29. Delilah
Chapter 29
Delilah
I ’m smiling like a love-sick fool as I open the top drawer of my desk and store my mobile phone inside. Nice try, Mr Prescott. As much as I’d love to take him up on his offer, I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t let this thing between us stand in the way of my job.
We have after hours to do all that fun stuff. It gives me something to look forward to. I’ve never lived with a man before, discounting my father of course, so I’m enjoying playing house with Spencer.
The last few days have been pure bliss … I can’t believe this is now my life. I’m happy … happier than I ever thought possible, and I owe it all to one man. What we have is a stark contrast to the relationship Kayne and I shared. I now know what it feels like to be cherished and adored.
Spencer has shown me what a healthy, balanced relationship should look like. Maybe it comes with age or wisdom, or it’s just the person he is, but there’s not a day that passes, even before we took the next step, that I wasn’t thankful to have him in my life.
He seems all in, maybe more so than me. He even suggested that since most of my things were already packed up, I should move them into his room. I told him I wasn’t ready for that. It’s too soon. I like this man … I do, but I think if we have any chance of making this work, we need to take things slowly.
Although he didn’t seem that impressed by my unwillingness to switch bedrooms, he didn’t push the issue. For now, my walls will remain up. I have to stay guarded just in case things don’t work out. I don’t know if I can survive another heartbreak.
I turn back to my computer and continue working when Marcy comes out of her office. “Delilah,” she says, getting my attention.
“Oh, hey. Is there something you need?” I ask, glancing at her from over my shoulder.
“Mr Prescott just called; he wants to see you in his office.”
I’m going to kill him.
I try my best to act unperturbed by his request because the last thing I want is for Marcy to become suspicious. “He does? Did he say why?”
“Yes, some unfinished business.”
Thankfully, I managed to swallow back my gasp. I cannot believe he said that. “Unfinished business?” I hate that my voice comes out squeakier than intended. “I can’t imagine what.”
“It has something to do with when you were working for him.”
“Oh.”
“Why don’t you head out to lunch once you’re done?”
How long does it take to commit murder?
“Okay. Would you like me to get something for you before I go?”
“I’m good,” she says, flicking her hand. “Mr Prescott said he needed to see you right away, so you better head up there. You don’t want to keep the boss-man waiting.”
“Hmm,” I grumble under my breath as I abruptly open the drawer on my desk to retrieve my handbag.
Since none of the staff elevators go up to Spencer’s floor, I have to travel down to the ground floor and have Shay-lee scan me up there. Although from the outside looking in, this may seem like an innocent, work-related request, I’m embarrassed and slightly terrified that someone will see straight through the lie.
I’m a combination of flushed and peeved by the time I arrive at his office. “You wanted to see me,” I growl from the doorway.
He looks up from his keyboard before sitting back in his chair with a pleased grin. He looks all smug and way too handsome for his own good.
He crooks his finger in my direction, and the grin on his face grows. “Come here, Miss St. James … oh, and lock the door behind you.”
My hands immediately go to my hips. “No, like I said in our message, I have work to do.”
“Don’t get all sassy with me, sweetheart, you know it turns me on,” he replies, placing his hand over his crotch and palming his dick through his trousers.
It does?
“Now, be a good girl, lock the door, and come over here. I have something for you.”
His smug face gets smugger and my body betrays me. I close the door and lock it, before leaning back against the cold wood. A dull, aching throb starts between my legs and my breathing becomes rapid.
“I don’t want to lose my job,” I tell him.
“Do you forget I own this company? Nobody is going to lose their job. Now come here.” He pushes his chair back further and taps his open palm against his upper thigh. “Don’t make me ask again. Laura will be back in—” his eyes dart to his computer screen, “—forty-five minutes. More than enough time to give you a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.”
My feet move in his direction before my brain even registers the fact. As much as I like to deny it, I’m drawn to this man. When I’m within reaching distance, his hands grasp hold of my hips.
“I swear to everything holy, if you rip this dress like you did my skirt the other day, we are going to have a problem, mister.”
He rolls his lips to hide his amusement before saying, “You are no fun.”
“Fun,” I squeak. “I have nothing else to put on. If you ruin my clothes, I’m going to have to walk out of here with my butt cheeks on show.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you,” he says in a serious tone. “What is under this dress is for my eyes only.”
