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  I don’t want him to leave, but I know I can’t ask him to stay longer or force him to take me with him. He turns me around so I can face him and gently brushes the hair off my face as he softly kisses the tip of my nose.

  “I have to go. I’ll miss being inside you and sleeping next to you, but business calls and I have to go check on my CFO Derek to make sure he recovers from this heart attack.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to go.”

  He smiles at the hint of concern in my voice. “I won’t be gone for long, baby. You won’t even have time to miss me.”

  “Yes, I will.”

  “Good, because I’ll miss you like crazy.”

  “I hope your CFO recovers quickly.”

  “He’s going to be fine. He’s a tough, hard-headed Texan and I’m sure he’ll pull through. As for us, I’ll text you and I’ll call to hear your voice every single day. I should only be gone for a few days. Since you’ve been glued to me for nine solid days now, I’m sure you’ll welcome the break.”

  I can’t believe I’ve spent nine days with Bryce and now he has to leave.

  “Be good while I’m gone. Since it’s only for a few days, I’m sure Todd won’t have a chance to book any other clients for you during the time I’m gone. I’ll make sure to leave enough money to take care of your needs while I’m away. I can’t stand the thought of another man touching you or fucking you, Sofia.” He nearly spits those last words.

  “I’ll be here waiting for you, Bryce.”

  Chapter 2

  I arrive back at my New York home exhausted and utterly elated. I’ve spent a dreamy week in one of the most beautiful cities in the world alongside one of the richest men in the world. The Mandarin Oriental was one of the most beautiful hotels I had ever stayed at, but I’m glad to be home. When my grandparents died, Ciara bought the brownstone they had rented for decades. My dad’s parents had worked their entire lives to support six kids and they never had enough to buy their own home. The only reason they were able to rent such a big house on their blue-collar salaries was because my grandmother worked as a housekeeper for a wealthy family that owned a huge chuck on New York’s real estate market. Ciara’s booming business allowed us to keep this small part of our heritage and I was able to leave my own rented apartment and move in. Ciara’s team of creative talent has transformed the dated three-story house into a beautiful modern abode I called home.

  He’s fallen for me! I can’t believe he actually feels this way about me.

  I’ll miss Bryce, but I’ll take advantage of the next few days to go to the spa and get my place cleaned. What a treat to hire a cleaning lady to help. I’ll also have to spend a few hours making room in my closet for all this new European fashion.

  Is that my phone? Where did I put it? Oh, there it is. God, I just missed Ciara. Crap, I can’t believe how many messages she’s left. I’d better call her.

  “I’m sorry I missed your call.”

  “Hey, sis! Where have you been? You’ve not been responding to my text messages, and I dropped by the other day when you said you weren’t feeling well and no one was home. What’s up, Sofia?”

  Ciara always cuts to the chase.

  “Hey, baby sis. How are you? Thanks for checking up on me. Yeah, um, I wasn’t feeling well for a few days, but I had to get better quickly because my client wanted me to fly to Paris with him for a few deals he was trying to close,” I reply in the most confident voice I can muster up.

  “Paris? You were in Paris and didn’t tell me? Wow, so this new contract is working out well for you. You’re working on their translations?”

  “Um, something along those lines. The client doesn’t speak any French and had some big clients to impress.” I nearly believe my own semi-lie.

  “Awesome. I love Paris and miss it so much. Who’s your client again?”

  My blood nearly freezes when Ciara asks that question. I’m so afraid she’ll start doing Google searches about Bryce and his company, but I’m mostly afraid she’ll start asking too many questions and that she’ll see right through my lies.

  “Linden Corp. Their head office is in Silicon Valley.”

  “Right. How did you get this contract again?” She sounds very suspicious, but I play along.

  “One of my former employees worked with the owner in the past and she referred me when she found out he needed someone who spoke multiple languages,” I reply nervously.

  I veer the topic back to Ciara to get out of this uncomfortable conversation.

