Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(68)

Tapping my foot on the floor, I watched as the arrow moved up the floors.

“Come on,” I groaned to the empty lift. Finally, the doors pinged open. I barged through a couple of people that were waiting for the lift. I stalled for a moment as I looked down the hallway. Left or right?

I decided right.

Storming down the narrow hallway, I passed a sign that said PA to Killian Hayes.

Bingo.

“Sorry, you can’t go in there,” a young man said as he stood up from behind a desk.

“Bite me. I’m his wife.” I snapped, flipping him off and pushing the door open, the door swinging and hitting the wall. I winced.

Oops.

I scanned the large office, there were floor to ceiling windows behind his desk, large bookshelves sitting on one wall, on the other there was, no doubt stupidly expensive, art. Well, I thought it looked shit. He even had his own dressing room in here and a bathroom. Of course, he did. I turned to face the young PA who was looking at me wide-eyed as if I was a crazy woman. I smiled a sickly smile, pushing my index finger to my lips as I told him to keep quiet.

He nodded.

Stepping back, I closed the office door and sat on the sofa waiting for the dickhead himself to arrive.

I don’t know how long I had been sitting there when I heard the distinct click of his shoes, followed by high heels.

Fuck.

Standing up, I went to rush for the door, but it was too late. I was out of time. I looked round the room and saw Killian’s boxed desk. Running for that I hid under it.

I heard Adele’s laugh, as the door closed. Adele’s heels clicked along his floor as she took a seat opposite where Killian was no doubt going to sit. I saw his shoes as he pulled out the chair, his eyes falling to under his desk where I was on my knees, my hands pressed to the floor. His eyes widened as he saw me, my own eyes mirroring his.

Then a hot as sin smirk crept over his face as he took a seat, his legs parted. I tried to stay as still as I could, I didn’t want Adele knowing I was here.

She was droning on about work but to be honest, I lost interest. My anger was still brewing, but I couldn’t have it out with him while she was in here. I didn’t want her knowing what goes on between me and Killian.

I nibbled my bottom lip, my eyes focusing on the evident bulge in Killian’s suit trousers. Was he turned on?

I ran my fingertips up his thighs, causing him to fidget in his chair. I smirked. I continued, edging closer to him. My fingers fumbled with his button, tugging them down. He didn’t stop me.

Licking my lips, I pulled his hard cock out of his restricting boxers and shuffled on my knees closer to him.

Should I be doing this? No.

Was it going to stop me? Also no.

Pressing my lips over the tip of his cock, I pushed my mouth slowly down his length.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. Holding him at the back of my throat for a moment, his hand slipped down his thigh before grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head up then pushing it back down again.

Adele was still talking; Killian obviously wasn’t paying attention. He was enjoying having his cock sucked by me.

It turned me on knowing that she was sitting on the other side of the desk while I pleasured this beautiful man.

I felt him jerk in my mouth, a low guttural groan vibrating in his throat.

“Are you okay?” I heard the concern in the bitch’s voice.

“More than okay, continue,” his voice was low as he tried to contain himself.

His fingers pulled at the root of my hair, I stifled my moan as I took him deep, his balls contracting as he came, it didn’t take him long. He banged his fist on the desk.

“Did you hear what I said?” Adele’s laughter died down as her voice projected across the office.

“No,” Killian panted, his hand moving from my head as he popped his cock back into his trousers discreetly, I wiped my mouth with a smile on my face.

“The news, what happened this morning?”

“What news?” Killian’s disinterested voice made me smile.

“I got rid of Reese.”

I saw and felt Killian tense as my fingers dug into his thigh. I froze under the desk, my eyes widening.

She wasn’t on the phone to him this morning.

“You what?” he snarled at her.

“Reese, I got rid of her,” her tone completely unbothered, “well, she walked… but I was going to get rid of her.”

“Why would you do that? She got you Harlen fucking Laufer?! The best signing the company has ever had!” He spat, his tone was angry. I could just see his face now in my mind. Beautiful jaw clenched, eyes wide and bulging. His pulse would be racing, the vein throbbing in his neck. “And you wanted rid of her?!” He slammed his hands down on the desk as he stood up.

“You’re going to give Reese her job back.”

“No,” Adele said too calmly for my liking, you could hear the smile in her voice.

“Adele,” he gritted.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know actually…” she drifted off for a moment.

“And why is that?” I could tell he was clenching his jaw even tighter now, his tone aggravated.

“Give me a little credit,” she snorted a laugh.

Killian didn’t answer, I could see his hands balled at his side.

“I know you’re sleeping with her. She knew from the get-go that I didn’t take kindly to my staff sleeping with clients or investors.” She laughed, “what a slut, I didn’t think she would be such an easy lay.”