Chapter 21

Jasmine

I watch Christian talk to Bella about what she did in nursery as they both eat pizza as if they have never been fed before. I’ve been quiet as I contemplate today’s events. My cheeks heat as I think about how I rode him like a sex-crazed, horny teenager.

He took me into his bathroom and sat me on the counter with my legs wide open. Instead of cleaning me up, he pushed his cum back inside of me and told me that was the only place he will be cumming in from now on.

“Mum.”

“Sorry, baby. What did you say?”

“I asked if we can go to the park on the way home?”

“I’m sure that Mr Hayes needs to go back to work.”

Her face falls, and she looks to Christian for confirmation.

“We can go to the park. I’ve taken today off.”

She jumps up and down on her seat before she gets up and goes to Christian, lifting her arms up.

He lifts her up and gives her a hug. His eyes are on me. He gives me a heated look before he mouths one word.

Mine.

I wonder if he has ever had a psychological assessment before.

I wipe the dishes down before putting them all away in the cupboards. I stare at my phone for a moment. After the park, Christian dropped us off at home. He had insisted on seeing us at our door. I noticed a new front door had been fitted and there were CCTV cameras at the entrance. When I asked him about it, he told me it’s for everyone’s safety.

I wipe the last pot and put it in the cupboard before picking up my phone. Before he left, he added his number on my phone. He put his name in as My Future. I changed it to Crazy.

As if he knew I was thinking about him, a message comes from him.

I’m on my way over.

Why? I text back.

I will tell you when I’m inside of you again.

I glance at the name I gave him. It suits him. I don’t bother replying. If I tell him not to come, he will come regardless. I look around the kitchen. I’m not ready to have him in Reese’s space yet.

I wander into the living room and sit down, looking up at our picture. This is our only picture that was taken by a professional. My love will always be with him. With our daughter. He quickly deteriorated in the hospital. I would stay and talk to him, holding his hand. Poor Bella found it difficult to understand why her daddy wasn’t talking to her.

There is a light knock on the door and I get up to answer it, giving our picture one last look.

He is leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face. He has a black holdall in his hand. His suit is gone, and he wears a t-shirt and sweatpants now.

I frown at him.

“You can’t stay over.”

He walks past me, leaving me looking at his back before I close the door and follow him into the living room.

“I’m happy to sleep on the couch. I got home, and it looked cold and lonely.”

He puts his bag on the floor and walks over to me.

“Please?” He asks with a pout and rapidly flutters his eyelashes at me.

I smile at his theatrics and nod my head. I know what loneliness feels like. You can be in a room full of people and still feel alone.

“What time does Bella go to sleep?”

He walks back to the couch and sits down, patting the seat beside him.

I sit down beside him. His hand rests on my leg.

“Anytime from 7 pm to 8 pm. I just have to gauge how tired she is. By the end of the week, she can get pretty tired.”

His fingers play with the edge of my shorts.

“What was her dad like?” He asks softly.

I glance up at him in surprise. It’s the first time he has mentioned Reese. His face looks relaxed.

“He was my best friend and partner, all rolled into one. I was lucky to have him in my life.”

I hesitate and look at the picture.

“We both were.”

“Do you think he would want you both to be happy?”

“Of course he would,” I said defensively as my head snaps back to him.

“Good.”

He said and puts his arm around me.

“He was lucky to have had you both in his life, too.”

I sag against him. Sly bastard.

“We had so many aspirations. His greatest joy was our Bella. She wasn’t planned, but he was so happy when I fell pregnant.”

I chuckle at the memory.

“I wish he could have watched her grow up.” I said with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sure he is always going to watch over her. You can keep his memory alive in Bella.”

I put my head on his shoulder.

“Thanks, Dr Phil.”

He lets out a deep chuckle, making me smile.

“You’re welcome. You can always talk to me about anything since I’m your couch therapist. My rates are high, but I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.”

“Rather convenient for you, Dr Hayes. Are you going to fit on the couch, or will your feet dangle off?”

“I will be fine.”

We are silent for a while.

“I don’t want to rush Bella into anything that will upset her,” I whisper.

“I have never seen that little girl anything but happy. That’s all your doing. She seems to like me and she loved my family. Conner hasn’t stopped talking about her. Oh, Carina asked for your number.”

