Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (10 page)

MICHAEL

The next morning, we walked the dog briefly down Michigan Avenue then headed back inside to get ready for work. Paul promised to check in on the pooch while we were in the office, which eased Sarah’s mind.

The day started off good until I called Sarah into my office to take notes for a conference call I had in about five minutes. She had her coat over her clothes this morning, so I had no idea that she would be dressed like a vixen. From now on I needed to check her outfit before we left—the sneaky woman.

She came into my office wearing the sexiest skirt suit I’d ever seen. It hugged all her areas in all the right places. The blouse underneath is open just above the bra line. I started palming my cock and closing my eyes without realizing what I was doing.

“Miss Owen, you’re a naughty little secretary today. You’re dressed like you’re here to see your lover and not your boss.”

“Maybe I am,” she admitted shamelessly. Damn that woman was saucy as hell. I wanted her now.

“Really? Come over and show me what was on your agenda for your lover.”

She glided over and around my desk, running her fingers sensually on the surface. I was feeling accommodating, so I opened my thighs wide enough for her to fit in between them.

“The thing is, sir. I think my boss is really, really sexy, and I just have a hard time concentrating when I know he has needs that haven’t been met today.” She slipped a finger inside her mouth, closed her lips, and gently sucked it before popping it out. This woman, I swore, was a menace. Fuck, roll playing was sexier than I thought.

“Well… I want you to be able to concentrate. Can’t have my assistant not performing her duties, well. On your knees, unbutton my pants, and touch him. Now be quiet. I have a call to make.”

I dialed the number or at least tried to. It took three times before I finally got it right. Sarah had her mouth devouring my length, draining the blood from my head.

“Vitale, here,” I muttered, grateful that my voice didn’t crack as I gulp in air.

Thankfully the call was going to be a short one, and I was the last to jump on. She bobbed up and down, taking me deep in her throat. I’d one hand in her hair and the other holding the phone. Fuck, I tried to concentrate, but I was getting close so I thought it was best to mute my speaker and put the receiver down for one minute. I grabbed her hair hard as hell and fucked her mouth using my hips, lifting them off my chair.

“Swallow,” was all the warning she got as streams of come coat her throat. She licked me clean, then in a bold move sat back down on the opposite side of the desk. Acting as though she didn’t just give the best blowjob in the world, she picked up her pen and paper and started taking notes. Fucking woman was asking for it, but I was more than willing to give it to her.

The call lasted another ten minutes. The moment I hung up, I was around the desk, lifting her out of her chair and taking her to the sofa in the corner of my office.

“You have been a bad girl, Sarah. Now I for sure don’t want you working for anyone else.” I took off her panties and ate her out tenderly until she started riding my face. She pushed her pelvis into my face as she was getting closer. Her screams could be heard throughout the floor.

After making her come, I assumed the position behind her with my knees on the sofa, and entered her once more. I nailed her to the sofa with my massive stake. I wanted to take her on every surface I can. There was only a couple of locations I could check off my list, but then again, since I was just starting the list, this would be the only one that counted.

While we were cleaning up, she asked, “Is this going to be a habit?”

“I sure hope it is. I want to be inside you as often as possible.” We kissed some more and she returned to her desk.

“Sarah, did you finish…Who the fuck sent you flowers?” I walked out of my office, remembering I needed the Waterman report when I saw a large vase of roses on Sarah’s desk. Instantly my jealousy reared its ugly green head. I knew that I hadn’t sent her shit today. I had a fucking feeling who they were from, and I was hoping that I was right. I wanted to put a nail in his coffin. The courts couldn’t ignore his stalking.

“I don’t know. I came out of your office, and they were there.” Her hand was on her mouth. The same suspicion that was in my head was running through hers. The fear was visible from a mile away.

I read the card: I am sorry. I still love you.

What the hell? I knew exactly who they were from, so I called the security desk.

“Who brought up the flowers?” I asked, anger tinging my voice.

“I did, sir. They were dropped off about ten minutes ago.”

“You did. Who brought them to the building?”

“There was an unmarked delivery truck. They signed in with the company they were from.” I was livid right now. Okay, livid was an understatement. At the moment, I was feeling murderous.

“Please send up the video. I want to know who brought her these.” I wanted to bite someone’s head off. That bastard sent her flowers. He had a lot of fucking balls or had to be fucking stupid.

“Yes, sir,” he responded quickly. Kennedy was probably thinking I was going to kill the man that would dare send her something. He just might be right. They all knew about us, and my feelings were obvious considering I didn’t even let females come here to my offices.

“Michael, do you think it is from him?” she asked, clearly trying to find out what I was thinking.

“Yes, baby. We’ll talk to the police after I review the video.”

SARAH

We got the video cued up on Michael’s computer and all that could be seen was a delivery guy from Mad Messenger’s on State and Randolph. Michael called the company to find out who ordered the delivery.

