Chapter 11
Gabriella
I wasn’t sure if I was about to cry or throw something.
Or both. Chandler had been irritating me all night, inserting himself in every single conversation like a kid not wanting to be left out.
It was almost laughable, if it wasn’t so annoying.
Clearly his ego couldn’t handle the fact that he was an outsider to this party, and I was a lived in guest. It had been satisfying watching him squirm slightly, especially when Mr. Rosenthrap didn’t hide his doubt.
Maybe that was why he decided to double down on the whiskey and start being a dick.
But just now, at the table, he had pushed me too far.
I was seeing red as I walked out of the party and down a hallway to find some sort of room to escape to.
I just needed a minute away from him. He was suffocating me by always being right there, using his charm, and looking so irritatingly good.
It didn’t excuse the fact that he had just made me feel like a damn fool.
A fool for believing that I deserved the position I had been promised, when it was so clear that my father didn’t have the same thought.
I was sure he would have something to say about my sudden outburst at the table just now.
It probably didn’t reflect well on him, and that would mostly be what he cared about, which just pissed me off more.
Sometimes, I just wanted to feel like his daughter and not his employee.
I continued walking down the hallway until I found a small room with a temporary exhibit on display.
The lights were turned down low, as the rest of the museum was closed, aside from the grand ballroom that it had been transformed into.
I quickly stepped inside, the swish of my dress the only sound aside from the dull sounds of soft jazz and chatter coming from the party.
I let out a sigh of relief, glad for the reprieve from the constant reminders that I wasn’t the new CEO of Harold Enterprises.
Glad for the reprieve from the man who was.
The man whose mission was to wind me up and watch me scramble.
I shook my head, wanting to forget the whole night.
I looked up at the wood-paneled wall and studied the painting on the wall.
It was of a large meadow, a mixture of flowers sprawled across the field in periwinkle, white, and pale yellow.
It was beautiful, and it seemed to be calming my high emotions that were reverberating through me still.
I heard the faint sound of footsteps growing louder and coming to a stop just outside the room. I knew it was Chandler without even looking, as if my body could simply sense him. It was like I had an asshole radar. I rolled my eyes as the footsteps made their way toward me.
“Leave me alone,” I said, not even bothering to look at him as he stepped beside me.
“I just want to know why you’re trying to undermine me,” he said sharply.
I whipped my head and turned to face him.
“That’s why you came to find me?” I practically snarled at him.
He hadn’t come to apologize. He had come to berate me even more. I wanted to rip the painting from the wall and smash it over his head.
Chandler looked at me as if wondering what other reason he would come to find me.
“God forbid you apologize for what you said to me back there,” I said, motioning toward the door, my voice rising.
He scoffed.
“I assume ‘I’m sorry’ isn’t part of your vocabulary though,” I continued, my voice beginning to shake as I clenched my fists at my sides.
“I don’t apologize to entitled brats,” he said, sizing me up with his green eyes that seemed to glow even in the dim lighting.
“Fuck you,” I spat.
“See? You’re too emotional to be CEO. Everyone could see the drama queen you are back at the table. Including your father. It’s probably why he didn’t give you the CEO position. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I said, shaking my head.
He seemed pleased by it, like being an asshole was some compliment. I was determined to find some way to hurt him through verbal warfare.
“You just couldn’t stand the fact that I’m a hit at this party, and you are a nobody.”
“Hardly,” he laughed out loud.
“Your ego can’t handle it. It’s too big for the small dick you probably have.” I nodded toward his crotch, not allowing my eyes to linger too long. My eyes shot back up to his. They darkened as he took a step toward me. I swallowed hard. I knew I had stepped over some invisible line.
I took a step backward, my back making contact with a pillar behind me. I had nowhere to go as Chandler closed in. He placed his hands on either side of my head and leaned in. I was trapped. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, waiting for what was going to happen next. Excited for it.
I could feel his breath against my ear, and it sent a shiver up my spine.
“I’d be happy to show you just how big my dick is,” he whispered, his voice gravelly.
I sucked in a breath as my eyes fell to his lips that were now inches from mine.
I let out a small whimper before his mouth crashed against mine.
My hands flew to his hair, my fingers getting tangled in the dark locks.
I was surprised at how soft it was, a complete juxtaposition to the kiss we were sharing. Hard and frantic and passionate.
His tongue shoved its way into my mouth and I eagerly welcomed it, pulling his head closer to mine.
I breathed him in as our tongues lashed together like they were in combat.
