13
Jake
I beat the bag like it had personally wronged me. I went until my knuckles were numb and I sweat through the wraps. Then I tied a new set and kept going.
I hit the weights pretty hard when I was done. I was in the gym for hours. Frustrated. The market is flux, work is killing me and I hadn’t seen Madeline in a week.
It worried me and confused me because I didn’t know why I was even so worried in the first place. I mean I like her, but I always had a problem separating liking a woman versus liking her body. This was different because I couldn’t separate.
I like Madeline’s body. Her pert breasts and that round ass, so luscious and smooth and the way her hair falls over her shoulder and neck in the sexiest of ways. And I like her. She is intelligent, and driven. She knows what she wants and she goes for it, and I respect that about her. She can be a shark in business.
I couldn’t get her out of my head and I wasn’t alone in it. Logan and I revel in her even after she’s gone, talking about her like she has the key to life. The key to our dicks, maybe.
But since I hadn’t heard from her I thought she had run or something. Maybe we moved in too fast, and she got cold feet or got scared. I didn’t imagine her doing that without her talking to us first, she wouldn’t just leave her work. And she does work for us at the end of the day. I had to believe it was something else.
I finished up the gym and headed to the sauna. I must have sat in there for nearly a half hour, because I downed almost a gallon of water when I got out. I headed back to my place and got ready for work. I thought about Madeline in the shower, I think about her all the time but it was bad today, I didn’t know why.
I thought of her voice, like bells and fucking Christmas because she was always so sweet and enthusiastic. And her face, so soft and sweet but those lips were like a drug to me.
The way they grip my cock and coax my lips. Halfway through my trance I had my hands on my cock, imagining her face. Her body. Her pussy, so tight and wet, gripping me, drawing me in. I was trapped in her, I want her.
I needed her. So, where was she?
I pumped myself harder and faster as I imagined her, taking another cock as she got ready for mine. Her breasts bouncing, her hips rolling as she took every thrust. Her moans, so sexy and uninhibited. Natural, loud, yet sultry. I let it ring in my ears as I pictured her. Looking up at me with those wide eager eyes. I focused on her lips and then I came with a hard shudder and jerk of my cock. I should stop doing this, that shit clogs the drains.
I finished up and dried off. I barely even had an appetite, so I just had my coffee. I wandered around my apartment in my boxers for a while before I talked myself into getting dressed. I kept imagining when Madeline was her, on the bed and elsewhere. I refused to realize it for a while but I miss her.
I wanted to call her, but every time I tried I couldn’t bring myself to. I didn’t even talk to Logan about it, I didn’t want him to think I was trying to take her for myself. In a way, I didn’t think I could keep her alone. It was something I thought about. Us, together. But somehow not her with either of us.
I dressed in an actual suit, which I almost never do. With everything going on in the office I felt like I had to at least look the part of a businessman.
Madeline’s startup might just put us back on, and get us in new markets. If she was even still with us. That’s it, I have to figure it out today.
I drove to the office and said my polite hellos before I got in my office. I sent Logan a text, telling him to meet me. I helped myself to some scotch from my bar, it would be one of those days.
Moments later he was in the office, brooding in his suit like he always is.
“Why do you always look so pissed off?” I asked him. He made a face and then sat on my couch. I went around my desk and sat on the edge, passing him a drink.
“Any change?” He pointed to the screen I had with Nasdaq on it.
“No. Nothing. What was it?” I asked him.
“Tech9. The new technology start-up. They bought a ton of apps and then stacked the sales.”
“Fucking cunts, are you serious?” I downed my drink. I needed another one. Five more maybe.
“Yeah, man.” He gave me a look and we both knew what we had to talk about.
So, I grabbed the whole bottle and sat down across from him.
“What’s going on with Madeline?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her in a week. She hasn’t called.”
“I don’t know.” He was lying, because he fidgeted with his fingers as he blinked at me.
“It doesn’t seem like her. She missed the meeting the other day. We don’t have any of her paperwork on file, she is still an intern here. Well, at least I thought she was.”
His eyes widened at that and he ticked his jaw as he shook his head. “I didn’t know that.” He graveled.
“Yeah. So what is the deal?”
“She called me last week. A couple times and I…I never responded because I had to see for myself.”
“See what?” Had he been alone with her? Was I jealous? I had no idea. I had trouble even thinking straight. But I knew he wouldn’t do that.
“I heard students talking about me at school.”
“They’re always talking about you. You’re their eye candy.” I shrugged. He shook his head.
“What? No, they were saying they heard I was seeing a student.”
“Oh fuck.” I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe it was serious.
“Yeah. So, I had to keep my distance until I got to the bottom of it. But it was just talk, nothing more than a rumor started by an angry sorority girl. I think she came onto me and I rejected her.”
“You think?” I asked. He shrugged nonchalantly.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell. Some of the students have…different measures.”
“Yeah, right. Back to Madeline. Why didn’t you call her back? I didn’t want to call her myself because I thought it would complicate things. Maybe we…went too fast and she doesn’t know how to handle it.”
He shook his head as he stood, giving me an incredulous look.
“No, she’s fine. It’s good you didn’t call her but we should fix it now.”
I arched my brow. “How, a conference call?” I scoffed.
“No. Let’s go and pay her a visit.”