Good answer.
His hands slide from my hips, moving south. When he reaches the hem of my dress, he gently hikes it upwards over my thighs until it’s scrunched around my waist. Once he’s done, he sits back in his chair for a moment to admire his handiwork.
“Beautiful,” he breathes.
He leans forward, places the pad of his thumb against my silk underwear and begins to expertly massage my clit. My hand blindly feels around for his desk, so I have something to hold on to.
When he applies a little more pressure, I tilt my head back and moan. That must spur him on because he’s suddenly tugging my underwear to the side and sliding his fingers back and forth through my arousal.
“Widen your stance,” he commands, using his knee to guide them further apart. “Good girl.”
His thumb moves back to my clit as the tip of one of his fingers enters me. “Yes.” Moving it in a circular motion, he slowly sinks deeper.
As amazing as it feels, I’m already craving more. Anticipating my needs, a second digit closely follows. His thumb movements quicken, and I feel my body nearing its peak. I squat my legs slightly, taking more of him inside me, which makes him growl.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is, Delilah?”
I’m too busy climbing Mount Ecstasy to answer, but when I hear the tell-tale clank of his belt buckle, my gaze snaps back to him. He pops his button next and then drags down the zipper on his trousers. I feel like I’m watching an erotic strip tease as he frees himself from the confines of his boxers and wraps his hand around the base of his girthy, rock-hard cock.
“See what you do to me, sweetheart,” he croons as he strokes himself.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
“What I’m doing to you or myself?”
“Both,” I pant as I let go of his desk and reach for his shoulders.
“This is what I do to myself in the shower when I’m thinking of you.”
Watching him pleasure himself only makes what he’s doing to me, feel more intense. I see the pre-cum leaking from the eye of his penis, and I want to lean down so I can taste him but my orgasm is approaching hard and fast.
“I’m coming.” My grip on his shoulders tightens. My legs tremble so badly that I’m worried they’ll give way.
“That’s it, come all over my hand, sweetheart.”
His fingers are now driving into me and he doesn’t relent until I’m thoroughly drained. When he removes them from inside me, he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them between his lips. “Delicious.”
That move was insanely hot.
He opens his top drawer and removes a condom. “You have condoms in your office?”
“I grabbed a couple from home this morning … you know, just in case the opportunity arose.”
“Right,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
“Relax, you’re the only woman I’ve ever fucked in my office.”
“You’ve never fucked me in your office. Maybe in your head, but not in reality.”
He barks out a laugh as he tears open the foil packet with his teeth and rolls the condom down his impressive length. “Definitely in my head, but my fantasy is about to become my reality.” He grasps the base of his dick again, holding it slightly away from his body. “Come and sit on my cock, like a good little girl, Delilah.”
I immediately do as he asks, straddling his lap. We moan in unison as I slowly sink down, taking him deep inside my body.
There’s something sexy about the way he orders me around. It’s not condescending or belittling. He knows I’m up for the task. He’s simply handing over the power. The ultimate decision will always be mine.
My ex was the opposite. He used to treat me with kid gloves, which, in turn, made me feel fragile and weak.
If you discount the time, he rammed his dick up my arse of course .
“I’ve been fantasising about fucking you like this all morning,” Spencer whispers as his lips run a path along my jawline. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, Miss St. James. I’m addicted to your taste, scent, touch … you .”
“Delilah,” my mother says when she answers the door and finds me standing on the front porch. “Why didn’t you use your key, silly girl? This is your home; you don’t have to knock.”
Has this place ever truly been my home?
I lift one shoulder because I’m unsure of what to say to that. Sometimes it’s better to pick your battles and keep your mouth shut. I didn’t come here for a fight.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course,” she answers, opening the screen door and stepping back, allowing me to enter.
It’s funny how foreign it feels to be back here. In the short time I’ve been at Spencer’s, it has become my home … my safe place.
I follow my mum into the kitchen and take a seat at the dining table. “Would you like a cuppa? Or something to eat? I have some leftovers in the fridge.”
“A coffee sounds good,” I answer.
I watch as she fills up the kettle with water and grabs two mugs out of the cupboard. “How have you been? I’ve been meaning to call you.”
“You have?”
“Yes.” She puts a scoop of instant coffee in both mugs, adding sugar to mine. I’m pleased she still remembers how I like it, even though I’ve only been gone a few weeks. It’s the little things that always gave me hope.
