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Alex

Alex was in an excellent mood.

Today, he had done what he thought was impossible and secured the most lucrative deal for his company.

They still had to iron out the details, but that wasn’t a big deal. This contract was in the bag as far as he was concerned.

He’d been wooing the Morgan company for months, trying everything in his repertoire to convince them he was the right fit for them, and for months they sat on the fence unsure whether to take the leap.

After exhausting all his tricks, he was ready to throw in the towel until a conversation with Erica reignited the fire inside him.

“Your success has inflated your ego,” she had told him. “Yes, you’re making good money, and you’re growing as a company all the time. But you’re still a fledgling in the grand scheme of things. You expect these people to fall at your feet, thanking you for your service without giving them a reason to.”

“That’s unfair,” he’d replied, swirling his drink in the glass. “I’ve given them no reason not to trust me, and my work speaks for itself.”

“But you haven’t given them a reason to trust you either. Look, in a society where an unpopular opinion can destroy your career, people need to know how and why you have their back. Why are you different from any other PR company offering the same promises? Make your weaknesses your strength.”

She was right .

As soon as Alex arrived this morning, he had drafted an email to the CEO of the Morgan company and used Erica’s words to sell himself and his work.

Yes, he was a newcomer onto the scene and, yes, there were more established companies out there. But just as reputation was important to his client, it was equally important to him.

He was the perfect person to represent their company because they would grow together. They wouldn’t find someone more meticulous than him, because he couldn’t afford to be anything but exemplary.

They had replied within the hour, agreeing to one last meeting to see if they could work out a deal that benefited them both.

Grinning to himself, Alex leaned back in his chair, staring at the confirmation email. He’d fucking done it.

Erica had fucking done it!

Once again, she reminded him how valuable she was to his success. His good luck charm. Since the day they had met, she was his driving force, his reason to be better. He wanted to give her the entire world and everything her heart desired. She deserved it, and more.

And here she was, once again, his inspiration and reason for his success.

He grabbed his phone, his fingers tapping on the screen as he wrote her a message.

Always my muse. Forever my cheerleader. Think I’ve secured that contract, and it’s thanks to you. Gonna buy you something pretty. Love you.

Pocketing his phone, he stretched out, ready to grab his coat and spend his lunch finding something for Erica.

Until a knock at the door halted him in his tracks.

“Come.”

Sophie opened the door, already in her jacket, offering him a tentative smile. Dammit, this was the second time today he had forgotten his promised lunch with her .

Forcing a smile, he glanced at the clock. “Ah, just in time, I was just about to call you.”

Her answering smile almost made him feel guilty.

Almost.

He’d never made his situation with Sophie anything more than what it was – great fucking sex. Not once had he given her the wrong impression or false hope. She’d offered herself up on a plate and he had accepted the invitation.

Sex with Erica wasn’t lacking. They had a healthy and exciting relationship that included plenty of time between the sheets. They could communicate their needs with one another and weren’t shy about exploring new kinks.

But there were certain things he just didn’t want to ask her for.

Erica was his wife. He loved and respected her more than anything in this world. Asking to spit in her mouth while he railed her was an abhorrent thought for him.

But Sophie was a dirty, nasty girl.

She loved all the filthiest, most degrading shit his brain could come up with. He could reduce her to nothing more than a cum slut and she would still come running, begging for more.

It’s what he liked about her.

But anything beyond that? Absolutely not. She was decent enough at her job and fun to flirt with. That’s where it ended for him.

Unfortunately, he noticed a shift in her behaviour. He was almost certain she had worn that abomination around her neck to make him jealous. An impossible feat since he didn’t care enough to feel jealousy.

“Where are we going for lunch?” She asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.

He admired her for a moment, enjoying the sight of her ass in such a tight skirt. She was a beautiful-looking woman, but beyond her appearance, she had nothing to offer in the way of substance.

