The weekend seems to drag by painfully slow. I can’t drink enough to get rid of the memory of Fallon sucking my cock. I want to call her so badly and beg her to come over just to hang out with me, but I resist, knowing it was the first sign of something far worse, something I need to nip in the ass right now.
First it will be hanging out. Then date nights, and before either of us realize it, we’ll be in love and breaking the first rule of our agreement.
Sitting in my office Monday morning, I watch as everyone funnels into work. Each of them getting to their desks right on time. Yet, the only one I care to know anything about is the woman sitting at the desk right outside my office.
Today she’s wearing a tight dress with flowers on it. The dress is beautiful, but the skin beneath it is prettier and I want to taste her again more than I care to admit.
Groaning into my coffee cup, I adjust my sudden hard-on. Fuck Fallon is deep beneath my skin. Making all those rules and stipulations is turning out to be nothing more than a goal to see how fast we can break them.
Staring at her over my coffee mug I wonder if I can handle her being with another man someday. Will I be able to see her belly swollen with his baby after having mine? I stare way longer than necessary, so long that I don’t hear Ryker clearing his throat at the entrance to my office.
“Take a picture of her, it’ll last longer.” He snickers like he just told the funniest joke on the planet. I roll my eyes, gulping my coffee down and placing the mug back on the desk even though the idea of throwing it at his head is quite tempting.
“If you like your job as much as you say you do, I suggest you go back to your floor and maybe—I don’t know—do something productive.” I switch my computer on, enter my password and start checking emails. There’s one from Dad’s assistant but I don’t get to click on it because Fallon appears in the doorway a second later.
“Your father called a meeting. He wants to see if arrangements have been made.” She air quotes the word arrangements, and I almost laugh, almost. No one knows we’ve made an agreement to do this.
Ryker rolls his eyes, “Thank you, Fallon. I was coming to tell him until he told me to go back to doing my job.” He grumbles, shoving from my leather sofa and stretching. He gives Fallon a soft look, kissing her cheek quickly, then brushes past her, heading towards the boardroom.
His exit leaves Fallon and I alone together for the first time since this weekend. Her creamy pale cheeks warm when I look at her.
“How was your weekend?” I ask calmly, even though all I can think about is bending her over the desk and kissing every exposed inch of her flesh. She’s intoxicating, better than the strongest whiskey. Better than any high a drug can offer. She’s her own brand of heroine, my brand of heroine.
“Good…” She clears her throat, her eyes focusing on the floor.
I can’t stop myself once I’m within touching distance and tip her chin upwards, the desire to kiss her overtaking every thought in my head. “What happened between us wasn’t an accident and it’s going to happen again. You need to get used to seeing me at work and wanting you in a way other than friendship.” Pressing a soft kiss against her ruby-painted lips, I can see a response forming in her head just from the simple way her nose scrunches and her eyebrows almost frown at me.
“We need to get going.” She huffs out a breath, instead of saying whatever else is on her mind. Her green eyes meet mine, and I know she sees me, even the parts I don’t want her to see. That’s what happens when you give yourself over to someone.
Maybe I refuse to admit it. Maybe I don’t want to face it. But I know a long time ago I gave myself over to Fallon. Not as lovers but as best friends, and that’s closer than I’ve ever been with any other woman, ever.
I slip my hand from her chin, and move it to the small of her back, “Alright, let’s do this.” I say with a grin, even though I’m not feeling it. Being around Fallon makes me forget about the crazy stipulation my father has put on me, on us.
We walk together in silence to the boardroom. I hope like hell Father hasn’t invited everyone. It’s not like they need to be here to see if things are going as planned. The only people who need to know anything is me, and Fallon, and my father of course.
I sigh right as she opens the door, and I follow her inside. Ryker, Remy and my father all sit around the huge oval table.
“Damn. I wasn’t aware you ran the show yet.” My father says with a laugh, his eyes darting down to his watch.
“I’ve got other things I could be doing besides following your strange demand to have a grandchild, so I don’t want to hear any shit about me being late.” His smile widens and I throw myself into the nearest chair, Fallon taking the seat beside me.
Ryker taps his fingers against the table impatiently, “Speaking of which, how is the search for the perfect baby mama going!?” I sigh as loud as humanly possible and roll my eyes, while Remy snickers like the asshole he is.
I can’t really blame him for not wanting to get between Ryker and me, though. If he stuck up for one of us it would just result in more arguing. Yet another thing I’m not in the damn mood for.
“Yes, Reed. How is the search for the perfect woman to birth the heir to the Winston empire going?” I cringe at my father’s words, sensing the tension in Fallon spreading out into the room around us.
“It’s been dealt with. I’m confident you’ll have a grandchild in no time.” I speak through clenched teeth, not wanting to have this conversation now—or ever for that matter. Fallon’s sitting beside me, her spine ramrod straight, and I feel like I’m hurting her simply because I’m not going to tell them that she is the “baby mama” they’re discussing. The woman that’s going to save this company and my ass.
My father narrows his eyes as though he doesn’t believe me before giving Ryker orders. “I want her name, age, address, and a full background check ran.” Fallon gasps beside me and it takes everything in me not to reassure her. She covers the gasp quickly with a cough, and the attention shifts back towards me. Well, except Ryker’s attention. He’s reading deeper into the situation, and I wonder if he already knows it’s Fallon who is going to give me a baby.
