“Look at you, smiling like there isn’t a care in the world. He does something to you, and I’m not sure it’s healthy, especially if he’s doing it to you on a car.”
“On a car, the shower, the dining table, the couch, his bed… Oh, and there was that one time at work.”
“At work? Lexa, seriously?”
“Yeah, I told you, it’s amazing. He’s hands down the sexiest man I know. And, I can’t tell him no. Even at work.” She leaned against the counter and stared at the floor. “Don’t act like you’re so innocent. I’ve known you my whole life. You’ve done it across your desk, and you screwed your boss.”
She lifted her head and glanced around me to the living room where Daniel was lost in a television show. “Keep it down. I’m not judging you. Just promise you’ll be careful.”
“I’m always careful.”
“Famous last words, Lexa. Famous. Last. Words.”
I couldn’t dispute her one bit. I’d already been a fool from the start with Aiden.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Aiden
With everything going on, at least my morning routine was getting back to normal with another trip to the gym. I had a lot on my mind that needed processing and I’d always used the gym, especially through law school, to sort out what was going on in my life. It put me in focus better than anything else. I sat on the bench working my arms and keeping to myself by avoiding the stares from some of the women, and a certain man who hadn’t stopped staring since I showed up. Sorry, bro, I’m not your type.
There had been so much to consider with the lawsuit hanging over my head and with taking that next step with Lexa. She’d been so preoccupied with work, but that hadn’t stopped her from taking care of me.
The day before, which turned into the most interesting Sunday morning, started out with a phone call after her late shift. I don’t know how the girl finds the energy, but she had me stroking my cock on her drive home — which ended on my doorstep instead. She’d commanded me not to stop what I was doing as
I went to the door, and I had obliged. She had her shirt open for me when I threw open the door. That was a good thing because her buttons would have been a two-handed job, and I had my commands.
She’d taken my hand, the one that wasn’t busy, and led me to the nearest chair, a high back velveteen number with elaborately-carved wooden arms, and finished the job by giving me the hottest blowjob of my life. Then I carried her upstairs for round two, and as usual, when we were together, everything else in the world faded away.
That was how it always was with Lexa. The two of us were so wrapped up in each other nothing else mattered, but when we were apart, she was wrapped up in work and I had the looming lawsuit.
I finished my workout and showered before heading out with all intentions of going back home to kill some time, but something inside craved a more productive day. It was time I got a handle on things. On my life, my career, my finances for the future, or at least what would be left of them.
I ended up pulling into the parking garage at the office, and what do you know, my father’s reserved spot was waiting. I pulled the Shelby into the space and killed the engine before straightening my collar. I reached in the glove box, knowing my dad’s emergency tie was still there and gave it a once over, hoping it didn’t have a coffee or mustard stain. I ran the length through my fingers for the all clear and tied it on. I got out of the car and was greeted by Layne’s secretary, who used to work for my father.
“Good morning, Mr. Walker.” She gave me a curt nod and continued on her way, her steps picking up their pace. I had that effect on people there, and I was okay with it. It humored me in a sadistic way, and I laughed inside, thinking how she better get used to seeing me.
At least until the lawsuit was settled and she followed Layne wherever he went. She could suck his dick in a new office just as easy. The same way she’d done my father’s.
She wasn’t fooling me. I knew who she’d been with and for how long, and as soon as his body turned cold, she’d leaned on Layne for comfort. He’d even been foolish enough to put her up in a new place, but according to him, his conscience had gotten the best of him, and he was on the mend with his wife. No matter to me. It would all change soon enough.
I walked into the office with the usual greetings, a few hellos, but more heads turning away and feet changing direction, especially after my last outburst. I headed straight to my father’s office and went inside. Nothing had been touched except for the things Layne had taken, which to his credit, were necessary. No one had defaced Dad’s office by stripping away anything unnecessary.
I glanced down at his chair and without remorse, planted my ass. He would have been proud to see me there — at least that’s what Layne had been trying to convince me of during all the past months of trying to lure me to pick up where he left off. He hadn’t seen it coming to this, I was sure of that, and he was equally shocked to see me sitting there an hour later when he finally came out of his office.
I’d been on the computer looking over my finances and making plans to move forward when he passed by and did his double-take. I’d left the door open deliberately to intimidate anyone passing by. No one had bothered me up until then.
“Aiden?” Layne strode in wearing a wrinkled suit and doing his best to look alert. A young lady, half Layne’s age, if a day, came walking out of his office behind him straightening her skirt.
So that’s why he wasn’t seeing his secretary anymore. Knowing she’d left the building some time ago, I could imagine what was going on in Layne’s office for the past hour. “Still fucking around on the job I see.” The woman’s head turned so fast I thought she might get whiplash, but after I gave her a wink and a wave she turned and scuttled away.
“Jesus, Aiden.” He glanced around to see if anyone else was listening, but that end of the office was dead, and now it was clear why. No one wanted to be within ten feet of what was going on behind closed doors, and it was yet another reason Layne was about to find himself on his own. “Stop giving me that holier-than-thou attitude.”
“Don’t worry; I won’t ask how Mrs. Connor is doing. But maybe you should have your new assistant send her some flowers. You know, to show them both their place.” My face warmed with a sly grin, but the humor was lost on Layne.
“To what do I owe your sudden interest in your father’s computer?” His smile was friendly, but his tone was laden with a heavy dose of fuck you.
“I have to make plans for when this suit blows up in my face.” I didn’t trust him to pick up the pieces.