Chapter Five
Abigail didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to stick to her own freaking rules.
It had been too long since she’d been with Roman.
Of course, problems from every single angle would have to arrive now.
She should have known life was going to get hectic.
In the business world, life can go from smooth sailing to the rocky seas in a matter of a phone call. The Cameron debacle was just the start.
They arrived back at the main office, where Roman’s lawyers were now dealing with a paternity allegation. This had come as a shock to Abigail.
For a week, she had kept her distance, handling the business, only dealing with Roman when he needed to handle things.
She had been shocked, because the woman in question was an ex-model, who she knew he had taken to an awards ceremony over a year ago.
Roman had told her to trust him, and she did.
What happened a year ago was none of her business.
However, if he did father a child, then she was not going to get in the way.
Much to her own surprise, she didn’t like the jealousy that reared its ugly head.
The woman was beautiful, slender, and heavily pregnant, showing off a great deal of cleavage.
Roman wanted a paternity test, and the woman refused.
Her name was Emily, and she hated feeling jealous.
What didn’t help was on her lunch break, which she decided to take in the freaking bathroom to avoid all the office gossip, she found herself scrolling through Emily’s social media accounts.
Roman was not the only man she’d been photographed with.
In the past year, this woman had been photographed so many times.
At the sound of the bathroom door opening, and Emily’s voice, Abigail nearly dropped her cell phone in the toilet.
In the process of trying to be silent and capturing her cell phone, she’d switched on her camera and was currently filming her shocked face.
She was just about to press “stop,” when Emily’s words started to register.
“Look, I can’t talk right now, but I am so close to getting a big payment,” Emily said. “Roman doesn’t want me around, and if I apply a little more pressure and play my cards right, he will pay to get rid of me, and then I’m made.”
Abigail opened the door slightly and held her cell phone up.
“Please, it doesn’t matter if he’s the father or not.
That man didn’t touch me, and to be honest, I threw myself at him, and he told me to back the fuck off.
One date, and he never called me back. Didn’t even give me a piece of jewelry, the tight bastard.
” Emily rubbed her stomach. “I don’t even know who the father is, but it’s not Roman Brown.
That man didn’t touch me, weirdo. Every man that sees me wants me. ”
She could not believe what just happened. Whoever was on the call continued talking, and then Emily giggled, told them she loved them, and hung up. Abigail watched as the woman turned toward the mirror and literally posed.
“Yeah, this will be a good news story. ‘Broken model with baby on the way, dumped by business tycoon.’ The money will come pouring in for my story.” She blew a kiss to her reflection and left.
Abigail was amazed.
She had hidden in the bathroom because she wanted to stalk this woman to see if there was any chance Roman was into her, that he might be the father of her baby. She would accept it, but it would fucking suck.
Opening the bathroom door, she clicked “stop,” and then watched the footage back.
Was Roman really tempted to pay this woman off?
Abigail looked at her reflection. She was nothing like the Emilys of the world. She was not beautiful. Perhaps she could pass as “pretty.” She didn’t turn heads when she walked into a room.
There were people who respected her, but even in this building, a lot of men hated her.
Roman didn’t deserve to pay for someone who was actively trying to just get a payday. It angered her.
Squaring her shoulders, she tossed the leftovers of her lunch into the trash and made her way to the elevator. There were a lot of people milling around, gossiping, talking about the model Emily. Some of the men claiming Emily was looking at them and they felt they had a shot.
She ignored all of them and made her way to the conference room on the floor beneath Roman’s office. All heads turned toward her, and Roman looked furious.
“You better not be signing anything,” Abigail said.
Roman frowned at her.
“I don’t think interruptions are essential.”
Abigail played her recording and pressed it down onto the table, making sure the volume was turned up. She looked toward Emily. “When you’re attempting to blackmail or extort money out of a man for a child that is not his, I suggest you don’t have these conversations in the open.”
Emily had gone pale.
“How do we know that is even Emily?”
Abigail turned on the screen and connected it to main office board, so it could play in color for them all to see. It showed Emily’s face, Emily’s voice, and Abigail was shocked at what a clear picture she had gotten.
