Billionaire Flawed 2(15)

She nodded and handed me some pamphlets. I stuffed them into my purse and just walked out.

I was pregnant, and here I thought I was doing so well with birth control. I contemplated calling Jake right away, but then I didn’t. I had a feeling that he had little to no interest in starting a family, especially considering his situation with Monica.

I stayed silent for the next couple of weeks. We still talked a few times, and it seemed that he was interested in rekindling our romance. I was interested in doing so as well; it had been long enough without him.

I was the first person he called when the team plane landed at the airport. He wanted to see me right away. So I decided to indulge him.

I went to the bathroom at work again, being careful to lock it behind me. I stripped off my top and leaned towards the mirror, giving my best ‘fuck-me’ face, and sent the photo.

Before I started putting my top back on, I heard the stall behind me click open, and I froze. Monica, of all people, was in the bathroom with me. I reached down and grabbed my top as she started washing her hands.

“Don’t feel so embarrassed, we’ve all done it at some point,” she said.

“What brings you to the agency, I didn’t think you were a client,” I said.

She pulled a lipstick out of her handbag and began to draw a line over her lip.

“I’m not, but my soon to be husband is. He’s talking to Martin right now.”

“Ah, that makes a lot more sense now.”

“So, who’s the man on the receiving end of that photo? He must be pretty eager if you’re sending him something like that.”

I held back a laugh as I thought about the coincidence.

“I don’t think I can say, Agent client confidentiality and all,” I said with a smile and a wink.

With the worst timing possible, my phone started to vibrate. Jake’s photo popped up on the screen in full view of my current company.

I tried to snag it before she saw but the damage was done.

“Jake? Why is he texting you?”

“He’s my client, why wouldn’t he be texting me,” I said, trying my best to deflect her suspicion.

A click of realization shot across her face, then a scowl took its place.

“How long were you sleeping with him, you little slut. You must be the reason he wasn’t interested in marrying me.”

I picked up my bag and started backing towards the door, but she advanced on me quickly.

“Tell me! You piece of trash,” she said while grabbing my hair. She wasn’t very strong, which was good for me. I grabbed a hold of my hair and put a foot to her stomach and pushed her away.

She fell to the floor and looked up at me with rage in her face.

“I’ll have your job for this! I know the owner, and he won’t let you stay here after I’ve had a chat with him!”

I was already unlocking the door and making my way out as quickly as I could. She followed me, trying her best to catch up, but I was quicker.

I hopped in a taxi and headed straight to Jake’s apartment. He hadn’t arrived back from the airport yet, so I waited in the lobby downstairs.

I twisted my phone through my hands, nervous. I waited for a call from Martin, thinking he’d be furious with me. My head was starting to feel a little woozy when the door opened.

Jake stood there with his bag in tow. I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him in a big hug.

It must have been unexpected to him, but he still held me back.

“I need to take my mind off today, think you can do it?”

He just picked me up and cradled me in his arms as we rode the elevator up. I leaned in and kissed him as though it were the first time. It felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.

Inside his apartment, I could hardly contain myself. I was already clawing at his back trying to take his shirt off. He threw me down on the couch and dropped his bag.

I undid my blouse, regretting wearing something with so many buttons on it today. He threw his shirt to the floor and walked towards me while I was still trying to unbutton. It didn’t look like he cared; he just pulled the shirt away and lifted my chest up to face. I tugged my bra off and tossed it aside.

He was like a hungry dog ready to eat, and I didn’t mind feeling like his meal. He took my nipples into his tongue as I worked at the zipper on my pants.

He kept pulling me in closer so he could devour me. His passion turned me on more, and in his impatience, he yanked my pants off. I had almost soaked my underwear through, thinking about his sweaty shape on top of me again.

I shoved my hand down the front of his pants to feel his manhood again. He was bigger than I remembered, and I thought about it inside me again.

He grabbed my ass and lifted me into the air until I was sitting on his shoulders. With his mouth, he pulled aside my panties and started to lick along my slit. With every flick of his tongue, I felt sensations shoot into my legs. I held onto his head for dear life and pulled his tongue into my sex further.