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Blake Ch. 01

By: s_katie



I had never taken to my roommate. We had polar opposite personalities. I have had to work hard for everything in my life. I studied hard in school, worked grueling hours at the office to help my boss finish work, and to be presentable in public, I had to spend hours on my appearance. By no means was I hideous, just average. I stood at 5'7", had long brown hair and green eyes. I wasn't super model thin, but I would qualify as skinny. 

On the other hand, Desiree had everything given to her. She screwed her way through school, banging any guy who would do her work or any professor who would give her a passing grade. She never had to work, as her father funneled unlimited funds into her bank account. To make matters worse, she was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it. At 5' 5", she was mostly legs. Her long blond hair fell right at her waist, while her blue eyes sparkled. She flaunted her looks to get any man she wanted, and then dangled her prize in front of everyone in sight. So it was no surprise to me when I came home from a long day of work to her and her new boy toy making out on the couch.

Neither of them made a move to acknowledge my existence until I slammed the front door shut.

"Oh my God!" Desiree shrieked as she jumped off her new man. "Kaitlin, you're home early."

"Actually, I'm about three hours late," I retorted, throwing down my bag and coat. I made my way into the kitchen to grab a beer and unwind. Desiree followed.

"Hey Kate, is there any way you could go out for a couple hours? I kinda have company." This was typical Desiree: complete disregard for others and totally oblivious to real life.

"I just worked a fifteen hour day. The last thing I want to do is go out again. Besides, I'm just gonna grab some leftovers from the fridge and go to my room. It will be like I'm not even here."

"Des, it's fine. Let the girl unwind for a little." Her sex toy walked into the kitchen. At least he had some common sense, something that had been missing from her previous suitors. "We can get back to doing our thing in a little bit. It's no big deal."

"Whatever you say, Blakey-bear." Ugh! I hated when she gave them pet names. I knew she would be keeping him around for a while. I preferred the in-and-out guy when it came to Desiree because there was never any side effects. She just moved on to the next guy. If he lingered, the results were devastating for me when they broke up, and they always broke up. 

"Hi. I'm Blake. It's nice to meet you... Kaitlin, was it?"

"Yea, nice to meet you." I could tell he was trying to be cordial; but frankly, I wasn't in the mood, especially from a guy who was going to fuck my roommate in a matter of minutes.

At least he was better looking than her previous prospects. Blake was really tall, coming in around 6'5". It wasn't hard to make out his chiseled body beneath his tight t-shirt. His brown hair was cropped short, but was long enough to be a little messy. His eyes were a gorgeous ice blue. I usually had a weak spot for a guy with blue eyes, but on this night I was so frustrated with Desiree and the entire situation, I couldn't even appreciate the Adonis in front of me.

I quickly grabbed my food from the microwave. I didn't want to be in the same room as them much longer.

"It was nice meeting you Blake. I'm gonna head to my room and enjoy my food before I pass out. I guess I'll be seeing you around?"

"I hope so," he said as he wrapped his arm around Desiree. I could've sworn I saw something in his face as he said it, almost as if he had another meaning. Damn exhaustion must've been getting to me.

"You two have a good night," and I scurried off down the hall before they could respond.

I made it through my bedroom door and shut it behind me. I made my way to the bed and placed my food on the nightstand. Only a minute had passed before I heard noises from the living room. Really? She couldn't have at least taken it to her bedroom. Blake must have been a mind reader as he suggested they move to a more comfortable setting. Maybe he was good for something, if it were a small voice of reason.

It was quiet and I was able to eat my dinner in peace. I was feeling drowsy and decided to drift off to sleep since I had work early in the morning. I was on the cusp of falling into a blissful slumber when I heard what I could only assume was her headboard smashing against the wall. 

What the hell? I really could not catch a break. I figured that the noise would subside soon. No man could last much longer at the pace he was driving. I could not be more wrong. Two hours later, he was still drilling into her at the same tempo. Lucky bitch. 

I hadn't dated in over a year and had been absent of a sex life since. Between work at the advertising agency and Desiree's noisy sex sessions, I was too exhausted to go out or even to masturbate. I tried to drown out the noise with my headphones. Around 2am, I finally fell asleep.

***

I awoke to the sound of my boss's ringtone blaring in my ears. I answered.

"Kaitlin, where the hell are you?" James screamed through the phone. I groggily looked at the time. I was an hour and a half late for work.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'll be right there!" I hung up before I heard his reply. I had no time to shower, so I quickly changed clothes, doused myself in perfume, grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.

I ran the ten blocks to my office, arriving two hours late for work. I almost collided into James on my way through the door.

"I'm so sorry I'm late sir," I said breathlessly. "It will never happen again."

James grabbed me by the shoulders, trying to calm me down.

"Katie, it's okay. It's not like you to be late. I feared something happened to you." Who was he fooling? The man couldn't tie his shoes without me there. "What happened?"

"My roommate got a new toy. They kept me up all night." It was common practice for me to gossip about Desiree with my boss. He found my stories entertaining, while I took the opportunity to vent. Working these crazy hours, he was one of my closest and only friends.

"I could tell. You look exhausted sweetie. Tell you what; you've been working really hard the last year, why don't you take next week off?"

"James, I don't think you could function without me. You'd forget to eat if I didn't remind you."

"Well, I will just have to find a way to survive without my loyal assistant."

"I don't know..."

"I promise you will still have a job in a week. You know if the company hasn't gone to hell in your absence." We shared a lighthearted laugh before I finally agreed. The rest of the day, I worked hard to make up for the lost time. James was nice enough to let me out on time, even with my lateness.

When I arrived home, I wasn't surprised to see Desiree straddling Blake. However, I was shocked when I realized she was fucking him on the couch. They were both completely naked and covered in sweat and I assume various other bodily fluids. I quickly shielded my eyes and prayed that they wouldn't notice me.

"Hey Kitty, wanna join?" Desiree slurred from the couch. Of course she was drunk. She wouldn't have made the offer otherwise. Aside from the fact that I was never into that, the last person I would want to be involved in a three-way with was her.

I continued to cover my eyes as I walked passed towards my room. 

"No thanks. I have work to do," I lied. Once I made it to my room, I quickly got comfortable in a pair of gym shorts and an old t-shirt. I laid on my bed, trying to take a nap. All I could her was her screaming and moaning as Blake pounded into her. 

This guy had some serious skill. Desiree is an honest person when she is drunk. I've seen her make a man cry while she chastised him about his small dick. Now she was screaming in pure ecstasy. How I envied her. My rage soon turned from Desiree to Blake.

What was so great about her that made him choose her over me? Granted I had only met him once and we spoke briefly, but now I was wishing I was the one riding him, throwing my head back and moaning as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure passed through me. I thought about what it would feel like to have him inside of me, to push every inch of his manliness deep into my core. I fantasized about having him call out my name as he erupted, filling me completely. It was feeling that was a distant memory, but one that I craved so badly. 

As I thought about it, my hand began to wander beneath the waistband of my shorts and under my panties. I began to push lightly on my clit with my thumb, circling it. I let out a small gasp at the unfamiliar feeling. I started to circle faster and faster, building with intensity. It soon was not enough as I pushed one finger inside of me, then another. I pushed my fingers in and out building up speed as the palm of my hand continued to rub my clit. I thought about Blake burying his cock deep inside if me. The image of his face and hot body rubbing against mine was pushing me onward. I was close to climax as I continued to build up speed. I reached under my shirt and pinched my nipple, playing with the hard nub and continuing my drive towards release.

Finally, with several more quick thrusts, a flood of warm pleasure rushed through me. I rode the wave of my orgasm for what seemed like hours. When I came down moments later, I felt the most relaxed I've been in a year. My panties, shorts, and sheets had soaked through with my juices. I got up and changed it all. As soon as I finished, I climbed back in bed. I quickly fell asleep to sound of silence.

***

I awoke a few hours later, parched of thirst. I listened out to the living room and heard nothing. I assumed the horny bunch had finally passed out and hoped they had moved their activities to her bedroom. I peered out into the living room to see that it was empty. I made my way down the hall to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. As I turned on the faucet, Blake appeared from Desiree's room. He was in nothing but gym shorts.

I could see every rippling muscle of his wonderful body. His abs were tight, each one individually defined. He had a strong upper body, but was not too large. He was perfect. I couldn't help but stare a little. I came out of my trance when the icy water spilled over onto my hand. Luckily, he hadn't noticed.

"Hey, can you get me one of those," Blake asked, motioning to the glass of water I was holding.

"Sure," I replied, trying not to look at him. I handed him the glass, while I grabbed myself another from the cabinet. He gulped it down quickly, and then moved closer to me. He brushed up against me to refill his glass. The touch sent a jolt through me and filled my stomach with butterflies. My heart raced and I caught my breath.

I moved away from the sink and headed towards the living room, with the intention of heading back to my room. Blake followed me.

"Hey, sorry about that earlier. Des said you'd be gone most of the night."

"Yea, I was supposed to. My boss gave me the week off. But it's fine. You guys seemed to be having fun."

"Yea it was alright. So, Kaitlin what kind of work do you do?"

"Listen Blake, I know your trying to be friendly and everything, but it's late and neither of us is in any state of dress for a civil conversation. If you don't mind, I think I'm gonna head back to my room." I left without ever hearing his response.

To be honest, I didn't want to be around him, especially without Desiree around. I didn't trust myself with him and I wasn't about to become some slut who slept with other people's boyfriends. 

I made it back to my room and shut the door. I just stood there for a while, drinking my water and trying to cool down before attempting to sleep again. That's when the door opened.

Blake walked in and shut the door behind him.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, shocked by the invasion of privacy.

"I don't know what it is about you Kaitlin. I know nothing about you, but I just want to be around you." 

He moved closer to me as he spoke. I was frozen. The logical part of me told me that I should throw him out or get out myself, but the more primal part of me hungered for him. This might be my only chance to live out my fantasy of being intimate with him. Was I really going to pass that up for some moral code? 

"Since I saw you yesterday, I haven't stopped thinking about you, " he said as he finally reached me, brushing the hair from my face. "I ache to touch you, hold you, and I've longed to press your lips to mine since I met you. I can't explain it, and I don't want to justify it. I just want it. I just want you."

He leaned in for a kiss. This was my opportunity, something I had longed for. But at the last moment, the logical side of me kicked in, and I turned away. Fuck! 

"I can't do this. I'm not that type of girl. You're with Desiree and I don't want to get in the middle of that. I'm sorry."

Blake turned my face back towards his and quickly crushed into my lips. I tried to resist at first, but his kiss was so sweet and gentle, I couldn't help but give in. It felt like forever and I didn't want him to stop. When he finally pulled back, realization of what had just happened hit me. And a large part of me didn't care. I wanted more. I waited for him to say something, to see where this would go.

"Your lips are as soft as I imagined." he went in for another kiss. He was still gentle, but with each passing moment he grew more aggressive, as if there was a hunger that needed to be satisfied. I couldn't help myself and matched his aggression. I push my tongue passed his lips and into his mouth, our tongues intertwining with one another. 

His hands began to explore my body. They traveled down my back, tracing every line of my figure. He slowed down as his hands passed over my ass, slightly grabbing as he traveled. They rested just below and he slowly began to spread my legs, hoisting me up to his waist. 

He carried me to the bed, never once breaking our kiss. He placed me down gently and crawled between my legs. I could feel his hardness pressing up against my opening, the only thing impeding us was our clothing. He began to grind up against me, his cock begging for entrance. His kisses traveled from my mouth to my neck, causing me to let out a small gasp. He ran his tongue along my collarbone, sending my head spinning. One of his hands roamed underneath my shirt, rubbing my nipple between his fingers. The other hand found its way between my legs and began to rub against my clit. I tried to stifle my moans, but I couldn't catch them in time. I was lost in the moment; enjoying every feeling as my nerves were thrown into overdrive. 

His lips finally made it back to mine, only briefly separating as he pulled my shirt over my head. He grabbed my breast, massaging it in his hand. Licking his way down, he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it and twirling it with his tongue. He slowly made his way over to the other nipple, while his hand traveled under my shorts. 

In my haste to change, I didn't put on any panties. Blake made a small chuckle upon this discovery and began playing with my clit. I couldn't control my moaning. I could feel the orgasm building inside, so close to completely consuming me. Blake pushed a finger inside of my warm hole as he kept attacking my breasts with his mouth. I began to grind back on his finger, wishing so badly that he would take me completely. 

Suddenly he stopped everything. He just stared into my eyes. I nerves ached from the loss of stimulation.

"Do you want me to give you more?" he asked with a playful smile.

"Yes," I whispered, barely able to get the word out. He gave me a quick, passionate kiss, and then stood up. In one quick motion, he ripped my shorts off throwing them across the room. He took in my naked form and smiled. He hungrily crouched down between my legs and began playing with my clit. He reintroduced his finger and then another, thrusting powerfully into me. My breath was getting shorter and I didn't know how much longer I could last. He increased the tempo of his attack, while expertly played with my clit. I was almost there, when he removed his fingers. I whimpered at their absence, and raised my head to see what was happening.

Blake was licking my juices off his fingers and seemed to be enjoying it. In a swift motion, he buried his face into my soaking pussy, driving his tongue inside. My back arched as I pushed against his face and let out a loud moan. Only moments later, I felt my orgasm wash over me as my juices spilled out. He lapped up every bit.

Blake rose and got back on top of me. He pressed his lips to mine and I could taste myself in his kiss. I wanted to pull him in closer, but my body was exhausted and I could not will myself to do anything. Abruptly, he pulled away, smiled at me, and then left through the door. I heard him walk down the hall and open then close another door. The door to Desiree's room. In that brief moment, I came crashing down off my high. In that brief moment, I realized I became that type of girl.

Blake Ch. 02



Author's Note: I'm completely shocked at how many people not only read the first chapter, but liked it. So here is the next installment in the series.

***

I woke up the next morning sore and distraught. My body ached from the blissful abuse I wasn't used to, but my mind ached at what I had allowed to happen. I didn't know what to do. I had never been in a situation like this before. Should I tell Desiree what her "boyfriend" had done to me while she was passed out? Absolutely not. She would go completely psycho. Should I confront Blake about it? In my emotional state, I figured this might be as bad as telling Desiree. Should I just ignore it? This seemed like my only option, though I knew that exercising it would slowly eat away at me. But what else could I do?

I figured the best thing was to get some coffee and get my mind straight. I walked down the hall, expecting Blake to have left and Desiree to be sleeping. Instead, I found myself greeted to the image of Desiree in the dining room, grinding against Blake. Ugh, they made me sick. I passed them and headed towards the coffee maker. Well, at least they could take time out of their mid-morning fuck to make coffee.

"Morning, Kaitlin." For once there was someone I didn't want to speak to this morning more than Desiree. I half-heartedly smiled as I sipped my coffee.

"How did you sleep?" he asked with a smirk. What a smug bastard. He not only forced me to acknowledge the events of last night, but was all but parading his accomplishment around in my face.

"Good, for the most part. Except for this nightmare I had halfway through the night."

"What was it about?" chimed in Desiree, apparently giving up on her make out session.

"I don't remember much, but some asshole broke into my room at some point." I watched as Blake's smug smile dropped from his face. He knew I was pissed about the night before. What pride he felt was smashed in that moment.

I took my leave for the shower while his wound was still fresh. Why give him the opportunity to rebut. I scrubbed every inch of my body thoroughly in the shower. I wanted no trace of him or the night before on me. Once finished, I stripped my bed of its linens and threw them out. I wanted nothing that reminded me of last night. I only wished I could scrub my memory clean. When I was finished, I reentered the living room. Blake was gone, while Desiree was a ball of sunshine.

"What are you doing today?" she asked bouncing on the couch.

"I have nothing planned, why?"

"Let's go shopping. I want to get something super sexy to wear for Blakey-Bear tonight. Plus we can get you some new clothes. I figured with your week off work, we could get you back in the dating game or at the very least, get you laid."

The last thing I wanted to do was spend a day with Desiree, talking about Blake, shopping for Blake, and talking about my no longer absent sex life, which had been revived by her boyfriend, Blake. But I didn't have a good excuse and I did need some new clothes. Honestly, getting myself back out there couldn't hurt either. It may even help me get over last night's transgressions. So I agreed.

Several hours of shopping later, we both returned with dozens of bags. I had also gotten some highlights in my hair, as well as a manicure. I figured completely reinventing myself would be my best start to moving on. Overall, it had been successful and shockingly fun. Desiree decided I should go out tonight, which would allow her time with Blake. She began digging through my bags, coordinating an outfit for me to wear, when there was a knock. I opened the door to find Blake had returned.

"Hey. What have you ladies been up to?" he asked as he pushed his way into the apartment.

"We just went shopping and got Kaitlin a new wardrobe and a makeover. What do you think?" she said, spinning me around for him to see. As much as I would usually hate it, I was hoping he liked it, just to show him what he couldn't have.

"Very nice. Well done, Des." She bounced into him, giving him a kiss.

"She's also going out tonight to try and catch a man. Do you have any suggestions on where she should go, Blakey-bear?" Like I would take his advice.

"Well, if you're going alone, I would suggest the bar in the Windmore Hotel. I know the bartenders there and if I call ahead, I'm sure they'd look after you. Plus, most of the guys who go there are well-to-do, so the pickings are good." I tried to protest, but Desiree cut me off.

"Perfect," she said as she handed me my outfit. Then she turned to Blake. "And then you and I can have some special alone time tonight. I have a surprise for you that I know you're gonna love."

"Shit, that reminds me. I have to cancel tonight, Des. I have to catch a plane in two hours for an important business meeting out of town."

"What? Can't you skip it?"

"I can't. I wouldn't be going if it wasn't important. Besides, I'll be back tomorrow night and we can do our plans then." Desiree pouted like a child, but eventually nodded. He gave her a kiss goodbye and left.

"Do you want me to stay with you Desiree?" I offered, half trying to be friendly, half trying to get out of going tonight.

"No, go out. You need it." Desiree helped me get ready, doing my hair and make-up. She had dressed me in a classic little black dress. It was form fitting and the straps rested off the shoulder. She had paired them with a pair of strappy black heels. The heel was about three inches, giving me a little more height. My hair was up in a ponytail to show off my low neckline.

Desiree didn't trust me to go, so she hailed me a cab, told the driver where to go and paid him extra to ensure I got there. There was no turning back. I was going.

***

I arrived at the Windmore Hotel ten minutes later. I headed into the bar, drawing the eyes of a few of the patrons. I sat down at the bar and ordered a martini. I didn't engage any of the men directly. They were big boys. If they liked what they saw, they would come to me. Yet, after a half an hour, four other women had entered the bar with the same idea. I had nothing. Feeling defeated, I was ready to go home, when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Hey, beautiful." It wasn't possible; upon turning my fears were confirmed. It was Blake.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a flight."

He smirked.

"Well sometimes. But I occasionally use it as an excuse to get away from crazy chicks like your roommate. I need to get her off me for a while, so I decided to come spend the night here." Then the realization hit me.

"You planned this didn't you?"

"Well, a little bit, yea." He chuckled. I wasn't laughing. I grabbed my purse and began to walk out. He caught my arm.

"Wait a minute, Kaitlin. I know you're mad at me for what happened last night. I shouldn't have just left you like that. I'm sorry. But everything I told you last night was true. And I really want to get to know you better. Last night, you said we weren't properly dressed for a civil conversation. How about now?"

I looked him up and down. He was wearing a black tailored suit with black shoes and a black shirt. The only splash of color was in his red tie. His hair was combed, but it had more of an everyday feel than a formal one. As I drank him in, I couldn't help but think how handsome he looked and was a little touched that he went through all this trouble just to talk to me. I agreed to stay and talk for a little.

He called over to the bartender and ordered us some drinks. As we began to talk, I realized we weren't much different. He was a successor to one of the most successful companies in the world; the type of company that had its checkbook in everything. Like me, he had worked his way from the bottom to get to where he was. It explained why he had been so sympathetic upon meeting me. As the night wore on, I found myself enjoying his company, forgetting why I was mad.

It was getting late and the bar was emptying. I took that as my cue to leave. While I may not have gained a boyfriend or a fuck toy, I had a better understanding of Blake. We walked to the lobby together, still talking.

"Did you want to come up for a drink? I'm enjoying our conversation so much I kinda don't want it to end."

I was hesitant as memories of the previous night flashed into mind. But I really was enjoying our time together and figured I could curb any impulses this time, so I agreed.

The room was extravagant, but then again anything in this hotel would be. When we entered, I sat down at the small table in the corner of the room near the bed and took off my uncomfortable heels. Blake took off his jacket and headed to the bar to make our drinks. There was some mild tension in this familiar setting, so I did my best to avoid eye contact with him as he handed me my drink. But there was no dodging the situation as it came to ahead.

"Kaitlin, I'm sorry for how last night ended. I know you may find it hard to believe, but I've never done anything like this before. I have always remained faithful to my relationships. But after talking to you tonight and seeing how much we have in common, I can somewhat understand my attraction to you and I can't help myself from acting on it. I wish I had met you before I met Desiree."

"If you're so unhappy with her, why don't you just breakup with her?"

"Can you imagine a more awkward situation than breaking up with someone only to date their roommate?" he chuckled.

"Who said anything about us dating?" I questioned, although the idea of dating Blake sent butterflies to my stomach.

"Are you saying after the mind shattering orgasm I gave you last night, you wouldn't consider dating me?"

"I think you overestimate your skills." I was playing with fire and I knew it.