His hands released the pillar behind me and found my upper sides, his fingers kneading into me desperately.
They quickly moved to my breasts, where they stayed, causing me to let out a throaty moan.
My hands left his head and moved down the length of his solid back, pulling him at the waist. I was desperate for him to be closer. As his body pressed against mine, I could feel just how not small he was as his erection pressed against me through his pants. Fuck.
He pulled his mouth from mine and dipped his head, pressing his lips against my collarbone with wet kisses.
His mouth moved lower, trailing along the low neckline of my dress.
He reached up and pulled at the fabric, shoving it down, freeing my bare breasts.
His eyes widened as they gazed at them. If he looked hungry before, now he looked downright ravenous.
He parted his lips and leaned in, surrounded each nipple, sucking lightly.
I tossed my head back, making contact with the pillar behind me.
The pain dissipated quickly as he continued to swirl his tongue around each breast, as his large hands cupped around them, massaging them.
I gripped his head, pulling him in, begging for more.
He nipped one nipple, pulling an audible gasp from deep inside me.
He released and looked up at me slyly. I stared at that smile.
I wanted to taste him again. As if reading my mind, he stood up and leaned in.
He took my lips in between his teeth, and pulled gently before releasing and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
His hands traveled from my breasts down to the skirt of my dress.
He pulled at layers of fabric, trying to find where it ended.
He shoved my dress up, his hands finding my hips and his fingers pressing into my soft flesh.
He lifted me up against the pillar and I wrapped my legs around him, the flowy black fabric flooding around me.
As I clung to him, his hands left my hips and trailed up my outer thighs, making their way inward. I held onto him tighter as his fingers began moving up my inner thighs. Slowly. Torturously. They lightly brushed against the lace of my thong and stopped there.
“See? You can’t resist me,” he whispered, increasing the pressure of his touch against my growing wetness.
I let out a shuddered breath. He smiled deviously, and I could have come just from that alone. He swirled his thumb around me slowly. I knew his fingers would feel this deliciously good the second I laid eyes on them at the coffee shop.
He wrapped them around the lace of my thong, and pushed it aside. I could feel the cool air of the museum against my opening. He ran his finger up my slit slowly.
“Mmm,” he said, bringing it back down and up me again, making me squirm against the pillar. I bit my lip to keep my sounds of pleasure from escaping. His eyes fell to where my teeth met flesh and he groaned softly. It rumbled through me, making me want to hear it again and again.
He suddenly reached for the waistband of his tuxedo, leaving me reeling from the touch he had left me yearning for more of.
As I watched his hand work, I could see he was about to give me something even better.
I swallowed hard as his pants fell from his hips, followed by his briefs, falling at his feet.
I sucked in a breath at his cock. If anything, it matched the size of his ego.
I gripped the back of his neck as he adjusted his hips.
I could feel the tip of him against me, giving me a gentle nudge.
He looked at me as if asking for permission and I gave a quick nod.
It was all he needed to dip into me, inch by delicious inch, as his eyes watched me take his length.
He filled me entirely before pulling out and this time slamming into me.
I moaned loudly as I saw stars. The little dipper.
The big dipper. Every fucking star in the galaxy.
He gripped me tighter as he pounded into me, the slapping sounds of our bodies echoing through the room.
I had never felt anything this good before.
This impulsive. This raw. I clung onto him for dear life as my back hit the pillar again and again, his cock pushing further and further into me.
I could feel the wave begin to build in me, threatening to crash any second.
My legs trembled around him and then I couldn’t hold it in any longer.
I screamed as I arched my back, the wave of pleasure crashing over me. The feeling was so deep inside me that it ached. Consumed every part of me that I screamed with reckless abandon, not caring who heard. I pushed further onto him, shifting my hips to take more of him.
“Fuck,” he said through clenched teeth, fingers digging into my flesh as he pushed into me one more time and stayed buried as he exploded inside me. He pumped into me slowly a few more times until his cock stopped throbbing, and laid his chin on my shoulder breathlessly.
A moment later, he pulled out of me and I felt empty without him. He lowered me to the ground and reached down to pull up his pants. Once they were buttoned, he looked at me and smirked.
“See? I told you, you were too impulsive.”
I was back to hating him again, even though my body was still reeling from what just happened.
I wanted to bite back, but I was too exhausted.
Too pleasure-filled. I just shifted on my shaky legs and braced myself as he reached up a hand and ran a thumb over my bottom lip before leaning in to kiss me.
And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me to catch my breath.