The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Finnegan 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"What do you mean you found nothing?"

The PI’s voice came through my phone speaker. "Sir, I’m so sorry, I’ve had eyes on Mrs Wolfe for three weeks but I haven’t been able to find any proof that she is cheating."

Who in the fucking scamville had I hired to be my PI? Just this morning while I was leaving the house, Victoria had driven in and there was a bloody hickey on her neck when she had walked past me flashing me a knowing smile.

She was cheating. She knew that I knew and she felt no shame about it. How the hell had he not found out who she was with?

"I don’t want an apology." I kept my voice even. "I want an explanation."

"Sir, she’s been incredibly careful. I’ve followed every lead but-"

"She came home this morning with a hickey on her neck. If she didn’t meet a man last night, am I to assume a bear gave that to her?"

Simons made a choking noise on the other end before muttering. "I’ll investigate that, sir,"

"Do your job," I spat in fury. "Or I’ll find someone who will."

With a swipe I ended the call, my entire body buzzing with the urge to throw something. Dammit, this was all too messy. Maybe because I hadn’t had a good night’s rest.

Aphrodite had worn me out last night at the club. When I had arrived home she was all I could think about, dream about.

There was a tiny urge, a tiny bloody itch to ask Henry to find out who she is so I could see her on other days aside Sanctuary club opening days, but wouldn’t that be a breach of privacy? Besides, I was only buying time until I could find Red... right?

And it was good sex. I’d let it slide for now.

That did not explain why a dream of my assistant laughing under the rain, drenched until I could see every single bit of her plump milky tits, woke me this morning.

A bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. Maybe I didn’t get as much satisfaction last night? Or I was too delirious with pleasure and that had caused me to be fucking delusional.

My empire came into view and my eyes narrowed at the main entrance railings. They were streaked with fingerprints, dust and grime sitting on them.

That should have been cleaned over the weekend.

Myles wouldn’t do this again, would he?

"Good morning, Boss,"

"Good morning, Mr Wolfe,"

I gave my employees vague nods, noting the roughly cleaned surfaces as I made my way to the top floor. Myles Johnson had one job on the weekends and he couldn’t fucking handle it.

The elevator opened on the executive floor and a noise reached my ears.

"...It appears I have taken some further courses in the blowjob category. Would you like to hear the reviews? From what I hear, I’m doing well..."

I took in the scene, my new Head of PR, Miss Duke on her feet, batting her eyes at me, a man I recognized from the upcoming launch model list standing too close to my assistant and my assistant... my blazing blue eyed assistant.

Fuck.

All I could see was that evening at Lewis Estate. The blood red sequin dress and choker resting daintily on her pale soft neck. I had almost buried my face in that soft skin right before the bathroom and my stomach curled tighter at the thought.

She was my employee dammit. And what the hell was she saying about blowjobs? A mental image of her doing exactly that, her lips wrapped around a cock- my cock had my jaw gritting hard against each other.

I cleared up the theatrics and moved into my office before I did something embarrassing like sporting a boner before my assistant. Through the glass I watched her handle it, standing beside my desk and running one finger along the surface.

It was dusty. A muscle ticked in my neck. I didn’t pay Myles to neglect his duty. The doors to my office pushed open and my assistant strutted in.

"I apologize for the delay, Mr Wolfe-"

"It must never happen again," I grunted, without looking up.

I shouldn’t look up. I didn’t want to see how tightly she had her black hair in a pony tail because all I’d think about then was grabbing it, weaving around my fist while she choked on my cock.

Would you like to hear the reviews?

Her white pumps clicked into view then disappeared as she moved to the coffee station. "Of course. I’ll make your coffee and then get your itinerary for the day,"

Don’t look up, Finnegan.

Too fucking late.

I did. She had her back turned to me, a silver top framing her lovely body, tucked into a matching silver skirt that molded her wide hips and ended in ruffles just under her ass.

She turned to bring the coffee to my desk and I stiffened when my eyes caught the dried brown spill marks on the coffee machine panel.

No, hell to the fuck no.

"Get Myles Johnson up here."

She paused in her tracks looking confused.

"Myles Johnson? The cleaner?"

"No, the gingerbread man," I snapped.

Her brows furrowed but she pressed her lips together, dropped the coffee mug on my desk and strutted out to make the call.

Myles Johnson arrived ten long ass minutes later. He was in his fifties, all red eyed and his uniform was clean at least. I didn’t need anyone telling me what he had spent his time doing instead of doing what he was paid $1k to do monthly!

"Boss, I can explain-"

"I’m sure you can. You’re fired,"

His brows shut up as he sputtered. "Mr Wolfe, sir, I’m so sorry, please, I can explain."

"Leave Myles. If ensuring the cleaning of my company is too much, I’d be happy to relieve you of that burden,"

"Mr Wolfe." My assistant interrupted, her pretty blue eyes fixed on me as she walked into the office. "Can he at least explain himself?"

"Excuse me? Mind your business,"

"Please sir." Myles stepped forward, hands clasped. "One more chance. I’ll come in on weekends. I’ll do better, I swear,"

Her voice was sharper now, a furious look morphing on her face. Her eyes blazed and I wanted to see it burn some more. "You’re firing him for not cleaning to your standards?"

"If you care so much about him," I hissed through my teeth, finally turning to look at her fully, "Myles can give you his uniform. I’m sure you can make the entire company spotless, yes?"

Her face went through several things in rapid succession. Shock, disbelief, then piping hot anger. "What the hell is-"

"Leave, Mr Johnson,"

Myles hobbled out of my office weeping but I could hardly care less. My assistant on the other hand could hardly care more if she could.

She stalked towards me, her chest rising and falling too quickly. Her tits heaved against that ridiculous neckline. The urge to grab that neckline and rip it clean off just to see if those eyes could burn any hotter was a very unwelcome thought.

"What the hell is wrong with you? How could you...he has a family!"

"He should have thought about that and done his job then," I snapped. I should move from where I was, move behind my desk. But the distance between us rapidly reduced and I wanted her closer.

Even closer.

Another step closer and her jasmine scent wrapped around me. She stopped just before me, hissing.

"Oh boohoo, not everyone can be a fucking perfectionist like you. A man with a family just lost his job because of a mistake? He could have done with a warming-"

I barked a dry, harsh laugh. "Does my company look like a preschool to you? A warning? No, all it takes is one mistake and an empire crumbles."

"Oh my god, you’re so fucking full of yourself. Such an asshole. How’s he supposed to feed his family-"

My hand reached to wrap around her wrist. Blue eyes widened and in one smooth motion, I pushed her over the desk, pinning her down on it. She squealed, her palms hitting the surface, her short skirt riding up as her ass tipped into the air.

"Asshole?" I hissed, my hand found the hem of her skirt and yanked it up.

"I’ll show you a fucking asshole."

That was it. I had lost the finally shred of my self control