“Sir, it was paid in cash, so no ID is required,” the clerk on the other end said.

“Do you have a surveillance system in your shop?” he asked the man.

“Sorry, it’s down.”

“Damn it,” Michael roared.

We hung up with the person from Mad Messenger after he told us the name of the client. We shook our heads because he used a fake name.  Michael called the detectives as I sat there stunned. I was trying not to let this get me down. I’d just been in heaven a moment before I got to my desk, now I was panicking.

“Detective Marshall here. How can I help you?” Michael placed the call on speakerphone so they could hear us both.

With his hands on his waist Michael growled out his response. “Detective, this is Michael Vitale and Sarah Owen. She just received a bouquet of roses with a card that said, ‘I am sorry. I still love you.’ I know they had to have come Andrews.”

I chimed in with a hint of panic still in my voice. “What are we supposed to do?”

They put the call on speaker phone so her and her partner could listen at the same time. We could hear one of the detectives take a deep breath on the other end of the line. I had a feeling that there was nothing they could do. “We have to wait until we have all the information before we can strategize a plan, but you can be extra vigilant to make sure that you do not go out without someone with you.”

“Sarah, do you have any other exes that would have a reason to be sorry?” the other detective asked.

“No, I haven’t seen any of my exes, except for Jason, in a very long time and definitely not any that would feel they should be sorry.”

“Well then, we’d want to see that video you have and the card you received. Do you know what floral place it came from?”

“No, there were no markings from any company and the delivery company said that it was sent by a Franklin Lloyd Right. Get this. The bastard spelled the name wrong. It had to have been him.”

“We will be there shortly. Does your office have surveillance outside the building? We could see if he is out there waiting for a reaction.”

“That is a great idea, detective. I will have the tape cued for the last hour.” We hung up and waited for them to show. Michael pulled me in his arms and kissed my forehead before tucking me into his chest.

“It’s going to be alright. I am not going to let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” I was really frightened for both of us. He could come after us at any time. We didn’t travel with tons of guards or anything, so he had opportunities to strike.

“Of course I do, Michael, but it seems like he has a few screws loose now. That can make Jason extremely dangerous.”

We held and kissed each other until we were interrupted by security. They called up informing us that the detectives had arrived, along with one of their techs to review the footage on Michael’s computer. When it was high profile victims and suspects, the police were all over it in a hurry.

They all looked at the video but found no footage of Jason anywhere. It was very frustrating for all of us, but I knew it hit Michael hard.

“Miss Owen, Mr. Vitale, I am sorry to say that right now there is nothing we can do. Without proof that he actually sent these to you, we can’t do anything.” I felt Michael’s hands tighten around my waist. He was about to lose his shit.

MICHAEL

“That’s bullshit. What were we supposed to do? Wait until he tries to attack her again.” I was beyond pissed. I didn’t like feeling helpless. My job was supposed to protect her and these people were no damn help.

“Calm down Mr. Vitale. Getting angry isn’t going to help.” I wanted to throw those detectives out of my office, but Sarah squeezed my hand. Her loving touch calmed me down.

“Have there been any other incidents that could have been him?” Detective Turner said, hoping to get some other sort of details or evidence to get Andrews.

“Well, the day David stopped by there was a call, and when I answered it, no one said anything and then hung up,” Sarah added.

“Who is David?” They asked simultaneously.

The detectives needed to rule out any other potential stalkers, so I got the reason for the questioning of any other man.

“He is my best friend.” I wanted them to know that looking into him would be a dead end.

“Okay, well, until he makes contact I’m sorry, but there is nothing more for us to do.”

“Thank you, officers.” I walked them to the elevators and asked the question that had been on my mind for a while. “What happens if the bastard tries to attack? Am I within my rights to end his ass?”

“Mr. Vitale, we can only say that if you are in your home self-defense is a plausible excuse, but we wouldn’t recommend taking the matters into your own hands.”

“I am not planning to attack him, but I will do anything and everything to protect Sarah.”

“We understand, sir, but please be careful, desperate people do crazy things.” They left with a warning to not be alone, either one of us because Jason may attack me, too. I’d end his ass if he came after me.

I returned to Sarah. “Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” She put her arms around my waist and her head on my chest.

“I am better with you around, but my love, we have some work to do for the day, and I think I would feel better if we actually got some work done so we can get ready for the benefit tonight.” I squeezed her tight then let her go. We got back to business at hand. There was a lot to do before the party.

We both had been working on our respective projects and managed to make the deadline. I stayed later in the office since it was not going to take me long to get ready, and I had a lot of shit to catch up on. Paul stayed with Sarah while she made a run to the salon and back to the condo to dress.

Thankfully nothing major happened when I left the office. I met with Paul and Sarah without any security at the house, against express orders of the police. It was a stupid move, but I didn’t want a band of protection around me. Sarah was a different matter. I wanted her fully protected.

