Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(29)

The doors slid closed, and I used the elevator mirrors to check my hair was neat and rub at the corner of my eye where my eyeliner had smudged. Caleb’s building was huge, and his company owned the entire twenty-seventh floor. When the doors slid open, I came face-to-face with Caleb’s elderly receptionist. Literally. The older woman and I stood nose to nose.

“Oh,” she cried, jumping back a step. “Sorry, love. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there.”

I gripped her arm to steady her. “No, I’m sorry for sneaking up on you. I was just coming to pick Caleb up for dinner. Were you leaving?”

Lindsay nodded, and I put a hand out to stop the doors from closing behind me.

“Yes, I already said goodbye to Mr. Black for the night. I’ve just been collecting my things. Dinner sounds lovely. It’ll be good for that man to get out of the office for a little while. He’s been here late every night this week.”

I smiled at the fondness in her tone. “He works hard.”

“Indeed he does. But don’t let me hold you up. Do you remember the code for the security door?”

“I do. Zero-eight-seventeen.” It was an easy one to remember, because it was Caleb’s birthday.

“You got it. Enjoy your evening.”

I wished her the same and let her pass me by into the elevator. Caleb’s reception area was deluxe, just like everything else about him. Leather couches sat to my left and right, and in front of me was a long reception desk with a thick marble top. The company logo was etched into the wall behind in shiny gold lettering.

It was all very Caleb, reeking of money and class and quality. It was beautiful.

Our relationship would be too, once all this stuff with Axel was taken care of. Caleb and I would get back to normal, and then we could start planning our wedding.

I rounded the desk and punched the code into the security door. It opened with a quiet click, and I let myself in, making sure it was locked again behind me.

On the other side, the workspace was more like any other office. A myriad of desks in a big open space for low-level workers, and glass-walled offices around the perimeter for higher-up executives. Each had a view of the city and beyond into Providence and Saint View.

All the lights were still on, but predictably, all the lower-level workers had cleared out for the day, ready to start their weekend the moment the clock had hit five. But I knew Caleb would still be sitting behind his desk. He was always the last to leave.

A moan filtering through the office stopped me in my tracks, but I didn’t hear it early enough to stop myself the heartache of seeing where the moan came from.

Through the glass walls of Caleb’s office, I saw everything.

His shirt messed up and half unbuttoned. His tie undone, hanging loosely around his neck. His pants around his ankles while his business partner, Lucinda, bobbed over his dick.

Her shirt lay on the floor, her breasts pulled out of her lacy black bra and hanging while she sucked my fiancé’s cock. Her moans around his erection, thrust deep into her mouth, and her rucked up skirt that showed off her panties, sent a wave of nausea through my system.

Caleb’s gaze met mine.

He did a double take, jerking slightly when he realized someone was watching.

But then recognition dawned in his cold, blue eyes.

His hand slipped into Lucinda’s hair, twisting a fistful of it around his fingers and controlling her head, pushing her deeper down over his cock while he thrust up into her mouth.

Her moans of pleasure only increased, encouraging him.

She had no idea anyone was watching.

He did. And he didn’t care.

He fucked her mouth, staring at me, a vicious expression on his angry face.

Another punishment for something I hadn’t even done.

His dick shone with his arousal and her saliva. Every upward movement of her mouth showed his thick erection, hard for her and not for me. He slammed his hips up and down, taking her roughly, until he grew tired of that and pushed her off, spinning her around so she faced the glass wall.

So she faced me.

Her eyes went wide. “Caleb! Bethany-Melissa is—”

Caleb was already behind her, yanking her panties aside and driving inside her.

Lucinda let out a yelp that was something between surprise and intense pleasure, her dark nipples pressed flat against the glass while he fucked her.

Revulsion swirled inside me, and I finally found control of my legs. I spun on my heel and ran for the exit, Lucinda’s porn star moans and Caleb’s animalistic grunts following me the entire way.

I wouldn’t cry. Not again. My eyes were dry when I slammed my finger against the elevator button, and they were still dry as I got back in my car, turned it around, and drove back home.

There was nothing left to cry over. He’d made it clear what our relationship was, and I hadn’t listened. It was transactional. A farce. I’d be his trophy wife, the thing he showed off at the country club but never actually cared for. I’d have his surname and his money, but not his heart or his fidelity. If I married him, I’d be the hole he stuck his dick in at night in return for never having to work and the glamour being his wife would bring.

Once again, I was reminded that I would always be my mother’s daughter.

I swapped sex for money and security. I just did it in more expensive clothes.





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