“Just message me her number and I will text her tomorrow. Let me get you some pillows and a blanket.” I said, getting up off the sofa.

I go into my bedroom and get the spare blanket and pillows. I bite my lip in contemplation if I should let him sleep on the bed. I shake my head. He came here. He knows Bella comes first. If his head or feet hang off the couch, it’s his own fault.

He is lying on the sofa with his phone in his hand.

I pile everything on his chest.

“Goodnight.”

“Wait!”

“What?” I ask, turning around to see him sitting upright.

“Don’t I get tucked in and a kiss?”

I walk back to him and give him a peck on his cheek. He pulls me on top of him and kisses my neck before sucking on me like a vampire. I feel goosebumps on my arms. I try to pull away from him when I realise I am going into the office tomorrow with his mark on me.

“You’re a bad man, Mr Hayes.”

I feel him smile against my neck.

“Now you’re getting it.” He said.

“Go to sleep.” I tell him as I sit up with a yawn.

I see my phone on the coffee table and I pick it up on my way out.

My head hits the pillow and I snuggle closer into Reese’s pillow. My phone vibrates and I pick it up.

Crazy4You

Goodnight, baby. X

My stomach flutters, making me feel like a giddy teen again. This all seems surreal, and it’s happening so fast. But at the same time, he feels right with us. Time will tell. I force myself to close my eyes and not think of the man lying on my couch.

I frown while reading the company’s current maternity and paternity leave allowance.

“Isn’t it standard a year for a woman and several weeks for a father?” I ask the director of HR, Sheena.

“It is. The paid leave is for three months for women and two weeks for men.”

“Sweden has paid leave for twelve months.”

“We can look at six months and run some figures.”

I picture Bella at six months old. Babies are starting to eat solids and that definitely sounds better than leaving your baby at three months old.

My phone vibrates on the table.

“I’m sorry, Sheena.”

“That’s okay. I’m getting a drink. Would you like one?”

“No, thanks.”

Stalker

Can you come into my office? I need to see you about an urgent matter.

The feeling of dread surges through me. I hope the case against Mavis and Wilfred hasn’t backfired on me.

Sheena comes back in with a cup of water.

“Mr Hayes has asked me to go in and see him. I don’t know how long I will be.”

“That’s okay. We have enough to go on for today.”

“Thanks, Sheena. I love being part of this process.”

“I’m so glad Mr Hayes brought you in. It saves us time doing research and surveys. You can meet the rest of the team tomorrow.”

“Bye, Sheena. It was lovely meeting you. See you tomorrow.”

Sheena beams a smile at me. We chatted for a while before we got into the current polices.She is a mum of two herself, so she is more than happy to make positive changes in the company. Happy employees will mean loyal employees.

I leave the conference room to go towards Christian’s office. I reach his door and just as I am about to knock, the gatekeeper loudly clears her throat.

“Morning, Veronica.”

“You need to check in with me first to see if Mr Hayes is available.” She said in a tight voice.

I take her in for a moment. She is must have a complete wardrobe of grey suits to match her greying hair. How unhappy does a person need to be for them to form a power trip as a PA or receptionist?

“He text me to come into his office urgently.”

She glares at me with such intensity that I am taken aback.

Christian’s door bursts open.

“There you are. What took you so long? Veronica, do not disturb us.”

Before I can answer him, he pulls me into his office, slamming the door shut and turning the lock on his door.

He looks at his watch.

“We have an hour.”

“Wait. What was so urgent?”

“My cock.”

I blink at his answer before I slap his chest.

“I was worried about Mavis, you idiot.”

He grins at me with his perfect white teeth on show.

“They are done. Miles gives me a daily update. If there was anything that would affect my girls, I would tell you. Now take your clothes off.”

I look at the office windows.

“No way. Someone will see us.”

“The windows are coated. No one can see into my office. Quit stalling.”

I bite my lip, and self consciously put my hand over my stomach.

His eyes flick down to my hand before he lifts my chin up to look at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve only been with Reese, but after I had Bella, I have stretch marks.” I said before looking away from his eyes.

He growls like a beast before lifting me up.

I let out a yelp as he plants me on top of his desk.

“You think I care about a few marks? How shallow do you think I am, Jasmine?” The anger vibrates in his voice.

