Ch 25 - Confrontation
1044 Words
The next day, Emily sat in her car and decided to pay her father a visit at his office. Her father had left home and was living God knows where, while he sent his wife the divorce papers.
Emily shook her head realizing how disgusting of a man her father was. Instead of being grateful for the wonderful wife he had, he was constantly cheating on her. And now he was divorcing her.
She quickly dialed her private investigator’s number and asked him to send her the pictures he had collected over the course of surveillance.
When the car stopped outside her father’s office, Emily quickly got out, carrying the divorce papers in one of her hands. She strode inside and, without waiting for permission, she barged inside his office.
To her surprise, her father, Gerard was working on his laptop. He looked up at her in surprise.
“Emily? What are you doing here?” He asked and she threw the divorce papers at his desk.
“You want divorce. Why?” She asked.
“You know why,” he said and lifted an eyebrow.
“No, I don’t understand. You were freely cheating without a care in the world. Mom knew everything yet she kept quiet. Then why?” Emily snapped at him. “You know what? It’s actually better. I am glad it’s happening because my mother deserves a much better life than a life with you.”
“Really? What have I not given her?” Gerard asked condescendingly.
Emily chuckled sarcastically and looked away. “Loyalty. Faithfulness.”
He had the audacity to laugh in her face. “You value these things too much, Emily. No man can remain faithful to one woman. They always grow tired.”
“No, not every man is like you, Dad… I am ashamed to call you my Dad. I never wish to meet a man like you,” she said. With that said, she picked up the divorce papers and left without another word to him.
Watching him degrade his innocent wife was infuriating. What did he think of himself? She couldn’t believe she was his daughter. Feeling disgusted with herself and her father, she weeped quietly in the front seat of her car. Punching the steering wheel, she cursed fate for playing like that.
Her mother never deserved any of that. She deserved better, far better than what was given to her. Maybe that’s why it was all happening. She just wished it was all for the best and everything worked out in the end.
Wiping her tears, Emily drove to Oliver’s office. She needed to explain to him. He had been calling her all night but she had avoided his calls and only sent him a text that she would see him the next day. He had refused and wanted to visit her but she had promised to visit him to explain everything to him.
She dreaded facing him because she didn’t know what he would think of her after finding out about her father. What would he think of her family?
She parked in the parking lot and got out, heading for the elevator. Upon reaching the desired floor, she got out and went straight to Oliver’s office.
Emily knocked twice and heard him say, “Come in.”
She entered quietly and when he lifted his head from his phone, he was surprised to see her but a smile formed on his face.
“Emily, good morning,” he said and went around his desk to greet her.
When he got closer, he saw the smudged eyeliner, and got concerned. “What happened?”
Emily let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair. When she looked up at him, she forgot her worries for a second. This was the man of her dreams and no matter how troubled she was, being in his arms would always make her forget everything. So she did what she could.
She pulled him down by his tie and took his mouth for a kiss. Oliver was surprised but didn’t resist her and took her in his arms, securing her close.
Slowly, her hands proceeded to run over his back and through his hair, disheveling them completely while Oliver squeezed her hips. Emily felt his arousal evident against her pelvis and she quickly unbuckled his pants while trying to unzip her skirt as well.
Getting rid of his coat, Oliver pulled his pants down and her skirt as well, getting rid of both. He peppered kisses down her throat and towards her breasts. He kneaded them while Emily moaned.
Gently, he picked her up and set her on his table while he positioned himself in the correct position. Taking her mouth in a hard kiss, he entered her and began to make love to her.
The office was filled with moans and groans until they reached their climax and stayed in each other’s arms, satisfied in the frenzy of their lovemaking.
They looked into each other’s eyes while panting, and Emily kissed him again.
“I can take the day off for you,” Oliver suggested, while Emily shook her head and chuckled.
“As much as I want you to, I wouldn’t let you. We can meet after work and, besides, people will start to suspect, so it’s better that you continue your day,” Emily said, and Oliver pressed his lips in a thin line.
“f**k people, who cares? I wish I could start my day like this every day,” he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and Emily blushed.
“I can be your personal assistant, dedicated to catering to your special needs…sexual needs,” Emily said seductively, and felt him getting hard again. He kissed her neck again and Emily chuckled.
“I would love that,” Oliver replied to her suggestion.
“You’re insatiable,” she said, shaking her head.
‘I am, for you,” he said, looking into her eyes, and Emily wished she could capture that moment right there with his eyes boring into hers and telling her all sorts of things while her heart thundered against her chest. But she knew it would pass. Nothing stayed. Nothing.
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