I got dressed in the spare bedroom because I wanted to be surprised. Since I was ready before her, I waited for her in the living room. When she appeared, I was speechless. Sarah walked into the room with a long black dress that was strapless and looked as though it was painted on. Her curves were accentuated, and when she moved a slit climbed up her leg all the way to her hip. Fuck, I was going to jail tonight. I needed to warn Paul and David so they’d be ready with bail. Her dress was a silky material that shined as she sashayed over to me. I felt hypnotized by the beauty that was my Sarah.

“Amore, you look amazing, stunningly perfect,” I gulped down instant desire.

“Thank you, my deliciously handsome man.” Her hand ran up my chest inside of my suit. Damn her.

“I am going to have to fight them off with a stick.” I hoped to hell I wouldn’t have to get into a fight tonight, because I planned to rip that thing off when we get home. While I was staring at her breasts, I noticed she was wearing the necklace, good girl. Then I looked down at her wrist and there was the graduation present I gave her. She saw me staring at it and blushed.

“I am sure I will probably be going to jail tonight. If any man stares at my sexy woman, I am going to have to kill him. Or I am going to have to fuck you in a public place because I can’t resist you for so long. We won’t be staying long tonight. Promise?”

“Absolutely, Michael, I don’t want to go to jail for lewd acts in a public place.”

Paul drove us to the event in the town car. I didn’t need nor want the limo. We have plans to be in and out of the function as soon as possible and the less attention we drew to ourselves, the better. Plus, there was a lot more room in a limo, making it much easier to fuck each other. I didn’t want to chance fucking up her hair or dress by giving her a good pounding she deserved.

We intentionally arrived late and entered the gala with it in full swing. It seemed as though we were the last to enter, thank fuck. The luck wasn’t to last. No more than one minute after giving our coats to the coat attendant we were hounded by some of my business acquaintances. Immediately, I pointed out that Sarah was my girlfriend. I was proud to have her as mine, and I wanted every man in the room to know who she belonged to.

We had been speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson about our new puppy when Roderick Holmes joined us with his date, none other than Brandi.

“How wonderful it is to finally meet you, Miss Owen. I have heard many things about you.” Roderick Holmes stuck out his hand and took Sarah’s into his, kissing it with old world charm. I tried to keep my cool. The kiss to the hand wasn’t overtly sexual, but I didn’t like the look he gave her. I had to keep an eye on this arrogant, old fuck.

“Oh please, Rick, stop flirting with the little whore.” Everyone’s mouth opened wide. I turned red with anger and pulled Sarah close to me, wrapping my hand around her waist.

“Brandi, enough dear. She has had a bit too much to drink and is still wounded by Michael’s betrayal.” His words were meant to be a dig, but it didn’t work, one bit.

“I didn’t betray her. We were never a couple to begin with. So act civilized and leave Sarah out of your bitterness. Excuse us.” I looked at Sarah, “Amore, let’s go.” I started to lead the way to the drinks just to get away from Brandi, but I was halted when Sarah jerked me back and not of her own volition. Brandi had latched on to Sarah’s wrist. If I would ever like to pop a woman in the mouth, it would be her ass.

“Let go of me, you gold digging tramp,” Sarah growled her words at Brandi. That was my girl. I was proud as hell.

“You think you are something special, but you are nothing but an ugly, poor, dirty slut, and he only wants you because he hates your ex-boyfriend. He will come back to me. Men like him always do.” Holmes pulled her back and gave Sarah an apologetic look. I didn’t trust him for shit. He hated my success and would gladly try to ruin me. The way he was eyeing Sarah, financially wasn’t the way he was going to go. If he tried to separate us, I’d bury him.

“Sarah, baby, are you okay? I am sorry.” I checked her wrist to make sure that bitch hadn’t done any damage to my woman. It was red, but there was no evidence that a bruise would appear.

“Michael, don’t be sorry. That whore is delusional and drunk. She can’t help that you are the whole package. She wants it all, but got stuck with someone old enough to be her dad. I am just glad you are with me.”

“Thank you, baby. I love you.” We stopped at the bar and got our drinks. I introduced her to many people at the party. They liked Sarah. A lot of them commented on how smart it was to corner her to work for me so I could get her to be my girl. “You got me there. It took a lot of planning,” I joked when I really did what I could to get her to work for me.

We sat down at our table and tried to enjoy our thousand dollar plates of food, but Brandi sat not very far away and was shooting daggers at my woman. To piss me off, her fuck buddy was smiling at Sarah. We both focused on our dinner forgetting the scum across the way. The band started to play as the last of the tables were cleared of food.

Standing up, I leaned down toward my lovely lady and asked, “Do you want to dance?” I held my hand out for her as she rose in that barely-there gown.

“I would love to, my good sir.” I took her into my arms and twirled her around the dance floor, moving with love and desire in our eyes. Our movements were on display for all to see, including the very angry and vindictive bitch Brandi.