The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Okay, Abby, think, think,"

I muttered against my palm, staring at the envelope on the desk, my insides curling and twisting with dread.

God, there was no time! He would be here anytime soon, and he would see the things in the document and know it was me. It was ME all along.

"No, no, no," I whispered, walking away from my desk, dragging a hand down my face.

This was a good thing, right?

It meant I didn’t have to hide anymore, and I could move past all that.

Right, and then he would go on to find out I was Aphrodite too, and how exactly would that turn out for me?

He fired Tyler over a little lie. What would he do when he found out that for the four months I had been working for him, I knew who he was, and we’d been fucking like rabbits?

When he found out I had purposely worn contacts and dyed my hair so he wouldn’t know who I was, and he could...Meemaw was sick!

I couldn’t get fired. As if that wasn’t worse, getting fired from a big company like Wolfe Corp after mere four months of working there? Nobody in the Bronx would want to employ me!

My feet pressed against the rough carpet as I paced up and down the lobby.

Finnegan Wolfe was not Mr. Morgan. He would ruin me. Getting fired from his company had to be a career death sentence, especially when you considered I had been fired from Morgan’s company as well.

Tears burned the corner of my eyes, my fingers trembled, and getting another job would take months.

Annette was right. Annette was right, I should have never been involved with him. What would I even say? How would I defend myself, or should I just grovel and beg?

You do not lie to me.

The clock was ticking and with each sound, my heartbeat raced. I had lied to him, I deceived him.

Not once, Jesus, would he rip me to shreds.

I glanced over my shoulders at the papers, and my picture on the desk, and another shuddering chill swept down my spine, a thought crossing my mind.

What if...What if he never got the package?

Oh my god, I couldn’t seriously be considering this. No, no. I stalked back to the desk and arranged the documents back into the envelope with shaky hands.

The last to slip in was the picture of me. If he could find this, he would definitely find out I was Aphrodite. If he got this package, my career in New York was over. Completely over.

How would I take care of Meemaw? Gramps had his medications too. Losing another job this year was going to wreck me.

I shoved the picture in the envelope, picked it up, my fingers leaving nail marks into the hard brown cover as I staggered forward towards his office.

He had to find out at some point, right? I would beg, kneel if I had to. I was a good assistant; I was damned good at my job.

Hell, when he found out what I had done to root out Alicia the mole, he wouldn’t fire me. I dropped the package on his desk and turned around to leave when another thought slammed into me.

Tyler had been good at his job, though. He had been working with Wolfe for three years and just got his ass handed to him over a fucking mirror.

My foot dug into the carpet as I stopped in my tracks. I kissed him, I sucked his dick, I baited and teased and fucked him. I... Oh, no amount of groveling could reach Wolfe. Nothing could.

He hated lies!

I tried to push forward, to ignore the fear eating at my gut. Whatever happened, happened, right?

I just had to come clean and... watch Meemaw grow even sicker because I couldn’t afford her medicine?

Gramps and Meemaw loved each other so damned much that once either of them fell sick, the other would follow. I could lose them both. I could lose it all.

My teeth ground together as I slowly turned, the envelope glaring at me, the walls whispering the same words Finn had said to me when he fired Tyler, right in this very office.

You do not lie to me.

The sound of an engine zooming in through the gates reached my ears faintly. It was way past eleven after all, and the building was silent.

"He’s here," My entire body seized up with fear. I had five minutes before those elevators ushered him in, and I got fired from my job.

You do not lie to me.

"I’m sorry," I whispered, running towards the desk and snatching the envelope off it. Tears streaked down my face as I rushed out of his office and shoved the envelope in my bag. "I’m so sorry, Finn. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I just need this job, I can’t..."

I stepped away from my bag, clamping a hand over my mouth to push the sobs back, fighting the tears.

The elevator dinged down the hallway, and I hurriedly wiped at my tears, fanning my hands over my face.

Get it together, get it together-

"Abigail?"

Oh god, I was falling apart.

I whipped to face the dashingly gorgeous man striding towards me. The lights on the floor were dimmer, causing shadows across his face.

His shirt flexed along with his muscles, pants hugging his powerful thighs as he stopped before me.

Damn him, I blinked rapidly, fighting the tears. Damn him to hell, I didn’t want to lie to him. I didn’t want to lose this job. I was caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea, and I couldn’t fucking swim to save my life.

"It’s way too late," he murmured in a low, husky voice, stopping before me, a little too close. "What was it you wanted to show me?"

"Uhm," My tongue darted out nervously to wet my lips. "About that,"

I turned around against my desk and bent over to retrieve the envelope containing the proof against Alicia and Drake, shoving my guilty conscience down to the bottom of the pit.

When I turned back, however, he had covered the gap between us. His cologne wafting into my nostrils and every inch of his hard body pressed against mine and when I saw the look in his eyes, my pussy melted into a puddle. I knew what was about to happen next.