The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Abigail

"Mistress?"

I arched a brow at the total stranger standing before me, wondering if I had gotten tossed back to the ninety sixties, because who the hell even used the word Mistress anymore?

Or even had a curly mustache, I thought, eyeing the blonde curling mustache sitting above his lips.

"Yes, if you would come with me," He extended his hand forward, gesturing at the parking lot.

"Uh, no? Stranger danger, my Meemaw drummed that enough into me. If your Mistress would like to meet me, she might as well approach me herself,"

Was this some kind of ploy that Alicia was up to? Was she trying to set me up? Ah, crap now she turned me into some paranoid bitch.

There was no way I would follow some weird looking man into a car park filled with cars. No one would notice him knocking me out and carting my dead body off to some river.

"I assure you, I mean no ill will- "

"Not interested, Mister," I waved dismissively at him. "Now if you’ll excuse me- or don’t, I don’t care either way- I have important things to do,"

He opened his mouth to speak but the sound of a phone vibrating cut him off. He reached into his pocket to pick the call while I turned to leave swiftly because I sure as hell did not want to meet anyone’s mistress.

When I got back to the office, Finnegan had a meeting with his lawyers discussing what to do about Alicia and suing Carlton Gayle. Drake was going to catch some of the smoke too apparently because the evidence showed he was Alicia’s accomplice.

Served them both right. Drake liked hosting orgies, didn’t he?

He could host one in prison too. I’d bet his inmates would be all too willing to help him improve his dick-sucking skills.

An evil chuckle left my lips at the thought. Oh, I couldn’t wait to tell Annette about this. Maybe we would even attend the trial, with popcorn because there would be noting more cinematic than seeing the look on Drake and his blondie’s face.

Finnegan insisted that I got my ass home and truthfully, my head hurt slightly from Drake’s smack earlier. That asshole, I was definitely going to get my revenge, one form or another.

Were we seriously not going to talk about last night at all though?

Asides from a few heated glances that he had thrown my way, it was hard to tell that last night he had been balls deep in my pussy. I wasn’t even sure how to behave, especially since every time I looked at him all I could see was the look on his face when he asked if I had seen his package.

I shouldn’t be wanting for anything g to happen between us. Every time we kissed, every time we touched, his hands on me, his mouth, his cock, he was bound to find out it was me.

Finnegan Wolfe was smart. The only reason he hadn’t figured it out yet was probably because he didn’t have a reason to. He ever would have guessed that the woman on the plane and Aphrodite at the club were the same as me.

Hell, I had even gone as far as changing my hair color and so many things just so he wouldn’t know it was me because I had been afraid, he wouldn’t touch me anymore.

Now he touched me. And I was afraid of something else entirely-him finding out that I had been deceiving him.

That I had lied to him.

I trudged out of the company an hour later after settling the trip to Boston tomorrow. He had gone earlier.

How was I supposed to stay away from him when we had to be together for the next three days at freaking Boston? Maybe I could just come clean?

Out of the question. He didn’t just fire Alicia and terminate Drake’s contract with Wolfe, Finnegan had them arrested. I would be lucky if he just fired me alone when he found out the truth. My fingers shook as I tried to unlock my car when I heard footsteps behind me. The curly mustache man was back.

"You don’t give up do you?" I groaned, shifting on my heels to face him fully.

"My mistress must speak with you," He replied in that same annoying monotone voice that irritated the shit out of me.

"You and you mistress can go- "

"I didn’t realize my son’s assistant had such a potty mouth,"

Gina Wolfe stepped out from behind the curly-mustacho, her cold green eyes glittering with mild amusement. Her grey hair was pulled into a tight bun and she had a grey gown and blazer on.

She was the mistress? Hilarious What need was there to be all mysterious?

"Mrs. Wolfe," I pulled on the fakest smile I could muster, my lips pulling into a line for her, "What a pleasant surprise,"

"You can drop the act," She sniffed, raising her nose in the air in that familiar snobbish attitude of hers.

"I would, but my folks taught me to be polite to old women,"

Her eyes flashed in anger at the insult. "Watch your tongue, young lady,"

"I apologize, was there something you needed?"

I had never exchanged more than a sentence or two with this woman but the blatant disregard for her son was strong enough to make my blood curdle every time I saw her.

Why the fuck was she seeking me out?

Deep down, I knew it would never be good.

But let me hear her out, shall I?

She took a few steps forward, then stopped eyeing the space between us like I was going to transform into an alien and she wanted to be safe just in case.

Hilarious, if anyone between us looked more like an alien, it was her and her robotic boyfriend... or butler, whatever the hell he was.

"I have an urgent task for you," She held out a phone to me. My browns furrowed when I saw the six-figure amount winking back at me."All you need to do is what I say and you get this transferred to you immediately."