He unbuttons my blouse, pulling it off before reaching behind me to do undo my bra. He tosses everything to the side before he fumbles around my waist to find the fastening for my skirt.

“It’s on the side, Mr Hayes.” I said, as I try to calm my heart down.

He mutters something under his breath before he finds the button and zipper. He pulls my skirt off, leaving me with just my black hold ups, shoes and panties on.

Stepping back, he looks at me from head to toe.

“I am going to ruin you when I get you in my bed. The things I am going to do to you Jasmine…”

His words knock the breath out of my lungs. His eyes are as dark as his words. The expression on his face turns from serious to determined.

“Don’t you ever insult either of us like that again.”

I inhale sharply and nod.

His hand traces my neck down to my breasts.

“You’re beautiful. I can only imagine how stunning you looked feeding Bella.”

His other hand touches my stomach.

“How this body nurtured her in your womb.”

He pushes me flat on his desk. His words make me ache for him. The feel of his fingers trace the top of my lace thong makes me moan. Then the teasing bastard just stops.

My head comes off the desk to glare at him.

He pulls my legs apart to step between them before leaning down to kiss me.The feel of his soft cotton shirt against my breasts and his mouth owning mine makes me moan into his mouth. His hand goes to my breasts, squeezing one before pinching my nipple. I nip his lip in return.

He pulls back and slaps my each of my breasts rapidly. The sound seems to vibrate around his silent office.

“What are you?”

I try to decipher what he is asking me as he looks down at me with a stern expression.

“Beautiful?”

His head dips down as I watch him latch onto my nipple. He moves onto the other one as his hard length moves between my legs. Feeling his thick cock against my pussy makes me try to lift my hips up for more.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you.”

I’m willing to say whatever it takes for him to get his dick out.

“Good girl.”

Does a good girl get dick?

He reaches down to undo his trousers.

Thank fuck.

He pulls my underwear down my legs but leaves my stockings on. Watching him finger my underwear makes my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“I’ve made a good start by ruining your underwear. The material is fucking soaked.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t take my eyes off him. My eyes drop to his cock.

It’s poking out from between his trousers and shirt. It’s standing proud and swollen, with his pre-cum dripping out of the tip. My mouth goes dry and I lick my lips.

“Take your shirt and tie off.” I demand hoarsely.

He throws my panties over his shoulder and strips off. I watch his every move and my hand moves to my pussy, unable to wait. I slide my fingers along my wet opening, pressing down on my clit. It’s like watching my private strip show.

The dark stubble almost ripples as a muscle on his jaw ticked. My eyes skim across the breadth of his shoulders, down his chest. I gasp when I see his cock.

He felt big, but I thought it was because it had been such a long time since I had sex. His cock must be at least 9 or 10 inches. I can see the veins trying to burst out away from that beast. I wonder if he would send me a dick pic so I can scrutinize it.

He jolts me out of my thoughts when he pushes my fingers deeper into my pussy. His hand grips my hand tightly as he moves my fingers in and out of my pussy before he sucks and licks my fingers clean. My hand trembles in his.

“Fuck. We don’t have much time.”

“Condom.” I pant out.

“No fucking condom, Jasmine. I refuse to have anything between us.”

“B-but I’m not on anything.”

His smile turns vicious. He puts my legs on his shoulders and leans over me, sandwiching me between his body and his desk.

“I want everything with you, Jasmine. Everything.”

I feel him rub the length along my pussy. He slips his cock inside me, stretching me out with every inch he pushes into me. His breathing is unsteady as he pulls back and drives into me so hard he pushes me along his desk. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of him so deep inside of me. I feel his breath on my neck as he thrusts his cock in and out of me.

“You’re going to take each and every drop of my cum. Every fucking day, Jasmine.”

He bites my neck and groans as he drives into me so deep I can feel his balls slap against me.His fingers bite into my shoulders as he makes sure he doesn’t fuck me off the desk.

Christian begins a punishing rhythm. He thrusts in hard, rapid movements. I feel the desperate need to come. The tension in my body makes me throb and ache.

My head dangles off the desk as he pounds into me, as if he wants to tear me apart. His hand lets go of my leg and runs down my belly to my clit. He slowly circles my clit by the third time I scream out his name, arching my back off the desk as he pushes me into oblivion.