Chapter 5 – She is just everywhere I go
Aaron Sanders
POV
I sat in my office the entire day and waited for my assistant to leave before I got up, scared she would see my hard-on honestly it would have been embarrassing and would raise way too many issues.
I do not know what it is about her that I find it hard to control myself. Yes she's hot but there are millions of other hot girls out there why am I attracted to the one that is off limits?
I realized I could never go there; I saw it in her eyes when she handed me files. Her eyes looked dead, there was no emotion in them, as though she was not human. She smiles and speaks but her eyes say something else, I knew then and there to stay away. I needed a relationship with some who could love me, could open up to me and I could be there for. You could see she has a world of walls up, way too many walls up for my liking. I could never be with her. Not in this lifetime or the next.
I got home got into the shower and fisted myself off to the image of her. I loved they way her legs looked in those heels. I have always had a thing for legs, nothing tells you how much a woman takes care of herself that her shoes and legs, shaven legs mean she put an effort in, clean shoes, or even designer like Miss Hudson’s.
I cannot get the image of her eyes out of my head, they looked familiar, but they had life in them the last time I saw them. However, I cannot remember where I saw them. The harder I try to remember the harder it is for me to.
I grab a tight tee and a pair of shorts; I grab socks and my running Nikes.
Maybe if I take a jog around Madison Square Garden, I will calm my nerves and stop thinking about my assistant being n***d.
I made my way out of my ridiculously large penthouse apartment, I only lived in the five-story apartment because it was a graduation gift from my father, he bought it the day he died. I would never sell it or leave it to anyone, it was mine and the only thing I have left of my father, my mother sold the rest of his things. My sister wore his ring around her neck.
I put the radio on to listen to the news. I liked listening to the radio it helped me focus and keep up with what is happening around me. My runs were my only free time I had other than Sunday’s, which was dedicated for my mother and sister, the only two women in my life.
I listened to the news broadcaster go on and on about a new celebrity dating this celebrity and who broke up with who. Did I tune into the wrong channel?
My phone rings, stopping the t*****e. I answer right away “Sanders?” I answer
“Honey it’s me…” My mother’s voice comes through on the other side of the phone
“Mom?” I say I stop jogging. I look around me people going on with their lives everyone rushing home to their families.
“How are you?” she asks
“I’m good mom. How are you and Mckenna?” I ask my mother
“We’re good, she is excited about starting school. You know she thinks she should stay with you because she’ll be attending Saint Andrews in the fall, and I think it’s a promising idea.” My mother says
“Mom” I sigh. Kenna living with me was a bad idea. I was never home, the place was suffocating and reminds me of all the things I have done wrong in the last, my mother and Kenna stayed just outside New York, about three hours away from saint Andrews. I understand why staying with me would be much better. I really do. “I don’t think it's a promising idea.” I speak
“Aaron, we stay too far away for her to drive up and down daily. Honestly, we do not have much of a choice, she has to stay with you.” She speaks
“Can we talk about this on Sunday?” I ask with a sigh
“Sure, I love you Aaron” she says
“Love you too, Bye mom” I say before hanging up.
I take out my headphones and place them in my pocket. I take out my phone. I checked the time. Damn it is almost six, I need to pick up Benson, or Benny as I call him. Benny was a white Maltese; he went to doggie daycare because I cannot be there to watch him during the day, and he needs love. He was a gift from Kenna, four years ago, she did not want me to be alone. Or lonely. He does help with the lonely part.
I google what time do they close. I need to make sure I get him before they close, they will charge me the overnight fee.
I do not know what happens because I smack right into someone. As I look up from my phone the person speaks.
“I’m so sorry” My sassy assistant says as she removes her Bluetooth earphones.
“Miss Hudson” I nod. she has not looked up yet
Her head snaps up when she heard my voice. She must not be happy to see me because she smiles but it is fake. “Mr. Sanders” she greets
I pretend not to notice; it was her business, and I do not need drama in my life. So, I change the subject “You run?” I ask her
She nods “How else would I look this good?” she asks gesturing to her body.
I chuckle lightly. Of course, she would go there. At least her smile was not fake this time. “I guess you’re right.” I say with a shrug. I came on a run to forget her not to run into her.