“Wherever you like,” he replied, finally standing and grabbing his coat. “You’re the birthday girl, after all.”

Why, oh why, had he agreed to this damn lunch ?

Her excitable little squeal only reinforced the fact that he didn’t really enjoy her company outside of sex. He got a thrill flirting at her desk, but one-on-one time over a meal did not sound fun.

“Do you have a place in mind?” He asked as he ushered her out of the office, guiding her towards the exit with his hand on the small of her back.

“Giovanni’s,” she whispered, her eyes alight with anticipation. Alex suppressed an eye roll as she named the most expensive Italian place in the city.

It confirmed something he had long suspected about her.

Sophie was probably far more interested in his money than she was in him. Her ego would never allow her to admit that, but it was evident in her actions, even if she didn’t realise it.

“Giovanni’s sounds wonderful,” he said as they reached the elevator. He lied. Giovanni’s was subpar Italian made by a bloke from Glasgow named Terry.

But Alex felt like this was an important lesson for Sophie to learn. More money did not mean better.

They entered the elevator, and the mood shifted. Sophie smirked up at him, swaying towards him.

“Not right now, Soph,” he warned, nodding towards the camera pointed in their direction.

“We’ve done it in here before,” she reminded him. “And it was really fucking hot.”

“Yes. When the building was empty, and the guard wasn’t watching the monitors. There’s time for that later. Just behave yourself.”

Sophie crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. He rolled his eyes and ignored her, waiting until the elevator rumbled to a stop on their floor before speaking.

“If you’re going to continue to sulk, we’ll take this lift right back up to the office.”

“I’m not sulking,” she protested. “I’m just trying to figure out when —”

“And here I thought you wanted to enjoy a nice meal.”

“I do! It’s just—”

“Sophie,” he said firmly, cutting her off. “Are we getting out of here or am I pressing the button for our floor? ”

“We’re leaving,” she whispered. “I want to go for lunch.”

“Very well.” Once again, back in control, he led her towards the exit, nodding at the security guard as they passed.

Flagging down a cab as they reached the street, Alex ushered her into the backseat and situated himself next to her, resting his hand on her knee to stop her pouting further.

“Giovanni’s please, mate,” he said to the cab driver.

“Giovanni’s? Really?” The older gentleman driving the car chuckled, glancing at them in the rearview mirror. “You’re brave.”

Alex smirked and shrugged. “What the lady wants…”

The driver looked between them, clocking Alex’s hand on her knee, and nodded once. “Very well. Giovanni’s it is.”

Pulling onto the street, they soon joined the midafternoon traffic as office workers just like themselves rushed to eat a quick meal before the hours stretched out in front of them until closing time.

With any luck, Alex could have a brief lunch with Sophie, and he would still have time to find a little treat for Erica.

With her in mind, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked his messages.

Quite right, too. Gentle reminder, I only accept emeralds. Love you.

He chuckled at her message, locking his phone before Sophie could see anything. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide, but frankly, it was none of her business and he could do without the headache.

“What’s funny?” she asked, glancing up at him.

“Oh, nothing,” he replied, squeezing her knee. “Just another woman demanding my attention.”

Sophie laughed, though it didn’t quite meet her eyes. It seemed to be a trend between them. Alex would make a joke of sorts, and Sophie would laugh because she thought she had to. Sometimes, he had to remind himself that she was still quite young.

“Looking forward to lunch?” He asked, simply to change the topic .

“Yes.” This time, her smile lit up her entire face, her eyes shining. “I can’t wait to spend some time with you.”

Alex, very aware of the cab driver listening in, offered her a tight-lipped smile. If she noticed the shift in his mood, she didn’t react to it, moving her arm around his and clinging to him. Her fingers played with his, her eyes doting.

What was she playing at?

He untangled himself from her hold and shot her a warning look as he glanced out of the window. “Ah. Here we are.”

