Chapter 4
Istruggled to focus on the paperwork in front of me.
Work, while pressing, was doing a very poor job of holding my attention these days.
After two weeks of meeting Mae in the temple, I’d become slightly obsessed with her. She was obedient and responsive and open, a perfect combination for a partner in the temple. I kept thinking about the way her thighs quivered every time she came.
But I’d still not been able to bring myself to fucking her.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t fuckable, that was for sure. She was drop-dead gorgeous, her sexy body like something out of a fucking centerfold.
But each time I came close to sinking my cock into her tasty pussy, something held me back. Unfortunately, that something wasn’t a thing. It was Everleigh. I couldn’t even explain it to myself, but I felt like if I actually fucked her, it would be like I was cheating on Everleigh.
The same Everleigh I’d never be able to have.
See? It doesn’t make sense. And despite that, I kept trying. I’d come dangerously close during our last meeting, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to resist. But I knew I’d be left with the feeling of having betrayed her and that was stupid in itself, but there I was, being a stupid idiot.
I’d chosen this woman because she’d reminded me of Everleigh in the first place. I’d been sure if I had a close stand-in, I’d be able to banish this obsession. But now I was even more tortured and unfulfilled.
I was beginning to resign myself to just being doomed.
As I mindlessly shuffled through papers, I heard a knock at my office door. I got up and opened it, only to see the object of my torture had arrived to inflict more pain.
I couldn’t help but take in the outfit Everleigh was wearing. Or, not wearing, rather. There were more pieces missing to her dress than existed. It was a tight fitting, cut-out, latex dress, all black and shiny and clinging to her curves like a second skin. It was so low cut, I could see the beginning of underboob, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Hey,” she said, leaning against the doorframe like the sexy vixen that she was.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, sounding much harsher than I intended.
She walked in and closed the door behind her. I suppressed a groan. The last thing I needed was to be in a closed room with her.
“I wanted to say hi,” she said, twirling a lock of hair. My eyes darted down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly. Her smile flickered knowingly.
“Well, you said it,” I said, unable to do anything but stare down at her. She closed the distance between us, standing inches from my body. She reached up and fingered the collar of my shirt.
“Why are you so hostile with me all the time, Theo?” She asked, batting her eyes at me. “You act like we barely know each other sometimes. And yet, we know each other’s darkest secret, don’t we?”
I shook my head. “We don’t need to be talking about that.”
“Why not?”
“Because there’s no reason to!” I insisted, my words laced with annoyance. Some things were best left buried in the past.
“I think you let it get in the way,” she whispered, before licking her lips. What the fuck was she doing?
“Get in the way of what, Ev? It’s in the past. Leave it there.”
“I think you let it get in the way of this,” she said, reaching down and grabbing my cock. I yelped and jumped away from her.
“Ev!” I cried out. She laughed, coming close again. God, she was so close.
I wanted her so fucking badly. In fact, at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to push everything off my desk and lay her back on it and give her everything I’d been holding back for the last decade. She wanted it, too. Clearly.
“We can’t do this, and you know that.” I finally said. Each word was like a dagger to my heart.
“I know you want me.”
“I’m not arguing.”
“I dare you to kiss me.”
“We’re not kids anymore,” I protested.
“That’s exactly my point.”
“West would kill us and you know it.”
“Fuck West,” she said, her plump lips pursing into a pout. I wanted to suck on her bottom lip until she cried out, but no. Never. The thought ripped through me like a bullet.
“Don’t be stupid, Ev,” I insisted.
She rushed me. Her lips fell on mine in a flash, all hot and quick and fluttery and unexpected. I took a step back and she kept her lips against mine. When her tongue darted out and seared my bottom lip, I knew I was fucked. I groaned, grabbed her head with both hands and kissed her hard and hot. My tongue dove into her mouth until I found hers, tangling with it, hungrily, urgently.
Her moans were like music to my ears. When she arched her back and pressed her tits against my chest, it was like a light turned on in my head.
What the actual fuck was I doing shoving my tongue in her mouth?
I pushed her away, anguish pouring into my veins.
“We can’t!” I shouted. “What the fuck, Everleigh?”
She watched me intently, her lips wet and swollen, her eyes brimming with tears.
We stood staring at each other across the room, like deer frozen in the headlights of our shared fate, breathless and surprised.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that,” she whispered.
I was about to reply, to tell her how preposterous this whole thing was, when a knock sounded at my door. I pulled open the door to reveal West, holding a bunch of papers in his hands.
“Hey, I wanted to give you all this info on potential investors for you to –.”
He stopped short when he saw his sister.
“Is she fucking bugging you again?”
“She was just leaving,” I said, avoiding her eyes. I couldn’t bear to look at her, to see the pain I’d surely inflicted with my carelessness.
“Yeah, I just stopped by to say hello.” I heard the disappointment in her voice and it broke my heart. I’d done that. I’d hurt the one person I actually fucking cared about.
“I told you the other day that Theo is too busy for your bullshit, Ev,” West snapped.
“Fuck off, West,” she said, flipping her long blonde hair as she passed him. She disappeared down the hallway and I tried to conceal the distinct crack I felt in my heart in her absence.
“Sorry about her, bro. Here’s the papers.” He handed them to me and then left. I closed the door to my office, the frustration and rage and despair that had been bubbling up inside of me finally boiling over. And yet, the fury had nowhere to go to be released.
I swiped the papers from my desk, my laptop and phone falling to the floor with them. Knocking my chair over, I stumbled backwards as it hit the floor with a heavy thump. My fist hit the wall, puncturing the drywall behind the door.
In the end, I was left with nothing but a mess to clean up and a few bloody knuckles. Neither of which did a thing to relieve the painful yearning for Everleigh that plagued the deepest parts of my soul.