"Really? If my memory serves me correctly, you kept moaning in pleasure everytime I touched you." He moved closer to me, merely inches away from my face. "Last night was about pleasuring you and showing you that I wasn't all about me. Trust me, it was just a sample of what I'm capable of."

It was at this moment I should've left. I knew exactly where this was leading and it was a place I told myself not to go. But I couldn't help but be drawn to him. Even logic was working against me. He had gone out of his way tonight to get to know me, which was more than any of my previous boyfriends had done for me. The girlfriend argument was also weak. He wasn't happy with her and I had little regard for her. But I didn't want to become the slutty roommate. I didn't want to throw myself into that kind of situation. Whatever choice I made, there was no turning back.

I placed my drink on the table and did the same with his. I moved onto his lap, straddling him. I took his face in my hands and slowly brushed my upper lip against his lower lip before kissing him. My heart fluttered as our lips moved together. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Show me what you can do." He smiled his sexy smile. That was all he needed.

He crushed his lips into mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I met his eagerness as I moved my tongue around his. My fingers wove their way through his hair as I pulled him closer to me. 

His hands traveled up my back, finding the zipper of my dress. He unzipped it and pushed the straps down, exposing my breasts. I broke our kiss and stood up, allowing the dress to drop to the floor. I waited for a moment as he drank in my mostly naked form, his mouth agape at the sight of me. 

I grabbed his tie and pulled him over to the bed. I laid down, pulling him on top of me. I undid his tie, throwing it carelessly aside. I began working on unbuttoning his shirt. His hands moved down, massaging my breasts while I worked. He moved his mouth down my body, kissing my neck first, and then traveling lower to my erect nipple. He flicked my nipple repeatedly with his tongue before taking it in his mouth and nibbling on it. I tilted my head back slightly, moaning at the pleasurable stimulation.

I finally freed the last button of his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. I pushed him over on his back and got on top of him. I began grinding my hips against his, feeling his cock staining in his pants. I ran my fingers up and down his torso, memorizing every inch of it with my fingers. I reached his belt buckle and began to remove his pants. His dick was pulling at the fabric, waiting to be released. I stuck my hand through the slit in his boxers and began to stroke him. 

He was much wider than any man I had ever experienced. I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. As I continued to stroke, Blake began to moan softly. I looked up to see his eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of my touch. I finally sprung his cock from its fabric prison. It must have been eight and a half inches long, much longer than any of my previous partners.

I lowered my mouth, pushing his dick inside just to the head. His moans grew louder and his breath caught in surprise. I twirled my tongue around the head of his penis and lightly sucked. I pulled his dick out, then slowly began to lick the underside of it from the tip to the base and back up. His moans grew more intense and his breathing grew shaky as I repeated my movements over and over. I enjoyed teasing him.

Finally, I took his cock in my mouth completely until my lips hit the base. I began to suck and lick the entire shaft, slowly at first and then gradually quickening my tempo. Blake's breathing grew faster and his moans louder. I knew he was close to cumming and I prepared to take every bit of his load in my mouth. 

Suddenly, he pulled me up off his dick and flipped me on my back. He ripped my thong off, discarding it somewhere.

"If you keep doing that, you won't get to enjoy the main event," he said as he spread my legs wider.

He rested his cock at the entrance of my pussy, rubbing it against the opening. He looked me in the eyes as he pushed the head of it in. He was wider than I was used to and those few inches alone set a shock through my body. I moaned loudly, waiting for him to continue. He just stayed there, without moving.

"Do you want more?" 

"Yes," I hoarsely responded.

"Beg."

"Please, give it to me. Bury every inch of your cock inside me, Blake. I need it."

"How badly?" He was enjoying toying with me and he knew I was willing to tell him anything to make my torture end.

"So fucking badly! Please, Blake! Please!"

And with that he obliged, slamming every inch of his thick cock into my dripping pussy. The initial hit was enough to rock my body with an intense orgasm. I cried out in pure pleasure as it took me over. Blake began to pump in and out of me slowly. When my orgasm subsided, he quickened his pace. I pushed back, slamming into his hips as he hit mine. My hands traveled down his back, removing his opened shirt. My nails raked at his back causing him to moan. It was not long before another orgasm rushed through me with greater intensity than the first.

I didn't know how much more I could take, but I was enjoying every moment of it. I could see he was getting close to cumming. After a few more fast and hard thrusts, I was met with another orgasm. I arched my back, screaming out. Moments later, Blake threw his head back, roaring loudly as he exploded inside of me. 

He collapsed on top of me, out of breath and covered in sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. We both laid there silently, trying to regain control of ourselves. Finally, Blake withdrew from inside me and rolled onto his side. He looked into my eyes and brought a hand to my face. He pulled me in and kissed me gently. The moment was magical, better than what I ever thought was possible. Nothing could ruin this moment...or so I thought.



Blake Ch. 03



His phone began to ring, breaking our blissful silence. I wanted him to leave it, to continue to gaze into my eyes and hold me. He went to check the call.

"Hey, Des," he answered.

Oh my fucking God! I was stunned. He was actually taking a call from his girlfriend mere moments after he thoroughly fucked her roommate. I couldn't believe it. All that sweet talk was nothing but bullshit to get me to have sex with him. I felt incredibly stupid. I willed myself to get up while he talked with her, grabbing my purse, heels, and dress, and headed towards the bathroom. I locked the door behind me.

Cum was dripping down the inside of my leg. I grabbed a towel and wiped away what I could. I gazed in the mirror at my disheveled appearance. The full gravity of what had occurred crushed me. I had become a slut. 

My eyes began to water. I had to get out of there. I splashed my face with some cool water and spritzed my body with perfume. I quickly pulled my dress and shoes on and let my hair down. I headed for the door.

When I entered the room again, Blake was lying on the bed, waiting for me to return. I gave him a momentary glance, long enough to see the look on his face change from beckoning to one of confusion. I turned and left out the door towards the elevator. 

***

I arrived home late in the night. I knew Blake wouldn't risk being caught by Desiree to come and find me at home. I hoped Desiree was asleep, as I had no intention of speaking with her about this evenings events. However, when I opened the door I was greeted with a surprise.

"Hey, Kate. What's up?"

It was Kurt, Desiree's most recent ex-boyfriend. I never liked Kurt. He wasn't that bad on the eyes, but he wasn't anything that stuck out either. He was kind of on the short side and scrawny. His brown hair was thick and greasy, and his brown eyes lacked any sort of emotion. He was the worst kind of asshole, and I was thankful when Desiree broke up with him. But now he was walking around the living room, in nothing but his boxers, drinking a beer.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I missed you too, sweetheart." He took the last gulp of his beer, crushed the can, then dropped it on the floor. Still the same disgusting slob.

Before I could further inquire as to his presence, Desiree appeared in her doorway, wrapped in a bed sheet and visibly intoxicated.

"Kurt, you ready to go again?" she giggled, oblivious to my existence. He turned to her, a look of ravenous hunger on his face and chased her into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. 

I stood there stunned. In a matter of hours she went from moping over her boyfriend missing their date night to spending the night with dickhead Kurt. How could she do that to Blake?

Blake. My memory was jarred to him and what we had just done. It was the same thing that Desiree was doing now. This realization only made me feel worse. 

I went to the shower to scrub myself clean of him again. This was beginning to feel like a daily ritual. As the scalding water washed over me, I couldn't help but cry. How could I let myself do this? I was usually in control of my impulses, yet twice I had given myself over to a man I had known for three days. A man who was in a relationship and with my roommate no less. Why was I so willing to give myself to him? What was wrong with me?

I stood in the shower, crying and questioning myself until the water ran cold. When I stepped out, I couldn't bear to look at myself in the mirror. I was disgusted with who I had become. I walked back to my room and curled up under the covers of my bed. 

My mind wandered and raced for hours as I tried to figure out how I was going to deal with the fallout of all of this. I knew Blake would be back tomorrow night. Some part of me hoped he would break it off with Desiree so I would never have to see him again, but considering the lengths he went to talk to me, I doubted it. 

My thoughts were disrupted by the slamming of Desiree's headboard. Of course! For once, Kurt might be useful to me. If I could convince Desiree to go back with Kurt, I would be rid of Blake and my temptation. As my plan started to take form, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

***

I woke up late in the morning. I was incredibly sore, especially between my legs. It was a firm reminder that the night before had not been a dream. I quickly remembered my plan and headed out to the living room to confront Desiree. A delicious smell coming from the kitchen confirmed that someone was awake.

Desiree was in the kitchen, but there was no sign of Kurt. I peered in her bedroom and everything was clean and made up more than usual. This was odd for Desiree. She wasn't very self-reliant. Her personal spaces were always a mess, she couldn't boil water without burning it, and she was not responsible. She was up to something.

"Good morning, Kaitlin. How are you this morning?"

She was way too chipper; it was actually terrifying. I hesitantly moved towards the counter. Did she know about Blake and I? Was she being nice to lure me closer, only to choke me when I least suspected it?

"I'm okay. What's going on?" I asked cautiously.

"Nothing. I thought I'd be a good roommate and make you some breakfast this morning."

"But you can't cook." The last time she tried, she nearly burned down the apartment.

"Okay, you caught me. I went down to Riley's Café and picked up your favorite breakfast. You still like the classic omelet with egg whites right?" Wow, she actually paid attention. Maybe she wasn't so oblivious, which if this was true, didn't benefit me.

"Uh, yea. Thanks." I sat at the counter where the breakfast was laid out all nice and neat. She had even made my coffee. She looked on in anticipation as I took the first bite. A few minutes of silence passed. I was waiting to keel over from poisoning or something, but when nothing happened, I figured she was harmless and relaxed. She was the first to break the silence.

"So, Kaitlin, I wanted to talk to you about what you saw last night." And there was the catch.

"I won't tell Blake about Kurt if that is what you are going to ask me." 

Desiree let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh my gosh, thank you so much Kate. You are the best roommate anyone could ask for. I owe you one."

This was my chance to put my plan in motion.

"I do have to ask, what the deal is with you and Kurt? Are you guys dating again?" Please say yes, please say yes. I actually wanted to hear that the dickhead would be back. I was definitely desperate.

"Oh, no! That was a momentary lapse of judgment. I was upset about Blake being away and I had a little too much to drink and...well you know how I get. Besides, I think Blake is the real thing. I can see wedding bells in our future and I don't want to jeopardize that over a onetime mistake."

I nearly choked on my food as she said this. She honestly thought her and Blake were going to go the distance. As much as I disliked the girl, hearing that only made me feel guiltier. I couldn't live with that kind of guilt. I couldn't live with the secret. I had to tell her and take what I had coming to me.

"Desiree, there is something I have to conf..." I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Hold that thought," Desiree responded as she headed to the door. I sat there staring at my food, figuring out how I was going to explain this.

"OH MY GOD!! NO WAY!! BLAKEY-BEAR YOU'RE HOME!" Desiree shrieked as she jumped into his arms. He carried her into the kitchen as she assaulted his face with kisses. Damn it! That man had perfect timing. "I thought you had a meeting? Why are you back so soon?"

"Would you prefer I came back later?" He chuckled. "No, the company backed out of the sale at the last minute, so I got to come home early," he explained as he placed Desiree down. "Did you save me any breakfast?"

While they continued with their couple bantering, I lost my appetite. A lump in my throat began to form. This was the worst possible situation. There was no way I could tell Desiree now. And I couldn't very well excuse myself from the room or it might draw suspicion. Desiree could not find out on her own or the results would be catastrophic. I just sat there with a phony light-hearted smile as Blake and Desiree talked. 

"So Kaitlin, how was your evening. Did I say you would have a good time at the Windmore?" Blake asked, smiling his sexy smile. This was not a time for me to be weak. I couldn't fall for his charms again and I had to make it clear just how angry I was with him.

"Actually, I had a horrible time." I stared right into his eyes. His smile faded quickly as he knew I was angry yet again.

"Really? What happened?" Desiree joined the conversation, pulling up a chair to hear all the juicy details of my failed evening. Blake distanced himself from me and stared down at his food while he listened. The man didn't even have the nerve to face me. Coward!

"Well, I met this seemingly nice guy, we went upstairs to his room, and had sex. When we finished, his girlfriend called and he answered it."

"Oh my God! What an asshole." Well, at least Desiree agreed with me, as she gave me a hug. Blake looked even worse. Must be difficult to hear that your girlfriend thinks you're an asshole too. Too bad I had no sympathy for him. 

***

Monday morning arrived and I had no desire to continue my week long, mandatory vacation. I knew with Blake still coming and going from the apartment, I couldn't have down time. I didn't want to be open to another relapse. I called James to see if he would let me come in.

"No, Katie. We're fine here. You need your rest. I'll see you next Monday." He hung up before I could protest. 

I was determined not to see Blake for the rest of the week. I knew that once work started up again, I would be safe. My best bet was to stay safely locked in my room when he was here. This proved extremely difficult. 

I was stuck in my room most of the first day. I was bored, but also wracked with guilt. The noises of the two lovebirds came pouring through the wall, compounding the problem. I began to question a lot. Was Blake sorry for what he had done, or was I just a notch on his belt? What was wrong with me that would make him still want Desiree after he had had me? Why was he still coming around if he hated Desiree? Was he trying to torture me into sleeping with him again? As the noises came through, I couldn't help but want Blake again. 

The chemistry we had was amazing and nothing like I had every felt before. I thought back to our passionate lovemaking. The forceful way he kissed me, stirring my animalistic hunger for him. The feeling of his thick, throbbing cock moving in and out of my wet pussy. The feeling of the mind shattering and toe curling orgasms that pulsed through me while he slammed into me repeatedly. It got me wet just thinking about it. I wanted to ease the pressure building inside me as I reached between my legs. Then logic spoke to me.

This is what Blake would want. He would want me to finger myself to the memory of him and me. He would want me to scream out in orgasmic bliss to the thought of his dick penetrating me over and over again. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I couldn't do that to myself.

Hours passed as I listened to their constant sexual activity. I was getting uncomfortable, trying to keep from touching myself. It was becoming an increasingly difficult task as Desiree moaned louder and Blake's pace increased. 

I was finally given some relief when they both climaxed. After an extended session like that, they had to have been exhausted. I waited for a few minutes of absolute silence before venturing out to the living room to get something to eat. I did my best to be incredibly quite. I barely opened the cabinet when Desiree's bedroom door opened. Blake emerged in his boxers. I still couldn't help but stare at his impeccable figure. I remembered tracing every muscle of his rippling torso. My heart began to race and my breath became short at the very memory of our sexual encounter.

Luckily, Blake was too groggy to notice my staring. When I snapped out of my trance, I realized I was already failing at interacting with him. I grabbed the first box I could reach and quickly turned towards my room.

"Kaitlin," Blake called after me. I quickened my pace back to my room. I could hear him follow behind me, but I was a step ahead. I made it to my door and slammed it right in Blake's face, making sure to lock it. I wasn't going to let him pass over the threshold again. He tried to turn the door knob to no avail. 

"Kaitlin, please open the door. We really need to talk."

I gave him no response.

"Kaitlin, I know you're mad at me, but I want to make this right. Please open up."

Still nothing. I sat in silence as he begged me to respond and let him in. I was determined not to fall for his sweet words ever again. This was how I was going to ride out the week: in silence, locked in my room with a box of cheese crackers.

***

The following days were no different. I enjoyed the full space of my apartment when Blake was away, which was not very often. When he was there, I would seclude myself from him. Desiree tried to persuade me on multiple occasions to go back out. As great as an idea as it might have been, I had no desire to meet another man. I was to emotional over what Blake had done to me and I didn't want to compound the problem. I just wanted to go back to my normal routine and my simple life, before Blake complicated everything. Instead, my nightmare was made worse.

On Friday, Desiree got sick. It was nothing serious, just a common cold. I could have easily helped her out. However, Blake decided to take the day off and come over to nurse Desiree back to health. She found the gesture touching. I found it annoying. I knew he wasn't doing it for her benefit. I couldn't be more right.

Around five o'clock, he gave Desiree medication for her cold which knocked her ass out. Blake took advantage of her unconscious state to continue his harassment. Of course, I continued to give him the silent treatment. After twenty minutes of his begging and pleading, he left the apartment.

Days of solitude takes a toll on a person. I hadn't had a real meal in days, nor had I taken a shower. I decided to capitalize on his absence by filling both of my needs. I went to the bathroom and turned on the water. I took a long shower, staying underneath the warm water until it went cold. I put on an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thong panties. As I began to dry my hair, I opened the door and was met with a very unpleasant surprise.

"Kaitlin, we need to talk," Blake demanded. I tried to push past him but he easily blocked my path. I tried to close the door, but he pushed past it, closing it behind him. There was no avoiding him now. I was trapped in here with the beast. 

"Kaitlin, please talk to me. I hate you being this mad at me. I hate not seeing you or hearing your voice."

"You should've thought of that before," I retorted, still trying to push past him towards freedom.

"She speaks," he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. I wasn't amused and Blake could see that.

"Come on sweetheart, let's see a smile."

"Go to hell, Blake." 

He looked defeated and began to address the matter at hand.

"Kaitlin, why did you leave last Friday?"

"Are you really that oblivious?" I was shocked. How dense was he to not realize his behavior was unacceptable. "You took a call from Desiree not even a minute after fucking me."

"This may be my first time ever cheating on someone, but I'm pretty sure most people don't want to get caught. She had already called six times and sent me five texts. I didn't want her to think something was up."

"Are you seriously trying to justify your behavior to me? You're a real piece of shit."

"Kaitlin, calm down." I grew louder.

"You told me all these sweet things just so you could fuck me. You made me feel like a cheap slut. Do you really have that little disregard for my feelings?" Tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't control myself. I was so angry that everything came spilling out in a single moment.

The only emotion Blake's face held was shame. He couldn't look at me. He just stared down at the floor for a few minutes, unsure how to handle the situation. After a time, he looked at me. His shame had changed to guilt. He wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Kaitlin, I meant every word I told you that night. I never meant to make you feel that way. All I wanted was to be close to you."

He picked me up and placed me on the bathroom counter. He took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. I was mesmerized.

"I won't lie to you, I've slept with countless women. But none of them have made me feel what I felt with you. I felt like I didn't have to impress you. I was happy making you happy. Hell, I was happy just being with you." He seemed genuine. 

I didn't know how to react. I hadn't known how he had felt. My anger began to ease. All I wanted to do was comfort him. 

I took his face into my hands and kissed him softly. He was gentle in returning the kiss. After a moment, I pulled away and gazed into his eyes. 

"What does this mean for us?" I asked.

"I don't know. I want to continue seeing you. I'm crazy about you."

"To be honest with you Blake, I feel the same way. I think about you all the time and what it would be like if our relationship went further." I was being truthful. Even when I was angry with him, it was hard to stay that way. The makings of a smile hit his face, but I had to shut this down.

"But, I can't continue to do this Blake."

"What? Why not?"

I grabbed his hand and traced my finger along his palm. I couldn't bear to look at him while I broke his heart.

"This sneaking around and secrecy has been emotionally taxing. I'm second guessing myself and I'm filled with so much self doubt."

"If you want, I'll break it off with Desiree. I'll do anything to have you." 

"How can we build anything of a relationship off of something that is a lie?"

"Kaitlin, please give me a chance."

"I can't. I'm so sorry, Blake." He looked defeated. In one crushing blow, I had destroyed any happiness he had. I felt awful. Several minutes of silence past before he finally spoke.

"If that's what you want, then I'll go, Kaitlin. I won't bother you anymore and I'll break it off with Desiree. I wish this had ended better. I really do care about you."

"So do I, but it's for the best." I pulled Blake closer. His denim jeans were rubbing up against my panties. I couldn't help but feel aroused. I tried to push the idea out of my mind, but struggled. Only a few more minutes, I told myself.

"Goodbye, Kaitlin," he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. 

I stopped him and pulled him in for a real kiss. With each passing moment, the kiss grew more intense, as if I hungered for his lips. As he parted his lips to breath, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, massaging it. I brought my hands up to the back of his head, pulling him into me as I explored deeper into his mouth. He let out a small moan and I felt the twitch of his cock in his pants. My brain was screaming at me to stop, but my body wouldn't listen. 

Blake gently pressed his pelvis between my legs. My body operated on its own when I wrapped my legs around him, slamming his bulge into me. My brain was shouting to regain control, but my body continued to ignore it. After days of isolation, I had a more carnal need that had to be satisfied.

I broke our kiss momentarily to remove Blake's shirt. I had feel those rippling muscles again. He tried to say something, but it was cut off when my mouth returned to his. I continued to snake my tongue around his and my hands explored his muscles. I left his mouth and began to place gentle kisses down his neck and eventually to his torso. He tried to speak through the moans. He was finally able to compose himself long enough to do so.




Blake Ch. 03



"Kaitlin, are you sure you want to be doing this? I don't want you to do something that you'll regret later."

My brain was telling me to listen to him. He made sense. But I couldn't stop. As a greater fuck you to logic, I unwrapped my legs from his body and hopped off the counter. I pushed him down on the floor of the room, his back leaning against the wall. I straddled him, removing my shirt as I did. I took his hands and ran them up my thighs, across my ass, up the sides of my body, and eventually resting upon my exposed breasts. I moaned as I controlled his touch.

Blake was shocked. He didn't know how to react. I was about to take things even further. I unbuttoned his pants and began to pull them down, along with his boxers. His cock was rock hard. I bent down and sucked on it for a moment lubricating it with my spit. Blake moaned in pleasure as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, expertly moving my tongue around it. He began grabbing my tits, causing me to moan.

