Chapter 32

32

N eko

One Week Later

After I finished booking the arrangements for the trip I wanted to take Mal on, I decided to take her to lunch. She'd been working later than usual, and I wanted to help her relax, so in addition to the trip, I'd planned a spa day for her and Christina tomorrow. As I headed in the direction of her office, Parker said, "Are you looking for Malorie?"

"Yeah," I said, turning to face her.

"She's not in her office."

"Do you know where she went?"

"To the fifth floor to talk to Trent."

I couldn't imagine how my face looked, but it made Parker laugh. Trent already got under my skin before Mal arrived because he was always flirting with the women and trying to lead the men. There was a difference between a natural leader and a person who tried to demand the honor of being in control. There was nothing about Trent that seemed sincere to me, but he was a wiz with numbers, so I let him rock.

I wasn't insecure by any means, so I didn't think Malorie had a reason to cheat on me with Trent or anyone else, but I didn't like the idea of her being alone with him simply because I didn't trust his ass. I didn't want to be that guy, though, so instead of going to the fifth floor, I asked Parker to have Mal come to my office when she came back down.

Only a few minutes passed before Mal was knocking and stepping into my office. I told her to lock the door before she walked over to my desk. Before she could sit down, I requested she move closer. I waited until she was sitting on my lap to ask, "What's going on?"

Malorie released a long breath and twiddled her thumbs. "Why do you think something is going on?"

"You've been working late every day for the past week, including weekends. And this is the third time I was about to come talk to you and you were with Trent."

She turned slightly to face me. "I'm not cheating on you."

With a scoff, I tapped her hip. "I know that. I mean what's going on with business that's consuming you?"

"First, what were you looking for me for? Is everything okay?"

Between the concern in her eyes and softness in her voice, I couldn't help but smile. "Everything is fine, bae. I was coming to tell you I didn't want you staying late today. Now talk to me. What's going on?"

"I didn't want to say anything until I had proof," she muttered, playing with my tie.

"Proof of what?"

"I'm not sure yet but something's not right. I know I was only supposed to be looking at senior accounts, but I started looking at them all when some amounts didn't add up."

My head jerked as confusion filled me. "What do you mean some amounts didn't add up?"

"Well… it could be nothing. I've been recalculating everything and maybe I'm missing something. That's why I went to talk to Trent. I wanted to see what he'd come up with."

"Don't doubt yourself, mama. Trust your gut. What did you find?"

Her spine straightened, as if my words gave her confidence, and I loved that shit.

"Okay, so in simplest terms, when doing the audits, I look for three things: the amount brought in, the amount paid out to artists, and the amount in reserve for staff and taxes. The money spent by the company I haven't started looking into yet."

"Okay, I'm with you."

"Typically, the amount given to artists, staff, and taxes, always equal the amount brought in. I also ensure they are going into the right accounts. For the past week or so I've been doing more calculations because the amounts brought in have not equaled the amounts going out. I've been recalculating them and trying to make sure they weren't accidently sent to the wrong accounts."

"On the off chance they were sent to the right accounts, what does that mean?"

"It means someone is stealing… or, at least, not documenting the full amounts going out for whatever reason. The more likely thing is theft."

"Do you know who?"

She huffed. "I have an idea, but I can't be too sure."

"Who do you think it is?"

"Trent. Only because the discrepancies come from his accounts."

I nodded. This was just another reason for me to not like his ass, but with this reason, I'd be able to fire him. "Is there a chance someone else is involved or responsible?"

"I mean… sure. But based on what I've found, it's only him. And I only say that because the missing money is from the accounts he's over. Now realistically, it would be dumb for him to steal from his own accounts—"

"Unless he wasn't expecting someone to go behind him. Let's be honest, it's been a boy's club before you came. He might be giving someone a cut to hide whatever the fuck he's doing. You're the only person that's ever looked into other accounts and gone behind their audits. Technically, that's his job. So if he is stealing, he could have gotten away with it as the head of the accounting department."

Her head shook, and I saw the battle in her mind play across her face. "Still, I'm just not sure about that, babe. I don't want you to accuse him of anything just yet. I could be wrong, and even if I'm right, I want to make sure it's actually him."

