s connected to one of these new companies.”
“Sara—”
I put my finger against his lips to stop him from trying to back out again. “Someone is after me. Someone is after Tom. It’s time to figure out who, so we can figure out how to make them go away.”