After a minute, I pulled myself up. Blake looked puzzled and pleaded with his eyes for me to continue sucking him off. I had something better planned. I slipped my thong off and positioned myself over his throbbing cock. I looked into his eyes as I slowly lowered myself onto onto his pole, watching as he moaned in ecstasy. When I reached bottom, I looked at him with a sexy smirk. I was going to play with him like he had done to me one week earlier. His eyes were begging for me to ride him as hard as I could. I wanted him to say it.

"Do you want more?"

"Fuck yes, Kaitlin."

"I want you to beg."

"Come on baby, ride me as hard as you can. Please? I need it, I want it. Please, Kaitlin!" I waited a few more beats, building the intensity.

I obliged. I rose up his shaft slowly, then came back down. I kept the slow rhythm at first. Blake moaned and continued to beg for me to go faster. I continued to build speed as I rode his cock. It was just as amazing as I had remembered. 

Soon we were both moaning and panting loudly. I didn't care if Desiree heard. Fuck her. I was claiming him for my own. The voice in my head was silent, drowned out by our moans. 

I grabbed my nipples, playing with them as I slammed into Blake's cock over and over. My pleasure intensified from the additional sensation. I was close to an orgasm. Blake's moans grew louder at the sight of me touching myself. 

Suddenly, Blake grabbed my hips and slammed in a few final thrusts before erupting inside of me, spilling drop upon drop of semen deep inside me. This sent me over the edge. I screamed out as a flood of warmth rushed through me. I shook at the peak of my orgasm, riding it back down into reality and into Blake's arms.

He held me close. We were both covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I felt him go limp inside me, but neither of us made any effort to move for some time. 

I finally rolled off of him. The force of my orgasm had zapped all the energy out of me. I couldn't move. 

Blake got up. A fear began to course through me, as I thought he would flee again.

"You're a girl who makes it very hard for me to go," he chuckled, stroking my cheek. "Or is that your way of asking me to stay?"

"You're not going anywhere," I laughed.

Blake picked me up and carried me to my room. He laid me down, naked in my bed, then climbed in next to me.

He pulled me in close, kissing me gently. I laid my head on his chest listening to his heart beat until we fell asleep.



Blake Ch. 04



When I awoke from my peaceful slumber, my bed was empty. It was late into the morning, so I figured Blake had gone out into the living room to play "boyfriend" to Desiree. I grabbed some clothes and hurried out to the living room. I was so eager to see him, even though I had to pretend he wasn't mine.

I was disappointed to find that Blake was not in the apartment. Desiree was sitting on the couch with a runny nose and a cough.

"Where's Blake? Shouldn't he be taking care of you?" My mind momentarily flashed back to the night before. During our intimate encounter, we had failed to keep our moans quite. Had Desiree heard? Did she throw Blake out as a result? I stood there, holding my breath in fear.

"Oh, g'dmorn'ng," she said through a stuffy nose. "Yea, he went out to get me some soup. We were all out this morn'ng." 

I was relieved. 

"Oh. What a nice guy! Is there anything I can get you in his absence? Some tea, water, another blanket?" I really wasn't that concerned about Desiree. I was using her needs as a time filler until Blake got back.

"Um, yea. Some tea would be nice." Every word was stuffy. I tried to suppress a laugh as I headed to the kitchen. 

I sat in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil. I thought about the night before. I had almost thrown away the best thing that had ever happened to me over some moral code. For once, I was glad I listened to my body instead of my head. I thought about what our future held. The possibility of one day being his without the burden of Desiree brought a smile to my face.

I was snapped out of my daydream by the whistling of the kettle. I pulled it off the burner and began to make Desiree's tea. I had just delivered it to her when a knock came at the door.

"I got it," I shouted as I excitedly ran to the door. Of course, Blake was standing there on the other side, smiling his sexy smile. I could tell he was happy to see me as his eyes lit up.

"Hey sexy," he whispered soft enough so only I could hear. "How are you this morning?"

"Wonderful!" I replied with a beaming smile. He winked at me as he crossed the threshold of the door.

In an instant, he turned into Desiree's Blake. 

"How's my sick little lady? Are you feeling any better this morning?"

"I did when you walked into the door." She tried to sound sexy, but it just came off as funny with her stuffy nose. She moved to kiss him when he reached her. He pulled away before she could.

"Sorry, Des. It will do us no good if we're both sick." She pouted as she sipped her tea. 

"And I have more bad news. I have to go out of town tonight for work."

"That's not fair. I'm sick and I need you here." She just sounded pathetic now.

"I know Des, but this is a really big sale and the boss needs me there. I'll be back on Monday. I'm sure Kaitlin won't mind taking care of you til I get back."

"Yea, Desiree. I still have a couple days left of vacation. I don't mind helping you."

"Fine," she said pouting like a three year old.

Blake and I laughed at her misfortune. This made her incredibly pissed. Blake tried cheering her up.

"You sound so cute when you're sick," he said kissing her cheek.

She half-heartedly chuckled before saying her goodbyes and going to her room to rest. 

When her door was firmly closed, Blake turned his attention to me. There was a burning desire in his eyes that grew in intensity as he approached me. When he finally reached me, he grabbed me, pulling me close, and passionately kissed me. The kiss was intense as his tongue easily slipped into my mouth and found mine. I couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure as his hands ran over my body. 

When he finally broke our kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine and gazed into my eyes.

"You have no idea how hard it was not to do that right in front of her," he chuckled. 

"I have the urge to rip all your clothes off and fuck you here in the middle of the living room. So I think I have a pretty good idea." We both shared a soft laugh before he kissed me again.

When we finally separated, I asked, "So are you actually going out of town or is this your way of inviting me out tonight?"

"I wish it was the latter, but sadly I'm headed out in an hour. I have to be at the airport in fifteen minutes so I have to leave like now. I wanted to give you some information before I left."

"Okay," I said, slightly heartbroken. I was hoping to spend another evening with him, to make up for almost leaving. 

"I can't stay away from you for any length of time without going crazy, so last night, I programmed my number in your phone. It's saved under Taylor." It was his last name. "I'll text you tonight to see if you can chat. Make sure you're alone." I was confused by that last bit, but I didn't question it. He gave me one last passionate kiss, then left. 

***

Taking care of Desiree was a headache. The entire time I heard her bitch and complain about missing Blake. On several occasions, I was tempted to blurt out the she wasn't the one he missed. So around eight o'clock I gave her the same medication Blake had and she was out cold in a matter of minutes. 

I went to my room to await Blake's text message. I wondered what he planned tonight that required me to be alone. 

At nine o'clock, Blake finally texted me, telling me he was alone and to call when I was as well. I immediately called him. I couldn't wait to hear his voice.

"Hey, beautiful." I loved when he called me that.

"Hey, handsome. How was your flight?"

"Would've been better had you been there."

"Aw, you're so sweet. So why did I have to be alone for this conversation?"

"Well, I hate not being able to be with you tonight, especially after our amazing night together. So, I wanted to know if you would be open to having some phone sex?"

"What?" I had never considered it before. I didn't even know what phone sex entailed.

"It's easy. You just tell me what you would do to me if I was there with you. I'll do the same." 

I felt awkward. I had never been one to spill the intimate details of my sex life to anyone. How was I supposed to describe our sex in a way that would get him off?

"If you want, I can start us off?" 

"Okay." I was just going to have to follow his lead and hope for the best.

"I wish I was there right now. I would have you stripped naked, lying on your bed. I would spread your legs wide and bury my tongue deep inside you." As he spoke, I remembered back to our first night together and how he had done exactly that. The memory mixed with his description made my juices flow. 

"I would take my thumb and circle your clit, making you moan. Then I'd stick one finger inside you, moving it I and out slowly." I made his descriptions physical reality. I let out a light moan. The chuckle on the other end of the line confirmed he had heard it. 

"Then, I'd stick another finger in, moving faster and with more intensity." I wasn't ready to cum yet. I cut him off.

"I'd push you off of me, stripping you completely naked. I'd straddle you, rubbing my pussy against the tip of your thick, throbbing cock." I couldn't believe the words that had escaped my lips. It was like I had become a completely different woman. I was driven to drive him insane.

"Yea, Kaitlin? Give me more," he begged, his breathing becoming labored. I could only assume he was jerking off.

"I would pinch my nipples and rub my clit, all for you to see."

"Don't toy with me, sweetie. Give it to me."

"I'd slam myself down on your cock, riding it up and down." My own words were fueling my orgasm as I continued to finger myself. I thought about the last time we had sex and how I rode him hard and fast. My fingers picked up speed and they moved in and out, pounding into me as hard as possible.

"I'd grab your hips and slam into you as hard as possible. Over and over as you scream in pleasure," Blake interjected. His breathing was more sporadic and I could here he was close to climax. I wanted to meet him there.

I circled my clit with one hand and pushed three fingers into my aching pussy with the other. A few more hard thrusts later and I was overwhelmed.

I moaned loudly into the receiver. 

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. I'm almost there." I wanted to help him along.

"Fuck me, Blake. Yes, just like that," I moaned. It was enough to push him over the edge as he moaned in release. I could hear his shaky breathing on the other end. 

What I thought would be an awkward experience had been better than I had imagined. I laid there in silence, waiting for Blake to say something.

"How was that for you, Kaitlin?"

"Amazing, although I wish you were here in person."

"I know, but just wait til Monday. I have something spectacular planned for us."

***

Monday morning came and I was relieved to get back to my daily grind. My vacation had been an overall success, even with the bumps in the road. I was happy to have some structure back. I was also happy because Blake would be coming home today from his work trip. I couldn't wait to see him. 

When I walked into the office, something was very different. Hundreds of boxes were strewn about and everyone was packing up. Had the company really gone to hell while I was gone?

"Hey Katie," James shouted, running over to meet me. "How was your vacation?"

"Okay. What the hell is all this?"

"Oh, great news. Our company has been purchased and their merging us with their advertising department. Today is my last day. I'm heading over to sign the paperwork now." He gestured for me to follow him. 

"I can see how that is great news for you and the company, but you do realize that leaves me jobless, right?"

"Don't worry, Katie. I'll see to it that they keep you on staff. You're too good at your job to be unemployed." He held the door open to the limo, motioning for me to get in. 

James talked to his lawyer for much of the ride over as they looked over the legal documents. I was nervous. I had enjoyed my job for years and was lucky to have a boss like James who cared about me. I didn't want to be thrown into a company that would treat me like a number.

The building we arrived at was massive, easily forty stories tall. We were led inside and up to the twenty-second floor. We entered a conference room to meet the CEO, but I wasn't expecting who I saw.

"Hello, James. Who is this lovely lady?" The man said, taking my hand and planting a light kiss upon it. 

"This is my loyal assistant of five years, Kaitlin Stevens." I could tell James was laying it on thick to help me.

"Arthur Owens, CEO of AdVanceMent Capital." Arthur was an older man, easily in his sixties. 

"This is my son and CFO, Vance," he gestured to his left. His son stood, shaking my hand and giving me a perfect smile.

Vance was a striking man, no older than his early thirties. He had thick black hair and steely gray eyes. He looked like a statue of a Greek god come to life. Yet he was not the one who made my breath catch in my throat.

"And this is the successor to my empire," he said, gesturing to his right, "Blake Taylor."

I wasn't imagining. He was right in front of me. I froze. I didn't know how to respond. Of course Blake knew the script, assuring me with his signature sexy grin.

"Very nice to meet you, Miss Stevens." He extended his hand. I hesitated only a moment, before regaining my composure. 

"Likewise." 

My heart was racing at his touch. By the way he introduced himself to me, I could tell no one knew of our relationship, nor did he signal that he knew me at all. I thought it best to play along, but my physical instinctive reaction was making it difficult. If I didn't regain control, I was going to give our secret away.

He was not making it easy on me. He was dressed in a gray tailored suit with a white shirt and a black tie. His hair was combed, not a strand out of place. He held my gaze. I was mesmerized by his icy blue eyes. I could feel my knees growing weak, remembering all the things we had done in the last week. All I wanted was for him to throw me down on the conference table and take me.

When he pulled his hand away, I was finally able to come back to reality. I had to focus. This was my job and I had to make sure I made a good impression on my potential employers. I wasn't going to rely on Blake to hire me. I wanted to earn this job.

We all sat down as the discussions began. I diligently took notes on everything. I still couldn't help but steal an occasional look at Blake, who was focused on the deal at hand. He was even sexier when he was being professional. I squirmed a little in my chair as I began to get wet. 

"So, all I need is your signature and we can get this move underway," Arthur said, his lawyer sliding a document across the table to James. He signed it.

Arthur then turned his attention to me.

"Now we just have to find a place for you. Someone with your skill set should be at the top," he said, examining my employee profile. "Vance, when does your assistant leave?" Vance's eyes lit up at the thought of having me be his assistant. I'm sure he had plans for me to assist him in ways that weren't part of my job description.

"Arthur, this girl has worked with the president of her company for five years. She knows how it functions and I can only assume the employees know and trust her," Blake protested. "Are you really telling me she would be of use to the head of financing?"  

"Well, what do you suggest, Blake?"

Blake reached for my profile. He already knew everything about me from our night at the hotel bar, but he had to act ignorant. It wouldn't bode well if anyone knew that we know each other, let alone that we were fucking.

"Her degree is even in marketing and advertising. If you want to use her to her full potential, have her be my assistant. She can help me with the merger."

"But you have Cindy. You can't honestly believe you can have two assistants," Vance rebutted. He had a point. In that moment, I thought Blake had been defeated. But he had one more trick up his sleeve.

"You take her. She's in over her head at my office anyways. She can take the slower pace of the finance office easily."

Vance was offended by the jab and him and his department. He was about to strike back when Arthur put an end to their pointless fighting.

"Gentlemen, there is no need to fight over the young lady. I apologize for the behavior of these two, Miss Stevens. They are after all men," he joked. He turned his attention to Vance. "Blake presents a very valid point, so Vance, Cindy will be your new assistant." It was evident that Vance was not pleased.

I had trouble suppressing my happiness. I was going to be seeing much more of Blake. I had always shied away from mixing business and pleasure, but I actually looked forward to working with him. I was hoping to get a step up on Desiree and maybe push her out of the picture sooner. 

"Blake, why don't you show the young lady to her new office and break the news to Cindy," Arthur commanded as he rose. "James, Vance and I will show you the workspace for your employees. Hopefully it will be to your satisfaction."

Everyone exited the conference room. Vance was hungrily scanning me with my eyes. I have never felt so uncomfortable. I was comforted when Blake came up behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me towards the elevator without a word, and remained silent until the doors closed.

"Hey sweetheart," he said, turning to me. 

"Hey. So is this your way of keeping extra tabs on me? Buying the company I work for? Seems stalkerish," I joked.

"Well, I should credit you with the finding of the company. When you told me where you worked, I looked into it to make sure no crazy guys worked there. I wanted to be sure you were safe. However, the acquisition is purely business. You guys have done some great work for us in the past and our ad department sucks." He turned towards the elevator keypad and swiped his ID badge and entered a code before picking floor thirty-three.

"So, do you actually think I'm qualified or was that fight to keep me with you?" I asked. 

"Yes, you are qualified. Usually, I don't go against what Arthur wants, however I couldn't let you work with Vance. His assistants don't last long since he sleeps with all of them. I want to keep you around for a while," he said with a smile. I returned his smile. It was touching how he looked out for me. 

We arrived at the thirty-third floor. I was not what I had expected for an office. As we walked through the floor, we passed at least a dozen conference rooms. 

"I thought we were headed for your office," I asked as we turned a corner. We had reached a dead end. Blake moved to open the door on the left.

"We will, but I wanted to stop off here first," he replied gesturing me to enter. "This is the conference level which is still marked as under construction, even though it is only missing security cameras. We won't be interrupted here."

He closed the door behind him, locking it. He then proceeded to close all the blinds in the room. I was starting to put all of the pieces together. 

When he returned to where I was standing, he was no longer being professional. He took my face in his hand and brought me in for a kiss. As his mouth moved with mine, he brought me in closer to his body. I could already feel his cock pitching in his pants. I couldn't help but smile through his kiss. He pulled away, gazing into my eyes.

"I never want to be away from you again, Kaitlin. And there is no way I can wait til tonight to be with you," he said as he began undoing the buttons of my blouse. 

I followed his lead, removing his jacket and tie. I had never done anything like this before. Like Blake, I couldn't wait to get him home. I had to have him now. I wasn't even thinking about the consequences if we were caught. I just needed him. 

It wasn't long before both of us had our shirts off. He worked at my bra while I placed kisses upon his chest muscles and worked at freeing his dick from his pants. I couldn't wait to taste it.

When Blake finally freed by breasts, he slammed me down onto the conference table. He was being rougher than usual, but it was turning me on. He pinned me to the table when he climbed on top of me. He began sucking on my nipples, gripping them lightly with his teeth, then twisting them. I did my best to hold in a moan. I didn't want anyone to hear us.

"Moan for me, baby. No one will be able to hear you."

I let loose, moaning loudly as Blake continued his attack on my nipples. He grabbed my right breast, squeezing tightly while he licked circles around the nipple of my left. My moans grew louder as he continued to lick. Pressure was building between my legs and I could feel an orgasm nearing its peak. Blake moved his mouth to my neck, kissing and licking it as he tweaked both my nipples. My moans had turned into light screams of pleasure. That was all I could take. A wave of warmth washed through my body as my orgasm took hold of me. I threw my head back and screamed out. Blake didn't slow down. He continued to attack my nipples and began grinding his crotch between my legs. 

I wasn't the only one who was going to get pleasure. I pushed Blake off me. He was confused by my action. I gave him a sexy smirk as I knelt down to the floor, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprang free, greeting me. I took it in my hand, my fingers barely able to reach around it. I teased him by licking the tip. He gasped at my touch. My tongue continued to maneuver down the shaft slowly until I reached the base. His moans grew the further I traveled.

I took him completely in my mouth. I slowly moved down, acclimating my throat to his girth. Blake's breathing grew more labored. His hand traveled to the back of my head, slamming his cock into the back of my throat. I let out a moan as I picked up the pace. 




Blake Ch. 04



I continued sucking his cock, moving my tongue around the shaft. His moaning grew more intense and I knew he was close to coming.

Blake pulled his dick out of my mouth, leaving me whimpering from its absence. He lifted me up, slamming me back onto the table. He hiked up my skirt and pulled down my leggings. Using his teeth, he slid my thong down, exposing my shaven pussy. 

I was already drenched from my first orgasm. Blake licked the inside of my thighs. I gasped in delight as his tongue continued to travel up. In one quick move, he buried his face into my awaiting vagina, maneuvering his tongue as far inside as he could. I shrieked in pleasure, thrashing my head from side to side. I was so close to another orgasm. His tongue probed in and out of my dripping hole. I couldn't contain myself anymore as another orgasm exploded through me.

Blake came up to kiss me. I could taste myself as his tongue swam around in my mouth. I could feel him reposition his cock to the entrance of my pussy. He began teasing me, rubbing it up and down my outer lips. I tried to wiggle myself down onto his penis, but he had me pinned as he continued his teasing.

"Blake, quite teasing me," I begged. "I need you, now!"

It was like he had been waiting for permission. He slammed into me full force, shaking the table beneath us. I screamed in ecstasy as he constantly attacked my pussy with his dick. I met him thrust for thrust, increasing the pleasure for both of us. It was not long before I achieved my third orgasm. I threw my head back, screaming in pleasure as warmth coursed through me.

It was not long until Blake met his climax. He pulled me down off the table and jammed his dick in my mouth. A few powerful thrusts later, he shot his load down my throat. I moaned as I took every drop of the sweet, salty liquid and swallowed it.

Blake removed his dick, collapsing to the floor. We were both covered in sweat, panting to regain our composure. He chuckled lightly and I couldn't help but smile in return, as we both realized what we had done. If this was any indicator of how my work day would be, I knew I was going to love this job.



Blake Ch. 05



I walked into my apartment, carrying a box full of stuff from my office. I nearly ran into Kurt as he was coming out the door. He said nothing to me, just smiled as he passed.

"Hey Kate," Desiree chimed as I shut the door behind me. "Oh my God, did you get fired?" She asked, noticing the box.

"Oh, no. My company was bought out by AdVanceMent Capital. I'm working there starting tomorrow, so I had to clean out my desk since I'm moving buildings."

"Wait! You're working for Blake's company? Are you going to be Blake's assistant?" Desiree was grilling me for information. I was tentative to divulge anything, but I knew I had no choice if I wanted to avoid any suspicion.

"Easy there, Desiree. They just told me to show up tomorrow. You can ask pretty boy when he gets here."

"I really hope you are. I hate Cindy. She's always after Blake. I can't trust her, but I know you wouldn't make a pass at him." 

Wow! She really didn't consider me a threat. I smirked to myself. I could only imagine her reaction if she knew Blake and I have been sleeping together, let alone had sex at his work mere hours ago. I almost felt bad for her. Almost.

In all of her questioning, I had almost forgotten about Kurt. I couldn't let her off the hook that easily.

"So, I just ran into Kurt. I thought that was a one-time thing."

"Okay, it was a two time thing. Blake was gone the whole weekend and he hasn't touched me since I got sick. I needed a little release. It won't happen again."

