And then before I know it, the whole room is clapping for me.
As they should, actually.
After all, I’m the Wolf of New York.
Ashley is looking at me wonderstruck. I walk off the podium and up to her, but she’s already walking toward me.
“You sold the company…” she starts but I cut her off.
“To myself,” I tell her taking a step closer to her and looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. “So you don’t have to worry about your loyalty to your friends conflicting with your love for me.”
She gives a bit of a squeak.
Honestly, I was hoping for something more. But I give her a second.
“You’re not selling us apart to other people?” she asks again, as if unable to believe it.
“What gave you that idea?” I ask, genuinely puzzled.
“I saw your papers in the office the other day that had articles of sale…” she begins and immediately realizes what she’s saying and blushes.
“You went through my office?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
I should have known it. Poor girl must have thought I was lying to her the entire time.
“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to…” she says, but I stop her by putting a finger to her lips.
“I would never drive you away, Ashley,” I tell her, lowering my face to hers. “I love you too much.”
It’s like happiness courses through her tiny little body as she takes one step closer and nestles into me.
Ashley looks up at me, and smiles. “I love you too, Apollo,” she says.
And wouldn’t you know it, my cock feels her tight body pressed against mine and starts getting hard.
But I need to control it. What would the people around us who have stopped clapping and are talking amongst themselves say if they saw my giant boner?
“I love you more,” I say to her, trying to get my mind off the insane idea of throwing her on my shoulder and taking her back to my office to fuck her.
“I love you louder,” she says, smiling and reaching for my head.
Our mouths get closer, and we kiss, our tongues exploring each other.
Sure, there’s people around us.
But I don’t mind. It was our love that saved this magazine. So the least it deserves is a kiss, right?
I’m glad you agree.
129
Ashley
Apollo is still wearing his suit when we hold hands and leave Blush and run out onto the street where he quickly hails us a cab.
Yeah, I know, the irony right? We’re getting in the cab together and I swear, where is his driver?
“You know for someone who has their own car and driver, you sure do seem to take cabs a lot or make do without,” I say as we wait for the yellow cab to pull over. “Now that we’ve met each other, maybe it’s time you get someone more professional, ya know?”