Unwanted Fate (19 page)

“Um?” she says, confused.

“I forgot the condom. I have one in my shorts.”
Idiot
.

“Oh. Yeah, good call.” She smiles as I move off her and pick up my shorts off the floor, digging in the pockets for a condom, one of five I’d placed in there.

“Got it.”

I rip the package open with my teeth and roll the condom on before resuming my position. She is waiting for me, and I enter her in one fluid motion, filling her, stretching her, overwhelming her.

Thinking to myself, I don’t want this to be quick, but I don’t want it to last all night. I have plans that include her, and I pull out of her, languorously, and slam into her, causing a soft moan to pass over her lips. Making her come again will be fun as I fuck her into bliss.

A thin sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and I can feel her pleasure building, as mine is about to explode. I move my hand in between our bodies, finding the center of her desire, and massage it until she’s panting underneath me, about to come undone.

I remove my hand and she pouts a little, and I bite her lip, turning the bite into a deep kiss. Shorting my strokes into her, I pick up the pace as I put my hands under her ass, and she tenses—she’s on the edge of releasing. I can’t hold on much long, she’s milking me, making me want to come.

“Come, Emily. You know you want to,” I say, strained.

“I…I’m…” is all she can get out as I slam into her, coming as she comes on my cock. Her body’s trembling under me with a look of utter satisfaction on her face. She’s gasping for air, trying to catch her breath.

I pull out of her slowly, looking around for a trash can or something. I spot Kleenex on her nightstand and notice a trash can next to it, and I carefully get off the bed and make quick work of disposing of the condom. I return to the bed to lie next to her, caressing her body as she catches her breath from our passionate experience.

“I’ve never…” I kiss her, not wanting to hear about the others before me.

“Me too.” I’ve never had a connection like that to a woman, ever.

“Wow. I think I need a nap.” She says as she rolls over, grabbing a blanket on her bed and covers up. “You?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” I pull her into me, my sensitive cock stirs, but I will it down as I rest my head on a pillow that smells like Emily and I feel myself drifting to sleep.

T
hree long days since Patrick made love to me. Three days that I’ve wanted him to pound me like there’s no tomorrow. Monday and Tuesday, neither of us was off work in time to see each other before it got too late. Monday, I had a work emergency and had to go in after someone broke in, and yesterday, Patrick had a day trip to Vegas and I hadn’t talked to him since the plane landed there, but we had texted on and off until I fell asleep waiting for his call.

He was supposed to return to Reno last night, but I haven’t heard from him since eleven thirty last night. Since I have some comp hours from Monday, I’m taking off before lunch. I’m planning to surprise him at his office, but I had better call Kristin to see if he’s in today. I pick up my cell phone and dial the number that I saved as Patrick’s office.

“Patrick Matheson’s office, this is Kristin. How may I help you?”

“Hi, Kristin, it’s Emily. Is Patrick in today?”

“Hello, Ms. Janes. Yes, he is. I’d transfer you to him, but he’s in meetings at the moment and it would be voicemail.”

“Oh, good, I was worried. Will he be finished by noon?”

“I would think so.”

“Fantastic. I’ll come see him at lunch, don’t tell him though.”

“Your secret is safe with me. When you get downstairs, have security call me and we will get you up here.”

“Thank you so much, Kristin.”

“No worries, dear. See you in a bit.”

“Bye.”

I hang up the phone and smile, thinking that I can’t wait to kiss him and feel him close to me. My next client should be arriving in a few moments, so I try to focus on work instead of replaying Sunday afternoon in my mind.

“Come, Emily…”

I’ve never had anyone talk to me like that and made me hotter, turning me on hotter than I’ve ever been, and desire builds in my body. I find a piece of paper on my desk and fan myself with it, trying to cool myself down.

A knock at the door pulls me out of my lust for Patrick as I see my client waiting at the door for me. I stand up and show her in as I close the door behind her, and I hope work can refocus my attention.

“Hello, Ms. Orhe. How are you?”

“I’ve been better,” states the elderly woman. “I have my grandchildren living with me now. I need some assistance until the state gets their paperwork straightened out.”

“Okay, let me see what I can do. Do you have everyone’s birth certificate or documentation that they are living with you, income verification, and utility bills?”

“Yes, ma’am. I included all the paperwork I’ve received from the state too. That way you would know where they were in their process.”

“Thank you. That will be a big help.”

“Let me get this info entered into the computer and then I’ll have some questions for you, okay?”

“Yes, thank you.”

I look through the paperwork and the sixty-eight year old grandmother has custody of her eight grandchildren. Their parents are in various stages of the Nevada corrections system. She decided to adopt them instead of them having to deal with an unstable life with their parents if she just fostered them. She works full time as a pharmacy tech at a small drug store not too far away.

