“Well, I guess that’s the beauty of going commando,” his deep raspy voice covered my room with a layer of filth.

Mr. Kelly’s cum slid out of me, shining my thigh little by little.

His strong hands wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and turned me around, almost knocking the wind out of me. Before I could catch my breath, I was lost in his dark forest green eyes. I felt a burst of joy filled me up and a smile took over my face, revealing my true reaction to this little game.

I looked away, trying not to look so happy at my first orgasm(s), but I was failing incredibly hard. He pinched my chin and turned my face toward him. He leaned for a kiss, but I pushed him away. I felt his hard chest tense up while giving me a look that questioned my move.

“No. I-ah-I ... No kissing,” I mumbled, staring only at his wet lips I desperately wanted to taste.

“No ... kissing?” His voice matched his arched eyebrow. “On the lips?”

I nodded bashfully still looking at his lips. What if I just kissed him, just this once? I could maybe bend a rules a little. Couldn’t I? My body answered that question when I tried to push him away.

He didn’t budge and why would he? He easily stood a head taller than me, which was gigantic considering that fact that I am five foot seven. I cherished my tall-ish height because it was my mother's height, and I cherished my body type because it was brought down from my mom’s mother.

Mr. Kelly leaned into me, but I didn’t stop him this time. He smoothly passed my lips and kissed my cheek. His soft peck didn’t match his powerful fuck, but I liked it. It was safe and tender, sending an electric chill down my spine.

“Not on the lips,” he smirked.

I felt my face burn up and I frantically pulled down my dress to hide the evidence of what had happened in my room. Although, the cum on my inner thigh was not working in my favor. He let out a little, faint laugh when he dropped down to grab my jacket. I threw on my jacket without even thinking and turned around toward the mirror to fix my hair. But if I was being honest, I was mostly checking out Mr. Kelly from the corner of my eyes as he walked over to my desk.

He leaned against it and began to button up his pants and shirt in a lethargic way. He raked his hair back to its original gelled back style but he looked better with his hair in his face. It seemed to suit him more than the same style every man wore downstairs.

He looked up in the mirror and gave me a killer glare as one long strand fell against his face. We stared gravely at each other, not saying a word, while he pulled down his sleeve and I fixed up my hair, which was already fixed.

I checked my pocket for my phone and then wiggled my finger into my chest pocket to check the list, but it wasn’t there. I panicked, almost ripping the pocket open like it had an endless bottom, but it wasn't; it was small and empty. I checked all my other pockets. Maybe I put it somewhere else on accident? Did it fall on the ground? I scanned the light floor, waiting to see something pink, aside from my rug. But nothing.

“Looking for this?”

His voice hit me like a truck, a truck that wasn’t even going to attempt to stop.

“The Breakup List. Rated- R.” There was a devilish grin on his face when our eyes met. He read the list with a large gap between him and the paper in dead silence until he finally looked up at me. “Do NOT lose this list.”

“Gimme it back,” I snapped, storming into his direction.

He stood up and lifted the list out of my reach, like a bully who had just stolen another kid’s lunch money. I tried to jump up and grab it but it was no use. He was gigantic.

“So, which one are you going to cross of for me? Big Dad D or 15 years older than you? Personally, I like Big Dad D.”

“I said, give it back,” I stopped when I noticed there was no way for me to get the list unless I planned to climb him like a tree.

He read over the rules again in the air, moving the paper back and forth like he needed glasses.

“I love games,” his quiet, soft voice was cold and cynical and arousing.

“I need it, please, Mr. Kelly?” I begged, addressing him the best way I could without knowing his first name.

“Mr. Kelly?” he hummed as he folded up the sheet back to its small size and then one more time making it as small as it can get. He pulled out his wallet and placed the list inside of it. “What you need is all of these crossed off, especially numbers six and nine.”

Six and nine?

What the fuck was number six and nine?

My lips puckered, while I tried to picture the exact rules with their correct number. Was it Have sex in a public place or was it Get a lap dance? I read that list over a hundred times since yesterday but I can’t remember what the fuck six and nine were.

He showed off his pearly whites, a few of his teeth crooked at the bottom, which made him all that more irresistible as he pierced my body. He fished a business card from his wallet and handed it to me. It was thick, like a credit card, and all black. The card was matte but textured and it had a glossy red logo on it with the initials LK on it. I turned it around and read the thin small font:

“What’s number six and nine?”

I rubbed the textured card between my fingers, admiring the design and quality. He shrugged, slid the wallet back in his pocket and tossed his jacket back on. He looked past me at himself in the mirror.

“Why don’t you call me and find out?”

“I’m not fucking playing around,” I snapped at his egotistical attitude. “Give me the list and stop being a child.”

“Like I said. I love games,” his eyes were expressionless, yet full of wickedness.

He viciously tossed the tie around his neck and began to shackle himself back up with a smile spread across his face.

“Plus, is that really how you want to talk to me? Especially after I gave you your first orgasm, Kitten?” he let out a little chuckle like he had the upper hand.

“Leonardo —” I gritted, not really having anything else to say.

He stared at his Rolex then back to himself in the mirror.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up? I have to give a speech in thirty minutes and I expect you downstairs, looking appropriate for this party,” he eyeballed my outfit with dislike, but even that was bullshit. “After all, I was the one who gave your uncle his promotion,” he fixed his hair, releasing a sweet and mischievous smile.

“What is that supposed to mean?” I snarled.

I was high alert once he involved my uncle. In my defense, I shouldn't have fucked the CEO of my uncle's firm, but I couldn't control myself, nor did I care about his title. Either way, I was already a few steps ahead of him.

“Take it as you will.”

“You’re not going to involve my uncle in this. This is between me and you.” Leo was giving me the same narrow stare I was giving him. “You promoted him, which means he is valuable to you and your company. So you’re not going to fuck with him.”

I felt like letting out the evil laugh that was bubbling in my throat when I saw his eyes twitch. But I knew that would defeat the purpose of my witty comment.

He inhaled sharply.

“Don’t bullshit a bullshiter.”

He wasn’t talking to me when he said that: he was talking to himself like it was a reminder. He walked away from me, slapping out the wrinkles from his suit and fixing his tie for the tenth time.

“Thirty minutes. New outfit. Wear something black and tight …” he turned around smoothly, staring me down like prey and mouthed “Kitten.”

“Stop calling me Kitten!” I shouted as turned he around to twist the door handle.

“Please, you love it,” he scoffed, giving me one last dark glare before he left me alone.

I cursed under my breath while I looked down at his business card.

Who did this Leonardo think he is?

I procrastinated on tearing up the business card and tossed it in the wastebasket because it was so superbly designed and crafted. No design that beautiful deserved to be destroyed. Only forgotten.