"It's none of my business, but shouldn't you be honest with Blake? I mean he seems to really care about you. Doesn't he deserve the truth?" It was a long shot, but I had to try something. I knew Desiree deserved the truth too, but I was trying to avoid taking the bullet. If she broke up with Blake and ran back to Kurt, I wouldn't have to tell her anything.

"You're right, but I can't afford to lose him. Please don't tell him, Kate," she begged.

It would only be a matter of time, I knew, but I wasn't patient. I began to protest when the front door opened. 

"Blakey-bear!" She shrieked, running into his arms. He pulled her close, kissing her. I could hear her let out a moan. Her kisses grew more intense. I had to look away as their interaction made me sick to my stomach.

"How is my little lady?" He asked when they finally broke apart.

"Better now that you're home," she said, nuzzling into his neck. "How was your trip?" She planted kisses as she anticipated his answer.

"Pretty good. We bought a new advertising company," he said through labored breathing. He was enjoying Desiree's intimate touch. They began kissing again, her fingers diligently undoing his buttons.

I couldn't watch anymore of this. I escaped to my room. A lump began to grow in my throat. Why was this bothering me so much? Blake and I had a casual relationship, purely based on our sexual chemistry. Yea we were friends, but it couldn't be more than that. I knew coming into this that he was Desiree's boyfriend and that she came first. Any other placement would expose our secret. 

Tears began to spill over my eyes. Why was I crying? Get a hold of yourself, Katie. I wasn't going to get attached romantically, especially since Blake was with Desiree.

My emotional anguish was worsened by the sounds of moans and screams coming from outside my room.

"Fuck me, Blake! Oh God!" Desiree screamed out in enjoyment. 

"Oh, Des. I missed fucking this pussy," he retorted. I could hear him slamming into her over and over again. Her moans of pleasure assured me she was enjoying his assault.

I couldn't stay there any longer. The more they enjoyed each other's bodies, the more the pit in my stomach grew. I was starting to feel sick. I had to get out of there.

I rushed out into the living room, grabbing my coat and my purse. I passed by Desiree's opened bedroom door. Desiree was spread on the bed, her legs pinned back behind her ears by Blake's muscular arms. Blake was kneeling, his dick slamming into her quickly, all the way to the base. A thick, black dildo was jammed into Desiree's ass, increasing their pleasure. Both were breathing heavily and sweat was trickling down Blake's face from his exertion. Had it been anyone else, this would have been the hottest sex I've ever witnessed. 

But after the momentary shock of what I was witnessing, the flood of emotions overtook me again. I headed for the door and away from my hell.

I made my way out of my apartment building. I had no idea where I was going; I just had to get away from Blake and Desiree. Why was this bothering me so much? I knew he was dating her and of course they would be having sex. He had no commitment to me. I had the opportunity to avoid this the night Blake confronted me in the bathroom. I chose this. As tears began to roll down my face, I knew I made the wrong choice.

"Miss Stevens?" a voice said when I reached the sidewalk. 

I quickly wiped away the tears from my face and looked up. I was shocked and confused.

"Hello. I'm Vance Owens, CFO of AdVanceMent Capital. We met this morning."

"Uh, yea. I remember," I said trying to compose myself.

"I'm sorry to arrive here unannounced. I came to apologize for my behavior today. I got the sense that I made you uncomfortable."

"It's fine, but thanks for your concern." I was thankful for his consideration, but Vance had been the furthest thing from my mind.

"Um, if you're not doing anything right now, how about I take you out for a drink? You'll come to find that I'm actually rather nice," he said with his charming smile.

Part of me wanted to be alone and stew. But I didn't want to think about what I had just witnessed upstairs. I needed a distraction and it appeared that my prayers had been answered in the form of Vance.

"Okay. One drink."

***

"So, he really answered the phone?" Vance asked in shock.

"Yea. Probably my worst post-sex experience ever," I laughed, taking another gulp of my drink. 

Vance and I had been talking for over an hour. I was finding his company enjoyable. He appeared to show genuine interest in me. He asked questions concerning both my personal and professional life, and listened intently as I responded. I wasn't sure if this was all a ruse to get into my pants but at this moment, I didn't care. 

"He sounds like a major dick, whoever he was." I hadn't told him that the story was my first time with Blake. No need to give him ammo against him.

I laughed. Almost like clockwork, my phone went off again. It was like Blake knew I was talking about him. He had been texting me for the last half hour. I hadn't responded yet. I was in no mood to talk with him right now. 

My phone started ringing. Vance saw the contact over my shoulder.

"Let me get that for ya," he said, taking the phone from my hand. Before I could stop him, he answered.

"Hey, Blake. Can't you wait to harass your assistant until tomorrow, when we start paying her?"

"Vance, what the hell are you doing with Kaitlin?" Blake sounded angry.

"Well, I thought I'd be a gentleman and apologize to the young lady for my behavior by buying her a drink or two." We were on our sixth round. Whoops!

"Well, I'm at her apartment and I have a bunch of documents I need her to sign before work tomorrow."

"Come join us!" Vance offered.

"No, thanks." Blake was getting more irritated. "Can you get her back here, now?"

"Fine, fine. Buzz kill. We're leaving now," he said and hung up.

He handed my phone back.

"Well, all good things must come to an end," he chuckled as we gathered our things and left.

***

I was a little tipsy as I walked up to my apartment. I was insistent to Vance that I could make it up the steps without his help. Clearly I was wrong. I couldn't help but laugh as I stumbled up the last few steps to the landing of my floor.

I tried to compose myself before heading into my apartment to face Blake and Desiree. My key didn't even make it to the lock before Blake opened the door. I tried to act sober, but after seeing his face, I burst out laughing and collapsed onto him.

"What the hell? I thought it was one drink?" Blake asked, helping me into the living room and placing me on the couch.

"Mhm, more like six," I giggled. 

"What the hell were you thinking, Kaitlin?" he said, bringing a hand to my face.

"I was thinking getting drunk was better than listening to you and Desiree fucking all night. Speaking of the bimbo, where is she?"

"She went out shopping for the party on Friday. Why were you with Vance?"

"Why does it matter to you? You don't own me," I retorted, pushing his hand away.

"Because all he is trying to do is sleep with you. He has no concern for your feelings, Kaitlin."

"And you do?" I jumped up. I lost my balance as the alcohol went rushing back to my head. Blake tried to steady me, but I was so angry with him, I didn't want him to touch me. I pushed him away and started to stumble back to my room.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, following me.

"Are you really that oblivious, Blake? You tell me you care about me and my feelings, yet you fuck my roommate without a second thought."

"She's my girlfriend."

"A girlfriend who you could give two shits about," I was yelling now. I was so enraged by his excuse that I didn't care who heard me. I was determined to give him a piece of my mind.

"It's not what you thi-"

"You know what I think, Blake? I think you are what you say Vance is. I think you fuck girls without thinking about the consequences. The difference? You try to act like you're a better man, but you're not. I'm not your property, Blake. You can't tell me what or who I can do."

His face went from concern to anger in an instant.

"If you don't want to listen to me, fine! But don't act like you know what I'm all about. You know nothing."

"I know when I'm being taking advantage of Blake. And if you think you can continue to sleep with me one moment, then forget about me the next, you're dead wrong."

I slammed the door in his face. Blake had ruined everything. I didn't care what the consequences were for what I had just said to him. I didn't care if he fired me or told Desiree everything. I wasn't going to let him control me anymore. 

It was clear to me in my inebriated state that he didn't care about me like he had said. I had fallen for his charms yet again. I made the choice to let him stay in my life that night. I wish I had just let him walk away. Instead, the emotional pain of being the other woman was taking its toll. I laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

***

"Are you almost ready, Kate? I'm not going to be late to my first company party."

I was about ready to snap at Desiree. For the last week she had been pestering me about the merger party. She didn't work for the company, yet she wanted to know everything about everyone who would be attending. She wanted to show herself off to the world as Blake's future wife. She put far too much work into this sickening image.

"Almost ready," I shouted out to her.

I evaluated myself in the mirror. My long hair was pulled back into a tight, low bun. A few strands had escaped, turning the look from professional to elegant. I chose to wear a tight fitting, navy blue cocktail dress with thin straps. There was a subtle hint of cleavage, as I didn't want to fully display it at a business function. Overall, I was classy, but sexy. 

I stepped out into the living room. Desiree was already waiting to go. She decided to take the slutty approach to this event. Her hair was down and messy, like she had been freshly fucked. She wore a super tight, strapless red dress. Her dress was so tight that it pushed her beasts up, barely concealing her nipples. The hem of the dress didn't even reach mid-thigh. There were side panel cutouts on the dress that started just below her breasts and stopped just below her hips. It was obvious that she was not wearing any panties. Any man at this party would be drooling over her.

"Blake's in the limo downstairs," Desiree said, heading for the door.

The last week had been awkward to say the least. After my blowup, I didn't talk to Blake until the next day at work. Even there, we didn't address our unresolved issues. We only spoke to each other on work matters and kept our conversations brief. I felt no need to apologize for my behavior.

"There's my sexy, little lady," Blake greeted Desiree as she walked down the steps of our building. She immediately melded into his arms and planted a kiss on him. His eyes drifted to me, before his kiss became more eager. Desiree let out a moan. I know I was the one who called things off between Blake and me, but I couldn't help feel a ping of jealousy. I wished that was me. 

His appearance wasn't making it any easier. He wore a black suit and black shirt, tailored. This time the splash of color was a blue tie that matched the color of his eyes. His hair was slightly spiked in the front. He was sexy. He was perfect.

"Mhm, it's good to see you too, Blakey-Bear!" Desiree slid into the limo. Blake looked at me with a smirk before following suit.

The entire ride over, Desiree wouldn't stop hanging all over Blake. She had one of her legs slung over his lap. Her hands moved around his chest while she planted kisses on his neck and lips. She wasn't the only one misbehaving. Blake ran his hand up her thigh to her ass. He returned her kisses, but went a step further by kissing the top of her breasts. My ping of jealousy was growing, and judging by the Blake's side eye gaze, that was exactly what he had been counting on.

We arrived at my stop just short of the hotel that was hosting the event. Being that I was not an executive or the date of one, I couldn't take the media entrance. I couldn't be happier to get out of the car. 

I made my way into the hotel through a side entrance. The hall was already crowded with various low level managers from my company, as well as a few minor investors. I quickly made my way to the bar for a drink. If I was going to survive the night, I wanted to be liquored up.

From the bar, I could see Desiree and Blake parade through the flashbulbs. Her hands were all over him, claiming him for her own. Blake made no effort to push her away. At one point, he looked over to me. He pulled Desiree in closer, smirking his signature, sexy smirk. He was really going out of his way to make me jealous. It was working. I turned to the bartender.

"Shot of tequila." 

"Isn't that a little much for a lady?" a voice said behind me. "Then again, you're no ordinary woman, are you Kaitlin?"

"Glad to see a friendly face, Vance," I said, grabbing my drink and throwing it back.

Over the last week, Vance and I had become close. My work kept me in the office all day, but on multiple occasions, Vance had shown up to keep me company. He often brought me lunch and made it his mission to make me laugh. He was my closest friend at the office. His presence also kept Blake in his office for the most part, which was exactly where I wanted him. 

"So what's the cause for the tequila? This is supposed to be a happy event." Vance knew I only took shots of tequila when I wanted to get wasted.

"Here comes my roommate to ruin my day," I said, signaling for another round. 

I gestured towards the door, where Blake and Desiree were just entering. Vance took notice of them as Desiree pulled Blake towards us.

"Oh, Christ. Well, if I have to deal with both of their shit, I might as well be drunk too." He took the shot from my hand and slammed it back. I chuckled and ordered us another round as Desiree and Blake came closer.

"Oh my God, Kaitlin. Did you see us out there? We looked picture perfect, didn't we?" Desiree said, smashing her body into Blake's. Her boobs looked ready to pop out of her dress.

"Oh yea," I said sarcastically, taking another shot.

"So who's your cute friend, Kaitlin?" Desiree asked flirtatiously.

"Vance Owens, CFO of AdVanceMent Capital," he said, shaking her hand. "And you should consider putting on some clothes. You're at a business function, not a strip club." He pulled his hand back, and turned back to his drink.

Desiree was in shock. She was not used to guys speaking her the way Vance did. A small chuckle escaped my lips. Desiree's shock turned to anger as she glared at me. She turned her attention to Blake, waiting for him to come to her defense. He looked distracted. His jealous smirk had become a look of concern. Vance presence was making him anxious. Thankful the awkward tension was relieved by an unfamiliar face.

"There's my little girl," a booming voice shouted from across the room.

"DADDY!" Desiree screamed, stumbling across the hall into her father's arms. She started pulling him towards us. He was a large man, almost as tall as Vance, yet twice as wide. He was clean shaven with silver hair. He wore a gray designer suit with a black tie. 

I hadn't met Desiree's father before, nor had I any intention of doing so. Now I was forced to meet him at the worst possible time.

"Here. You'll need this," Vance said, handing me another shot. Blake glared as I took it, urging me not to. I was defiant and threw it back. 

"Blake Taylor, the man of the hour," her father said, grasping Blake's hand.

"Mr. Daniels, glad you could make it."

"Please, Blake. Call me Carl. I was impressed with your finding of this small company, and I think it is a great investment. The future of AdVanceMent is bright with you at the helm."

Listening to all this ass kissing made me want to vomit. Or that might have been the tequila.

"Daddy, this is my roommate, Kaitlin. She's Blake's new assistant."

I faced the burly man as he took my hand. His grasp was firm. I felt like my hand was being crushed.

"Very nice to meet you. It must be difficult having my daughter for a roommate. Especially given you have to see your boss after hours." I see where Desiree got her smug attitude.

"I manage."

"I bet you do."

He faced Desiree. 

"My darling, there are some people I would like to introduce you to. It was nice to meet you Kaitlin. Vance." He finally acknowledged him with a simple head nod and a look of disgust.

"Mr. Daniels," Vance replied, raising his glass. He had a look of indifference.

With that, the trio left to explore the hall. 

"Well, he certainly doesn't like you."

"Yea, that's because I called his daughter a bitch when he tried to set me up on blind date with her." I nearly chocked on my drink. No one had ever been that vocal about their dislike towards Desiree, and I am sure no one has been vocal towards her father.

"What?"

"He tried to set me up with her and I asked what she was like. He told me and I said she sounded like a bitch." I couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't wrong. I was glad there was someone I could share my dislike of Desiree.

"I can't understand how a guy like Blake is with a woman like her," I wondered out loud.

"Beats me. Personally, I prefer classy to trashy."

I looked back to the two of them. Desiree had her body pushed up against Blake, her tits about to burst. He was looking straight down her dress as she talked. A large smile was spreading across his face. I didn't know if this was another ploy to make me jealous or if he was really was enjoying the view. Either way, my anger bubbled up inside. 

I needed another drink. 

I slammed back a couple more drinks, until the bartender cut us off. I was nowhere near wasted enough to deal with Blake and Desiree in the same room. I was about to go home and call it a night.

"Want to dance?" Vance asked abruptly. I spent the whole night stewing in the corner. Vance had been with me the whole time. I figured the least I could do is reward him for his troubles.

"Sure, but I'm not any good," I warned.

Vance expertly swung me into his arms. He placed his hands on my lower back, while I reached up to lock my hands around the back of his neck. We slowly drifted to the sound of soft jazz music. It was relaxing.




Blake Ch. 05



"How is it that a guy like you couldn't get a date to a party like this?" I asked, my head resting on his chest.

"Haven't you heard? I'm promiscuous. I don't like being tied down, not just yet. Besides, I was certain that Blake would have protested to me taking you."

"What do you mean?" I was playing dumb. I didn't want it to get out that I was sleeping with Blake, especially since he was publicly tied to Desiree.

"For example, since you and I have started dancing, he hasn't stopped glaring at me."

Vance swayed around, giving me a view of Blake and Desiree. Desiree was pulling Blake's hands to her ass, but he gave no notice. His eyes were fixated on Vance and me. He was watching our every move, waiting to jump if Vance went too far. It was obvious. Blake was incredibly jealous. The tables were turning and Blake was going to get beat at his own game.

"I know there is more going on between you and Blake, Kaitlin," Vance whispered into my ear. "I could smell the sex when you rejoined our group the day I met you."

Vance moved his head down to my exposed shoulder, kissing it as he spoke.

"My question is, how good a lay must you be for him to jeopardize everything?"

I didn't move my gaze to look at Vance. I stayed fixated on Blake, as he tried to read the situation. In that moment, I thought back to Blake fucking Desiree. I remembered how enraged I was and how much it had hurt me. I had wanted him to feel what I felt. I looked right at Blake as I spoke my response.

"Why don't you find out?"

I could feel Vance's smile grow across his face. He took me by the hand and led me towards the elevators. I just stared at Blake as I was pulled further away. A look of pure horror came across his face as he realized what was about to happen. There was nothing he could do, but watch.

Vance didn't even bother to wait until the elevator door was closed before he pushed me up against the wall. He pinned my arms above my head easily with one hand, while his other hand grabbed at my breasts. He smashed his lips into mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He was aggressive and forceful. I wasn't used to such power. This was only the beginning.

Vance continued his aggression until the elevator reached his floor. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me to his room not far down the hall. His powerful hand grabbed at my ass. I couldn't help but let out a small yelp of pain. What had I gotten myself into?

Vance opened the door and quickly made his way into the bedroom of the suite, carrying me all the way. Once in, he slammed the bedroom door closed with his foot and threw me onto the bed.

Vance stared at me as he quickly removed all his clothing. His dick was already hard. He wasn't as large as Blake was, but he still was an enjoyable size. He took note of my staring.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be nice and soaked before this enters you. It won't hurt. Much." Vance said with pride. He climbed on top of me. It was there that he continued where we had left off in the elevator.

Vance found my mouth and pushed hard against it with his lips. The second I took a breath, he slid his tongue back in. He swirled his tongue around mine, but didn't let up his aggression. I could hardly breathe. His hands worked to strip me of my clothing. His right hand slipped to my side and pulled at the zipper of my dress. He broke away for a moment to remove my dress, leaving my tits exposed. He hungrily latched on to my left nipple, sucking, nibbling and licking it. Soon, his nibbles turned into small bites. I let out a shriek of pain, but the more he did it, the more pleasurable it became. I wasn't familiar with this sensation of lasting painful-pleasure, but I was starting to take to it. My shrieks gradually became moans.

If Vance enjoyed giving pain, he must enjoy receiving some. I wrapped my hands around his back and dug my fingernails in. Instantly, he let out a loud moan. I pulled my nails down his back, causing him to moan louder in enjoyment.

"Oh yea, baby. I knew you'd warm up to this," Vance said, bringing his mouth back to mine. His left hand slid between my legs, finding my dampening panties. With ease, he ripped them off and flung them away. Now free of any confinement, Vance was able to access my aching pussy. I was getting wetter with each passing second. Although I wasn't used to this kind of sexual aggression, the attention I was getting was enough to turn me on. Vance took notice and seized an opportunity.

Without warning, he slammed two fingers into me. My back arched as I let out a light scream. He didn't stop there. Vance continued to slam his fingers into me as hard and as fast as possible. My brain didn't even have time to register the first hit before his fingers would pound into me again. It was sensory overload. He continued like this for minutes, all the while I screamed out in painful-pleasure.

Suddenly he stopped and stood up. My mind took this second to finish processing the rampaging punishment that had just taken place on my pussy. I was already aching and we hadn't even reached the main event. At the same time, I wanted more. More pain to become pleasure. More of Vance's aggressive foreplay. I wanted more of everything.

Vance pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. I was staring right at his rock hard cock. 

"Let's see what that mouth of yours can do," he said, pushing my head towards his awaiting dick.

I opened my mouth and took the head of it. I sucked and swirled my tongue around it. I traced the underside of it with my tongue. I moved slowly to take time to recover. Although Vance was moaning, he wasn't the patient type and he wasn't going to wait.

He grabbed the back of my head and smashed his dick all the way to the back of my throat. I nearly choked. My eyes began to water, but Vance didn't stop. He continued to slam his dick into my mouth repeatedly. Realizing I couldn't fight it, I went along with it. Every time his dick would go in, I would suck and each time he would pull out, my tongue would run on the underside of his penis. 

Eventually, I grew acclimated to this force and started to enjoy it. I began rubbing my clit, increasing the flow of my juices. Vance was right. I was going to be soaked when he entered me. 

He continued to face fuck me. I moaned on his dick. The vibrations caused him to groan in pleasure. After several minutes, I could feel his dick getting harder. I was preparing myself to take every drop of his load, but he had other plans. He pulled out.

"You're a good little cock sucker, Kaitlin. But I'm not in this for just a blow job. I want to destroy that pussy."

He flipped me around and pushed my torso onto the bed. He lifted my ass and spread my legs as he positioned himself behind me. He ran his fingers outside my pussy, his touch sending a shock through my body. He felt how damp my pussy had become and couldn't help but taste me.

"Mhm, Kaitlin you're soaking wet."

I was growing impatient. I wanted his cock.

"Don't tease me, Vance. Fuck me!"

Abruptly, he complied. He slammed his dick into my waiting pussy as hard and as fast as he could. I screamed out again, forgetting about the fierce fingering he had given me, which had left my pussy pained. However, the more he drove into me, the less painful it became and my screams turned into whimpers. It wasn't enough for me.

I started to slam back into his cock in rhythm with him. His groans grew louder in response and my orgasm began to build. We both moved faster and hit harder. Each time his pelvis collided with my pussy, he would stimulate my clit, building to my climax.