  “I was at Betony for a business lunch with my client earlier today. You did an outstanding job with that place.”

  “Thanks, sis. I’m so proud of those light fixtures. And you’re right, you can’t beat the food at Betony.”

  “My client was impressed with your work,” I say to flatter her.

  “I’m pleased he likes the lighting there. You said he has offices in Silicon Valley. If he’s flying you to Paris to close deals, maybe their Cali offices need a new facelift?”

  Ciara was never one to miss out on a potential business deal—or the opportunity to seduce a man.

  “Great idea. I’ll ask and let you know,” I reply with feigned excitement.

  “Listen, I have to go. I called because I was worried and some of the things you told me a few days ago about this contract didn’t compute. I’m just being a concerned sister. I love you, Sof. If you need money, tell me. I have plenty to share with you. We’re family.”

  My heart jumps at her words. She doesn’t fully believe the story I concocted to hide the real nature of my work with Bryce.

  “Thanks, Ci. I appreciate your concern and offer of money, but I’m fine. This is a great opportunity for me and I get to use my language skills. I love you too.” I feel so guilty about not being able to tell Ciara the truth, but I’d rather die than confess. Actually, she’d kill me first and then I’d die of embarrassment.

  My first day back home is far more tiring than I thought. After spending the entire day playing catch-up and running around, I’m awfully tired and my body is begging for a good night’s sleep. I end my long and busy day with a hot, soothing bath. I’m still walking around my place in my robe while towel-drying my hair when my work phone rings.

  “How was your day and did you miss me?”

  “Bryce, I’m happy to hear from you. I had a good day, and you?” I’m trying hard to contain how utterly excited I am about the fact that he’s been thinking of me.

  “I’m back home and I was sitting in my office working when I got completely distracted by the thought of your perfect lips wrapped around my hard cock.”

  His answer arouses me and my body instantly yearns for his touch. It’s obvious Bryce is in the mood for some naughty play tonight and all of sudden my fatigue dissipates and I’m in the mood to play.

  “You like it when I take you into my mouth?”

  “Like it? What an understatement. You should have a PhD in cocksucking because you’re that good at it.”

  “The only reason I’m good at it is because your juicy cock fits so well in my mouth.”

  “I love how you allow my penis to touch the back of your throat. Mmmm, that always feels freaking amazing,” he moans. “What are you wearing, Sofia?”

  “I just finished taking a long hot bath and I’m totally naked under my robe. It’s too bad you’re not close by or else I could show you,” I reply suggestively.

  “Stop it, you’re giving me a hard-on.”

  “I thought you already had the hard-on before you picked up the phone to call me.”

  “You’re an evil woman, Sofia.”

  “Pull it out and rub it.”

  “Are you trying to have your way with me?”

  “Just pull it out, Bryce,” I gently command.

  He’s silent for a few seconds, but I can hear him breathing heavily.

  “I want to fuck you so badly now. Stroking my cock feels good, but not as good as pounding you.”

  “I want nothing m
ore than for you to fuck me, but instead I’ll have to sit here and continue playing with myself,” I say, as I undo the belt that secures my robe. I move to the couch in my office where I sit with my legs open as I play with my juices. I’m so incredibly turned on right now, and it has been quite a while since I’ve had such hot phone sex with a guy.

  “I’m so horny and you’re so far from me. I’d love to eat your pussy. Do you like it when I make you come with my tongue and my mouth?”

  His words bring back memories of us at the back of a Benz in the middle of Paris, as I looked down on him as he made me climax with his mouth. He knows every single inch of my body and he knows which buttons to push.

  “I do. You pleasure me so well,” I gasp, as I struggle to finish my sentence. My node is fully engorged and my body convulses as I intensify the speed at which I pleasure myself.

  “I can hear you breathing heavy, Sofia. Are you about to come, baby?”

  “I am.” I barely manage to reply because I’m already enjoying the sweet sensations that precede a mind-blowing orgasm. My legs tremble as my hips rise from the couch while I climax. I let out a grunt of pure pleasure, my entire body throbbing with satisfaction.

