More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (27 page)

“Okay, I’ll give them a call right after I check in with Lee.”

“Okay, see you in a few,” I say and put down my phone.”

I lock my desk and grab the files that I want to take on my trip. I pick up my bags and head for the door when my cell rings. I look at the name and number.

“Ms. Grant.”

“Ms. Grant, this Tim at the front desk.”

“Yes, what can I do for you?”

“I’m really sorry to bother you. I know you must be getting ready to leave, but there is a woman who’s insisting she see you.”

“Who?”

“A Mrs. Ryan. She says she’s Mr. Ryan’s wife.”

“Soon to be ex-wife.”

“Good... sorry, I meant...”

I laugh. “Don’t sweat it Tim.”

“Should I send her up?”

How many guards are on duty tonight?”

“At the front desk there are three of us.”

“Good. Sent her up but I’d like to have her escorted by you.”

“Oh...Okay. I’ll be right up.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, boss.”

I look up and Kevin is standing at my door.

“She has something she wants to say to me, and I have something I’d like to tell her.”

He sighs. “Okay, but I’ll need to check her for weapons, and I want to tape your conversation.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Kevin.”

A few minutes later Tim reaches my office with Mia in tow.

Kevin stops her at my door. “Mrs. Ryan, I need to search you and your purse.”

She laughs and it’s the same laugh I heard years ago when Lane and I where swimming “high” at the Ryan estate. Like a cat caught in a car engine.

“I think this is a little overkill,” she says.

Kevin ignores her. When he’s done, he escorts her into my office. I don’t bother to get up from behind my desk. He shows her where to sit and walks over and stands at the door.

Mia looks over at him.

“I would like to talk to you in private.”

I smile. “I bet you would, but it’s not going to happen.”

She huffs. “Fine.”

“What do you want, Mia?”

“Wow, you just cut to the chase don’t you?”

I look at my watch. “Mia, I’m due to leave in ten minutes so...”

“Look at you, behind your big desk, acting like the big CEO.”

I roll my eyes. “Mia, I don’t have to act like a CEO because I am a CEO.”

Kevin clears his throat.

I smile.

“Whatever,” she says.

I sit back in my chair waiting for her to begin.

“I’m sure you heard what went down today,” she says.

“If you’re talking about your meeting with Jaxson, then yes, I know.”

She looks around the office. I think she’s looking for hidden cameras. But that’s why they’re called hidden. You can’t see them.

“I came to warn you.”

“Warn me?”

“Yes. Jaxson is mine, and I don’t care how much money or power you might have, he’ll never be yours. I told you once before that he always comes back to me, and I’m telling you again.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is. Alexia, I don’t want to see any harm come to you or to your sons, but you must understand that I have to protect what’s mine. Jaxson belongs with his daughter and me. He loves us. We are his family. He’s just confused by all of this,” she says, while waving her arms about.

“I think you’re the one that’s confused, Mia.”

She laughs again and I cringe. It’s worse than one hundred nails running down a blackboard.

“You’re funny, Ms. Grant, funny, but naive. You have no idea of who you are dealing with. And you have no idea of the lengths I will go to to get what I want.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“I’m not threatening you, I’m telling you the way it is. So you either step aside like a good girl, or...”

“Or what?”

“Well, I’d hate to have to say it. I think you can figure that out. There will be no more warnings.”

“I’m disappointed, Mia. I was hoping your lover would have me pulled over by a state trooper so we could have a little chat.”

She coughs and turns a little green.

“What’s wrong, Mia? You don’t look so good. What would all of your country club friends say when they find out you’ve been fucking your godfather?”

“You...you’re out of your mind.”

“I don’t think so. I’m not the one that got pregnant by my godfather.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No I’m not. Martinson had a sister and a brother that died from an inherent heart disorder called Long QT syndrome. It’s the same heart condition that your first baby had.”

“I...you...you’re insane,” she stammers.

“I hope for Jaxson’s sake that the baby you’re carrying isn’t born with the same condition. Jaxson is a good man and will do anything for his children. You’ve been taking advantage of this, and it’s going to stop.”

“Or what? What are you going to do, Ms. CEO?”

