Business: Phoenix #1 (6 page)

Casey

I don’t know what possesses me but the next morning I
agree to go to the hotel gym with Matt.

I would much rather burn calories off another way.

I pull on one of my new Victoria’s Secret sports bras
which push my girls up, I look in the mirror and admire my cleavage before
pulling on my blue vest top and black three quarter yoga pants.

I tie the laces of my trainers and throw my hair up into a
ponytail.

Matt looks so good in his sportswear, red shorts and a
black vest.

I can’t help but run my eyes down the back of his body as
he walks in front of me to the gym.

His tousled dark hair, broad shoulders and bulging biceps,
toned legs with visible muscles, the man looks like a God.

The gym is busier than expected – the majority being men
and two women who are sitting on the bikes having a chat, both of their faces
tarted up with makeup. 

The woman closer to us, has short blonde hair, spots Matt
first and turns to look at her friend, she says something and then they both
turn their eyes on him.

I roll my eyes and step on a treadmill facing away from
the woman still admiring Matt. The wall is covered in a large mirror so I can
secretly watch them.

I set the treadmill to a fast walking pace, plug my
earphones into my phone and select my running playlist off ‘
Nickelback –
Something in Your Mouth’
starts to fill my ears.

Matt steps on the treadmill beside me and also starts
walking a fast pace – a few speeds higher than me.

I look at him in the mirror and flash him a quick smile
which is returned instantly before upping my speed – two speeds higher than
him.

I can’t hear but I can see him laugh and shake his head in
the mirror. He sets his speed higher so he starts to run and I do the same.
Once I have completed my twenty minute run I slow down to a slow walk. My heart
beat racing, temperature high. I watch Matt who is still running, his eyes
watching me in the mirror; the back of his neck is damp from his workout.

I stop the treadmill and make my way over to the water
fountain, noticing the two Barbie dolls have moved on to the cross trainers, I
set myself off on the bike and continue like this for ten minutes.

Matt eventually stops the treadmill and goes over to the
paper towel dispenser, tears a piece off and wipes his forehead and the back of
his neck, his chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes scan the room before
settling on mine, a smile curling up at the side of his lips.

The bike is in the perfect position for me to watch him on
the different weight machines – watching his muscles flex as he works them
hard.

Another ten minutes pass and I move on to the rowing
machine before making my way back to the water fountain. I glance in the mirror
to see my cheeks have flushed and hair heavy with sweat.

“Is he your boyfriend?” I see the short haired Barbie
beside me.

“Nope, he’s my…” What is he? I ponder for the right answer
for a while before settling with “Friend.”

“Oh, that’s good. Look, I don’t want to sound rude love,
but please could you ask him if I could have his number?”

