There’s nothing new on Vincent. The information staring back at me from my iPad is the same piece of garbage I already have on the bastard. I drop the iPad to the table and press two fingers to my temple, rubbing circles around the spot. Lethargy travels through me, a wave of dizziness hits me. I clamp my eyes shut and rest my forehead on the table. I should take a break, I should also get real food inside my stomach. Sitting up, I take another sip from the cup of hot coffee and release an unmanly sound. The bitter taste lingers on my tongue, I shudder and grab a handful of candy from the bowl on the table.
The telephone rings, my body goes rigid as I lift the receiver. The girls are home, I will be taking them to the mansion this evening, I have stalled for too long. Are my princesses okay? They called me already to know when I’ll be home. I peek at my wristwatch, only a few minutes past two. I miss my baby girls too.
Another spell of dizziness rams into me, black dots my vision, I inhale and exhale slowly until it clears. The breathing from the receiver dances into my ear, Medina’s voice comes up and my worries melt away.
“Sir. Mrs Stark is here,” she says.
Alarm bells trip off in my bed, I shoot out of my seat without a reply to Dina and race out of the office. Inside the elevator, I pace the metal cubicle, run my hands over my face so many times I’m sure I left my palm prints all over my flushed skin. Once the door slides open, I am out, speedwalking to the reception area with El behind the counter chatting with Dina, all smiles with her head bobbing and lips moving.
My feet grind to a halt at the sight, I almost crash into her. She spins to face me, sending her hair flying into her eyes and I thrust my hands into my pockets to stop from helping her get those naughty strands out of the way. Her smile dies once her eyes finally land on me, I turn to send Dina a smile and she nods.
On a sigh, I start for the elevator without a word to El knowing she will follow behind and the click-clack of her shoes sounds immediately to announce her presence. She wears heels an awful lot these days, is she seeing other men now? Even if she is, it is none of my business. From my peripheral view, I steal another glance at her while we wait for the door to open. She folds her arms on her chest with a frown so deep wrinkles form on her forehead. Well, someone is not happy to be here and I have an idea why.
The door opens, I motion for her to go in. Ladies first. She rolls her eyes and lets out a long hiss and my heart does a crazy, painful flip. With the door locked to provide us privacy, I face her, hand smoothening my tie. She doesn’t look up, I clear my throat twice but her brown sexy eyes remain glued to the door.
Nervousness creeps up on me, I lick my lips and step in front of her. “El, I was going to bring them–”
“Not a word from you, Mister,” she cuts me off, her gaze not meeting mine. So now I’m Mister? Alright then. I sure as hell know she calls that wanker by his name. I step back, watching the numbers change the higher we go. It stops when we are at my floor, El runs out of the elevator and I jog behind her.
She pushes the door to my office open, almost sending it swinging at my face. I release a long sigh and shuffle inside to take a seat on the edge of my table. My eyes follow her as she rushes to the kids office, Joshua must have mentioned it to her. They are not there. She finds out soon and her eyes narrow. Stalking towards me with the tips of her thumb and index finger pinched together, she stops in front of me.
Fury dances in her eyes, her hot breath hits my face and I sit up. “Where are my babies?”
“At home,” I answer, looking away from the gaze that holds nothing but contempt for me.
Her chest sags with relief, she walks around my desk to my cup of coffee, lifts it briefly and winces. It’s hot but I don’t apologise. That doesn’t deter her, she grabs the bowl of candy, empties it on my head and I erupt in a fit of laughter. What the hell is going on with this woman? Is it her period? My reaction seems to infuriate her, she scurries to the small fridge in a corner and returns with a chill bottle of water.
Before me, she uncaps the lid slowly, taking her sweet time like she has nothing better to do and I watch with amusement lacing my eyes. A corner of my lips twitches, if she needed water, she could have asked. I messed up enough already but I am ready to fix it. I was going to bring the kids home today as part of my plans to make up for my shitty attitude. She doesn’t have to be livid, I know I was an asshole.
