19. Rich Stalker
RICH STALKER
SEAN
M y eyes glanced at the phone placed on the conference table. It dinged with a notification, and I quickly picked it up to check if she had sent me any message. A frown appeared between my brow. It wasn’t from Chelsea.
But Liza, my ex fiancée.
Liza: answer my call Sean
I sighed and placed my phone back on the desk.
“Do you have anything to share, Sean?” Derek asked, interrupting my thoughts. I glanced at him to realize he was standing near the podium to show his presentation.
“No, keep going,” I said, crossing my arms. He continued, and I tried my best to focus on the importance of creating strong evidence, but my eyes kept averting to the phone.
Maybe Caleb is right. Mobile phones are addictive .
Because why was I expecting a message or a call from Chelsea? I had made sure she was feeling better before dropping her off, but what if she gets cramps and there’s no painkiller at her place? Or what if she feels hungry and has no food?
I should call her.
I reached to pick up my phone and felt a prickle of heat on my face. Paige and Derek were glaring at me as if I had committed a grave sin of making coffee and not offering it to them.
Which I had. Once. That morning.
“What?” I said, clearing my throat.
They both shared a look before Paige asked, “Are you dating someone?”
“What? No, why would you ask that?” I answered her too quickly. I wasn’t lying. I wanted to date Chelsea, but I couldn’t ask her out after knowing her for less than a week.
She had your dick in her mouth and you cleaned her period panties .
I ignored that thought. We were in a transactional relationship as of now, and even though I wanted more, I would have to settle everything with Liza before asking Chelsea to be my girlfriend.
“You forgot to offer coffee this morning and didn’t even ask how Paige was,” Derek accused me, keeping his papers on the desk and siting beside Paige, across from me.
Now they both looked like my parents asking me if I was gay when I was seventeen, because Cillian and I hung out almost every single day, and I never talked about dating a girl.
They were so wrong.
I had a girlfriend when I was sixteen, but she moved away and we never crossed paths again.
Leaning back on the chair, I pinched the bridge of my nose and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t ask about your health, Paige. I have some things in my head, that’s all.”
Paige turned to Derek. “He’s dating someone.”
“I’m not.”
“He is.” Derek nodded, ignoring me. “He has checked his phone seven times since we started the meeting.”
Paige asked, “Who do you think he is dating?”
I flared my nose and stood up. “I’m not dating anyone.”
Derek smirked. “I think I have an idea who he might be interested in.”
“This is against HR policy. You should not discuss my love life.”
They both turned to me and gave me a deadpanned stare. “You did not even react when Paige said she’s going on a maternity leave soon,” Derek said. “We should be looking for an assistant, but you’re like a teenager in puppy love glued to your phone.”
I looked at Paige accusingly. “You’re leaving?”
She stood up with the support of the chair and I glanced at the huge bump on her stomach. Right . “This baby needs some rest. And by baby, I mean, me .”
She deserved rest. What am I doing?
I ran a hand through my hair. “Sorry, right. You need to leave.” I asked Derek. “Have you found anyone yet?”
He shook his head. “Maybe we could get an intern?”
I remembered Chelsea had a major in business but couldn’t find anything for work. That’s why she was working as a server in the strip club.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Derek said, leaning back in the chair. His eyes narrowed at me as Paige waddled out of the meeting room, talking about having Mexican for lunch.
I wanted Chelsea for lunch.
Brain. Bad!
Shaking off the image of her spread out on my desk while I ate her out, I focused on Derek’s words.
“And what am I thinking?”
“You want to hire that cute server from the strip club?” he replied. “Which is against HR policy, since you are already in a relationship with her.”
I stared at him. “We are the CEO of this firm, Derek. You had your ex as our paralegal and kept her locked in your office.”
He hummed and shrugged, standing up. “She was good at pro-bono work and better with her mout?—”
“I don’t need to know.”
Derek sighed and looked at me. “Will you be able to focus if we hire her?”
He was right. I was a teenager in a man’s body because images flashed through my head.
Chelsea in tight pencil skirt and stockings with high heels.
Bending over to grab copies from the printer, leaning over to give me a coffee and her cleavage showing through with a hint of black lace bra.
Her in glasses and red lips asking me if she could have my cock for lun?—
“I will,” I answered him with an edge to my voice. I kept the papers in front of my crotch. My pants felt tight, and I didn’t want my colleague-slash-friend to see me get a boner.
He gathered his papers and said, “Call her for an interview. If she passes, Paige can train her before she leaves.”
I grinned. “I’m sure she will pass.”
She’s an obedient pet, after all. My good girl .
Once he left the room, I called her and tapped my fingers on the desk as the caller ring kept ringing. She must be busy. I called her again.
Three more times.
I didn’t leave any voicemail and glared at her caller ID. Princess.
My jaw clenched, my cock twitching in my pants. I was getting harder because she was infuriating me by not picking up my call. Which was a first.
No one ever ignored my text messages or calls. Especially the women I dated.
* * *
Once I left the office, I called Chelsea two more times before giving up and driving to her apartment.
“Oh, hi,” Rory seemed surprised when he opened the door to find me.
I nodded at him and glanced over his shoulder to find Chelsea. “Is she home?”
He frowned and looked in the direction of her room. “I think she left half an hour ago.”
“Left?” I asked. “Where did she go?”
He eyed me, wondering if I was trustworthy. I was glad she had protective roommates, but I needed to know where she was, and this was the second time she had left without giving me any answer.
Rory shrugged. “I don’t know, man. She told me she was going to work and then go to her mom’s place.”
I frowned. She never told me about going to her mom’s. “Where’s that?”
He looked at me from top to bottom and chuckled. “You are whipped or a rich stalker.”
“Both, probably,” I said, pulling out my wallet. “I’ll pay your month’s rent if you tell me her mom’s address.”
His eyes widened, and he stuttered out the address, taking the money I handed him.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” I said to him, slapping his shoulder and leaving her apartment.
Why does her mother’s name seem familiar?
I was going to find out soon, since she lived in Coral Springs.
Chelsea was going to get spanked again if she didn’t have a good enough reason to inform me and call me back.