Abigail

The universe just loved fucking with me, didn’t it?

"Hi! I’m Alicia Duke. The new Head of Public Relations. Is Mr. Wolfe in?"

I eyed the hand she held out then her face. Of all the women in the whole country who could be the new Head of PR, it had to be this bitch?

No. Absolutely not. The universe would not do this to me, especially on a Monday morning!

The universe had already taken my job, my fiancé, and my ability to orgasm on my own apparently thanks to a certain heartless bastard in the office behind me, but surely there was a limit to how much chaos I could have in my life right?

Apparently not.

Because standing in front of my desk was the blonde my ex-fiance had been fucking on Valentine’s day in his April Fool’s group activity.

Did she just say she was the new Head of PR? What the fuck? Why didn’t Charlie send me a briefing on that? I and the head of human resources were going to have a long ass chat during lunch break. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The smile on blondie’s face faltered and I knew then that she knew who I was.

"He’s unavailable," I pulled my lips in a pleasant smile and tipped my head to the side.

She tilted her head toward the floor to ceiling windows behind me. "You know I can see him sitting at his desk through the glass, right?"

"Wow you can see?" I gasped, clutching my chest dramatically.

My boobs teased against the low unbuttoned velvet red top I had on and for a minute I imagined whipping them out and sucking on them.

The bitch would be so scandalized! "I had thought you were blind from being infected with Drake’s cum. I know that shit can be deadly. Seeing his shriveled dick alone is enough to turn someone blind."

Alicia’s smile dropped and she cleared her throat awkwardly. "Never thought I would see you here. Small world, isn’t it?"

"Mm." I picked up my tablet. "It really is so small that my trash always tends to end up in the same places."

Scrolling through the morning schedule with one finger and I flashed her another smile. "And you know what I can’t find on Mr. Wolfe’s agenda for today?"

I held the tablet up so she could see the screen.

"Your name."

Her lips curled into a snarl. "That’s exactly why Drake left you. There’s no need to be all nasty-"

"You’ve got it wrong, bitch." I set the tablet down with a click on my desk, narrowing my eyes at her.

"I left Drake, not the other way around. Just as you’ll be leaving this floor right now, or Miss Head of PR will be spending her first day getting dragged out by security."

"You can do all you want, it doesn’t change the fact that I work here now."

She looked so angry, swear her hair would have turned red if she didn’t huff, turn around and catwalk her trashy ass out of my sight.

How the fuck was Alicia Duke working here?

Oh, she was definitely going to tell Drake. It was bad enough that I’d seen Drake’s pictures on the list of models working with Mr Wolfe but he didn’t know I worked here yet.

Well, now he would. I had blocked all of his numbers but the pig wasn’t relenting.

If he had put all this effort in while we were still together- Ew, you know what, I was glad he didn’t. If he did, I certainly wouldn’t have gotten fucked out of mind on the plane... in the club, oh yeah definitely in the club.

I glanced over my shoulder through the glass at the brooding man sitting behind his desk. Finnegan sat at his desk, jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows.

His head was bent over a document, one hand braced on the desk, the other turning a pen between his fingers. Those fingers. God, how had he crammed all four, thick fingers in my pussy? He ruined me. I got home Sunday morning, desperate to cum, using my vibrator like I was fucking possessed but nothing could give me relief.

Only me.

My thighs pressed together under my desk and a little whimper left my lips at the jilt of pleasure.

A few strands of his hair fell over his face, and a shudder wracked through my entire body.

How could he look like a fucking saint when he had been a demon and used me like that... only to not make me cum?! That...That bastard! Annoying, self righteous, arrogant brute.

Ugh, I could just grab him by the hair and ride his face until I was gushing all over his face, screaming like a banshee.

He straightened, his head raising and emerald green eyes flicked up at me. Shit, he caught me ogling him. I refused to look away, holding his gaze through the glass.

What are you going to do, Wolfe? Call me in, I dare you.

This was madness and I was probably being delusional, but my throat was still raw from taking every inch of his dick just merely two days ago, while my pussy ached and throbbed, I had every right to be delusional.

He held up a hand and crooked his finger signaling for me.

Come here.

My eyes widened and a jolt ran through my chest. He wanted me to come? Did he recognize me from the club? Shit, he would definitely fire me if he did. But he had pretty much ignored me all morning so it couldn’t be that.

Pushing down all my nervous thoughts, I rose on my heels, perfectly aware of his eyes watching me through the glass as I pushed open the door to his office. His eyes dropped to the heels I was wearing, my red pumps to match my blouse, before trailing over my fishnet stockings and the skirt.

A little smile tugged at my lips when those intense eyes rested on my tits, and I quickly tucked it aside, stopping right before his desk.

"How can I help you,sir? I was just—"

Those green eyes turned even colder and he flung the document in his hands over the desk at me.

"What the fuck is this?"