“You never stated those things as part of the agreement, so no I will not agree to having any of those things done to her. She’s going to give me a baby, which will satisfy the agreement and shift the reigns of the company over to me.” Sadness creeps into my bones as I stare at my father, his skin worn like old leather.
His salt and pepper hair is thinning, while his eyes seem sunken into his face, as if this company is draining the life from him, or maybe that’s just the illness he refuses to admit to doing it. I don’t know, since he won’t tell us anything.
“Fine, but I want to meet her.” Dad shifts in his chair, leaning back slightly, “The charity ball, the one your mother loved so much. I want to meet her there. Bring her.” It’s not a statement but a command, and from the sound of his voice I should know better than to push the matter, but I do anyway, my eyes shifting back and forth from Fallon to my father.
Fallon pales and I know I need to do something about this. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Father? She may not be up to some charity ball for the wealthiest people in town.” I half lie, knowing Fallon will be up for going if I ask her to.
My father runs a hand down his face before lifting his dark eyes up to mine, disappointment and something else flickering in their dark depths. “Bring her. It’s not just an order, it’s part of the stipulation. If you want this company, you need to come to terms with things not always working out in your favor.” Ryker chuckles beside my father, and my nostrils flare as I suck in oxygen through my nose.
His mere presence is pissing me off today, and I’m sure my father knows this since he doesn’t say a word about his laughter.
“Sure thing, Pops,” I say sarcastically, wanting to tell him how fucked up all of this is. If he wants grandkids so badly, he could ask Remy or Ryker, but instead he wants them to come from me, and I don’t understand why.
“Great.” He rises to his feet, shaking a little and seeming weaker than the last time I saw him, which was only a week ago. “It’s nice seeing you kids again, but I’ve got work to do, so I’ll leave you to it.” I clench my hands into fists at my sides, ignoring the anxious feeling in my stomach.
Watching my father walk out of the room, my heart sinks into my stomach in fear. He pisses me off, but I don’t want to lose him. If he’s refusing to tell us what’s wrong with him, it must be bad.
I stand as soon as father’s gone, and Ryker eyes me as I head towards the door. Fallon’s following behind me, her short legs taking longer to catch up to me.
“So who the hell is this girl? Some whore? Is that why you’re throwing a tantrum about bringing her to the gala? Because she’s not…” I spin on my heel and rush him, adrenaline running through my veins while anger simmers just below the surface.
“Enough,” I growl, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. I shove him back against the glass wall, and don’t miss the sound of his head smacking off the glass. He’s got a dangerous look in his eyes and I know he wants to fight me. That’s fine with me, because I’m dying to let out some frustration.
“Does it bother you that I know… that I know that it’s her….” He’s having trouble speaking thanks to the way I’m twisting the collar of his shirt. His words push me over the edge. I clench and unclench my fist trying to decide what to do. “If you’re not man enough, I can give her a baby.” Those words set me off and before I can stop myself I’m pulling my fist back. My knuckles ache upon impact and I release him with a hard shove, hating myself for punching him and because I feel the need to hide what Fallon and I are doing. She doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s dirty little secret, especially mine.
“Let’s go,” I growl at Fallon, taking her by the arm and practically dragging her down the hall into my office. She doesn’t say a damn thing as I manhandle her, and I’m glad because the fear of yelling at her terrifies me. I suck air into my lungs, but it doesn’t ease the raging inferno inside me.
I’m livid. With myself, with Fallon, with the entire fucking situation, and beating the fuck out of my brother won’t change anything. That I do know.
As soon as I slam the door to my office and close the blinds I realize the easiest way to let go of the tension that’s coiled deep inside me is to take it out on Fallon. Turning the lock on the door, I spin around to watch her stand in the middle of my office like a doe caught in headlights.
She’s beautiful, even more so when she comes.
“Sit on the edge of the desk.” I order, my cock hardening at the thought of fucking her right here so her come covers my cock for the rest of the day.
Fallon stiffens at my words, but does as she’s told, and I thank fuck for that, because another argument with someone I care about is the last thing I need. I stare at her for a long moment admiring her sexy body. Her ass rests at the edge of the desk, her dress riding up to show off her creamy white thighs. She looks like a siren and I want her more every time I see her. I want her so badly I can almost taste her on my tongue.
“What’s going on, Reed? Are you okay?” Her concern for me is adorable, but it’s not me she needs to worry about. It’s herself.
“Spread your legs as far they’ll go.” I lick my lips, watching as her eyes seek out mine. She hesitates but does as she’s told, her cheeks warming when she realizes what it is I want from her.
“We can’t do that here. What if someone hears, or worse, walks in?” She has no idea how much I want this entire fucking floor to know she belongs to me, so her screaming my name while she climaxes won’t bother me a bit.
“Shhh, Fal. Do you trust me?” I ask, my mouth watering as I sink to my knees in front of her. Her nails dig into the solid wood of the desk, and I know, despite her protests, she’s as excited about what’s about to happen as I am. My cock begs to be freed from my dress pants, but I know soon enough I’ll be claiming her with it. I’ve just got to give her time.
“Yes…” She sighs, as I push her dress up to her hips, exposing her bare skin to my cold office. When I see the very thin strip of lace resting against her pussy, I almost groan out loud.
Fuck me. She’s going to be the death of me, I swear it.