“Why
don’t you ask him yourself?” I smile before walking away to a free yoga mat and
start doing leg curls.

~~~~~

After
showering I change into a pair of jeans and a white vest top. My hair still wet
I make my way down the spiral staircase and sit beside Matt on the couch. I
pull my legs up beside me and turn to face him.

"I ordered room service - breakfast should be here
shortly." He smiles, tugging me into his arms, my face resting on his
chest.

"I have had the most perfect few days with you
Matt." I turn my face up to look at him.

"I have too." He kisses my forehead.

"You had a little fan group going on in the gym
today."  I point out.

"The two blonde girls? I wish I knew, they were
hot!" He jokes and I give him a playful hit to the chest.

"Yeah the blonde girls, one of them came and asked if
I would ask you if she could I have your number." I sigh.

"And the answer would have been no." He
reassures me.

I place a soft kiss on his lips and he accepts the
invitation.

He pulls my legs up so I am sitting on his lap, both of
his arms around me, I place my hand on his cheek. Our kiss soft and passionate.

I bite his bottom lip and he growls.

"I don't know what I am going to do with myself when
you go home." I say softly against his lips.

"I don't know either but whatever you decide I want
pictures and videos." He jokes.

Our breakfast arrives; he ordered us both an English
breakfast, coffee and fresh juices.

"Doesn't this defeat the object of our gym session
this morning?" I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Not at all." He smirks.

"I'm pretty sure the calories we burnt off earlier we
are just about to eat double that amount, Matthew." I tell him.

"Oh no, sweetheart, that's where you’re all wrong.
First of all, the reason I wanted us to go to the gym was so I could see your
ass in some work out pants, very nice by the way." He says in that sexy
arrogant voice of his. "And secondly, we will burn all of the calories,
and more off later."

My mouth drops open.

"Yeah, we will be doing that too." He smirks.

And I don't object.

Matt

I kept my cell switched off today. I planned on spending
every possible moment I could with Casey.

The woman amazes me. She's strong, confident and sexy.

Seeing her today in those work out pants made me want her right
there and then.

She admitted that when I leave she doesn't know what she
will do with herself. I feel the same way too.

I've spent the majority of the time over here with her.
The first couple days I hadn't even met her so they were wasted.

I watch as she makes her way to the bathroom and decide I
can't keep my cell switched off much longer.

I stand and make my way over to the table where my iPhone
is and switch it on. Leaning against the table I scroll through text messages
and the anger inside me fires up again as I see messages from Jess.

He has your eyes.

He is so sweet, you’ll love him.

You can ignore me, but please don’t punish him.

He’s innocent.

Without thinking I throw my phone as hard as I can. I
close my eyes and put my head in my hands. What the fuck am I going to do? If
the child is mine, she has got me trapped.

My parents are old fashioned when it comes to things like
that - they will expect me to marry her and I cannot bear to imagine spending an
hour with her, much less the rest of my life.  I fucked her and now she’s
fucking me.  Fucking irony. 

When I look up I see Casey standing in front of me, a
concerned look on her face.

"If you want to talk-" She starts and I stride
toward her closing the distance between us. I need to relieve this tension. I
need Casey.

I put my hand on the small of her back and pull her
against me. When our bodies touch I instantly feel better.

"What's wrong?" She asks, her big blue eyes
looking up at me.

"Shhhh….Don't speak."

I feel her body tense and I fuse our mouths together.

She kisses me back without reservation. I cup her ass with
my hand and lift her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my
neck and I let momentum carry us to the bedroom. My dick is hard by the time I
get her to the mattress.

I open my zipper and pull my jeans and boxers down as she
slides her jeans and panties off.

I bend her legs and push them back. Between her legs I see
she is ready for me so it takes me almost no effort for my cock to slide into
her. I shove Jess out of my mind and focus on how tight and wet she is.

She moans at the penetration and I pick up my pace.
Slamming into her harder and deeper, rough, but I need this release and she
doesn’t protest.  She’s pulling me closer, encouraging me, wanting me.

"Christ, Matt!" She cries out as her pussy
tightens around me. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks so beautiful looking
up at me.

Her hands fist the sheets as she comes around my cock.

The feeling of her pussy milking my cock gives me the
release I need.

Casey

We set off early in the morning to arrive back in
Newcastle at lunch. I decided to get dropped off at the office, Matt decides to
head back to his hotel to catch up with his team but we arrange to meet later
with our lawyers to sign the agreement for our companies to merge. I kiss him
goodbye and make my way to my office.

There’s a big expensive box of flowers with a mixture of
pinks, purples and white waiting for me, there is a card attached that says
"With Love. X"

I'm just about to text Matt to say thanks when a text from
him flashes up.

Miss you already

I take a deep breath; I've never been the best at goodbyes
but tomorrow is going to be awful. I sit down in my chair and boot my computer up;
I send a quick text back.

You too x

As per, there is a stupid amount of new emails. I filter
through them, forwarding them to the right members of my team to deal with -
Hannah, Stephen, Michelle and some CVs to HR.

I spot four emails from the mysterious sender.

You slut, I saw you with the dark haired man.

I am coming for you. Be wet for me. ;-)

You dirty slut you don't know the man and you are
fucking him. When I am finished with you, you’ll be NOTHING.

Did you enjoy London? I want to enjoy you. ;-)

What a creep. I delete each one. I notice my phone has
voicemails. One off my mother saying she hasn't heard from me and asks me to
call as soon as I can. One off a drunken Hannah telling me she loves and misses
me, two from HR asking me to contact them on my return and two which is just
heavy breathing.

Hannah comes barging in the room; I stand to greet her and
she gives me a big hug. "Oh girl, how I have missed you! Let me look at
you!" She starts pulling at my face; I'm not sure what she's searching for
or if she finds it. "You're glowing!"

"I'm what?" I laugh. Oh how I have missed my
crazy best friend.

She looks at the flowers on my desk. "Did he buy you
flowers? That man has got taste, in flowers and women!"

We catch up for about half an hour, I tell her all about
London, him treating me in Victoria's secret, our perfect date to the Zoo and
the London eye. Hannah listens to everything intently absorbing every little
bit of information I give her.

"He’s perfect Han - I'm really going to miss him when
he goes." I whine.

"I know, just think of it as a holiday romance."
She smiles.

"Maybe, I just don't want a fling."

Hannah's eyes widen. "He must be something special if
you’re coming round to the thought of a relationship."

"He really is something." I tout.

"Oh William called by to see you yesterday. I told him
you were busy in meetings all day and couldn't see you. He asked me to get you
to call but I'm not." She screws her nose up as she speaks about him. At
least I'm not the only person who feels that way about him, I was starting to
think it was just me being cruel.

The afternoon goes by quickly. I update Stephen on my
plans to merge with the Jackson brothers and he approves of my decision and
reassures me that I have made a good decision.

Hannah contacts our company Lawyers, Faye and Rob, and
asks them to be here for 4pm.

I
call down and have a catch up with Julie. I tell her about my trip and all
about Matt. She updates me on her home life and we hug.

