Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Chapter twenty-three
Fay
I look down at my phone as I race to work. There’s no way I’m going to be on time. The Monday morning commute is the worst. Theo can blame himself if he’s upset. He’s the one who wouldn’t let me out of bed when my alarm went off, knowing I had to run home for a fresh set of clothes.
Boohoo for me, I snicker to myself. I’m not going to lie; it wasn’t a bad place to be. Especially since I barely left his bed all weekend. My belly swarms with butterflies, and another giggle falls from my lips. Who would have thought Theo Monroe could be so attentive? He was controlling and selfish when it came to what he wanted, but since that was me, I allowed it. I can feel my cheeks flush at the way he made me submit. In the end, he had me crying from the most glorious orgasms I could ever fathom. He’s everything I ever imagined I would want in a man when I fell in love.
God, I’m in love! I want to scream it to the universe. This feeling of being so consumed by a person, an emotion, is scary, sure. But it’s also. . . beautiful.
I open the doors of Monroe Investment Corp and wave to Amy. “Morning, Amy! Great top.” I hurry down, drop my jacket, and grab the latest Bon Appetit magazine I snagged from my mailbox.
Going into Theo’s office, I wave the magazine around. “Morning.”
He’s on a call and puts his finger up, pausing me. “Then get it done. By lunch.” He ends his call. “Morning to you, too.” He glances at his watch. “You’re late.”
“Oh, bologna. That’s on you. But I know how to make it up to you.” I shut his door and open the magazine.
“You’re going to seduce me with a magazine?” he asks, standing and walking over to me.
“Kind of. It’s what’s inside the magazine that’s going to seduce you. This month’s edition is about all things Italian. This chef, who’s like super renowned over there, shared one of his super exclusive dishes. And I’m going to make it for you.”
“Are you now?” He pulls me into him.
“The door isn’t locked.”
“Makes this even more exciting.” He captures my giggle with his mouth.
“Well, if you’re lucky, I’ll cook it for you in nothing but an apron.”
“After the birthday present you already gave me, that feels like too much covering. I vote for one of my silk ties.”
God, I love him. “Hmmm. Maybe. What’s in it for me if I do?”
“I’ll let you choke on my cock, as it seems you very much enjoy it.”
He raises his hand and glides his thumb along my bottom lip. Heat spreads across my cheek. My little act on Saturday turned out to be a huge success. Not only did Theo love it, but surprisingly, so did I.
A giggle escapes my lips. I reach down, brushing his growing erection. “Mmm. . . tell me more.”
“Or I can show you. Lock the door.” His eyes darken while mine light up. I offer him a sweet smile. “As you wish, Mr. Monroe.”
He tries to grab for me, but I shuffle away, avoiding his hands, and make my way to the door. As soon as I reach for the knob, it turns on its own and opens to the man I saw the other day entering Theo’s office.
I look from the man to Theo. His face is suddenly blank. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see my son, of course. See how things are running around here.”
His son? This is Theo’s father? I smile and extend my hand. “Hello, Mr. Monroe. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Fay, Theo’s executive—”
“I know who you are.” His tone is clipped. He doesn’t acknowledge my gesture, his stare cold. I slowly lower my hand. “What kind of meeting were you two having? I’d love to sit in on it.” I don’t know what it is, but the way he stares at me makes me uncomfortable.
“We were done. Fay, you can leave.”
“Sure, did you want me to bring you two any—”
“I said get out. Don’t you listen? I don’t pay you to question me.”
I flinch at his sharp tone. “I wasn’t. I was just—never mind.” I turn and hurry out of his office, not missing the smug look on his father’s face.
Theo
“Well, what a way to speak to your staff.” My father laughs.
I storm to my desk and sit, digging my heels into the ground. The way she looked at me after I spoke to her like that. . . She doesn’t understand. If my father saw any hint of affection, he’d jump on it. I need to deter him away from any suspicions.
“When I pay them to do a job, I expect them to do it.”