“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” she says placing her hand on her hip. She had the perfect body, she was not super thin, and she was not fat either, she had curves in all the right places and this yoga pants are not hiding anything.
I shake my head and chuckle lightly. She was fishing. She was into me. God if I did not want more than what she was willing to give and if she were not my assistant, I would definitely make her mine. “No girlfriend Miss Hudson.” I speak
She lets out a gasp “Oh really? I don’t believe you.” She says shaking her head playfully.
Her hair flows from side to side. Her hair was tied into a ponytail. All I wanted to do was run my hands through her hair.
“Why would you not believe me? I really don’t have a girlfriend…” I ask
“Well because look at you. How do you explain looking the way you do and not have a girlfriend?” she says
I could not help but laugh throwing my head back. “You’re funny.” I say through laughing
I expect something sassy from her when her phone rings. My first though was a boyfriend, “Sorry” she apologizes.
“Hello?” she says stepping away from me. I am barely listening to her; all I could think about was if her boyfriend were calling her or if it was family. I tried going through her employee files, but I noticed there was a lot of empty spaces when it came to asking her about her family history.
“Oh, has something happened to Layla?” I hear her ask
Who is Layla? Does she had a kid; she said no dependents when she applied for the job. She could have lied on her application form; a lot of people do. I own a magazine company called THE ORIGNALS, it is like Glamour a Cosmopolitan only difference is they are more popular than my company or my dad’s company. He started the company years ago.
“Of course, I’ll be right there.” She speaks. Then she faces me all of a sudden
“I’m so sorry I got to go, something happened to my dog” she says to me.
I nod in understanding. “Of course, see you at work” I say
She nods rushing off, I stay rooted to my stop, I ignore the relief that washed over me as she explained Layla being her dog and not her child. I should not be catching feelings. I was weird. I know this girl less than I day, yet she affects me more than just mentally.
My phone rings, I stop looking at her retreating figure. I ignore how the sight of her a*s made my libido stand to action. He was not ever going to taste that. That is for sure.
“Sanders” I answer the phone
“Good evening Mr. Sanders there’s been an incident at the daycare, I need you to come in” the owner of the doggie daycare says
“What happened to Benson?” I ask him
“Nothing major however I do need you to come and collect Benson and go through the incident report with you.” He speaks
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten” I say
“Of course, Mr. Sanders.” He says and I hang up.
I loved how close to the dog daycare was to my home. I loved walking to fetch him, the walks always calmed me down.
I walk with a purpose; I did not know the full story, so I needed to get there as soon as possible. I get to the daycare, and I push the door open, the bell at the door rings out through the place. I see two people up front. The woman behind the counter looks at me immediately I knew the look in her eyes, I have seen it countless times before. She was not me.
“My dog Benson” I say walking up to the counter.
The woman in front of the counter and turns to me, Amelia Hudson?
“Please tell me your dog is …” she says snapping her two fingers together as though they were scissors.
I look at her in horror, how could I ever snip, snip him? why would I steal his manhood from him. that is crazy, a cold shiver runs through my body.
My hands instinctively go to cover my manhood “No why would I take his manhood away?” I ask her
“Sir your dog, he mated with hers” The girl behind the counter tries to say
“If my dog is pregnant, you’re paying child support!” She cuts the poor girl off shouting at me.
I nod, in fear of making her madder.
She glares at me, and if looks could kill I would be dead one thousand times over.
A man brought the dogs through, Benny tries to mate with her dog again.
“No!” she shouts suddenly, she rushes forward, she picks up her dog before my boy could get his happy ending, he looks at me disappointed that she wasn’t available, I know boy, I feel the same way, I wish I could just slip into my sexy assistant to get her out of my system.
She glares at me one more time before she is out of the daycare. I try to stop myself from breaking out into a fit of laughter. My dog obviously likes her dog, boy I want her owner. We have a way of picking woman who are way out of our league.
It took a half an hour to got through the incident report and Benson got himself banned from doggie daycare. My dog obviously got his personality from me, I did not give a s**t about school until I was done and had to take care of my family and the business. When my friends were making spring break plans, I had to sit back and read up on running this company. I was not going to let all my father’s work go up in smoke.
Thinking about the way she reacted, it was unexpected, and I loved seeing her love the way she looks.