Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jamieson
I should have known that my father was going to be here. Anger rose inside me every time I thought about him. The only thing that was keeping me sane was being with Grace and the thought of fucking her back in my hotel room.
We stepped into the elevator, and I placed my hand on her cheek.
“Let’s go back to my room.”
“I can’t, Jamieson.”
“Sure, you can. I know you want to.” I smiled.
I leaned in and softly brushed my lips against hers. I needed her tonight.
“I can’t.” She placed her hand on my chest.
“Whatever, Grace.” I shook my head. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is. You’re acting like a goddamn child. You know what? From now on, we’re just co-workers. That’s it.”
The elevator reached my floor, and as soon as the doors opened, I stepped out with my hands tucked tightly in my pockets, and she followed me.
“We’re not friends because I won’t have sex with you? Are you serious right now? What kind of man are you?”
I scanned the room key and opened the door.
“A man who has needs.” I threw the keycard on the table. “And if you don’t want to fulfill those needs, then I’ll find someone who will. But if you want the truth, I’d rather fuck you.”
“Oh my God, you are so crass. I can’t even believe I slept with you in the first place.”
“Well, you did, and I know you enjoyed it just as much as I did! So honestly, I don’t understand what the fuck the problem is here, Grace.
We’re two adults not looking for anything but sex.
Unless you’re looking for more. Even though you say you aren’t, I think you are and that’s why you got so mad when you saw Rebecca and me. ”
“You don’t know shit!” She pointed at me.
“That’s the problem with you women. You always want more. You just can’t be satisfied with sex like men can. This is the exact reason why I don’t get involved in relationships. Too many complications and too many expectations.”
“You have no clue how he hurt me, and that’s not something I can forget so easily.”
“Come on, Grace. He hurt your ego. That’s all. He cheated on you with another woman. The guy is an asshole for doing that to you. The least he could have done was break it off with you. I don’t understand that whole thing. If someone is unhappy in the relationship, break it off first.”
“So, you’re saying that if you were in a relationship and unhappy, you’d break up with the person first instead of cheating on her?”
“Yeah. I would. But see, I don’t put myself in that kind of position.”
“What happened to you as a child for you to be so anti-relationship?”
I stared at her for a moment. Maybe if I’d told her, she’d feel sorry for me, and then we’d have sex—something I desperately needed right now. But I couldn’t. I didn’t talk about it. I never talked about it.
“Nothing. It’s just the way I am. Now, if we’re not going to fuck, then you can leave my room.”
Her angry eyes stared into mine, and I thought she was going to explode. She grabbed her purse and began walking toward the door. Placing her hand on the handle, she slowly turned her head and looked at me.
“He didn’t cheat on me. I was the other woman for over a year. He was married, and I never knew. He was that good of a liar and lived a double life. He broke me, and I need to put myself back together before even thinking about being involved with another man, even if it’s just sex.”
She turned the handle, opened the door, and walked out. I stood there in shock, and the thought of running after her crossed my mind. But I didn’t. She needed space, and so did I. The one woman I wanted more than anything rejected me, which was something I wasn’t used to.
Grace
Rage consumed me. How dare he. I entered my suite, threw myself on the bed, placed a pillow over my face, and screamed as loud as I could into it as tears fell from my eyes.
The next morning, as I was getting ready for the medical conference, there was a knock on the door. Opening it, I saw Jamieson standing there.
“Truce?” He raised his hand.
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and walked back into the bedroom.
“Grace, I’m going to do something I never do.”
“And what’s that?” I turned and glared at him.
“I’m going to apologize for last night. I had no idea that the douchebag was married. I can’t even imagine what you felt when you found out.”
I stared at him as I stood in my robe. Today was a day I always wanted to forget, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. I tried to put this day behind me for twenty years, but it always hurt so much.
He looked so sexy in his black dress pants, light gray dress shirt, and striped tie. Just one more time. I needed it to try to forget this day. I felt like nothing more than a drug addict, and Jamieson Finn was my drug.
I slowly walked over to where he was standing and stared into his beautiful blue eyes. My fingers untied my robe, and I slowly slid it off my shoulders, revealing my naked body underneath. Jamieson took in a sharp breath as his eyes raked over me.
“Grace,” he whispered as he brought his hand to my cheek.
I reached up and brushed my lips against his.
Instantly, they locked, and our tongues found their way to each other.
If I could forget, for only just a few minutes, it would be totally worth it.
His hands grasped my breasts as his fingers stimulated my nipples, sending vibrations down below and a pool of wetness to emerge from me.
I reached for his belt, and within a split second, it was undone, and his pants slid off his hips.
His mouth left mine and grazed my neck. He placed one arm around my waist and led me over to the bed, where I lay on my back as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders.
He lightly grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed, where he got down on his knees and slid his tongue up my inner thigh.
I moaned in delight as my body trembled, for it knew what was to come next.
His mouth lightly caressed my most sensitive area while his finger dipped inside me.
As I turned my head, a moan erupted, and my eyes caught sight of the time.
“Shit. We better hurry up. We’re going to be late.”
He stood up, took the condom out of his wallet, and slipped it on.
Hovering over me, he pushed himself inside, inch by inch, until he was buried in me.
Moans escaped us at the same time as he thrust in and out, pleasuring my body to the fullest. My hands tangled through his hair as our lips met passionately.
Before long, an orgasm tore through me like a tornado ripping through a town.
I let out a pleasing moan as he halted and exploded inside me.
His body collapsed on mine for a moment as we tried to catch our breath.
He lifted his head and stared at me with a smile.
“This is the last time, Dr. Finn.”
“If you say so.” He kissed my lips.
He climbed off me and went into the bathroom. I quickly put on my black dress and heels and brushed through my hair. As soon as he was dressed, I grabbed my purse, and we flew out the door and down to the room where the medical conference was being held.
I sat in a chair and watched while Jamieson gave his presentation.
I didn’t think to ask him what he was speaking about because I just assumed it was something to do with neurosurgery.
But it wasn’t. It was about finding the reason and possible cure for schizophrenia.
As I sat there and listened to him, his passion for the topic spoke volumes.
I had seen a side of him I didn’t know existed.
Now I had to question why. His presentation ended, and it would be my turn in a few minutes.
“Great presentation.” I smiled at him.
“Thanks. I’m going to go and grab some coffee. Good luck.”
He could sense my need to question him, and he quickly dodged the bullet. I heard my phone ding with a text message, and when I pulled it from my purse, I found it was from my Aunt Cora.
“Happy birthday, my love. I know you hate this day, but please, have some fun. You’re in Vegas, after all. I love you.”
I took in a deep breath. For a few moments with Jamieson, I’d forgotten what today was, and after the conference was over, I’d make sure I still forgot.
My name was called, and I stepped up to the podium.
Jamieson
After watching my presentation, Grace was going to bombard me with a million questions.
But I wasn’t worried. I was prepared to answer them.
I sat down in the back of the room with my coffee in hand and watched her speak.
She looked beautiful, and she spoke with such confidence.
She was a highly intelligent woman and ensured everybody knew it.
That was why I was a little confused about how she didn’t know that douchebag was married.
There had to be signs. How does one hide that for over a year?
I wanted to learn more about their relationship, but I wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to talk about it.
There was something about her that I was drawn to, and I couldn’t get her out of my head no matter how much I tried.
I was up all night thinking about what she told me and the hurt that resided in her eyes.
It was as if I’d felt her pain, and it freaked me the fuck out.
I had my own problems and my research to focus on.