"I'm almost there baby. Don't stop!" He said. He started smacking and grabbing my ass. I was almost there too. I started tweaking my nipples to give me a little more pleasure as an insurance for my orgasm. It worked.

Soon, I was peaking as a fire spread through my body. My pussy tightened around Vance's cock. I screamed out one final time as I rode the wave. I collapsed on the bed, but my rest would be momentary as Vance's own orgasm succeeded mine.

He flipped me on my back and lifted my head, jamming his dick into my mouth. I wasn't expecting it as he exploded to the back of my throat. I swallowed what I could. The rest trickled out of my mouth and down my chin. I felt his penis go limp in my mouth.

"Oh fuck, Kaitlin," Vance said, withdrawing his cock. "Never before has it been that amazing."

He picked me up and carried me to the head of the bed. My body was sore and exhausted. Each move Vance made only made me ache more. 

He laid down on the bed still holding me. The aggression was gone. He was now the gentle friend I had known. He brushed away my messy hair and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Now I know why Blake is willing to take the risk with you. That was mind shattering, Kaitlin."

Blake! In all of that, I had forgotten about him. He had driven me insane with jealousy tonight, thinking I would throw myself back to him. Instead, I was driven into the arms of another man. I couldn't wait to see his reaction. I hoped he was as upset as I was hearing and watching him fuck Desiree. 

"Vance, I hope this doesn't change anything between us," I finally spoke.

"Don't you remember what I told you? I don't like being tied down. I love sex. I'm don't want to deal with the complexities of a relationship."

I was glad to hear that. From how my body felt, I don't think I could take constant sex with Vance. Nor did I have any intention. But I couldn't think about that now. All I wanted to do was rest.



Blake Ch. 06



Author's Note: To my readers,

I apologize for the delay in this submission. I originally intended to release this chapter with chapter five, but was not satisfied and scraped the whole thing. Other projects have also delayed my progress, but I assure you, I intend to keep writing and finish this series (in due time). I hope to have Chapter 7 done within the next week or too. Thanks for your dedication!

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When I walked into my apartment a little after two in the morning, I had expected Desiree and Blake to be asleep. If they were awake, they would most likely be occupied so I could slip by unnoticed. I could not be more wrong.

The living room lamp was on. Blake was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees, with a drink in his hand. He was still dressed for the party. He looked devastated. When I walked in, he didn't acknowledge my presence. He just sat and continued to sip from his drink. 

I moved in slowly, not because I was trying to be quite. I ached all over from sex with Vance and every movement was painful. I winced in pain at one moment. The sound of my gasp drew Blake's attention.

"So you went through with it?" he asked.

"Why does it matter to you?" I was ready to go on the offensive against Blake. I was prepared to defend my actions. I was prepared to stand against Blake's verbal assault and ready to dish it back out to him. However, I wasn't prepared for his actual reaction.

Blake said nothing. He placed his drink on the table and put his face in his hands. He stayed there for a minute in silence. He finally pulled his hands away and stood up. He walked towards me and stopped inches from my face. 

When I looked at him, I didn't see anger. His eyes were absent of rage and disgust. All I saw was pain. I was confused. I waited for it all the change, for him to yell at me. I waited for him to chastise me, call me a common office whore. But the vile never came. He just placed his forehead to mine, closed his eyes, and muttered a simple phrase.

"I'm sorry."

I was taken aback. He was actually apologizing to me for something that I had done. I was more confused than before. 

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I pushed you to Vance. When you ended things so abruptly, I couldn't understand. Throughout the week, I saw you and Vance getting closer and I was jealous. I wanted you back so badly. I worked hard tonight to make you jealous of Desiree and me. I made you jealous of a lie. I was hoping you would come back to me. Instead, my greatest fear was realized when you left with Vance. Now, you're paying the price for my stupidity and immaturity. I'm so sorry, Kaitlin. I'm so sorry!"

I had never seen Blake so raw. He was in pain. Deep emotional pain. And as much blame as he had put on himself, I realized that this was my doing. I should've been the bigger person and not fueled the fire. But by sleeping with Vance, I had burned down the whole damn forest. The strong, confident, and sexy man was gone. Blake was broken.

In an instant, my moment of triumph was gone. Instead, I was the girl sitting on the counter one week ago. All I wanted to do was comfort him, tell him that everything was going to be all right. I didn't know if it was, but I had to do something to repair the damage I had caused.

"Blake, it-" he placed his finger over my lips, shaking his head. 

"Don't try to take any blame. I won't let you." He pulled away from me. I wanted so desperately to pull him back, to hang on to him. He moved back to the couch and sat down, staring at the empty glass on the table. 

"You've had a trying night, Kaitlin. I'll see you in the morning," he said, never taking his gaze from the glass. 

I stood in shock at what I had done. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I ran to the bathroom and shut the door. I didn't want Blake to see me cry. I couldn't face myself in the mirror. All the pride I had felt when I walked in was gone. I was disgusted with myself and what I had done. I wished it was all a bad dream. I wished I hadn't slept with Vance. I wished I talked things out with Blake. I wished I could rewrite history and make everything perfect. 

I couldn't erase the past and I couldn't scrub my memory, but I was going to get rid of every bit of physical evidence of my misadventure. I grabbed my toothbrush and scrubbed inside my mouth as hard as I could. I didn't want to taste Vance. When I was finished, I threw it in the trash. I turned the water in the shower on as hot as possible. I tried to unzip my dress, but was met with excruciating pain. I looked down at my wrist, which was already starting to bruise. The tears that had been lurking in my eyes had spilled over and I collapsed onto the counter.

The fallout had been much worse than I anticipated. I knew I was in physical pain from my violent sex with Vance, however I hadn't realized the extent of the damage until now. Forgetting this night anytime soon would not be possible, at least not until the bruises healed. Hiding them would be incredibly difficult and it would only be a matter of time until Blake saw them. His own healing would be prolonged and there was no one to blame but me. 

I laid on the counter, sobbing. How could I have let myself get so out of control? I used to be in command of everything, but now, my life was spinning wildly. I didn't know what to do. I just stayed there crying.

I was so engulfed by my misery, I hadn't noticed the hand resting on my shoulder. I spun around and jumped into Blake's arms, tears still streaming down my face.

"I'm so sorry, Blake," I said, sobbing into his shoulder. "I shouldn't have done it. I saw you and Desiree having sex. I was so upset, so jealous that I was willing to hurt you to make myself feel better, but it only made everything worse."

I looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I was stupid and selfish. I know you said not to blame myself, but I did this to you. It kills me to see you like this and know that I did it. I'll do anything to make this right, Blake. I just want to see you happy again."

I buried my face into his strong chest as the tears continued to stream down. I stayed there weeping, waiting for a response. I was hoping he would take my apology. I didn't want him to continue to blame himself. 

Blake brought his hand to the back of my head and gently stroked my hair. I looked up at him. The pain in his eyes was starting to ebb.

"Kaitlin, there's no need for tears," he said, wiping my cheek. "I'll be fine. Let's not worry about tonight any longer."

His words didn't help put me at ease. He kissed my forehead and began to leave.

"Stay," I said meekly. He stopped and looked back at me. He seemed hesitant to say yes. "I just want some company. You don't have to come in the shower with me. Just stay in here and chat. Please?" I was desperate to keep him close. I didn't care if it lead to anything sexual. I just needed him with me. 

He paused and thought about my offer. He gave me a weak smile.

"Okay. I'll be right back," and he departed.

I fought the pain in my wrist as I unzipped my dress. I quickly moved into the shower, as I didn't want Blake to see the darkened flesh on my wrists. Steam had already filled the room, as the water was incredibly hot. I burned my skin trying to adjust it to a comfortable temperature. I began to submerse my body in the cascading fall of warm water. Instead of being whisked into a state of relaxation, I was greeted with more pain. 

I opened my eyes and fully examined the extent of the damage caused by Vance. It had been much worse than I had expected. My left breast was adorned with bite marks and slight bruising. My ass was bruised also from his vicious spanking and my pussy ached from his vigorous and violent assault. The crest of my hips were bruised as well from Vance's tight grip. I winced in pain when the water directly contacted any of these points. I was really paying for my mistake. 

Blake soon returned to the bathroom. I was lucky that the glass was textured, obscuring his vision of me. I wasn't going to let him see the bruising. I knew it would do nothing to make him feel better. However, it wasn't the visual that was going to give me away. The smallest movements created significant pain that I was finding hard to stifle. It was going to take everything I had not to give it away.

The silence was no help at all. I wanted some noise to drown out any slip ups I had, but I didn't know how to start the conversation. I didn't want to say something that was going to make either of us upset again and the last thing I wanted to talk about was Vance. After several eerily quiet minutes, Blake broke the ice.

"You looked beautiful tonight."

"Thank you," I replied quietly.

"You made it incredibly difficult to keep face, Kaitlin. It was hard to keep from staring at you." I could hear a smile in his voice. I was glad there was something from this night that he could look back on happily. It was a little bit of an ego boost that I was the subject of his enjoyment.

"I wish it was you on my arm tonight and not that bimbo," he said. I could hear him sipping from his glass. His demeanor was changing as he spoke of her.

"Did something happen tonight?" I asked, suppressing the twinge of pain.

"You saw how she was dressed tonight. It was inappropriate. Not to mention that there will be pictures of us all over the business page with stories questioning my ability to make decisions for the company. Questions that didn't exist this morning and are only being asked by my choice to date her. It won't surprise me if there is a dip in the stock price too." 

He was getting angry the more he spoke about the evening. I wanted to go out and calm him down, but I knew if he saw the bruises, it would make matters worse. I had to let him vent.

"When you left, I went to the bar to get a drink to calm my nerves. She used it as an opportunity to get plastered. By the end of the night, she was grinding on four managers and two board members. On three different occasions, I had to urge her to keep her clothes on. I finally had to drag her out literally kicking and screaming while her father laughed nearby." 

I had known Desiree to be an excessive drinker, but never to go that far in public. I wondered what had set her off, but I had very little time to dwell on that, as Blake wasn't finished his tirade.

"When we got back, she tried to throw herself at me, then proceeded to get sick in the sink twice. I was able to get her into her bed as she tried undressing me. When I refused her, she started crying hysterically, before finally passing out with half her dress off. If I had just taken you..." he became inaudible as he mumbled into the glass. 

His night had been worse than mine had. I felt for him, but at the same time, was confused. He knew Desiree was a classless, spoiled brat. Did he really believe that she was going to behave like a lady tonight? I was hesitant to ask as I didn't want to set him off again, but I couldn't help myself.

"Why do you date Desiree? You guys have different personalities. It just doesn't make sense to-OW!" I had pushed myself too far in my bathing and hurt my wrist. My cover was blown.

"Are you alright?" Blake asked, jumping to his feet. I didn't have time to reassure him I was okay before he had opened the sliding glass door. I was exposed, in more ways than one.

"God, Kaitlin. Are you okay?" he said, stepping into the shower. He didn't bother removing the tight gray t-shirt and red gym shorts he was wearing. I moved closer to him and out of the water.

"I'm fine," I lied. "Just a little sore." 

"A little sore? Sweetie, you covered in bruises. What did Vance do to you?"

"He likes really rough sex. I didn't think he would leave marks. Or that it would hurt so much to move."

"I knew Vance was an asshole, but I didn't know this was what he did. Otherwise I would have made sure you never left with him tonight." 

His fingers were tracing the bruises on my body gently. I was savoring his touch. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I tried to keep my breathing under control; however, I found the task difficult. Even in my physical condition, I still craved Blake. I wanted him to take me in his arms and kiss me passionately. I wanted him to take my breast into his mouth and play with my erect nipples. I wanted him to bury his cock deep inside my moistening pussy and reclaim me as his own. The simple thought of him doing any of it was making me wet. I wanted to touch myself so badly.

I opened my eyes to see Blake gazing at me. His eyes were full of concern.

"Are you finished showering, Kaitlin? You need your rest."

I nodded. Blake reached behind me and turned off the water. He grabbed my oversized towel and wrapped me in its warmth. He scooped me into his arms and carried me back to my room. Once there, he helped me dry off.

"I can do it," I protested. 

"No, you'll hurt yourself again. Just stay still." His hands were gentle under the towel. He moved slowly over me, as if he was trying to memorize my body with his touch. As he traveled, my breath was growing quicker and it was hard to control myself. I needed him so badly. 

When I was finally dry, he gazed into my eyes. I was lost. I was captivated. I wanted his soft lips pressed against mine. I brought my hand up to his face and stroked down his cheek to his lips, then traced his lower lip with my thumb. He took a quick breath in and I stopped. His eyes were closed as he was focused on steadying his breathing. I took my hand away and moved in for a kiss, but was met with open space as he moved away from me.

"Do you have something to wear to bed?" he asked, heading towards my dresser. 

"Yea," I replied, disheartened. I moved across the room and grabbed an oversized t-shirt out of the top drawer. I hastily put it on without looking at Blake. What did I expect? I wasn't going to get away with my transgressions without punishment.

"Thanks for your help," I said, moving towards my bed. I pulled back the covers and looked up to see that Blake had left. I climbed into bed and turned off my lamp. 

Once in the seclusion of darkness, I let the tears fall again. Why did I care so much? Blake had no romantic link to me. It was just sex. Nothing more, right? No. Both of us had been profoundly impacted by my latest sexual misadventure. Could there be more? 

The prospect of more had always excited me. Now that future seemed impossible. This thought only made the tears come harder. I stifled my cries and let the soundless tears flow as I tried to drift into a lonely, dark sleep.

"Kaitlin?" his voice sounded from the door softly.

"Yea?" I replied, quickly wiping away the tears. He moved around my bed and turned the lamp on, before crouching down to my level. 

"I brought you some medicine to help with the pain." He handed me the pills and a glass of water. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping away a stray tear.

"I'm angry with myself. I should never have done what I did tonight. Seeing how much it hurt you, it killed me Blake."

"Don't worry about me," he chuckled softly. "I think you are the one who was more hurt by tonight." He took my wrist in his palm as gently as possible. It was as if he was handling a delicate piece of china. He ran his fingers over the tender flesh. I held my breath. 

"Besides, I'm the one to blame." He sat down on the edge on the bed, still holding my wrist, his gaze focused on it, as he continued. "Kaitlin, you started to ask me why I date Desiree. I wish I could tell you, but I can't right now."

"Why not?" None of this was making sense to me.

"It's complicated. Since I met you, I've been working so hard to get out of this thing with Desiree. I don't want her. Not when there is a far better woman sitting right in front of me." He looked up into my eyes. "I need you to trust me. I will do everything in my power to protect you from this, but at the end of the day, I have to play the part of her boyfriend. Know that I wouldn't do it unless I had to. If I complete control of the situation, we would both be sleeping comfortably in my bed tonight. I would be holding you tightly in my arms and never let go."

I was completely confused by it all. Why couldn't he tell me? What secret was he hiding? How could he expect me to trust him when I have been through so much emotional turmoil in the last two weeks, all of which has been caused by our unusual relationship? 

Say no, I told myself. This cannot end well.

But I didn't listen.

"What's stopping you from holding me right now and falling asleep in my bed?"

He smirked his signature, sexy smirk.

"Well, I'm afraid of hurting you, Kaitlin. Clearly, you are very fragile and the last thing you need is your sleep disrupted by me accidentally touching one of your many bruises."

"Maybe your kisses will make them feel better."

He took my challenge. Blake brought his wrist up to his lips and gently kissed my skin. His eyes never left mine. I bit my lip in excitement. He repeated the same process with the other wrist. My heart was racing, as I reveled in the moment.

"Like that?" he asked, smiling up at me.

I shook my head. His touch was heavenly. I didn't want him to stop.

Blake maneuvered over me and laid down on the bed, propping his upper body up on his elbow. He lowered the bed sheet enough to get at the hem of my shirt and lifted up, revealing my breast, which was adorn with two bruises. He softly kissed the bruise above my left nipple, and then slowly dragged his lips down, lightly flicking my nipple with his tongue as he passed over it, before reaching the bruise at the bottom of my breast and gently kissing it. I moaned as he continued down my body, removing the covers of the sheet. His lips never left my flesh.

When he reached my waist, he turned his head and traveled down my backside to the bruise on my ass. He planted another gentle kiss, before gliding up to my hips and planting a kiss on each hipbone bruise. 

My blood was on fire. I was biting into my lip hard to stifle the moans. My body was eager and I wanted him. Yet, I couldn't make the next move. I didn't know where his mind was given the evenings events. The cracks had been mended, but I knew if I moved to soon, I'd risk bursting the dam. I had to wait for his lead.

Blake continued his descent, his lips barely grazing my skin. His lips trailed down my pelvis and over my pubic bone, before coming to rest just above my clit. My body shuddered in anticipation. I waited for him to bury his face into me; give me the release I needed. Instead, he planted a soft kiss on my clit. Although it was not what I wanted, the sensation caused me to moan and my breath to quicken. 

Blake gazed into my eyes, gauging my reaction, before kissing the same place again. I moaned louder this time. My pulse was quickening and my body temperature was rising. It was becoming apparent that the slightest touch from Blake was driving my body wild. 

I waited in anticipation for Blake's next kiss, but was stunned when I felt his tongue flick my clit. I threw my head back and moaned as my body tensed up. He became more urgent as he licked my clit repeatedly. Tension was rising in my body the more his mouth played with me. As much as I was enjoying it, this was not how I wanted to climax. 

I pushed his face away from me. He looked puzzled. I pulled Blake up to me and kissed him. Our mouths melded together. He moaned against me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He expertly maneuvered his tongue around mine. I groaned against his lips. My hands moved down his perfect body to his hips. I could feel his cock straining against his gym shorts. I pulled them abruptly, just enough to free him. I took hold of his dick and guided it to the entrance of my vagina.

Blake broke our kiss.

"Wait, Kaitlin. As much as I want to, I don't want to hurt you."




Blake Ch. 06



I gazed into his eyes affectionately.

"You won't hurt me. Just take it slow."

He hesitated before gliding his cock in slowly. He looked at me concerned, gauging my reaction. I ached a little as my pussy stretched to accommodate his large member. However, by the time he had fully inserted himself into me, I felt no pain. Just intense pleasure as he filled me completely. I moaned softly, reassuring him to proceed.

He brought his face close to mine and looked into my eyes as he slowly withdrew, then reentered me just as slowly. I moaned louder as he glided back into me slowly. He repeated the process over and over. His breathing was slowly quickening. I continued to moan as he was filling me.

"Faster," I whispered.

He obliged. I grew louder. My pulse was steadily rising as his breathing became more labored. I weaved my fingers through his hair as he continued to drive into me. His cock filled me completely. I moved against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Harder."

All pain was nonexistent, just pure pleasure. My orgasm was building rapidly as Blake continued, going harder and faster. His forehead was pressed to mine; his eyes closed as he embraced the moment. My hands traveled to his shoulders, grabbing them to steady myself as I continued pounding against him. 

Moments later, I felt a rush of warmth surge through my body as I climaxed. My pussy clenched around his cock. I bit my lip trying to keep from moaning, but was unsuccessful. A few powerful thrusts later, Blake joined me, groaning in fulfillment.

Blake rolled off me onto the bed. We both lay there for minutes, trying to catch our breath. I was on cloud nine and I didn't want to come down. But it was inevitable and I made the slow decent back to reality.

I looked over at Blake, who was looking back at me lovingly. He wrapped his arm over me and pulled me close into him, kissing me gently. I cuddled in closer, fitting into his body perfectly. This was where I wanted to be. This was the more I desired, the future that was possible. The prospect gave me comfort. I smiled at myself as a slowly drifted into blissful sleep.



Blake Ch. 07



I awoke late the next day to delicious smells coming from my kitchen. As eager as I was to get food, my body was not so forgiving. I moved slowly as I got out of bed and gingerly dressed for the day, putting on a comfortable pair of torn, light blue jeans and a navy blue halter top. I brushed my hair, a daunting task given the bruises on my wrist. I loosely tied it back and gradually moved out to the living room.

Blake was in the kitchen, cooking a late breakfast. He was arguing with Desiree, whose face was planted on the counter top, her hands rubbing her temples. I snuck in quietly.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Desiree groaned.

"Do you not get it, Desiree? Sorry doesn't keep my job. Sorry doesn't ensure my future at the company," Blake retorted, his hands on the counter.

"Oh my God! Why are you so worried? Daddy will just fix it."

"Contrary to what you believe, he can't. Your father doesn't get to choose Arthur's successor. He can rally all he wants, but at the end of the day, it's Arthur's choice. And if the other board members don't want me around, he won't hesitate to ax me to keep the stock price up."

Desiree threw her hands up in defeat. She wasn't used to not getting her way. She just sat there pouting like a child, waiting for Blake to tell her what she wanted to hear. What a bitch! 

I was feet from the kitchen counter before Blake saw me. His gaze softened when I approached and he relaxed.

"Good morning, Kaitlin," he said with a smile. My heart leapt and I almost melted. How could any man do this to me just from a smile?

"Morning," I smiled back, moving into the other seat at the counter. Desiree had returned her head to the counter top, her arms obscuring her face. I couldn't help but chuckle at her condition. 

"Hey, Desiree. How are you feeling this morning?" I asked in a raised voice. She gave no audible response, just mumbled into the counter.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." I looked over a Blake, who was finding just as much enjoyment in my torment of Desiree as I was. 