“I think the first thing I’ll do is join your country club. In fact, I think your friend, Carla Helms... she’s the head of gossip at the club, is she not? I think I’ll donate to some of her beloved causes, and I bet we’ll be best friends after that. Then we’ll have a little chat about you and your almost incestuous relationship with your godfather. She’ll find this very interesting because her best friends’ name is Maria Coletti Martinson. Then I’m sure she’ll introduce me to Mrs. Martinson, and we’ll have a very interesting conversation. Or, maybe, I’ll just go right to the top and meet with Carlo Coletti. I hear your godfather isn’t exactly his favorite person.”

“Oh, my dear Alexia. Go right ahead and talk to Mr. Coletti. He knows all about you.”

“Does he now? I don’t think Carlo Coletti knows much about me at all, but his uncle Frankie Coletti...I think he’s heard of me.”

I watch as all the confidence drains from her body.

“I’m thinking that Carlo wouldn’t take too kindly to you waving his name around like you’re his BFF.”

She stands. “You think you’re so smart and know everything, but you don’t. And you’ve seriously misjudged me, and the power I have. Give Jaxson up, or you’ll pay the price.”

She storms out and Tim meets her at the elevators.

“Holy hell...that was...interesting,” Kevin says.

“Yes, it was.”

What’s Worse Than a Woman Scorned?

Alexia

It’s Friday and I’ve had a long week in London. I was able to solve our problems with the Sheffield plant and things should progress without Sam having to worry if workers will show up. It seems that Sam never told the project managers who they were dealing with. She wanted to earn their respect without waving around her name. I get it, that was me a few years ago, but now I don’t care. Well, that’s not completely true, I do care. I just see things from a different perspective. I’m now the CEO, and I’m the one that’s ultimately responsible, and the longer they delay our project, the more money it will cost Grant. And the more money it cost Grant, the less I can invest in Grant’s future.

It’s been a week since Mia stormed into my office and spouted threats. I decided not to tell anyone but Lee what when down. I didn’t want to alarm Jaxson right before I was about to leave on a weeklong trip. I wanted to have some time to think about what Mia said and what my next move was going to be. I fired my gun and I know I hit a nerve, maybe even an artery. The question is what are we going to do about it?

I spoke to Lee just before I left London and he told me that the FBI agreed to step up Mia’s surveillance but refused to add additional agents on Martinson or Frankie, fearing that they’ll be tipped off. Lee thinks that the FBI is being naïve in believing that they don’t already know that they are under investigation. He also said that Gram had been asking him for updates and he’s filled her in. She e-mailed me and told me that she called my PA and made an appointment on Monday morning so we could all sit down and decide what our next move is going to be.

I’m fucking tired and I just want this entire situation to be over with. While I was in London I had dinner a couple of times with Calvin. Now don’t get all bent. We are friends, good friends. I needed someone to talk to about all this shit, someone that’s not directly involved, someone that could give me a different perspective.

Calvin pointed out something that I hadn’t really thought about. He mentioned that Martinson must really be in love with Mia because he’s putting himself at great risk to be with her. I took a moment to think about this and thought that maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s the thrill of the forbidden. And what’s the attraction for Mia? Is it love, is it the forbidden? Martinson isn’t the most attractive man and he’s nearly twenty-five years her senior. And for hell, he’s her godfather, her late father’s best friend. In the end I decided that it doesn’t really matter what they do together or what I think. I’ll I want is for my man not to have to worry about his daughter.

Talking to Calvin helped, but there was tension between us that hadn’t been there before. Words were never spoken, but it was clear to me that he thought my relationship with Jaxson was...wrong, that Jaxson had too much baggage.

For the first time I felt like he was pressing me to rethink my relationship with Jaxson and reconsider a relationship with him. Needless to say, I left London feeling like I was about to lose a friend.

* * *

I glide into bed, (a kid-free bed) and spoon my man. My pregnant belly makes it hard to press and rub certain body parts against his fine ass, but I make do. I lean in and press my nose against the back of his neck. His long hair tickles my nose. He was going to cut his hair, but I asked him not to. Okay, it was more of a challenging threat. If you cut your hair, then I’ll cut mine. Yeah, I play dirty. My man loves to wrap my long locks around his hand and tug on it as he enters me from behind. I think it’s some kind of primal mating thing for him. Me...man. Ugh. I fuck woman. Ugh. I pull woman hair. Ugh.