I didn't want to wait if he was stealing from us, but I knew we needed to be sure before making such an accusation. "How much time do you need to be sure, Malorie?"

"Maybe another week, especially if you don't want me staying late. I want to go over the numbers one last time and have someone outside of the office go behind me. After that, I'll trace the account numbers again. Then, I'll be sure."

"Okay. I do want you to stop staying so late, so I can give you a week. Thank you for being so thorough."

"Always."

She gave me a quick kiss, but I wanted more. "Sit on my desk. Let me help you relax before you go back to your office."

Mal giggled as she hopped onto my desk. "Oh, so this is why you wanted me to lock the door huh?"

"Hell yeah." I spread her legs, and when I noticed she didn't have any panties on under her skirt, I moaned. "So you made sure I wouldn't have nothing stopping me from getting to this pussy today huh?"

"Mhm. I was hoping you wanted to have me for lunch."

"You know I'm always down to eat."

And eat I did.

The thick, warm strokes of my tongue and slurping of my lips had her moaning like we weren't in my office. Every time she was on the edge of cumming, I would pull back so she could quiet down. When she couldn't take the edging anymore, Mal held my head in place. I laughed as I gripped her thighs and kept them spread open while I feasted on her pretty pussy until she came.

I lifted up and pushed her shirt down, licking and nibbling and sucking her nipples until her legs were quaking against me. Malorie pushed me down into my chair and straddled me to ride. Holding me close with her arms wrapped around me, she kept a steady pace and tried to keep quiet. It wasn't long before she was gushing and soaking my dick and pants.

"You always cum so hard when we gotta be quiet," I moaned against her ear before licking and biting it. "You like fucking me when we can almost get caught?"

"Mhm," she moaned, gasping when I began to fuck her back.

"I'ma make you get loud," I taunted.

"Make me, babe."

And I did.

I could tell she wasn't expecting me to lift her up and start bouncing her on my dick, but that's what I did. Curses erupted from Mal along with hissed breaths that made me laugh. Even though we'd taken the proper steps with HR for our relationship, we still tried to keep PDA and sex to a minimum at the office. Right now, she didn't care who heard us. The way I was fucking her, she'd have to go home to change and take a nap any-damn-way.

When I asked Mal not to work so much, I wasn't expecting her to do more for me. I used a cleaning service and personal chef, but I didn't have to use either this week. Not only did she cook me breakfast and dinner, but she did my laundry and cleaned too. I knew it was because I told her service was my love language, but that didn't mean I expected her to do things I paid people to do.

The things she'd been doing lately made me even more excited to take her on this trip. Mal had always been doing little things to make me feel served—running errands for me, giving me massages, packing my lunch, doing my laundry. The little shit I needed done but didn't want to do for myself. She made me coffee or stopped to get me some if we didn't sleep together the night before. She made me feel thought of and considered, made my days a little lighter, and that made me love her more.

That made me spoil her more.

Since she cooked dinner, I offered to wash the dishes, but she sent me out of the kitchen. That seemed like the perfect time to get the gift I'd gotten her. Mal was still rocking the Cuban link chain I'd gotten her for her eighteenth birthday, but it was time for an upgrade. I'd gotten her two—a silver and gold one with white diamonds. Both were just under half a million, but she was worth it. The way she valued the smaller two hundred dollar one I'd gotten her years ago proved that.

I waited until I heard her shuffling around in the living room to tell her to come to my bedroom. As she walked in with a smile, I bobbed my head in the direction of the necklaces.

"They're both yours, but pick one to put on now. I want you in nothing but that."

With a gasp, she walked over to the dresser. "Babe, these are—oh my God. Neko! These are absolutely beautiful ."

"I'm glad you like them. I know you favor gold jewelry, but you're bad enough to rock that silver too and mix your metals."

Piece by piece, she began to take off her clothing, leaving me under her spell.

"Thank you so much. I love them. I love you."

"I know you do. I love you too."

As she slowly sauntered over to me, I couldn't help but thank God for her. She was truly perfect for me, and I hoped I showed her every day just how much I loved her and loved having her in my life.