"Fuck off!" she grumbled, before concealing her face again. I tried to stifle my laughter, but it was incredibly difficult. Karma was definitely dishing it out to her and I was finding it exceedingly enjoyable.

Blake was busy about the kitchen, making breakfast. I had never known many men in my life who were able to cook, let alone produce the delicious smells that were arising.

"Want any breakfast?" he asked. 

"Sure, what are you making?"

"Let's see...I've got bacon, toast, eggs. I can make you some pancakes if you want. Um-"

He was abruptly cut off as Desiree ran towards the bathroom, covering her mouth. I watched her speed by with glee. It may seem mean, but after the years of hell she put me through, it was nice every once and a while to see her suffer on this scale. It made it feel like there was some kind of justice in the world, even if that was served from the bottom of a vodka bottle. 

"Shouldn't you be holding her hair back?" I asked, although I hoped he wouldn't. I wanted this momentary alone time with him.

"I tried to this morning, but she didn't like that I was berating her. So after the second time, she asked me to leave her alone." He was focused on the food as he spoke. "This is her fifth trip already. Besides, after her behavior last night, she's getting off way too easy." 

I was reminded of our discussion in the bathroom the night before. Blake had told me of Desiree's lewd behavior and was worried what would happen to his career as a result. After the conversation I walked in on this morning, I was equally concerned. 

"Any word yet on the potential fallout?" I asked, as he finished making my plate.

He looked towards the bathroom door before moving in close to me.

"Arthur called this morning and told me not to worry. I'll be fine."

"Then what was all that?" referring to his argument with Desiree.

He lowered his voice.

"Last night, I realized it wasn't fair to either of us for me to continue a physical relationship with Desiree. To escape it, I'm over blowing the impact her behavior last night will have on my career. She's being punish-"

Desiree walked back in, ending our conversation. I wondered what sort of punishment he was dishing out to her and why she was being relatively calm, at least by Desiree standards. How would punishing Desiree benefit either of us?

"Feeling any better?" Blake asked, condescendingly.

Desiree just glared before returning to her position at the counter. Blake smirked as he placed a plate of egg whites, bacon, and wheat toast in front of me and plain toast in front of Desiree. I was starved.

"So, Katie, how was your night?" Desiree asked.

Oh no. This was the topic I wanted to avoid. Although Blake and I had reconciled the night before, I didn't want to tear open healing wounds. But leave it to Desiree to find a way to do so.

"It was okay." I didn't want to delve into detail, but she wasn't satisfied with my response.

"Just okay? I saw you leave with that asshole Vance. Come on, something had to have happened. Spill it!"

"We had sex." I was curt, and quickly returned to my meal. Couldn't she tell that I wanted her to drop it? Oh, wait! This was Dumbass Desiree. A stack of rocks had more sense than she did. 

Blake dropped a lid on the floor, causing a loud clang. 

"Ow!" Desiree cried. "Be more careful! Some of us are still suffering from a hangover."

"Sorry," he responded, a look of disgust falling his face. I could assume it was no accident. Blake had less of a desire to relive last night than I did. Hearing details of my exploits would only make matters worse.

Desiree returned to her interrogation.

"You've gotta give me more than that, Katie. I want details. Details!"

"AH!" Desiree had grabbed my wrist. She jumped back at my shriek, but only for a moment. Her curiosity finally won out as she took my wrist into her hand and turned it over, revealing the deep purple bruise buried in my flesh. Her mouth dropped and her eyes lit up.

"He likes things KINKY!!" she smiled, eyeing me for more details.

Another series of clangs came from over the counter. Blake threw a bunch of pans and lids into the sink. His face showed nothing but rage and disgust, the same things I feared he would have towards me for what I had done.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Nothing. That was an accident." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Now that you mention it, kindly wait to have this discussion until I am gone. I don't want to hear the details of my assistant banging my co-worker. Unlike you, Des, I still have to work with these people almost every day."

"Fine," she relented throwing her hands in the air. "But I want every hard hitting detail later, Katie. Don't hold out on me."

I gave a weak smile. I had no desire to tell her anything, nor to relive my misadventure. I was trying to move forward and be happy with the restart that I was having with Blake. Leave it to Desiree to kill the mood.

I continued to eat my meal in silence. I had nothing to say to Desiree and anything I wanted to say to Blake, I couldn't say in front of her. A few minutes passed in quite, until Blake's phone rang and he excused himself from the room.

"Oh my God! What an asshole!" Desiree complained.

"What happened with you two? You guys were hanging all over each other last night and today, you guys are ready to commit murder." I knew the story of last night, but I was hoping Desiree would be able to give me more insight into Blake's punishment. Desiree, being the blabbermouth that she is, was more than happy to spill the details.

"So, 'apparently', I got a little wasted last night and behaved 'inappropriately'. Blake now thinks that his job is at stake, so he's 'punishing' me."

"How?"

"He says I can't have sex or anything fun for at least two weeks. Can you believe that?"

"Crazy!" I was overjoyed at this news. He was right that her punishment would be for both of our benefit, at least for the time being. After the two weeks, I don't know how he will avoid sleeping with her, unless he plans on breaking up with her. It took all my effort to suppress a smile. Things were finally falling into place.

"Yea, well I won't be having sex with HIM for two weeks," she replied, winking at me. She could only mean one thing: Kurt would be spending a lot more time around the apartment.

I didn't have time to fully digest my food or the knowledge of Kurt's impending presence, before Blake returned with news.

"I just got off the phone with Arthur and he might have a solution for the current predicament. There's a small tech company out in California that Arthur wants to work with. However, they are not entirely sold on us moving in on their operations, so I have to convince them. He thinks it's the only way to keep from a stock slide. So pack a bag Kaitlin, we're heading to California now."

He hastily gathered his belongings and headed for the door.

"Wait, how about I come with you? I could help," Desiree pleaded, seductively. 

"No, Des. Besides, after what happened last night, I think we both need a little time apart. Plus it will make your punishment easier for you if I'm not around. I'll see you in a couple of days. Kaitlin, I'll be back in a half an hour to pick you up. We have to swing by the office and pick some stuff up before we head to the airport. Make sure you're ready to go." And then he was gone.

I headed to my room and shut the door. I didn't need Desiree distracting me as I quickly packed for this trip. I was savoring the idea of alone time with Blake. Even though it was a business trip, I knew I would spend time with him, uninterrupted by Desiree. 

My thoughts were disrupted by my phone going off. It was a text from Blake that contained a simple message: "Missing you already!"

***

Like Blake said, he returned to my apartment in a half an hour. I was already waiting outside when he pulled up in his black Audi. He smiled at me, taking my bag like a gentleman as I eased into the passenger seat. When he returned to the driver's seat, he threw the car into gear and sped off, without saying a word.

It would remain this way until we hit the first stop light. Once we were stopped, he leaned over, giving me a quick, yet passionate kiss. My heart raced as his lips moved against mine. I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stay locked to his sweet lips for eternity.

When he finally pulled away, he gazed into my eyes lovingly.

"I've been waiting to do that all morning." He took my hand, interlacing our fingers as he turned his eyes back to the road. I smiled at the show of possession and affection. He made me feel that I was more than just some fling.

"How are you feeling this morning? I didn't make things worse last night?"

"A little sore, but it's manageable. And last night with you was perfect."

"Glad to hear," he said, kissing the back of my hand. It was all so sweet. I felt like his girlfriend already. But I couldn't be. He was still attached to Desiree. 

My mind was drawn back to the events of the morning and my conversation with Desiree. I had to know where Blake's mind was.

"So, what's the plan after the two weeks is up?"

He looked puzzled at first before realizing what I was talking about. 

"Hopefully, I'll be done with Desiree and spending significantly more time with you." He gave me a sexy, smile before returning his gaze to the traffic ahead.

"You know she won't last the two weeks."

"Well, she will have to find someone else to sleep with because I won't." 

"She already has," I mumbled, thinking he couldn't hear.

"Really?" He was a little shocked, but more amused. I don't think any girl has ever cheated on him. He was far too amazing of a man to ever consider cheating on. But Desiree was never satisfied. To be honest, I couldn't see why she wanted Kurt over Blake. 

"Um, yea. When you are gone on business or unable to come over, she calls her ex over. They started sleeping together again about the same time we did. But far more frequently."

He laughed.

"Well, I guess we will have to change that, Kaitlin. I can't have Desiree and her side guy having more fun than us."

I gave a small chuckle, but was looking forward to being with Blake more. When I was with him, I felt like a different woman. I don't know what to call it, but it was more than just sex. It was something deeper.

We pulled up to the building a few minutes later. He led me inside and up to the office. 

I gathered some papers off my desk and met Blake in his office. He was patiently sitting at his desk, writing something. When he noticed me in the door way, he stopped and smiled at me.

"Need any help?" I asked.

"No, I think I'm set. Arthur wanted to meet me here. He's got some additional files he's bringing in. Then we'll all head over to the airport."

"How far out is he?" I asked, biting my lip.

"About five minutes."

"Perfect," I said, closing the door behind me. I walked over to his desk, a sexy smirk on my face.

"What?" He chuckled lightly.

I stopped right in front of him, bending over to look in his eyes.

"Well, my first week of work here, I did not perform to the standards that you need for an assistant." 

I slid my hands down to his belt buckle and started undoing it. His eyes widened in surprise and a smile spread across his face.

"So, I would like to make it up to you." I slid his pants down just enough to free his fully erect penis.

I lowered my lips to his head, rubbing it across my lips before pushing the tip into my mouth. He gasped at my touch. My tongue curled around the tip lightly and slowly, taunting him. He tilted his head back, moaning in pleasure.

I relaxed my throat and slid down the entire length of his shaft, taking him completely in my mouth. He gripped hard onto the armrest of his chair, his groans becoming louder.

My tongue traced the underside of his cock, traveling up and down repeatedly. Every muscle in his body was rigid as I sucked on his dick, enjoying each and every inch.

"Oh God, Kaitlin. That feels so amazing," he moaned through labored breathing.

I moaned as my head bobbed up and down. He groaned louder. 

I knew it would not be much longer until he climaxed. I began to speed up, my tongue covering every inch of his member. I moaned every time his cock reached the back of my throat. 

It soon became too much for him as he erupted, moaning loudly. I swallowed every drop eagerly, completely cleaning his cock. Blake was so relaxed and gave me a weak smile when I looked up at him. But our blissful moment was not to last.

In a matter of a second, I heard the door to Blake's office open, was pushed off of Blake and under his desk. I barely had time to process what was going on before I heard a voice.

"Blake, glad you were able to make it today. Where's Kaitlin?" It was Arthur.

"She's somewhere around here."

I kept as still and quiet as I could. I didn't want Arthur to know I was there. It wouldn't be that hard to figure out what Blake and I had just been doing if he caught me.

"She's assisting you with something?" Yea, I'm assisting him by sucking his cock and swallowing every drop of cum.

"Just like her job description entails," Blake chuckled back. I'm pretty sure nowhere in my job description did it say anything about blowing my boss.

"Good, good. Make sure you don't forget the file on Xcel Technologies." I could hear Arthur's steps move away and out the door. 

I let out a silent breath that I had been holding in the whole conversation. Blake started to adjust his pants, as I slowly and silently began to crawl out from under the desk. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my head, preventing me from standing up. Blake was staring straight ahead trying to remain cool. 

"Oh and Kaitlin?" I heard Arthur's voice say from the door. Blake removed his hand, allowing me to stand up. He brought his hand up to his face, rubbing his temples, while obscuring his face. He looked defeated, but amused at being caught.

"Yes, sir?" I could feel the color drain from my face as I addressed Arthur. 

"When you're done assisting Mr. Taylor, can you make five copies of that file and leave the original copy here?" He gave me a reassuring smile.

"Yes, sir." And with that, he left.

I looked down at Blake, who was now laughing. 

"I'm glad you find that amusing. Not exactly something I would want my boss to see." 

Blake stood up and took my face in his hands, kissing me gently. All embarrassment and anxiety I had been feeling melted away. 

"Don't worry about Arthur. He has a great sense of humor about office sex," he reassured me, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Trust me that was not the worst thing he has seen. He once caught Vance balls deep in a girl from the copy room."

I let out a light chuckle as I was finally at ease.

He took me into his arms, bringing his mouth close to my ear.

"If we had more time, I would take you in the copy room." The image caused a light moan to escape my lips. I wanted him to take me right there, right now. 

"Unfortunately we have a plane to catch. But don't worry; we will have plenty of fun once we get to California."

"I can't wait!"

***

"Goddamn it, where the hell is that boy?" Arthur swore, calling Vance for the third time. It was not like him to swear, but Vance was already twenty minutes late and the plane wasn't going to wait much longer. Even though it was a private company jet, we still had a flight plan to keep.

"Just leave him, Arthur. What could he possibly contribute?" Blake was less than thrilled that Vance was coming on this trip. Although we had made amends, he wasn't very happy that Vance had marked me up during our sexcapades last night. I think if he had the chance, he might consider pushing him out of the plane midflight.

I also wasn't looking forward to being trapped in a plane with my two most recent lovers for five hours. It was probably going to be a more awkward situation than Arthur walking in on us at the office was. In truth, I wasn't mad at Vance. I had encouraged him to sleep with me and technically, I am single. It was just that things had been going so well with Blake this morning. He was in such a great mood and I knew that Vance would definitely be a mood killer.

"Finally!" Arthur relaxed as he spotted Vance coming onto the tarmac. I could feel Blake tense up next to me as he approached. This flight was going to suck.

"Why do I give you a company phone, if you don't even answer it? Where the hell have you been?" Arthur asked once Vance reached us.

"Sorry, I had to make a quick pit stop this morning," he said glaring at Blake, who returned his stare.

"Where's Cindy?" 

"Something about her sister's wedding, I don't know. Anyways, she won't be coming."

"Dammit." Arthur brought his hands to his face. He was obviously stressed. "Okay, Kaitlin. I'll need you to pull double duty and assist both Blake and Vance."

"Okay."

Now at ease, Arthur headed for the plane. Blake continued to glare at Vance for a beat, before turning to follow Arthur.

"Wouldn't be the first time she's done that," Vance mumbled, just loud enough for Blake to here. Blake stopped abruptly and turned, heading right for Vance. He looked enraged. I had never seen him like this.

"What the hell did you just say?" I jumped between them, trying my best to keep them separated. 

"Hey, head to the plane. I'll talk with him." I said, my hand resting on his strong chest.

"I don't want to leave you alone with him," he retorted, glowering at Vance. I could feel Vance's smart-ass smirk on my back. I had to get these two apart.

"It'll be fine. I promise." I reached up and kissed him. He relaxed just a little, before breaking apart.





Blake Ch. 07



"Okay. Be quick!" He gave me a passionate kiss before heading toward the plane. My gaze followed him for a moment. I was awestruck, as always. He was so amazing and perfect. There was no threat from Vance, yet he was still trying to protect me.

Vance. In my girlish admiration, I had almost forgotten about him. I turned to face him; the same smirk I had felt was still plastered on his face.

"Why must you antagonize him?"

"Oh can't I have a little fun?" he chuckled. I was not amused. He shrugged and redirected the line of conversation.

"So, you two are all better now?"

"It appears so," I responded, trying to suppress a smile.

"Well that explains his call this morning."

"What call?"

"Your boss called me, bitching about some apparent bruising that I left on your body. Not exactly how I wanted to spend my morning. Personally, I would've enjoyed some Saturday morning cartoons. So any truth to it?"

I hadn't realized Blake had called Vance. He made no mention of it. It was sweet that he cared enough to look out for me. I pulled up my jacket sleeve, revealing my purpled wrist to Vance. 

"Yea, he was less than thrilled."

"Well than this wasn't a waste of money." He handed me a bag full of various concealers and make up, as well as some cuffs and bracelets. "I hope you can find something in there to help cover them up."

"Thanks."

"Sorry for the bruises, but you have to admit the sex was enjoyable," he smiled, looking for praise.

"It was okay." Super rough wasn't exactly my cup of tea.

"Ouch, Kaitlin. You really know how to cut a man. Maybe next time, I'll have to try a little harder."

We shared a laugh. I couldn't be mad at him, even if Blake despised him. He was a friend when I needed one. 

"So are we still friends?"

"Yea, I guess I can forgive you."

"Good, because work is no fun if I can't spend my day picking on you."

I laughed as he placed his hand on my shoulders and began pushing me towards our waiting plane.

***

"So, I need you all to review the file on Xcel Technologies and come up with a way to convince them to work with us. If we aren't successful, expect a significant stock slide when the market reopens on Tuesday." Arthur said adamantly.

"Thanks to Blake's stripper girlfriend," Vance slipped in.

Blake was less than enthused by the jab, giving Vance the finger, as he focused on the file in front of him.

"Sorry, buddy. You're not my type."

"Gentlemen, let's not fight in front of the lady," giving me a smile. It was still a little awkward to look at him given this morning's activity. 

"Now everyone get to work. If you need me, I'll be in the cockpit." 

I was a little puzzled by his statement. I guess that was one of the perks of owning your own jet; safety restrictions don't really apply. I shrugged as I returned to my paperwork.

It was uncomfortably quiet on the flight for the first half hour, but I was thankful for it. I was hoping these two wouldn't speak to each other for the entire flight. I knew nothing good would come of it, especially since they were seated across from each other. There was very little I could do to intervene if a fight did break out. Blake had insisted I sit by the window next to him. I don't think he wanted Vance anywhere near me. 

"By the way, thanks for the wakeup call this morning, Blake. I'm considering making your tirades my alarm for every morning." Leave it to Vance to start his shit with a snarky comment. I knew he liked picking on me, but I don't think this qualified.

"I wouldn't have had to bitch you out if Kaitlin didn't look like she came back from a boxing match," he retorted, not looking up from his work.

"Sorry if my tastes aren't as traditional as yours. It wasn't my intent to leave marks, but it wasn't your job to call and harass me, especially since you were undressing Desiree with your eyes all night long." He was facing Blake, appalled that he wasn't getting the attention that he thought the matter craved.

"Sue me for caring about the well-being of another person," he spoke calmly, still focused on his work. 

"If you cared so much and were concerned, then you would have stopped us and left with her right then and there. But you didn't. Besides, she's not even your girlfriend. Are you, Katie?" The question pierced through my heart like a knife. He was right, I wasn't and that pissed me off. 

Vance finally got Blake's attention.

"Don't talk to her," he said, raising his voice, his face inches from Vance. "Given what you did to her, you shouldn't even be showing your face right now."

"Hey, I did what you asked. I got her stuff to cover the bruises and I apologized. What more do you want from me?" The two men were in all-out war. There was no controlling the situation now. It had escalated far too quickly for me to try to intervene. 

"Maybe next time, you don't have sex with her?"

"She's a consenting adult. If she wants to sleep with me, I'd be a dumbass to try and stop her. Besides, she's the one who initiated it. And I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity." Way to drag me into this, Vance. 

"First off, you are a dumbass. And secondly, there is never going to be another opportunity, so I hope you got your fill." Blake returned to his work, thinking the matter was settled, but of course, Vance had to have the last word.

"You bet your ass I did."

Blake threw his head back, trying to remain calm.

"You're a sick piece of shit, Vance. I almost feel sorry for you."

"You know what, Blake? I'm sorry. I'm sorry I knocked Kaitlin out of commission for a couple of days and now you'll only have one girl to fuck."

Blake was ready to go on the offensive again, when his phone began to ring. He checked the caller ID and stood up.

"We're not done," he spat at Vance before he answered the phone, stalking back to the conference room at the back of the plane.

Everything had happened so quickly. It went from complete silence, to utter warfare. I was surprised Arthur hadn't tried to come out and calm the situation. Maybe he thought this was something the boys needed to settle between themselves. It was true that it needed to happen, but not here. Not now.

I glared at Vance. I was beyond pissed that he had started the fight. He couldn't have kept his mouth shut.

"Hey, I was going to be nice. He started it."

"Really? How the fuck was that supposed to be nice? I thought you were my friend Vance and here you are starting a fight with Blake about last night. Are you trying to make my life miserable?"

"I am your friend. Believe it or not, I'm looking out for you." His face was full of concern, but I wasn't sold. I shook my head as I turned away from him and stared out the window. He continued.

"Kaitlin, let's face it. You are his side girl, the one he keeps on the down low. He fucks you and then tosses you to the side until he needs you again. Desiree gets all the benefits of being in the public eye. She gets the attention, the praise, the fancy presents, while you stand by and hold the bags. Do you really want to continue to be in that position?"

"Vance, there is much more to it," I replied, turning back to him.

"No, there isn't. Tell you what, when you're sick of playing second fiddle, you know where to find me." 

"I thought you don't do relationships?"

"I don't. But I can offer more than he can. I'd fuck you good every night, but I'd also spoil you with lavish gifts and show you off to the world as mine. Can he say the same?"

As much as I didn't want to admit it, Vance had a point. The gifts and the praise meant nothing to me, but I was the second girl. Although Blake had plans to breakup with Desiree, there was no guarantee. What if he was leading me on? What if he was telling me what I wanted to hear to get me to sleep with him? 

But he couldn't be. He showed he cared when he called to complain about my condition to Vance. I remembered how distraught he had been when I returned home last night. There was my proof. Vance had nothing. 

Then I recalled the day I met Vance and started working at AdVanceMent. Blake was a fantastic actor, showing no signs of our prior relationship to anyone. Could this just be one elaborate act? If I meant more to him as he claimed, why couldn't he break up with Desiree? Why couldn't he tell me?