  “I can even make you come from afar, you bad girl,” he says teasingly.

  “Yeah, but it’s not nearly as hot as when you spank me hard before parting my ass cheeks with your big strong hands and forcing yourself in my backside without asking for permission.”

  “Jesus Christ. You’re going to make me come hard,” he yells.

  Bryce has gone silent, but it’s now my turn to listen to the rhythm of his heavy breathing.

  “That last sentence wasn’t fair play. You knew it was going to set me off and now my creamy load exploded all over my hand and you’re not even here to lick it.”

  “You’re the one who started this game. I wanted to make it was worth your while. So I guess that makes us even since I’m also able to make you come from afar.”

  “You’re lucky I’m not closer by to punish you for being so cocky.”

  “Oh, well, spank me. Oh, wait. You can’t. You’re not in New York.”

  “Mmmmm, you evil woman, you.”

  We both laugh.

  I’ve never felt more sexually satisfied in my life than since meeting Bryce. He’s allowed me to explore every single dimension of my sexuality and I’ll secretly admit to loving the fact he takes charge during our sexual encounters. It’s an incredibly arousing feeling to be told what to do by a strong man who knows exactly how to satisfy my every kinky, secret desire.

  “I’ll be back in New York in a few days and I’m looking forward to getting my hands all over you, eating your pussy and hearing you scream with pleasure.”

  “I’ll be impatiently waiting,” I say, licking my lips at how well Bryce has mastered the art of making me come with his mouth.

  “Good night, beautiful Sofia. I can’t wait to have my way with you again.”

  “Good night, Bryce, and I can’t wait to see you.”

  The next few days are a dream. It’s so refreshing not to have to stress out over money after spending months afraid of calls from creditors. Bryce gave me a check for the week in Paris because the amount was way too huge to carry in cash. I’m able to pay off a number of bills and prevent the electricity company from cutting out my power because of the enormous bill I owe them.

  After dropping off a check to cover Todd’s percentage on my fees for my Paris business trip, I have time for a relaxing mani-pedi followed by an enjoyable lunch with my escort friend and former employee Cassandra, where I fill her in on all the highlights of my wonderful Parisian trip.

  I’m so excited Bryce is coming back to New York in less than eighteen hours and I can’t wait to see him.

  I arrive home with arms filled with groceries when I hear my phone ring. I check my phone and I don’t see an incoming call.

  Okay, that’s strange, I could have sworn I heard the phone ring.

  For whatever reason, it takes me a minute to realize it’s my work phone ringing. I drop everything and run to pick it up. I glance at the display and see Bryce’s name.

  “Hey, beautiful. Have you been keeping busy?”

  “Bryce, how are you? I haven’t heard from you all day. I’m so happy to hear your voice.” I can barely contain my excitement at the thought of being with him in the next few hours.

  “I’ve been dealing with a lot here, Sofia,” he replies in a heavy tone.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, afraid of the answer.

  “Do you remember Derek, my CFO, who had a heart attack?”

  “Yes, I do. Is he going to make it?” I ask with genuine concern for this stranger.

  “I wish I had good news to share, but Derek passed away this morning after a second, more violent heart attack. I can’t come back to New York now. I have to make sure his wife and three-year old triplets are taken care of and I have to work with my top executives to replace Derek. I’m sorry, love, but I have to stay put for a while longer. I won’t be back in New York for a few weeks and potentially as long as a month. I want to fly you here to see you because I don’t want to wait that long, but the next few weeks will be grueling and emotionally taxing.” He pauses, waiting for my answer.

  “I can’t imagine what his poor wife is going through. I’m sorry to hear this, Bryce. No rush. Take care of this woman and her kids and I know I’ll see you soon.”

  “Thanks for your understanding. I’ve known Derek for years now. He mentored me during the first year of my corporate career and we’ve remained close. I hired him because he has the best mind when it comes to corporate finances. I was happy when he finally got married, because he’d been single for so long. I didn’t expect he’d die so suddenly and leave three young children behind.”

