He’d seen Callum get into the elevator with the black-haired woman. He’d also seen the show he’d put on for him. Did Callum know he’d be watching from the security cameras? Cole had sound to go with the images. When he heard what he’d said to the woman, he’d known Callum was aware he’d be watching. What was his friend trying to do? Set him up. They had shared women in the past, but that was years ago.
Cole knew he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He was too fucked up in the head, and he still had nightmares that kept him awake at night.
The woman captured his attention. She was absolutely beautiful. He loved women with a fuller figure. The only problem he found with fuller figured women was they had a lot of insecurity, which made them hard work.
He closed the computer and sat back listening to the moans coming from the door opposite. His other computer in the office was going through the background check of the employees at the marketing firm.
Running his fingers through his short hair, he wondered if Callum’s guest would be joining them for breakfast. From the sound of the action next door he could only imagine how exhausted she’d be.
Callum was known for going hours with a woman. Cole knew the desires his friend had. There was such rampant need in his friend. All the women Callum had dated and fucked had never been able to keep up with him.
Listening to them go at it next door, he wondered how long the mystery woman would hold up. He sure wasn’t waiting around to hold her hand.
Chapter Three
Simone opened her eyes and stared at the man by her side. The events of the night before came back to her in a blur of images and sex. Looking past his shoulder she saw that it was seven in the morning. She knew it was Saturday, and she wouldn’t have to go in to work. Slowly, trying not to wake him, she climbed out of the bed. Staring down at him for a few seconds, Simone resisted the urge to wake him up.
He’d been everything she’d dreamed about last night. They’d both collapsed on the bed at around three in the morning, sated and exhausted. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her. Simone smelt the sex on her. They had done everything he’d described and then some more.
Her body was sore but relaxed. Moving out of his apartment, she grabbed her dress, then her shoes. She left her bra, figuring he could keep it as a memento. Simone took her purse and coat then left the apartment. There was a man coming up the hallway toward the door next to Callum’s room. He smiled at her. She held her heels over one shoulder. The walk of shame had never felt so good.
“Good morning,” he said.
“That it certainly is.” She smiled at him and continued on to the elevator. When she was down at the ground floor, she asked the reception to call her a cab. Simone decided to wait outside for her ride. She didn’t want to have any morning after encounters. If she never saw him again she’d be happy. Callum with no last name had lived up to all expectations and had blown some of her own beliefs out of the sky. That man knew how to take a woman. Her body melted at the thought of him taking her once again.
She stood at the curb waiting for her cab, thinking about the night before. Callum had taken complete control. He didn’t ask her if she liked what he was doing. There was no nervousness about him. He’d done what he wanted without waiting. She’d loved every second of his commanding presence.
The cab pulled up, and she got in and gave him her address. She didn’t look up to see if Callum was watching from his room. The less she knew about the man the better she’d feel.
Within an hour the cab pulled up outside her apartment. She paid the fare then got out. The doorman opened the door for her. “Good morning, Miss Allusifa.”
“And to you, Clyde. How are the wife and kids?” she asked.
“Brilliant as always.”
She smiled going up to the main desk. Simone was about to ask for her mail when the man at the desk turned around to greet her.
“Daddy,” she said.
Malcolm Allusifa stood over her. At twenty-five years old she still felt like a young girl waiting to be told off.
“Simone, I’ve been waiting for you.”
Her walk of shame was now complete. She knew her father would know her walk of shame. He’d made plenty of women do it in the past.
“Yeah, what about?” She took the mail from the reception lady then began walking up the steps. Her father hated taking the stairs. He thought they were for smaller people. She hated where she grew up. Her father was a wealthy man. He owned a fleet of boats or something. She’d never spent the time getting to know him. All she needed to know was that her mother had been the cleaning lady who he’d knocked up. They’d ended up married because her mother had gotten pregnant. Her older brother, Daniel, would be the man to take over the family business.