After inputting all her information and all the children’s, it’s evident that I would be able to offer her most of the services that we have here. She’ll receive food, clothing, assistance with her utilities, and afterschool care.

“I can offer you help with everything you need help with. Also, we have before and after school programs and a summer program too at no cost to you.”

Tears well in her eyes, she wipes them away, but more come and fall down her cheeks.

“Oh, bless you. I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to get help. Oh, God bless you,” she says over and over.

“You’re welcome, Ms. Ohre. Let’s go get you some food to take home. You can come twice a week for food, and if you see you’re running out, please call me.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.”

We walk to the pantry and I help her get enough food to last a few days. I make a mental note to call my friend at another pantry to get her on the list as well. This food won’t last too long with eight growing children.

I help her take the groceries to her older van and load them in for her.

“Thank you again, Ms. Janes. Bless you.”

“You’re welcome. See you in a few days, Ms. Ohre.”

She drives away, and I feel amazing that we were able to help someone make sure that children didn’t go hungry. I walk into my office and finish my notes with her case, but my throat dries out and I need a drink.

I head to the Coke machine and purchase a Coke, and as I return to my office, a florist walks in with a beautiful bouquet of creamy yellow and red lilies.

“Delivery for Emily Janes,” says the rushed driver.

“That’s me.”

“Sign here, please.” He hands me a clipboard and I sign. “Thank you, enjoy the flowers.”

“Thank you,” I say as I look for the card to figure out whom they are from.

I take them to my office, sitting down at my desk opening the tissue paper around them so I can see the entire bouquet. Even the vase is gorgeous. In the center of over two dozen blossoms is a white envelope that simple states
Emily
. I open the small flap, pulling out the heavy cream colored cardstock, and read the message.

Dearest Emily,

I’m sorry I haven’t called—phone mishap.

Please accept this as my attempt at an apology.

I’ll call as soon as I can.

P.H.M.

Dearest? Did he write this himself? Him referring to me as dearest is romantic and his handwriting, I am stunned as it puts mine to shame. I wonder when he did this? He would have had to do it early this morning to have them delivered before noon.

Noon! I was going to leave by noon. I hurry up and get my paperwork done, and turn off my computer. I leave the flowers on my desk so I can enjoy them, if I take them with me, they will wilt in the SUV when I go see Patrick. I grab my purse and briefcase from the drawer and head out the door, locking my office behind me, deciding that Mr. Matheson deserves a kiss, a long sensual kiss that leads to sex!

The drive to CUGC is a short one as it’s on the other side of the interstate a few blocks over. Traffic is moving at a good speed and I make up time. I pull into a garage next to the building and park as soon as I see an unreserved spot. I take my time walking to the front of the building, trying not to make myself a sweaty mess since it’s so hot outside.

When I get inside to the security desk, I tell them what Kristin told me, and security gave me a visitor’s badge and told me which elevator to use. I walk to the elevator, my heels clicking as I walk across the vast lobby. The lobby decor is old fashion mining equipment and mining pictures, showing the history of the company. I would love to know the history behind everything down here.

The elevator quickly arrives, once I’m in, I press the button for the eighteenth floor, and it slowly takes me up the eighteen flights. The doors open slowly and I get out, unsure in which direction to go. An older woman is walking toward me and I’ll ask her which direction I need to go.

“Hi—”

“Ms. Janes?”

“Yes?”

“Hello, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Kristin, Patrick’s assistant.”

“Oh, hi! Likewise. I was about to ask how to find you and here you are. Thank you so much.”

“No problem.”

“Is he out of his meeting?”

“He is. I’m sure he will be glad to see you,” she says as we walk down the hallway.

In the hallway hangs a picture similar to the ones downstairs showing a timeline of the comapany's accomplishments. The hallway opens up into an open area, beautifully decorated in gold and dark brown. There are pictures of several older gentlemen and then I see Patrick’s photo. They must be all of the CFOs of the company.

“Let me make sure he’s not on the phone or anything.”

“Okay, thank you.”

She walks over to her desk, picking up the phone and talks to him.

“He’s available; let me open the door for you.”

She walks over to the large wooden door, knocking, she opens the door, revealing Patrick holding a woman in his arms, hugging her.

“I…um… Sorry to interrupt,” I say as I back out of the office.

“Emily! Wait.”

I stop.

“Emily, I’d like you to meet my sister, Addison.”

Sister? Shit. I look at her again, and she favors Patrick. I feel like an idiot.

“I didn’t want to bother you two,” I say, trying to cover myself.

“You’re not. We were just talking about you before Kristin called. Addison was getting ready to leave.”