Nothing has changed .
Nothing more is said until my mother places the mug in front of me and takes the opposite seat. “I was going to ring you and ask for your new address, but since you’re here, there’s no need. I wanted to give you this.”
She reaches over to grab something off the pile sitting in the middle of the table. It’s a save the date card … for my sister and Kayne’s engagement. That was quick.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. If I’d been given this a few months ago, I probably would’ve broken down and cried, but if I’m being honest, my immediate reaction is far from that.
“I know this may be hard for you, Lilah, but?—”
“I’m okay with it,” I say, cutting her off, because I mean those words from the depths of my soul. What Spencer said was true. “You dodged a bullet with that one.” That weasel is Abigail’s problem now. “If this is what they want, I’m happy for them.”
“Oh,” is my mother’s response. I think she’s even surprised by my lack of reaction. “Your father and I were shocked at first. We didn’t see this coming so soon. Last week we went out to dinner with your sister, Kayne and his parents. I don’t think any of us were expecting a proposal, but when he got down on one knee and produced a ring?—”
“How sweet,” I say, cutting her off again. I don’t need the finer details. I just hope that piece of shit had enough class to buy my sister a new ring, and didn’t give her the one I threw back in his face the day I found my sister bouncing on his dick.
She sits up straighter in her chair. “I’m relieved you’re taking this in your stride.”
“Like I said, if this is what they want, all power to them.”
She nods her head, but I’m unsure if she believes what I’m saying. “Now that’s out of the way, how have things been with you?”
“Great … really good. I love my new job.”
“And Spencer?”
“He’s wonderful,” I say, unable to hold back my smile.
“I’m happy to hear that, sweetie. I’m glad you’re moving on with your life. I mean, I wish it was somebody other than him … you know, since he was Abigail’s first.”
“He was never Abigail’s, Mum. I could say the same about Kayne and me.”
She winces. “You know what I mean.”
I don’t respond to that, again choosing to pick my battles. “I came here today to get some more of my things … and my car. Are you okay if I take it?”
“Of course. Your father and I bought that for you … it’s yours to do with what you want.”
“Thank you. Damien, Spencer’s driver, has been taking me wherever I need to go, but it would be nice to have my car to get around. I’ve saved up enough money to re-register it.”
She reaches out and places her hand on my arm. “Look at you all fancy with your own driver,” she says, but I don’t hear any malice in her voice, which I’m grateful for.
“How are things with you and Dad?” I ask.
“You know, the normal.”
I nod, knowing exactly what she means. Boring and mundane, while doting on my sister’s every whim.
The next half hour is spent with small talk, nothing meaningful, which signals it’s time to go. These people will always be my flesh and blood, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy spending time with them.
After I pack the rest of the things that I want to take with me, I look around my childhood bedroom, more than likely for the last time. Even if Spencer and I don’t work out, I doubt I’ll be back, other than for a visit.
As I’m wheeling my bag down the hallway, my sister’s bedroom door suddenly opens. I wasn’t aware she was home.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Crawling home with your tail between your legs,” she says like the smug bitch she is.
“Actually, no. I just came home to get the rest of my things. I got your save the date … congratulations.”
She rears back like I slapped her. Given how I’ve acted since it all went down, I can’t blame her for being sceptical, but I mean every word. These two deserve each other.
When I get no response from her, I continue walking. I only take a few steps before my conscience gets the better of me. “Abigail,” I say, turning my head to glance at her over my shoulder. “I recently found out that Kayne was cheating on me the entire time we were together.”
“Yeah, with me, but it wasn’t the entire time.”
“No, there were others. A lot of them. I just thought you might want to know that.”
“Nice try,” she says.
“It’s true. I have proof.” I have proof he’s cheating on you too.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’ve always been jealous of me, so I see straight through you. Your pathetic attempt to make up lies to swing the pendulum your way won’t work with me. What you’re forgetting, little sis, is I’m not only prettier than you, I’m smarter too.”
If she was so smart, she’d be heeding my warning .
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
With that, I continue towards the front door. She didn’t deserve my kindness, but it was the right thing to do. She may be prettier and smarter, but she’s ugly on the inside. I’d pick kindness over malicious and cruel any day of the week.