~~~~~

The signing doesn't take too long, my legal team discusses
the agreement with Matt's lawyers and everything is straight forward. Once the
paperwork is done Matt and I shake hands to seal the deal. I would prefer
another method to seal the deal, but that would be unprofessional in a room
full of
our employees.

Hannah leaves to go and draft an email and letter to send
all employees to inform them about the merge.

Our teams all leave one by one and then there were two
left. Matt and I, we stare at each other for a while.

"Case, my plane leaves early tomorrow and I have to
pack - so I'm afraid this is goodbye." Sadness showing in his beautiful
brown eyes.

I nod my head to confirm I can hear what he is saying, I
just don't know what to say to him. So I reach up and lightly kiss him on the
lips before standing back and looking at him.

His eyes close momentarily and then he looks straight at
me waiting for me to make the next move.

"I'll miss you, Matthew." I offer.

"I'll miss you too, Casey." He smiles. "Are
you sure you can't come?"

I shake my head, "Sorry. Not yet anyway, but I will
definitely come at some point. We have emails and phones. Make sure you keep in
contact." I playfully hit his bicep and offer a shy smile.

"Oh I will - Don't you worry about that
darling."  He mirrors my smile.

The usual butterflies he gives me have now been replaced
with a deep ache.

I try to blink back the tears that are threatening and
look up at him. Admiring him for what will be the last time for I don't know
how long.

He puts his left hand to my face and runs his thumb across
my cheek. He looks at me closely before his right hand sits on the small of my
back, pulling me to him and holding me in place.

He brings his face to mine and we kiss, tasting each other
for one last time. Appreciating each other, the kiss lasts a few moments before
his hand falls to his side and I reach for his hand and squeeze it.

"We will see each other soon. Don't worry sweetheart."
He says softly, his jaw firm.

I nod. "Oh, I forgot - thanks for the flowers."
I kiss his cheek.

He looks baffled. "Is that a hint of some sort,
Case?"

His reply confuses me. "The flowers on my desk
weren't from you?"

He shakes his head “I don't have a clue what you’re
talking about."

If they weren't from Matt who could they be from? Oh....William...
that creep.

"I must have a secret admirer" I laugh dryly and
wait for his reaction.

"Well make sure you let them know you're taken."
He says in his
authoritative
tone as he stands straight, confidently. He tightens that sexy jaw of his
"I don't share Casey."

"I'm taken? Why is that?" My words are less than
whispers.

"Why do you think?" He asks, cocking his head to
the side.

I bite my lip, "I don't know... All I know is that...
I really, truly care....for you.."

He kisses me again, fiercely, marking his territory, taking
what is his.

When we break away, he looks happy but I can still see
sadness in his eyes, the same sadness I know is showing in mine.

"Goodbye, my beautiful girl. I'll call you when I
land." He kisses my cheek and turns to walk away. When he gets to the door
he turns to look at me one last time, straightens his tie and walks out the
door, away from me.

 I want to reach out and stop him but I can't.

And then he’s gone.