Never had he been so happy to end a cab ride. He paid the driver, offering him a tip and waving him off as he and Sophie stood on the pavement. When he was sure the driver was out of view, he turned to her with a glare.

“What the fuck was that?” he hissed.

“What do you mean?” She shrank back, reaching her hand to steady herself on the wall of the building.

“Grabbing me like that. Suppose someone saw?”

“We were in a cab, Alex,” she whimpered. “No one was going to see.”

“You’re getting careless,” he warned, advancing on her. She bit her lip, barely containing her excitement as he backed her against the wall.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she whispered, turning her head toward him.

“I know your game, Sophie,” he said. “Trying to claim me as your own won’t work, and you know that.”

“I know —”

“Do you? Trying it on in the elevator, practically hugging me in the cab. Seems to me like you’re trying to stake your claim.”

He leaned over her, hardening in his pants. She knew where this was leading, as well as he did.

“Alex, no. I swear—”

His lips crashed into hers, silencing whatever protest she’d thought up. Her words didn’t matter.

He knew what he was about to do was one hell of a risk. If anyone should walk by…

But Giovanni’s was as dead as it ever was. The street that housed it was completely empty .

No amount of reflection would ever help him understand why that was the moment he snapped.

Perhaps it was her attempt at some public affection or the fact she was asking him to spend a fortune on her for lunch. Whatever it was, right then, he wanted to punish her.

His hand moved under her skirt, grabbing her tights and tearing them from her. He’d love to hear her explain that one to her husband. He pushed her underwear to one side, his fingers slipping between her lips to feel the dampness already waiting.

“Fuckin’ dirty bitch,” he muttered against her lips. “Is this what you wanted, hm?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. Alex, fuck me, please.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He kissed her again, his lips hard against hers as his fingers teased at her entrance, making sure she was wet and ready for him.

She had pissed him off, but he wasn’t a monster, and a dry pussy just didn’t feel good.

Fumbling with his zipper, he released his cock, stroking himself to full hardness. He pulled her leg around his waist, ripping her skirt slightly in the process as he pushed himself inside her.

She moaned against his lips, her hands moving behind his head. He snatched them up, pinning them to the wall above her head.

He fucked her without mercy, unbothered by her pleasure. Her moans, barely silenced by his brutal kisses, did nothing for him. If she came, it wouldn’t be because of anything he did.

He wasn’t usually so selfish, but something about her behaviour today had pissed him off. Now, she was nothing but something warm for him to fuck.

She bit his lip, trying to tease him, only infuriating him further. Pulling away, he pushed her face away from him, pressing it into the wall.

“When are you going to learn, Soph? You don’t call the shots here.”

“This is so fucking hot,” she groaned, tightening her legs around him and pulling him harder into her .

Had she not expressed interest in a similar fantasy, Alex would have worried she was doing this purely to stay on his good side.

But no.

Sophie was a dirty, dirty girl who loved nothing more than feeling used by the men she gave her body to.

He pressed her hips into the wall and buried his face in the crook of her neck, focused on his pleasure as he slammed into her.

“Fuck, Alex, I’m gonna—”

“I don’t fucking care. Shut up.”

Biting into her shoulder, Alex closed his eyes, letting himself get caught up in the moment.

He was in broad daylight, fucking his secretary against the wall of some random restaurant. They were both married with so much to lose, and should anyone catch them, life as they knew it would change forever.

The excitement was enough to make Alex cum with a thick groan, pulling out at the very last moment and stroking his cock until he had nothing left.

He took a moment to catch his breath and pulled away from Sophie, untangling himself from her as he straightened his clothes.

“Now that you’ve got what you really wanted, I see no need for us to go to lunch,” he said, casting a glance over her dishevelled appearance. “I have an errand to run. Make yourself presentable before you return to the office.”

Without a backward glance, Alex left her where she stood, turning the corner and flagging another cab.

Hopefully, now she’d get the message.

She was barking up the wrong tree if she thought they would share anything other than dirty, impersonal sex.