His Temptation

Realization hits

Chapter 14

Realization hits

I had been driving to work slowly, holding every speed limit. Usually, I don't; I drive like I am late for an emergency. Today is different, but I don't know what makes today different from every other day. At long last, I pull into my parking spot; it has a sign that says: Milestone Media, CEO Mr. Matthews. I sit in my parked car, looking at the sign and longing for my Mrs Matthews. What the hell am I thinking? Yes, it might be high time to admit to myself. I want my wife; I am not married, but I know who I need more than my next breath. How did this happen? When did it happen? The dreams I had all night didn't help; they fueled my craving even more. She might not know, but I will do whatever I must to have her. Angel is mine!

As I thought that, I saw her walking over the parking slots behind my car in the distance with Kyle. My son's secretary. I always liked Kyle; he is a good man and kind to everyone. I have seen how protective he is of her. My eyes wandered, and I noticed he was holding her hand. In my chest, I feel a sting and jealousy burning in my heart. Seeing them laughing and holding hands as they walk, my envy burns. I watched intently in the mirror until they were out of sight; only moments passed before I got an eye full of my Angel. She's walking toward the elevator in the parking garage.

I leave the car and lock it, and it beeps as I do. I walk behind them, but they don't take notice of me. It's painful walking two yards behind my Angel; how can I not have my eyes glued on her luscious ass? It was hard to get my hot, fixed stare away from it. My eye diverted as someone spoke to me, and I had to look away.

"Good morning, Mr. Matthews," a chipper and shrill voice uttered.

I looked in the direction of the ear-piercing words, and I saw a smiling Mrs. Ferguson.

Shit! I try to avoid her as much as possible; she's married and has been on the prowl for a new lover for some time. I know she has her eyes on me. Her husband has been with the same lover for a long time; they don't want a divorce, so they have lovers. Even before meeting my new secretary, I had no interest in mixing business with pleasure; I never thought it was a good idea. But now, I still don't think it's a good idea, but I can't live without my Angelica. In a sterner tone than I meant, I replied,

"Morning, Mrs. Ferguson."

I saw on her face I didn't answer as upbeat as she would have hoped. I didn't want to say more than I had to, as I was contemplating if I should say anything more. We walked through the of entrance doors to get to the elevator. Mrs. Ferguson opened her mouth to say something, but my eyes were again glued to the elevator. I decided to take it before Mrs.Ferguson or anyone else could stop me. I saw Mrs. Ferguson stop to say Good Morning to some employees. I pushed the button to the floor of my office, and with a moment's notice, I was on my floor. I went into my office and left my briefcase. I need coffee! I just got here, but I need to go to the coffee shop to get an espresso to deal with this day. I enter the elevator and see the button for the entrance floor pushed; I am alone in the elevator, so someone at the entrance wants to go up. There's usually a crowd in the morning, even though there are three elevators. The doors open, and there is Angelica and Kyle. f**k! She's even more delicious up close; I smile smugly. Oh hell, I must look creepy. The sweet voice of Angelica cuts off my train of thought, and she calls me Nathan; Dear Jesus, my damn cook gets stiff as a board from her words; what would her lips do to me? I almost forget to respond; all I can muster is the first thing that gets into my mind. "I like it very much when you call me Nathan. I want you always to call me that."

I had no fight in me to exit the elevator when I saw this divine woman enter; I wanted and needed coffee. I'm now on my way to my floor yet again. It would be embarrassing if someone saw me. The elevator stops at the floor below the one I have my office. The doors open, and there is my son. Something is up; I can see it in his body language; he looks ashamed. I turn and look at Angelica; I don't see her too well. Kyle is trying to be a protective brother to her. What I see makes me furious; the frightened look she gets when she sees Dom is painful to see. I clenched my fists; I was so angry. I understand well what has happened. I know my son too well.

I feel like a grumpy old man, and the anger in my gaze can't be misread; Dom knows what I want. We swiftly exit and leave Kyle and Angelica behind us. I stomp towards my office, not looking to see if my son is behind me. I know he would follow because the conversation can't be in front of my employees.

Anger takes over; I know what he has done. I need him to say it with words. It breaks my heart to see Angelica's sweet face contort into hurt. I lean against my desk and, for a moment. I'm silent to calm myself. When I finally spoke, I wasn't calm; Damn! It feels like he betrayed me. Of course, he didn't, but it hurts as if he did. She is mine, mine to love and protect. God, when did I fall in love with her?

I don't care who he f***s or how many. This is messed up. I have warned him one day; it will bite his ass. That damn Sarah is only trouble, and Dom knows I warned him.

Then he says what we both know: if I had the chance, I'd f**k Angelica ruthlessly; you'd bet your ass, and I would and cherish her forever and never let her go. I was so angry by now I can't recall moments later what I said, but whatever the words were, I saw he took it to heart and felt ashamed. I watched him leave my office.

I sat in my office chair and closed my eyes as I leaned back. Angelica's face was on my mind. There is no point in fighting against this; I love her dearly. I hate the fact; my son had his filthy hands on her and not to talk about his d**k in her. Angel will soon feel how good I can make her feel. My 8 inches cook will fill her cunt perfectly with a snug fit. I was ferociously jerking and holding my cook tight to imagine it was her precious cunt doing its best to fit me. My damn son is smaller than me, but in no way small. It makes me wonder briefly if it was a tight fit. I love to see her lips wrapped around my cook.

"f**k, yeah, Angel, take it all like a good girl."

I was jerking with no mercy and came over my hand and pants.

Perfectly, I have a bathroom connected to my office and some spare clothes. I am in the shower, thinking about how I will now proceed to get my Angel where I want her to be. When I do, she will need clothes after our naughty lovemaking. I need to know the size of her clothes and buy some to fill the closet in my bathroom. I will also need to get some other things for my bathroom that are for my love as well.

Now, I need to plan how to win her heart and all of her. She won't be a woman I will f**k and forget. Angelica will be mine to love and protect forever. I never imagined falling in love again after the hurt and pain my ex-wife put me through. Not only do I love Angelica, I can't imagine a future without her in it. She's eighteen years younger; I should care, but I don't. I love her and want her to be mine. f**k!, I will even marry her if she lets me. Another f*****g promise went to hell; I promised I would never love a woman again or marry. I will probably break both of those. Then again, I never imagined a woman like Angelica.

I walk out of the bathroom, all handsome, if I may say so. I find my Angel sitting in a chair waiting for me; I wonder why. I sit in my office chair and look into her beautiful blue-gray eyes; they are mesmerizing. It doesn't matter how much or little time has passed since I met her; I can read her like a book. Her face is sad; I know she is feeling angry and used like a blanket you throw away when you are done with it. She is my precious diamond; I will never use her and throw her away.