“El, what are you doing he–” My speech is cut off for the second time today, only now, it’s not by El but the liquid emptied on my head. Fuck. I close my eyes briefly to keep my temper in check. Water drips down my hair to my face and shoulders, shirt and trouser, soaking some of the documents on my table. Cold seeps into my body, I shiver a little, the fucking air-con is on. I stand to push the files away before the water causes more damage to them, retrieving a handkerchief from my back pocket to dab my shirt. I lift my gaze to her face, she plasters a smug smile on her lips, I gesture to my body. “The fuck, Elna.”
“Yeah. Fuck you, Brandon,” she screams in my face. “That’s what you get for planting a fucking camera in my bedroom. There was a camera in my bathroom.” Oh. I grimace and my mini-annoyance fizzles out. Her anger is justified but I can’t bring myself to feel bad about my actions. I don’t regret it one bit. I am crazy about this woman and maybe I show it the wrong way but given the chance, I’ll install the cameras again. Dragging her fingers through her hair, she stares at me in shock and shakes her head. “Jesus. Are you insane?” Her finger pokes my chest. “Fuck you, do you hear me? Fuck you, Brandon Stark.”
Her chest rises and falls and her nostrils flare slightly in anger. My lips curve into a derisive smile and my eyes travel the length of her body. If only she knows her anger turns me on. That black blouse hugging her chest, showing the curve of her succulent breasts has my fingers itching to pull it off and bury my face between her mounds. Tucked into a suit trouser that shows off her slim waist and wide hips, I want to do as she wants. The little man in my trouser agrees with me, I cover the short distance between us.
“Oh, I want to, Elna,” I whisper into her ear, “I want to fuck you. I want to bend you over my legs and spank your soft, round ass until it hurts. And when you think that’s over, baby, I will ram into you so hard, so fast, so deep, the only thing you think about for years to come is me and my dick.” I pull back to stare into her eyes, her pupils dilate and my voice takes on a hoarse note. “So, yes. I want to fuck you, wife and if you keep flaunting that promise in my face, I might take you up on the offer. I will fuck you.”
El sucks in a noisy breath, I wet my lips and close the gap she creates. Not so tough now, eh? Good thing I am not done, the bulge straining against my trouser doesn’t want me to be done if this won’t end with my cock in her mouth or lodged between her legs. All she needs to do is say the word, I will fucking obey.
“We both know you want that too, Elna. It’s the only reason you masturbate to a picture of me.”
Her eyes widen, her breathing slows. “Screw–” She cuts herself short when she realises how much her reply will please me. I lift a brow. “Just stay away from me, I deserve some privacy in my own house.” She’s right but how will I get a view of those tits, that ass? “We had an agreement, keep to the arrangement.”
A ringtone cuts through the air before I can think up a reply, she pulls her phone from her pocket. “Yes,” she says, turning her back to me. Her shoulders tense, on instinct, I move towards her to offer comfort. “Right now? Really?” I massage her shoulders, working the knots in her joints. “I... I... Yeah, I am...” She stamps her foot on the floor, my fingers brush her neck, lower briefly to graze her tits. “I am listening.” Her voice comes out strangled, I suppress my laughter and she nods. “I’ll be there now. Yeah. Thanks.”
The call ends and my heart sinks in disappointment. El twirls to face me, eyes shooting daggers that only harden my cock. I can bend her over right now if she wants, I will go slow, then fast until she’s screaming down the building with my name. Without a thought, my hands return to her shoulders and she grabs my wrists, forcing my arms away from her body. I can easily overpower her but I let her believe she can get away with it. Maybe it might convince her to let me give both of us the release we desperately need.
In a voice so low it sends delicious shivers down my spine, she says, “Keep those dirty hands you used on that fucking whore away from me.” Her angry eyes don’t leave mine, her words knock the wind out of me but I am unable to look away. The plan was to hurt her with that video but hearing about it from her, seeing pain across her face makes me sick to my stomach. Sick and tired of myself. El releases me, takes a step back to give me a onceover with disgust heavy in her eyes. “I’ll be back for my kids in the evening, Mister Brandon, they best be ready before I come or there will be problems. Have a great day, Mister.”
“El,” I whisper but she is out of the door with only the sound of her heels and the lingering scent of her perfume to show she was once here. Fuck, I shouldn’t have let her leave. I start for my phone when a riptide of giddiness strikes me, my gait falters and my knees weaken. I stagger to my chair and collapse on it. Snatching the receiver off the hook to call Dina, I only manage to ring her before I black out.