The doubt was consuming me. I had to know where we stood. I couldn't continue doing all this until I knew. Thanks, Vance for fucking everything up.

I traveled to the back of the plane, determined to get answers. I walked into the conference room. Blake was seated in one of the individual chairs by the window, deep in conversation.

I shut the door behind me and stood there, waiting for him. Blake signaled for me to come closer, while he spoke. I took the chair next to him, waiting for him to finish his call.

"Yea, I understand. Thanks again Carl. See you on Thursday." Then Blake hung up. 

He looked at me with a relieved smile. I tried to return it, but I couldn't. I was too upset by the truth that Vance made me realize. 

"Sorry about that, Kaitlin. I know you and Vance are friends or whatever, but the guy is just so cocky. He pisses me off." Blake took a long look at me, seeing my doubt. His face was full of concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his hand brushing my cheek.

"How do you see us?"

"What did Vance say?" Blake's eyes started to fill with rage. He looked ready to go out and punch Vance.

"Don't worry about, him. How do you see us?"

He sighed.

"Well, in the future, I-" I cut him off. I was tired of hearing about the future. I was tired of hearing what may be.

"No, Blake. How do you see us right now? Where do I stand?"

He took my face in his hands, gazing right into my eyes. 

"Right now, in my mind, you already are my girlfriend. You mean everything to me, Kaitlin. I hate any day when I am away from you." 

I was tearing up as he spoke. This was what I was hoping to hear. I had felt the same for him, but had been too afraid to say anything. 

"This all may have started out as a purely sexual relationship based on a mutual physical attraction, but the more I got to know you, the harder it was to stay away. I want so desperately to show you to the world, for everyone to see that you are the one who makes me truly happy. It kills me that I can't because you deserve it. But I can't right now. And I am so sorry!"

And there was the knife, prodding through my heart. Why? Why couldn't he? What was stopping him?

Blake could see what I was thinking.

"I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't. When this is all over, know that I will. I need you to trust me. As hard as it is, I need you to. I need you with me."

I hated this. I hated that I couldn't show him how I felt every time he walked into a room. I hated that we had to hide everything from the world. But no matter how much I hated it, I couldn't walk away. I had shown that numerous times that I was incapable of doing so. I had to trust him one last time. I was willing to see where this went just a little while longer.

I kissed him, reassuring him that I was there to stay. When our lips parted, he wiped away the tears on my face, and then took my hand, interlacing our fingers. I couldn't help but smile at the gesture. We were back to where we had been this morning. We were solid.

"So what did Vance say that made you doubt?" Blake questioned.

"Nothing more. Just the quip about me not being your girlfriend." It was true that it had been the part that sent me down this winding path, but our entire conversation after Blake had left made me truly question everything. I wasn't going to tell Blake. I would deal with Vance on my own. And I knew just how to do it.

I stood up, headed for the door, and turned the lock. Blake sat in his chair, confused as to what I was doing. 

I bit my lip as I removed my jacket, tossing it onto the table. I straddled Blake in his chair and removed my shirt, leaving me in my lacy pink bra. A smile spread across his face as his hands ran up my flesh. 

I pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfect, muscular chest. I bent down and planted light kisses on his chest. He gasped as I traveled around each muscle group, and ascended to his neck. He whimpered, then pulled my face to meet his, crushing his lips into mine. Our lips moved in synch. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth. His hands traveled up my back and he began to unhook my bra. I moaned against his mouth, relishing all the sensations.

I could feel his dick hardening between my legs. It pressed against my pussy lips, exciting me. I was getting wet.

Blake successfully unlatched my bra, freeing my breasts. His hands found my erect nipple; his fingers lightly circling it and tugging on it. I groaned at his touch. My kissing grew more aggressive, his reward for my pleasure. My hips began grinding against his denim on their own accord. He bit my lip, tugging on it while he moaned. I couldn't take much more of this. I needed him inside me.

I moved off of him and began undoing his pants. Blake had other plans. 

He pushed me back into a standing position and undid the button on my jeans. He slid them down to the floor. Starting at my ankle, Blake brushed his lips up my inseam, causing me to gasp in pleasure. All this teasing was making me even wetter. 

Blake took my matching lace pink thong in his teeth, pulling them down and leaving me completely naked. He gently pushed against my stomach, causing me to fall back onto the conference table. He crawled in between my legs, pushing them as wide as possible.

Then he started flicking my clit with his tongue. I whimpered as he sped up his teasing of my clit. After a few moments, his tongue traveled to my ever moistening hole, diving in eagerly. I shrieked in pleasure as he probed in and out of me. My body trembled as my orgasm began to build.

"Oh Blake, I'm almost there," I cried out.

He smiled up at me, then settled back into his chair, freeing his cock from his jeans. I hopped up off the table and resumed my position a top of him. I hovered over his awaiting dick, before lowering myself down onto him. Blake and I moaned together in pleasure.

I rode his cock fast and hard, pushing myself to my first orgasm in a few strides. I screamed out as the warmth washed through my body and down between my legs. Blake never stopped. He grabbed my waist and continued my movements while I enjoyed the orgasm.

When I finally came down from my climax, Blake was slamming into me harder and faster. Another orgasm was already building inside of me again. Blake buried his face into my neck, kissing and licking it. He tilted his head up, nibbling on my earlobe, but not once disrupting his quickening pace. My hands dug into his hair, holding on for the wild ride.

I bit my lip hard as another orgasm exploded through my body. I groaned into Blake's ear as my body collapsed. A few more pumps and Blake released his load deep inside of me. He moaned loudly, his head collapsing onto my shoulder. 

We stayed there, holding each other for what felt like hours. I was drained of all my energy, but that was fine with me. I had no intention of moving from my current position. I loved being in Blake's arms more than anything else. 

Blake finally looked at me, smirking his signature sexy grin. 

"What?"

He said nothing as he began kissing me passionately.



Blake Ch. 08



Author's note: I apologize for the delay with submitting this chapter. I have been caught up in many writing projects that have required my attention. Thank you for your patience. Chapter nine will follow close behind, as well as chapter ten. Thank you for reading as always! 

*****

"So what did Carl want?" I asked, spurred by curiosity and a lack of ideas. The silence between Blake and myself was killing me. We had spoken very little after our romp in the conference room on the plane. He just eyed Vance the remainder of the flight and it was unsettling. 

We had landed in California and were in route to our hotel. Vance and Arthur were crowded towards the front of the limo, talking with the driver, while Blake and I were seated in the back. His arm was slung around my shoulders, possessively.

Blake looked surprised by my question choice, but proceeded to answer anyways. 

"Apparently Desiree called him to complain about my punishment. So, he took it upon himself to go to the board members and demand I keep my job. He thinks he's some kind of hero and since he 'saved my ass', I should take it easy on Desiree. I told him I would meet up with him on Thursday next week and we would talk. I really have nothing to say to the man. He's a bigger asshole than Desiree, if you can believe that."

I could believe that. He seemed incredibly arrogant in the few minutes I spoke with him at the merger party. 

"So, what are you going to do until then?" I asked. I was terrified of him being intimate with Desiree again. Given how things were going between us, I didn't want another derailment because of his commitment to their failing relationship.

"I'm not going to worry about it right now," he said, gazing down into my eyes. "I'm just going to enjoy my time with you this weekend." 

He leaned in, giving me a gentle kiss and my heart fluttered. Oh, the things this man could do to me.

We soon pulled up to an exquisite hotel. The lobby was immaculate, decorated with gold chandeliers and beautiful paintings. A grand piano sat in the middle, untouched. One would only dream of staying in a place like this, but for me it was a reality. An incredibly surreal reality.

We didn't linger in the lobby for long and I soon found myself in a more lavish living space. It was a four-bedroom suite near the top of the hotel. The furnishings were a pristine white with silver adorned on the walls. The floor was marble tile, with a silver area rug in the living room. Off each corner of the space was a door, which I could only assume led to the bedrooms. I was awestruck.

"What? You don't think we stay in rundown, shady motels, do ya?" Vance jabbed, pulling me from my trance.

"Well, I sure as hell wasn't expecting this."

Across the room, I heard Arthur let out a light chuckle, amused by my bewilderment.

"Don't worry, Kaitlin. You'll get used to it."

He turned his attention to Blake.

"Blake, may I have a word with you?"

"Of course." Blake looked at me, hesitant to leave my side and alone with Vance. I gave him a reassuring smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he followed Arthur into another room. 

I sat down on one of the nearby couches and continued to admire the room while I waited. Vance slid over the back of the couch and landed with his back on the seat.

"So judging by the noise coming from the back of that flight, I'm going to assume that is a no?" he questioned, throwing a golf ball up in the air.

"What?" I asked, puzzled as he continued his personal game of catch.

"To the whole friends with benefits thing that I offered?"

"Yea, that's a no." God knows I wouldn't be able to take another sexual pounding from him.

He frowned, teasingly.

"Such a shame. There is really no downside to it."

"Well, if my definition of friends with benefits is accurate, you just want sex without feelings, right?"

"Yep. Feelings make things messy." Wasn't that the truth. 

I reached over a caught the golf ball, gaining Vance's undivided attention. 

"See? That's where you lose the sale. I want something with depth and feeling, not just to be someone's fuck toy."

"And that's what you get with Blake?" he asked propping himself onto his elbows.

"Yea."

Vance chuckled.

"Isn't it funny that your relationship with him started out with you being his fuck toy?"

"I guess," I responded, slight disheartened. I didn't like the reminder of how our relationship started. Even though it had grown from bad beginnings, the fact that he still was with someone else made me feel like a bit of a whore.

"I never intended on sleeping with him," I continued. "It just kinda happened."

"What? Did you trip and miraculously fell right on his dick and said 'Well, while I'm here...'." Vance started to move his hips slightly, like he was fucking the air. I couldn't help but laugh at his obscene gesture. It quickly pulled me from my funk.

"No, but I hear that's what happened with you and the copy girl."

"That's my story and I'm sticking to it."

We shared a laugh as Arthur and Blake rejoined us in the living room. Blake looked perplexed by our interaction, almost frightened. I knew he wasn't comfortable with me being around Vance, but he was almost borderline paranoid. I would have to speak with him, to put this feud to rest permanently.

Arthur walked behind the couch and stared down at Vance, who was still upside down on the couch. 

"Didn't I raise you not to act like a jackass?" he asked, pushing Vance's legs, causing him to flip off the couch and onto the floor. 

"But that's my redeeming quality," he responded with a smile as he stood up.

"There is nothing redeeming about you," Blake said snidely.

"Some would disagree," Vance retorted, giving me a sideways smile.

***

I awoke alone the next morning in my lavish bedroom. I wished Blake had spent the night with me, but he stayed up much later than I had. I assumed he retired to his own room for the night.

I pulled open the curtains, allowing the warm California sun to trickle in. It was already high in the sky. I looked over to the clock sitting on the night stand. It was already ten thirty in the morning. I began to panic about being late when the door opened.

"Good morning, beautiful," Blake said. He was learning in the doorway with his signature gorgeous smile. My breathing began to hasten at the mere sight of him. My heart was pounding as I looked upon him. He was dressed in worn denim jeans and a tight grey t-shirt allowing me to see every defined muscle. His ice blue eyes were mesmerizing and all I could do was stare at them, my mouth unable to form words.

I hadn't realized he had crossed the room until I felt his hands take hold of my face. He pulled me in, his lips gently caressing mine. My skin felt on fire as I melted into his arms, becoming weaker with each passing moment my lips were locked with his.  

"You know, it's polite to acknowledge the greeting," he chuckled when he finally pulled away. He gazed into my eyes and my heart skipped a few beats.

"How do you do that to me?" 

"What do you mean?" Blake asked, perplexed.

"Every time you touch me, kiss me, or look at me, everything else just stops. You make me feel like there is nothing else in the world, but us. I've never met a guy who can do that to me like you can." 

Blake smiled and brushed his lips against mine. My breathing stopped as I waited for him to crush his lips to mine.

"Because you are the only thing that matters in my world."

I couldn't restrain myself as I pulled him in, kissing him with an uncontrollable hunger. My hands snaked up into his thick brown hair, pulling him in deeper. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, massaging mine against his. I felt him moan against me, savoring every moment.

Abruptly, Blake pulled away from me.

"Don't do that," he growled through gritted teeth. His eyes burned with desire, yet he was restraining his animalistic urges.

"Why?"

"Otherwise we will be in this room all day, fucking each other senseless."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I teased, trying to pull him back into me.

"On any other day, it wouldn't be, but I have plans for us today and I want to keep to them." He pulled away and walked back to the door. "Get dressed and meet me in the dining room."

I hurried to my suitcase, my body still aching for Blake. I wanted him so badly this morning and it was obvious that he wanted me as well. So why was he restraining? What plans were so important?

My stomach was full of butterflies as I got dressed in similar casual attire of tight, light blue jeans and a green shirt. I braided my hair into a side braid and headed to meet Blake.

He was sitting at a small, dark oak dining table. The company file was opened next to him, which he was using as a distraction. The table was filled with breakfast foods that smelled delectable and my stomach growled in response. 

I sat across from Blake, who made no notice of my presence. I pulled food onto my plate, waiting for him to break the silence. I pulled a piece of blueberry muffin and popped it into my mouth without him making a sound. I was halfway through my meal when I couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"So, what do you have planned for the day?"

"You'll see." He smiled, but didn't look up from what he was doing. I admired his dedication to his work; it was one of the numerous things that attracted me to him. Remembering that this was a business trip, I finally realized we were all alone.

"Where is everyone?"

"Arthur wanted to get to know the CEO of Xcel better, so they are out golfing this morning, followed by a business dinner later tonight. We have the day all to ourselves."

"Is Vance with him?"

Blake stopped and I could feel the temperature in the room plummet at the mere mention of his name. He still didn't look up at me.

"Yes."

"Why didn't Arthur take you?" The room grew colder. 

"It's a father-son golfing trip." There was a pain in his voice he was trying to suppress and I knew I hit some exposed nerve. Me and my big fucking mouth.

I sat staring at what remained of my food, my appetite suddenly gone. I didn't like seeing Blake upset, especially when I was the cause. 

Finally, I stood up and walked over to him. He had resumed his work and paid no mind to me as I approached him. I knelt beside him and pulled his face to look at me. The pain from his voice was replicated in his eyes. 

"Blake, you have no reason to be jealous of Vance. He is only a friend to me and he will never be anything more. I made sure he was clear on that point last night. It's you I want, Blake. No one else."

I saw the pain recede, but didn't dissipate. He gave me a weak smile and bent down to kiss me. As his lips moved with mine, all the problems seemed to evaporate in an instant. There was nothing else I could possibly think of other than being his. 

I didn't want him to pull away. I just wanted to stay locked in that embrace forever. He looked at me and smiled. I bit my lip in anticipation of what he might say or do.

"Come on. We have a full day planned," he said, taking me by the hand and leading me out into the sunlight.

***

I gazed into the mirror, assessing my appearance. The dress was a tight fit, yet still classy. It was a dark crimson that clung to every curve of my body and stopped just above my knees. The straps hung off my shoulders leaving a subtle amount of cleavage. This was the third dress I had tried on and I was still uncertain of what to choose for my date with Blake tonight. My nerves were frayed, making my decision almost impossible.

Blake had taken me to an upscale store a block away from our hotel. He gave me instructions to buy a swimsuit and a nice dress for dinner before departing, promising to return shortly. This would be my first real date with him since we hooked up at the Windmore Hotel a few weeks ago, so I was jittery as hell.

Much of our relationship could be characterized by our perfect sexual chemistry, which I had always thought was needed for a successful relationship. Yet, a fear was growing inside of me at the thought of tonight. What if all we had we sexual chemistry? What if after getting to know more about me he wouldn't want anything more to do with me? What if I wouldn't like the deeper him? A lump grew in my throat as my fear grew, threatening to choke me. 

'Get a grip, Katie!' I told myself. 'Of course everything will be fine.' As much as I tried to calm myself, I was still doubtful about today.

"Hey, baby!"

Blake startled me, pulling me from my internal struggle. He was leaning over the top of the door, arms resting on under his chin. He had a sexy smirk on his gorgeous face as he appreciated me.

"You look gorgeous. Is that the dress you're getting?"

"Well, since you seem to like it so much, I guess I am." I smiled at him, trying to keep the concern from my face. 

Blake gave me an adoring smile, and then left me to change. I met him near the register and placed my purchases on the counter. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kept his gaze on me, his eyes filled with desire. I couldn't help but blush. I had never had a man who wanted me as much as Blake, nor a man who was so public about it. My anxiety started to ease in his presence.

Blake slipped his credit card to the cashier before I could retrieve mine from his wallet. 

"Blake, you don't-" 

"Consider it a gift." He smiled as he grabbed my bags and my hand.

***

The waves lapped at my legs as I moved further into the ocean. Blake had me by the hand, leading me into the water. I wasn't a fantastic swimmer, so I was thankful that he had a firm grip of me, especially if he was going to continue to pull me out to sea. 

Blake abruptly stopped. The water was at my waist, but I could still easily touch the ocean floor. He turned to me and took me in his arms, bending down so that his lips were grazing against mine. My heart fluttered as we melded together, enjoying each other. He hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I relished the public display of affection, showing the world that he was mine and I was his. 

He pulled away from our kiss, putting his forehead against mine.

"Can you swim?" he asked.

"A little." I teased, brushing my nose against his.

His face lit up with a mischievous smile and the next thing I knew I was airborne, flying out into the open ocean. I felt myself hit the water and begin to sink into its depths. When I felt the ocean floor, I launched myself up to the surface, sputtering out salt water and attempting to clear my eyes.

I looked over to Blake who was laughing hysterically at his trick. I couldn't let him get away unpunished, so I jumped, knocking unsuspecting Blake into the water. I pushed him down beneath the surface in a desperate attempt to keep my head above the water. When Blake resurfaced, the roles were reversed and I was the one laughing at his misfortune. 

I was prepared for his retaliation and did my best to prevent myself from being re-submerged. We wrestled in the water, each trying to dunk the other. Blake often got the upper hand on me because of his strength, but I wouldn't go down without a fight. A few times I was able to take advantage of Blake in a vulnerable position, like when his foot slipped, and was easily able to get him underwater.

I enjoyed seeing this fun, easy going side of Blake. I was familiar with the business side and the sexy side, but this side of him was entirely new. I hadn't enjoyed myself with someone I had desired a relationship with in a long time. The thought crossed my mind that maybe this was how things were going to be in the future, when we could officially declare ourselves in a relationship; when we no longer had to hide our feelings and desire for each other.

Eventually, we made our way back to the shore, soaked and winded. Blake put his arm around me and pulled me tightly against him as we walked to our spot on the beach. He had laid out a large beach blanket and set up a shady umbrella. Beneath that was a large cooler full of drinks and sandwiches, as well as a basket full of various snacks. It was a simple date, but a perfect one. 

I plopped myself onto the blanket and donned my sunglasses. Blake handed me an icy cool bottle of water before grabbing the keys to our rental car.

"I forgot my phone. I'll be right back, sweetheart." He kissed me gently before running off. 

As I watched him depart, I felt a new found sense of excitement about spending the afternoon with him in an intimate setting and so publicly on display. All the negative things that Vance had mentioned about my relationship with Blake the day before were disappearing. I bit my lip in anticipation of his return.

"Hey baby," a gruff voice said from behind me. I turned to see a tall, obscenely buff man in a tight speedo. His hair was thick and black and hung just over his eyes. It was not only wet from the water, but also greasy. He had a crooked smile as he eyed me up and down

"What is a pretty thing like you doing all alone?"

"I'm not alone," I responded, making no effort to hide my annoyance. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

He sat down next to me. He wreaked of alcohol, bad cologne, and salt water. He was as unpleasant to smell as he was to talk to.

"Well, allow me to keep you company until he gets back."

"I don't think so," I said, looking back in the direction Blake had just departed. Every second he was gone was agonizing, more so with this man sitting next to me. I hoped the man would get the hint that I wanted nothing to do with him, but something told me he wouldn't.

"Oh come on, baby. I'm not that bad, once you get to know me."

He lifted his hand to brush a wet, loose strand of hair from my face. I caught his wrist.

"Don't touch me," I threatened through gritted teeth.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that in a woman." He brought his face inches from mine, his breath creeping across my skin. I pulled my free hand around to strike him, but he caught it and tried to push himself closer to me. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong.

A moment later, the man's face contorted as a fist made contact with it. He was surprised by the impact, causing him to fall back and release me. I scurried away from him before looking up to see my rescuer. 

It was Blake. Rage filled his eyes as he looked down at the stranger, who was trying to compose himself. When he finally recovered, he jumped to his feet, ready to defend himself.

"Who the fuck are you?" the man asked, still slightly disoriented.

"When my girlfriend says she's taken, that should be a clue for you to back the hell off." Hearing Blake call me his girlfriend made my heart race a little. 

The stranger charged towards Blake, taking a wild swing. I held my breath in fear, but it was unnecessary. Blake dodged out of the way, connecting a punch to the man's stomach. He fell to the ground, grabbing his abdomen. Soon, two smaller men scrambled over to him, trying to help him up. He was tossing and groaning on the ground.

"Tell your friend if he comes over here and bothers my girl again, I'll sue him for sexual harassment. Now get him the fuck out of here."

The two men nodded, knowing full well that Blake meant business and carried their friend off.