“I don’t think there is any mistake,” Abigail said, handing her cell phone to Roman.
“What were you doing spying on me?” Emily asked.
“I wasn’t spying. I was actually trying to get away from the office gossip.” Abigail left the room, her heart was pounding, and she felt sick to her stomach. She got onto the elevator and went straight to the office. There were several files on her desk.
Roman didn’t return right away. By five-thirty, he still hadn’t returned, so she made her way home. It was strange to be leaving the office without knowing what was going on with Roman. This office fling was not exactly turning out how she had hoped. They had barely had sex.
Once at home, she made her way straight to the bathroom, removing all her clothes, stepping into the shower, and washing the day from her. After her shower, she then made her way through to the bedroom, changing into a pair of shorts and a tank for bed.
All she wanted to do was sit with some ice cream, but that wasn’t healthy. Going to her fridge, she had some leftover pasta salad and some cold meat. She cut up the cold meat, spread it over her pasta salad, and took it to her sitting room, where she sat and ate.
All the time, she kept replaying Emily’s smug conversation. If she hadn’t been in the bathroom, there was a chance Roman would have had to pay that awful woman.
She was partway through her pasta when her doorbell rang. This was strange, as there was a security door with a code, and she usually had to buzz them in. Abigail checked through the peephole, and there was Roman.
She opened the door, and he grabbed her face, pulling her in close and kissing her hard.
“You’re a fucking genius,” he said. He closed the door, and Abigail laughed.
“What took you so long?” she asked.
“You have a rule that I can’t touch you in the office. If I had come up to see you after what you did, there was no way I was going to keep my hands off you,” he said.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Simple, Emily tried to deny it, but I had your video on repeat and there was no way her lawyers could argue. My own lawyers only moments before you arrived had decided we should settle. There was no arguing with her, but we were putting into contract that she wouldn’t have a payment until paternity was discovered, and she could not talk about it.
I didn’t want to sign it, because I knew I hadn’t slept with her.
You saved me a fortune. Now, she is running scared, because my lawyers are pursuing defamation and damages. ”
She pressed a finger to his lips. “I want to hear all about this, I do, but you’re here and I’m here, and the last few days have been too hard.” She grabbed his hand and started to pull him in the direction of the bedroom. “I really need you to fuck me.”
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Roman locked the door and followed her to the bedroom.
Removing his jacket, he let it drop to the floor, and he took off his shirt by easing it over his head rather than tearing it open.
His shirt, pants, and briefs were on the floor, and he grabbed Abigail, tearing her clothes off.
At some point, he heard the fabric tear, and he didn’t give a fuck.
He needed her naked and underneath him, fast.
His dick was rock-hard. He dropped her to the bed, spread open her legs, and took her clit into his mouth. She cried out as he bit down, and then soothed out the pain with the flat of his tongue as he ran it back and forth.
She thrust her pussy up to his face, and he pushed two fingers deep inside her, spreading her tight cunt so she was ready for his cock.
He stroked his tongue down toward her entrance, pressed his tongue within her, and then pulled back to play with her clit.
Abigail cried out, and he wanted to feel her come all over his dick.
He was about to move up between her thighs, but Abigail put a hand on him, telling him to stop. He didn’t know why she wanted him to stop, but then she sunk to her knees before him and stared up into his eyes, as she then took his cock into her mouth.
Roman closed his eyes for just a second, because the feel of her mouth around his length was sheer fucking perfection. He wanted to blow his seed into her mouth.
Staring down, he marveled at the look of her swollen lips around his length. She looked stunning and he slid his pelvis against her, filling her mouth with more of his dick.
Roman started off shallow at first, then he sunk deeper, until she was swallowing the whole of his cock, and he couldn’t help but growl because it felt so damn good.
He hit the back of her throat, and she choked just a little on his length. He had no choice but to clench his hands into fists. There was only so much pleasure he could take. He needed her to stop. He grabbed her hair, pulling her off his length. “You can swallow my cum another time.”