His hair isn’t long enough for me to wrap it around my hand but it’s long enough for me to tug on. Ugh. Very few men can pull off longer hair without looking like a sixty-year old Deadhead, or Fabio. But my man can. God, how he can.

He rolls onto his back. “Babe,” he says and rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“Hey.

“What time is it?”

“Just after eleven.”

“Why so late.”

“No tail wind.”

He turns to his side and faces me. “Missed you—did you miss me?”

“You have no idea, Mr. Ryan.”

“I think I do, Ms. Grant.”

“Did you check in on the boys?”

“Of course. They’re fast asleep.”

I run a hand down his solid chest then over his rock-hard cock.

“You did miss me.”

“Like crazy.”

I rub up and down his length. He moans and then pulls away so he can take off his boxers.

“Much better. Now you.”

He helps me pull off my tee and (his) boxers. I have this thing for his boxers. They are so soft and fit comfortably over my belly. But he’s not too happy about it. Just wait...on the count of three—one, two, three.

“I know you love my boxers, babe, but you’re stretching the hell out of them. Why don’t you wear the new ones that I got you?”

“Because they’re new.”

“And...”

“And nothing. I don’t like them if they haven’t been worn a few times. So wear them a few times and then I’ll wear them.”

“You drive me crazy.”

“Okay.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“Okay. Whatever.”

He gives me, “The Brow.”

I just smile and he rolls on top of me.

He cups my breast then runs his thumb over the nipple. I bite my lip. It hurts so good. If he brings it to his mouth and sucks, I’ll come. No way, you say. Have you forgotten that I came when he smiled at me from across a table?

“If you plan of sucking on that nipple, put your big, fat cock inside me first.”

He moans. “Holy hell. I love it when you talk dirty. Say it again, just like you did. And please, none of your Bangkok accent.”

“But me so hohhny! Me love you longtime.”

“You offend every Asian woman with that pathetic accent.”

“Me so sahree.”

“I’ll make you a deal. You learn how to shoot Ping-Pong balls from your vagina and you can talk dirty in any language or accents you want.”

“I wonder if there is a class for that? I’ll bet you Jules would know.”

“I wouldn’t place a bet on that. I’m sure she does.”

“Okay, no more Bangkok accent. I’ll just bang cock.”

“Now that’s music to my ears and cock.”

“Voglio il tuo grosso grasso gallo di me.” (I want your big fat cock in me.)

“God, yes! Say that again.”

“Voglio sentirlo gonfiarsi dentro di me.” (I want to feel you swell inside me.)

“Holy hell.”

“J’ai besoin de vous sentir venir à l’intréieur de moi.” (I need to feel you come inside me.)

He enters me. “Fuck me, you feel so good. Tell me how much you want me.”

“Plus que je peux dire dans n’importe quelle langue.” (More than I can say in any language.)

“I’m going to make you come so hard, baby.”

“Il vaut mieux.” (You better.)

He rocks in me and puts his lips to my sensitive nipple and sucks.

“Oh mon Dieu, oui vous etes. J’arrive.” (Oh my God, yes you are. I’m coming.)

“I love you, babe. You are my everything.”

“Je t’aime Jaxson et j’ai besoin de vous plus que j’ai besoin de mon prochain souffle.” (I love you Jaxson, and need you more than I need my next breath.)

“Holy hell, that’s hot. All I have to do is put my cock inside you and you come.”

“All you have to do is look at me.”

He chuckles. “I knew it. You came during lunch the other day.”

I smile. “Yes, I did.”

He pulls out of me. He then turns me so my back is to his front. He lifts my leg slightly and glides back in.

This is my second-favorite lovemaking position. I have no idea what it’s called. I call it the ass-to-penis position. Not to be confused with the penis-to-asshole position. Kama Sutra calls ass fucking the “lower congress” position. So we’ll call my second-favorite position the “not-so-lower congress.”
FYI, congress means fucking. I’m sure you figured that one out, but just in case.