I’ve come to need it so much that it’s ruined me for all others. For the hundredth time, I wonder if people can see it on my face.
God, I shouldn’t have had so much coffee this morning. That, and I should have gone to his office. Why did I talk to Jordan? He’s ruined everything, and all I can do is sit in agony.
I can’t focus.
I can’t type.
Only half listening to him as he lectures, I squirm in my chair. This is absurd. I’m on edge, and what’s worse is that I seem to love it. Just breathe, Alex. What’s he gonna do that he hasn’t done already?
I lick my lips and gaze down at my computer, almost willing time to stop. Yet it doesn’t, and I jump in my chair at the sound of Jordan standing.
“You want me to go with you?” he asks, and I almost burst out laughing. As if that would go over well.
“No. I forgot I made an appointment to ask him a question this morning. It’ll only take a minute.” Lies, they flow so easily from my mouth these days.
My eyes shoot over to where he stands. A god instructing mere mortals, and unfortunately, most of them are women who hang on to his every word.
“Look at him, thinking he’s all th—”
“Jordan.” I cut him off as I stand. “I’ll see you around,” I snap.
My eyes focused on the skinny blond girl moving closer to him. She laughs at something he’s said. Visions of me grabbing her bleached roots and jerking her ten feet back fill my head as I walk up to him and wait.
“I hope that helps. If you have any more questions, stop by during office hours, Denise.” He smiles, grabbing his laptop and phone, then turns to me, blue eyes narrowing.
“Let’s go.” He doesn’t wait for me, just rudely walks, expecting me to follow. I take a breath; how bad would it be if I walked in the other direction?
Bad, something tells me. You don’t want to go head to head with Brett Powers. He gets off on it. And as much as I’d like to take my nails and scratch the blood out of his muscled back, I can’t. Who knows who’s watching? So I follow him and try to ignore my traitorous body that’s in constant need of relief. It’s like I’m on a treadmill and can’t get off, chasing something that’s a temporary fix because my heart needs more.
Could I be addicted to him? Everything that he is has become my fixation. But it’s just a Band-Aid because I’m not merely obsessed. I might’ve gone and done the stupidest thing alive and fallen in love with him, knowing full well I can’t ever have the happily ever after I crave.
Jesus, I’ve full-on gone to the dark side this morning. My stomach flutters.
He swings his office door open, bringing his cell to his ear to answer a call. “Yeah, that’s good. Bring it to my office, Connie. I’m working all day.”
Setting his laptop down, he rests his hip against the desk, his energy making my body temperature spike. His eyes travel up and down my body, and I sink my teeth into my lip so as not to fidget.
Who the fuck is Connie?
“Sounds good.” When he hangs up, he tosses his phone and stares at me, the room swirling with our energy. Mine desperate, his angry…
“Brett… I know you might be wondering… that is, the reason I didn’t come when you texted was I was talking to Jordan. Apparently, his dad is out to get you for not letting Jordan be on your team.” I vomit all that out so fast my eyes are watering.
“Huh.” He pushes off the desk and walks around to sit. A king on his throne—that’s what he reminds me of right now. A beautiful, exciting king deciding if he’s going to order to have my head chopped off.
“Come here, Alexandrea.” His voice is deep and controlling.
My heart drops. No, this might not be good. Still, I drag myself around to face him.
He swivels in his chair. “Do you have any idea how busy I am? What I have going on?”
My cheeks and chest are instantly warm. “Of course, I do,” I snap. “I’m busy also–”
“Really? Are you the brain around a multi-million-dollar project? Because if you are, then keep me waiting because you’re talking with fucking Jordan.”
“I was… only trying to be friends, and I did find out that his dad is spying on you…” My voice trails off, and his eyes turn darker. Great, I’m making this worse.
“Do you think I give a fuck about Jordan’s dad? David Staple is a fucking entitled prick like his whiny son,” he snarls, and again, when he says it like that, it does sound far-fetched. But that’s the beauty of Brett. He can twist anything.
“He is watching you. It’s not my fault you have so many enemies.” And as soon as I say it, I regret it.
He cocks his head and peers at me. “True. But if it wasn’t for you, my love, my enemies would have nothing, and I wouldn’t have to worry, would I?”
I blow out some air. He doesn’t play fair.
“I’ll go, Dean Powers. I wouldn’t want to be the cause of your downfall.”
I turn, but he stands, grabbing me as I struggle. This day has gone from me daydreaming about how wonderful my life is, to wanting to run and never come back.
“God, Jordan’s right. You are a dick,” I hiss as he grabs my arms. Our eyes lock, and suddenly, I’m shivering.
“Kneel.”
BRETT
“Kneel.”
My ears ring. I’m barely holding on to what little control I have left. Alex stands before me, panting, slowly shaking her head. A slight wheeze escapes her parted, berry lips.
“No?” My voice stays surprisingly calm, yet my hands tingle with the need to shake her, jerk her down by the hair, so I can shove my cock in her mouth and gag her into submission. I do not need this today.
“I’m not going to say it again, Alexandrea.” My hands tighten as she starts to pant.
“Is this all a game to you? People hate you, Brett. Do you even care? Did you even lock the door? Because we are going to get caught and—”
This time, I do shake her, and her head falls back.
“We’re gonna get caught by you screaming.” My mouth slams down on hers, and I unleash myself.
She gasps and tries to break away, but my hand snakes up to hold her still, my tongue thrusting in to twist with hers only to have her bite down on mine.
“The fuck?” I lift my face.
Her eyes widen as if she can’t believe she just did that. The metallic taste of copper confirms it. Slowly my lips spread into a smile.
“Brett…You forced me to. I needed your attention—”
“Oh, my love, you have it.”
All bets are off now. She just fucking upped the stakes, and I’m done. I shove her against the door. Her nails dig into the wood. Unzipping my jeans, I take out my cock.
“Lock it,” I demand.
Her eyes do battle with mine as her hand feels its way over to turn the bolt.
“Now, kneel,” I command, my own breathing turning harsh I’m so wound up. I swear to God, if she tests me… Blinking, she sinks to her knees, and if I wasn’t vibrating with rage, I’d fucking praise her.
As it is, I grab the back of her hair. “Breathe through your nose.” Holding my cock, I thrust her head onto it. She instantly gags, and I pull her head back to look at her. Saliva’s already dripping from her lips. “Who owns you?” I growl, impaling her mouth again.