  “Of course you didn’t,” I reply, trying to be as supportive as I can.

  “Sofia, I lo—” He stops in mid-sentence and I’m waiting for him to repeat his sentence because I swear he was about to say, “I love you.” It takes me a few seconds to realize the battery on my phone has died. I haven’t charged it since leaving Bryce’s hotel and our phone sex episode from last night must have eaten up what little battery I had left.

  Seriously? The phone dies now? Did Bryce say he loved me? Was that what he was trying to share? Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening.

  I frantically look for my cable to plug my phone in, but I know in my heart it could be days before I hear back from Bryce given the circumstances. I’ll have to wait to find out what he was trying to tell me before my battery died.

  * * *

  Five days have passed since speaking to Bryce. He has been uncommunicative apart from the occasional text message sent at odd hours of the day. I guess with everything he has going on, he forgets that when he texts me at one am Pacific time, I’m sound asleep on the East Coast.

  By day six, I’m dying to hear his soothing voice. I also realize that I might have to call Todd to get another client. Bryce left me only money for the two days he thought he’d be out of town and since his plans have changed, I’ll have to adjust mine quickly or else I’ll have more creditors pounding on my door.

  My work phone rings and I nearly jump out of my skin. It’s Todd.

  “Amanda, how are you keeping up? I haven’t heard from you in a few days and given the news about Bryce’s CFO, I want to make sure you’re okay. It just hit CNN and I’m sure it’s going to turn into a media frenzy.”

  “News? CNN? What’s going on?” I’m nearly panicked when I ask that last question.

  “Honey, have you not been watching what’s going on with Linden Corp?” Todd asks. “It’s been looping on CNN since noon.”

  “I know the CFO died and there was a lot of concern over data security because he was allegedly having an affair.”

  “Affair? Girl, the cat is out of the bag. Bryce’s right-hand man wasn’t just having an affair. This man married to a fervent Christian high-society girl with tripl
ets in tow was having a hot, steamy and hardcore affair with Jayden Whitfield. As in multi-Olympic gold medal-winner in downhill skiing man Jayden Whitfield.”

  “What? What are you talking about, Todd?” I can’t believe what Todd has just revealed.

  “Amanda, Bryce’s CFO was a fifty-four-year old closeted gay man who was having a long-term flaming affair with Olympic skier Jayden Whitfield. Jayden is thirty years Derek’s junior and from Jayden’s account, the affair has been going on for over five years and they were passionately in love.”

  I’m in shock. I had followed some of the earlier news, but I had tuned out after a while because I figured Derek was just another guy going through a midlife crisis and seeking a boost to his ego by having an affair with a pretty young thing.

  “The kicker is that Jayden revealed that under the sheets and in the throes of passion, Derek might have revealed some sensitive data that affects many prominent and very rich clients of the Linden Corporation.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Jayden has leaked a few outrageous sexts between him and Derek and it’s clear that Bryce’s CFO was on the down-low and enjoyed a young man’s cock far more than his wife’s pussy.”

  “Todd!”

  “Listen, words like cock and pussy are your bread and butter. Don’t you ever forget it. I will say that even I found some of the messages very risqué and I’ve been known to have some hot sexting with men, but the fact that this guy was in his mid-fifties, married with three-year-old triplets and talked this way to his gay lover is surreal. So many men who are still in the closet end up ruining so many lives by keeping the other part of their sex life a secret from the women they’re sleeping with.”

  “This is a nightmare,” I reply, still in a state of shock.

  “Honey, this is more than a nightmare. Bryce has some serious damage control to do to save face and save his multi-billion-dollar corporation. Data leaking when sensitive data is the core of what you do as the leader in the Internet security business is not good.”

  “Oh my God. Poor Bryce. No wonder he’s been out of touch.” I finally understand why he hasn’t been calling or texting. “This is a major blow to his company.”