Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Even now, I was enough of a prick to deny her a date with someone else despite the fact that I was engaged. That would never change. I would never be okay seeing her with another man. Ever. And yet, she would have to live with the knowledge that each night I left her bed to return to the house I shared with another woman. She would have to live with seeing my photo in the newspapers with Catherine on my arm, not her.
She would have to accept the consequences of a baby if we continued to fuck without protection. I would of course financially support the child but even if I openly claimed them, they would still be a bastard.
I had just put this beautiful creature that I admired so much in a lose-lose situation.
I zipped up my pants while she straightened her shirt and skirt and grabbed her purse before I led her downstairs.
After sending one of the police officers upstairs to guard her apartment until I got her door fixed, we got into the car without saying a word.
Flipping through my contacts, I sent a quick text to my maintenance man and instructed him to replace the door immediately. When we arrived at the apartment I had set her up in, I made sure she went in and was safe.
And then I did the worst thing a man could do after sex.
Without a single word.
I left.
CHAPTER 25
HARRISON
I went back to my empty penthouse and got fucking drunk.
I had pulled all-nighters before, but it was always for a case, never a woman. Though, I had never met a woman like Edwina Carmichael.
After three sleepless nights capped off with half a bottle of whiskey that Luc had gifted me some time ago, I was nursing a pretty intense hangover.
And still didn’t have the solution to how I could keep Eddie without ruining her life.
There was only one thing to do.
I would present my case to Edwina.
We would establish professional and personal boundaries.
I would lay out everything, what I wanted from her professionally and personally. It was paramount I make it perfectly clear she could reject my proposal, but if she rejected it then changed her mind later—that would be it.
She would be mine.
No more excuses or hesitations.
No more dilemma over work, or even the reality of my loveless marriage.
Mine.
The more I considered my options, the more I liked the things we could do once those boundaries were set. The spanking and the rough fuck over my desk were reckless and couldn’t happen again. But they could happen over the weekend in my home office.
I liked the idea of her working in the nude. Pacing back and forth in front of me, reading case law while I watched her full, perky tits shake with each step.
Or better yet, while I dealt with tedious weekend calls that seemed to last for hours, she could be on her knees, keeping my cock warm with her sweet lips.
Of course, I would pay her for her work on the weekends from my personal account, not taxpayer funds. Just because I was resolved to pay for her future law school degree as well as her apartment and all other expenses, didn’t mean she shouldn’t be paid for her work.
If she allowed it, it would be the perfect arrangement.
“Mr. Astrid, good morning.”
A surprisingly chipper and absolutely annoying voice greeted me at the elevator.
“Hi, I am Gretchen. I will be your paralegal. I know your secretary is out, so I took the liberty of getting your coffee. The last girl didn’t give me the key to the desk, she said I had to get it from you so I could start work?”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” I asked, walking to my office, in desperate need of aspirin and for the annoying, chipper bird squawking at my side to fly off.
“I’m Gretchen, your new paralegal.”
“No.” I slammed my office door in the girl’s face, before grabbing my phone and calling over to Mrs. Lakeson.
“Good morning, Mr. Astrid. Can I help you with something?”
“Put Edwina back on my desk. Now.”
“She came in this morning saying that it was best if you two didn’t work together. She said something about an incident with your fiancée. I hadn’t heard you were engaged. Congratulations.”
“I don’t care what happened between Edwina and Catherine,” I barked. I think her name was Catherine, who could remember. “I want her back on my desk.”
“Mr. Astrid, we have plenty of other paralegals…”
“That I am sure the others will be fine with, but send Edwina to my desk now, or I will fire the squeaky toy currently on my desk and every other paralegal you send to me until she’s the only one left. She will be assigned back to my desk in the next fifteen minutes or else.”