Page 71 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

Whether she’s guilty of some crime is now none of my business.We are neither dating nor in an employment contract any longer.The image of betrayal in her eyes hits me again, and I push it away.

Right now, Emily and Sebastian’s wedding is far more important.

I don’t owe Lexi anything.

I hired her, she lied, I gave her the opportunity to tell me the truth, and she couldn’t.

Wouldn’t.

The sex was consensual.

The end.

Am I ready to face her and be cordial?Yes.It should be fine.

Drew is climbing out of his town car as I stride up to the store.“Hey man.”

We do that man hug thing and spot Colt and Zander inside, so head in.

“Still can’t believe Seb’s getting married.”Drew is a finance tycoon dealing in aggressive takeovers and investments that would make the average man’s eyes bleed.

The risk factor in what he does is so high, I have no idea how he sleeps at night.

Or if he does.

He’s still alive and walks in the sun, so I know he’s not a vampire.

Essentially, he’s a hedge fund manager for names you see in the news and political debates.If I bothered to look at who had the biggest fortune—and most to lose—it would be Drew.

The fucker would probably make it back in a year if he did.Money seems to flow to him, and the entire importance of it rolls off his shoulders.

Me, I’m still fucking paranoid some woman is going to take it from me.And enough have tried.I wish I could get over it, but life hasn’t proven me wrong yet.

Whether one of those women is Lexi, I’ll never know.

The door closes behind us as we all slap shoulders and say hi to one another.The manager walks over and greets us, offering us a glass of champagne and placing some snacks on a glass table.

No sign of Lexi.

I might be in luck...

You wanted to see her.

I’ve fantasized about this goddamn appointment for three long nights.How she’d step into the changing room with me and drop to the floor, straightening my pants, adjusting the fabric, accidentally brushing her hand over my hard cock.

Our eyes would meet.

I’d unzip and fist my cock, desire dripping from the head.

Lexi’s mouth would open–wide!–and I’d quietly slide it in, her eyes watering with its size and her arousal.

It’s my fantasy—my metric system and ratios.

Outside, everyone would be talking and shopping while she sucks on my shaft, working it hard.My head tips back as I fist her long, shiny dark hair, taking one last glimpse down her bulging cleavage before my eyes shut.

Then I blast my hot cum down her throat.

A muted moan escaping me as she pops off the end, wiping her mouth and grinning at me.