Page 6 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

CHAPTER TWO

MASON

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One week later

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“Might have to fireher,” I say to Sebastian as we watch his fiancée and Lexi gyrating and twerking on the dance floor at their engagement party.

The speeches are done, and it’s getting late as the music pumps and lights flicker.His dad strums his air guitar—very Gen-X of him—while his mom nods her head.

“Lexi?”Sebastian asks, taking his eyes off

Emily for no more than a split second.

I sip my whisky and nod.

“Why?”Sebastian prods.“Emily said she was enjoying it, and you two were getting along well.”

Getting along well.

Is that what Lexi called it?

Why do I need to fire her?Because I’m an idiot, that’s why.

After harassing Sebastian for weeks about Emily and their disastrous fake relationship that nearly cost him the biggest investment of his life, I’m no better.

In fact, I’d argue that I’m worse.

Way worse.

“I fucked her in the stationery closet last week.”I confess, then attempt to make myself sound like a victim.“I tried Sebastian.I tried.For three long weeks I’ve tried.”

Poor me.

The only victim here is my cock.

The one I’ve been yanking, night after night, trying to get Lexi’s gorgeous body out of my system.Can anyone blame me when she wears her figure-hugging dresses, extra button on her blouse left open and the curve of her generous round breasts seems to glow like a supernova.

I stare.

I know I do, and it’s inappropriate, but I’ve dreamed about them.My cock has hardened in meetings when I glance over and wonder if her nipples are light or dark pink.

If she’s wet thinking about me right now.

Whether she’s a quiet moaner or a screamer.

How tight her pussy is.