Blake turned to me, kneeling down to meet my gaze. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, all rage and anger gone. The only visible emotion was concern.

"Of course." I took his hand in mine, examining it to make sure nothing was damaged. He appeared to be fine.

A smile immediately spread across his face. He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately, as though we had been separated for years, rather than a few minutes. My heart danced beneath his affection. I felt like I truly belonged to him when our lips met. Nothing in the world could separate us. This was a man who was willing to fight to protect me, to have me. No other man I had ever been with made me feel so valued, so cared for. No man had ever wanted me or wanted to keep me safe. For the first time in my life, I felt like I truly mattered to someone.




Blake Ch. 08



***

I assessed myself in the mirror one last time. I was in the crimson dress that Blake picked out for me. My hair was curled and tied into a side ponytail. My makeup was minimal, only using black eyeliner and nude eye shadow to accent my eyes and a dark red lipstick to make my lips match my dress. I finished the ensemble off with my strappy black heels, the same ones I wore the first time I slept with Blake. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, but it didn't help.

Why was I so panicked? I had been with this man in the most intimate ways humanly possible and here I was getting the jitters for a dinner date!

The truth was, this was our first real date. We didn't spend much of our time on the beach talking, but relaxing and playing in the sea and on the sand. Now, we were going to be face to face with each other, forced to speak to one another. What if he doesn't like me? What if I am completely boring?

'Pull yourself together Katie. What's not to like about you?' 

'Well, what if there happens to be something wrong with him?' I was at war with my subconscious.

When I thought about it, there couldn't be anything possibly wrong with him. He was sweet, kind, caring, protective, and smart. What wasn't there to like? He was perfect.

I couldn't put it off any longer. I grabbed my clutch and headed down to the lobby to meet Blake.

My heart leapt out of my chest and my breath hitched in my throat. He was unbelievably handsome in his tailored black suit. He had a crimson shirt, the same color as my dress with a black tie. His brown hair was spiked a little in the front, revealing his gorgeous ice blue eyes. 

I paused on the stairs as I admired him. I finally caught his eye and a sexy smirk spread across his face. He moved quickly to meet me. I was still stunned and was only broken from my trance when he kissed my cheek.

"You look amazing, Kaitlin."

I blushed and looked down at my feet. I wasn't used to compliments about my appearance.

"Thank you!"

Blake took me by my hand and led me through the lobby to the hotel restaurant. When we arrived, we were greeted by the host, who must've recognized Blake as we were immediately escorted to our seat. We passed the tables in the dining room, all of which were occupied by wealthy and beautiful patrons. Women eyed Blake as we passed by them, some of which followed their look of admiration of him with a look of disgust towards me, as though they could not figure out why Blake would be interested in a woman as plain as myself. I couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction, knowing I was his and they weren't.

We were led out onto the back patio, which had a few tables scattered about, all of which were occupied as well. The host led us the right and around the corner. Then my jaw dropped.

Away from the sight of other guests was a secluded table, surrounded by bushes with red flowers in full bloom. Between the bushes, was a view of a fountain on the hotel golf course, which was illuminated in the night. The table was adorned with fine china, cutlery, and exquisite glassware. On one of the plates was a crimson red rose. I was in awe.

I turned to Blake, who smiled as he squeezed my hand.

"I wanted tonight to be special."

"Is this all for me?"

"Of course. I wouldn't do this for any other woman."

He led me to the table and, like a gentleman, pulled out my chair. I took the rose and tucked it into my ponytail for safe keeping, smiling sweetly at Blake as he sat down. The host handed us our menus with a friendly smile and headed off, leaving us alone.

I looked around, fully taking in the beauty that was around us. 

"I spent this morning planning this arrangement out with the hotel staff. I think they did a fantastic job on such short notice. What do you think?"

"It's amazing. When you asked me to dinner, I thought it would be a nice restaurant, but I never imagined it would be anything like this. Thank you."

"Not a problem," he said with a wink.

Soon, our waiter arrived to take our order. Blake ordered a bottle of red wine with a name I couldn't even begin to pronounce, before the waiter scurried off, leaving us alone in our own little world again. 

"Kaitlin, let's be honest with each other. We've known each other for a few short weeks and let me say what an amazing few weeks it has been. But outside of a work relationship, I feel like I don't know you as well as I should, considering the feelings I have for you."

I wanted to ask exactly how he felt about me, but he was right. We didn't know that much about each other on a personal level. 

"Well, that seems like a simple problem to rectify. What do you want to know?"

"Tell me about your family."

Oh, no. That was not a topic I enjoyed discussing. I hesitated at first, not wanting to share, but I soon began to realize that honesty was the best way to move forward, especially if Blake was serious about us having a future together.

"I'm an only child. Growing up, my father worked many odd jobs to put food on the table, while my mom stayed home with me. Eventually, they grew apart and divorced when I was three. My dad worked even harder after the divorce to make sure I had everything I ever wanted. He taught me very young that I had to earn everything and that no one was just going to hand things to me."

"Sounds like a smart man."

"I worked hard all through school to make sure he wouldn't have to worry about my college education. I got into college on a full scholarship. I was determined to take care of my dad for the rest of his life since he had done so much for me my whole life."

"I bet he is so proud of you," he said with a smile.

My face dropped as memories came flooding back to me.

"He was. Unfortunately, he passed away two weeks before I graduated high school."

Blake took my hand to try and comfort me. I was so grateful to have him with me.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago," I reassured him with a weak smile.

"How about your mother?"

"She's a hopeless romantic. She dated around for a long time looking for Mr. Right to come along. She's still looking."

In truth, I barely talked to my mother. She was always going on about her love life and how I need to be more actively searching for a man that it put a strain on our relationship. She didn't think a woman was anything without a man attached to her arm.

"How long were you single before I came along?" 

I wanted to mention that I was still technically single, but I refrained. I didn't want to bring Desiree into our little slice of heaven.

"A little over a year. My ex, Tyler, didn't like that I worked too much. I guess that led to a lot of my relationship failures," I laughed.

"Well, it looks like this time, your hard work paid off." He smiled his sexy smile. I loved any mention he made of me being his. It was wonderful. 

"So, what about you? What's your story, Blake?"

"I was born to a single mother. My father ran off when he found out she was pregnant. My mother was a smart woman, working as an ER nurse. She married her husband when I was about five. He had no desire to have children, so they shipped me off to boarding school soon after. I rarely saw her after that. In fact, I haven't seen or spoken to my mother since I was sixteen."

I was in shock. How could a parent abandon their child, especially for another person? It boggled my mind. His mother was missing out on the wonderful man her son had become. My heart broke a little, knowing that he lacked family and support when he needed it. I reached across the table and took his hand. He smiled, seemingly unaffected by the memory of his childhood.

"While at boarding school, I met Vance. He was as much the arrogant asshole then as he is today. We constantly competed in school and I would usually edge him out in competition. He would make himself feel better by bragging about how his father owned a huge company and that one day it would all be his. I assumed he got his arrogance from his father."

"But you were surprised," I finished.

"Absolutely. I graduated top of my class with a full ride to basically any school. Arthur was a key speaker at the ceremony. He told me how impressed he was and offered me an internship at his company. He said if I worked hard there and in college, I would have a permanent job at AdVanceMent when I earned my degree."

"So how is it that you're taking over AdVanceMent instead of Vance?"

He let out a light chuckle as he sipped his wine. 

"The CEO position is about image as much as it is business decisions. I'm more qualified than Vance, but the bigger key is my lifestyle choices. Vance whores around, drinks excessively, and gambles like money falls from the sky. No one wants to invest in a company where the CEO possesses every vice known to man."

"How did Vance take the news?"

"He was mad at first, but then he realized that he had freedom to do what he wished. My life will be under a microscope while I'm at AdVanceMent, both public and private."

Blake focused on me for a long moment, pondering something. I grew uneasy and shifted in my chair in discomfort. Finally, he grabbed my hand, stroking the back on it with his thumb. He looked down at my hand, focused on his gentle caressing of my skin.

"Kaitlin, if after everything, you agree to date me, your life will also be under constant scrutiny. Every action and behavior will be monitored. Are you willing to subject yourself to that, just to be with me?"

I thought about it for a moment. I've never been one for the spotlight. It terrified me thinking my every step would be watched. Then, I thought back to the beach earlier. Was I being watched now? Would our tryst be exposed to the public in the papers? Would Desiree find out? Panic started to rise in my throat. So many questions needed to be answered.

"Aren't I under watch right now? I mean, won't the papers pick up on our time earlier this afternoon?"

Blake shook his head. He looked unconcerned.

"Outside of New York, no one cares because I'm not the face of the company. That's why I've been so relaxed while we were here. No fear of Desiree finding anything out on the other side of the country."

Was I willing to give up my privacy just to be with him? Was I willing to be bombarded with constant attention and questioning just for a relationship?

As our entrées arrived, I still pondered Blake's question. I could see my lack of answer was making him uncomfortable and uneasy. I wanted to reach across the table and comfort him, hold him until everything was alright. It was only then that I knew my answer.

"I'm not going anywhere."

***

We returned to our suite after a very pleasant dinner, during which we learned even more about each other. Getting this glimpse into Blake's life made him that much more desirable. He was a man that was dealt a shit hand and made the best of it through hard work. It was an admirable trait that maybe translated into his personal life. 

Maybe he would work hard in our relationship. We would overcome anything and maybe last a long time. That's what I've always wanted most from a man; to stick by me when things got tough, not to run away with his tail between his legs.

The suite was vacant when we entered. It was still early in the evening, so there was a good chance Vance and Arthur were still out to dinner with the CEO from Xcel. I was relishing this alone time with Blake. I had been filled with ever growing desire all day, although I did my best to suppress it. After dinner, my need was reaching its peak. I wanted to be close with him, to show him that after today, I wanted no one else but him. I was completely his.

I moved into Blake's arms and kissed him passionately. My fingers ran through his hair, pulling him deeper into our kiss. His arms circled around my waist, pulling me into him. He pulled away from our kiss, catching his breath.

"Tonight was amazing. I enjoyed getting to know you better, Kaitlin. You truly are an amazing woman."

"Tonight can only get better," I replied, returning my lips to their proper place against his. I kissed him with an ever increasing intensity and hunger. I wanted him so badly. 

Blake grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards my room. Once inside, he gestured me to the dresser while he removed his coat and shoes. I walked to the dresser which had a mirror hanging over it and removed the flower from my hair, placing it gently on the furnishing. I removed my heels, tossing them to the side.

When I stood up, I felt Blake's arms wrap around my waist and his lips were on my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access to my throat. I moaned softly as he kissed the length of my neck and down my shoulder. I felt his hands travel around my back, finding the zipper to my dress.

He pulled it down and his hands found the fabric near my shoulders. As he pushed the dress down, his lips trailed down the back of my body, gliding down slowly and barely touching me. I began to shake slightly from the sensation, my nerves on fire. His lips followed down my spine, over my backside, and down my left leg. 

He paused only for a moment when the dress hit the floor, then proceeded to plant light kisses all the way back up my body, following the same path his lips just traveled. My breath was ragged and my heart was racing as he touched me. This was torture. Pleasant, but torture. I wanted him to take me already, but I knew he was savoring every moment, as was I.

He returned to the same spot on my throat and began kissing it again, this time with more hunger and aggression. His hands traveled to my exposed breasts, messaging them and pulling on them. I was panting as the added sensations quickened the climb of my orgasm. 

"You have such an amazing body, Kaitlin," he whispered into my ear. "I want to enjoy every inch of it."

His right hand traveled down my stomach and underneath my panties, finding my dripping sex. He barely grazed my clit and I could not contain the loud moan that emanated from my throat. He wasted no time pushing one finger into my aching pussy, then another. I pushed them in and out agonizingly slow. I twisted and moaned beneath him, barely able to keep myself up. I could feel his breath on my neck quickening as he continued to push into me. 

I was right on the edge, so close to my release.

"Please," I begged, trying to twist beneath him to achieve what I desperately needed.

Blake slammed his fingers into me faster, while the base on his palm rubbed against my clit. It wasn't long before I finally achieved my release, almost collapsing in Blake's arms as I moaned loudly in ecstasy. 

Blake continued to kiss my neck as I climbed down. He helped me to the edge of my bed, laying me down gently. He looked down at me as I lay motionless on the bed. He removed his tie, followed by his shirt, revealing his spectacular chest. He bent down, positioning his hands on either side of my face and kissed me, softly. My body reawakened with desire, but I was still lacking the energy to move. 

Blake moved down my body, kissing his way down my front the same way he had kissed up my back. My heart was pounding in my ears and my blood was on fire. This was unlike anything I had felt before, but I couldn't get enough of it. 

When Blake reached my panties, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled them off. His lips followed down until he reached my sensitive nub. He flicked it lightly with his tongue and my hips bucked from the sensation and a groan escaped from my lips. He continued to do this, stopping after each lick to allow my body to react. More torture. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

As if he could sense my anguish, he plunged his tongue deep inside of me, while his thumb teased my clit, urging my body closer to another mind shattering orgasm. My fingers gripped the sheets on the bed, as I attempted to control my body, but the effort was pointless. My body tensed as the warmth of my second orgasm coursed through me. 

I felt drained and exhausted. Blake returned to me and kissed me softly. I could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. I could feel his massive erection resting against me, but he made no move to push into me. 

He brushed away a loose strand of hair as he looked into my eyes. It was so easy to get lost in his gaze.

"You have no idea how much you mean to me, Kaitlin," he said, brushing his nose against mine. "Promise me that you'll be mine."

"I don't want to be anyone else's."

He smiled at me, then pushed into me his full length. I gasped in pleasure as I was filled completely. He let out a groan and paused to look into my eyes. I was captivated by him.

Blake kept his face close to mine as he began to pump in and out of me slowly. Our breathing was sporadic. I wrapped my arms around him and threaded my fingers through his hair. He never broke eye contact as he increased his pace, nor did he pull away from me. He kept me close. It was the most intimate thing ever. 

Our breathing became more ragged with each push as we were both climbing to our final climax. My pulse was through the roof and my blood was fire in my veins. I couldn't take much more and I screamed out in pleasure as I was overtaken by the amazing sensation. Blake soon followed as he groaned and filled me. 

Blake lowered his face and kissed me gently. That was the last thing I remembered before I passed out from blissful exhaustion. 

***

I awoke several hours later. My bed was vacant and I was in complete darkness. I rolled over to check the clock. 2:30AM. 

A gentle cool breeze was coming from the open door of the balcony. I pulled on my robe, which was resting on a nearby chair, and headed for the balcony. Outside, Blake was seated at the table in black gym shorts. He must have returned to his room at some point. 

Blake looked over at me as I came outside. He reached a hand out to me and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me on my cheek and I let out a sigh. He was so romantic, so perfect. I could sit cuddled up to him forever.

"I have something for you," he whispered into my ear. He pulled a black box off the table and handed it to me. I looked at it then at him, puzzled, before lifting the lid of the box.

Inside was a simple diamond pendant on a silver chain.

"I didn't think you were someone who liked overly ornate pieces. Do you like it?"

"I love it. What's it for?"

He pulled me in closer, taking the necklace from the box, unclasping it and placing it around my neck.

"It is a small gesture to show you how I feel about you." Once the necklace was clasped, he nuzzled my neck. "No matter what happens in the days to come, just remember you are the one I want. No one else." 

He held me tightly as his words passed through my mind. He really did care for me. Everything about today was proof that he meant what he said; that he would leave Desiree. Although I couldn't understand why he couldn't be mine now, I had a feeling I would know soon enough. I had to trust him. I had to because I was deeply in love him.



Blake Ch. 09



"Vance, can you stop staring at me like a circus freak?"

He'd been doing it for the last hour or so and it was starting to get incredibly annoying. And it wasn't like I did anything to really warrant the staring. He just couldn't believe how the meeting with the executives went down. The more I sat on our return flight, the more I couldn't believe it myself.

Blake, Arthur, and Vance had been negotiating with the tech firm's CEO William and his son Parker for well over three hours without even getting close to a deal. They had exhausted all their usual methods of negotiation and offered all they thought they could, but William wouldn't budge. He stood firm against the AdVanceMent elite and refused the merger under Arthur's terms.

We were about to leave without the sale and await the inevitable stock dip after the holiday weekend, when an idea came spilling from my mouth. I couldn't believe I had spoken out of turn and was already beginning to apologize when William insisted I continued to elaborate. 

It was really quite a simple plan that circulated around the advertisement idea I had envisioned when I read their file, which was to keep the company family focused and to have that be the selling point. William was immediately sold on the idea and addressed me for much of the remaining meeting. 

I had never made a business deal before and didn't know how to proceed. Arthur backed everything I proposed without hesitation. Blake gave me a continuous encouraging smile, which helped my confidence boost tremendously. Vance just sat befuddled, confused as to how an assistant with virtually no business experience could secure a deal that they could not. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just waiting for you to sprout wings and start sucking the life from people. Be careful, Blake. She might be sucking all your talent out of your dick."

Blake was lost in his book, and made no effort to look at Vance when he spoke.

"She's got a college degree and a good head on her shoulders. She's not a vampire, Vance. And if that were the case, I guess you have completely lost your touch for business on Friday when you slept with her because, let's face it; you didn't have much talent for business to begin with."

I couldn't suppress my snicker at Vance's expense. He glared at me like a pissed off child. It made me laugh harder.

To be honest, this whole deal had me giddy. My confidence was soaring after the meeting and I knew this would be a great resume booster. I had no intention of being an assistant forever, but I lacked the experience to get a good job. Now, I was going to be working closely with the CEO of my company, as well Xcel's CEO, on the acquisition. William also asked that I lead the advertising campaign personally, which was a career dream come true. 

I was pulled from my thoughts when Arthur returned from the cockpit. 

"Spectacular work, Kaitlin. I am thoroughly impressed with your ability to assess companies and develop business strategies. You have a natural talent for this line of work."

"Thank you sir."

"As for you Blake, thank you for finding this lovely woman." Blake nodded in approval, and then smiled at me in admiration. 

"And Vance," he turned towards his son. Vance sat upright, waiting for his praise. "Thank you for being a waste of space on this trip. You could've at least won the damn golf game for us."

Blake and I did our best to hide our laughter. 

"Love you too, dad."

Arthur smiled and reached over to pat his son on the shoulder. His relationship with Vance was loving, but humorous.

"When we land, Blake, please go to the office to return the files to their proper place before heading home for the night. I will see you all bright and early tomorrow."

Arthur turned to head back to the cockpit, but stopped upon remembering something.

"Kaitlin, I almost forgot. You and I have a lunch meeting tomorrow with the renovation team. They want to discuss the design of your office."

I looked at him, puzzled.

"But I don't have an office."

"As the head of our advertising department, you do." 

***

Blake and I had reached his office several hours later. I was still in shock over the news Arthur had delivered to me on the plane. I was to be the new director of advertising. I couldn't believe it. All from one deal, I had secured my dream job. I had to pinch myself a few times just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It was unreal.

Blake looked at me when we entered his office. He saw I was still in shock from the plane ride.

"Kaitlin, why is it so unbelievable for you? You earned this promotion. You should be ecstatic."

"Believe me, I am. It's just, people work their entire lives in the industry and never get this position. Do you really think it's a good fit?"

Blake let out a light hearted chuckle.

"Arthur is a fantastic judge of talent in this business. That's why he has been so successful. He surrounds himself with only the best in the industry and nothing less. He wouldn't have promoted you to the position if he didn't feel you were up to it, no matter how much I begged."

He was right. Arthur was an intelligent man and he wouldn't jeopardize his company making stupid decisions. It was still difficult to wrap my head around. I had worked for over six years to build my reputation and learn from the best and now, I was going to lead an entire department. It's just a lot to wrap my head around in a short time.

Blake could sense what last inkling of doubt I had. He moved from the file cabinet to his desk, which I was standing next to. He rested his hands on my shoulders and bent to look into my eyes.

"You're truly a magnificent woman, Kaitlin. You single handedly saved that deal. I'd say that's pretty impressive and worthy of a promotion. Don't doubt yourself."

I smiled back at him as the last shred of doubt and disbelief ran from my mind. Leave it Blake to make my world perfect again. He gave me a quick kiss on the head before returning to the file cabinet.

As I stood there waiting for him to finish, a new concern arose in my mind.

"So, now that I've been promoted, what are you going to do about an assistant?"

"What? You don't want to keep your position with me?"

"As much as I love my position as your assistant, and all the wonderful perks that come with it, I doubt I can handle both jobs."

He tsked while fingering through the file cabinet.

"There you go again, doubting yourself."

"I don't doubt my abilities. I just want to preserve my sanity." What little I have left, I thought to myself.

"I'll probably just find some girl to man the phone here and spend an unbelievable time in the Advertising Director's office," he turned giving me a wink. My heart started thudding in my ears, knowing what he meant. He would be spending a lot of time fucking me in my office; not that I wouldn't happily welcome it.

"You wouldn't give her the company introduction that you gave me, would you?" I joked. 

I heard a small groan escape Blake's lips as he remembered taking me in the conference level only a week ago. 

Blake shut the file cabinet and turned towards me, desire filling his eyes. He sauntered over to me, giving me his signature sexy smirk. I could already feel myself dampening as he approached. 

"I think we should celebrate your promotion," he said, taking me in his arms.

"As great as that sounds, it's been a really long day and I don't want to go anywhere besides my bed." As much as I wanted to spend more time with this unbelievable man, I was exhausted.

He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted it to meet his eyes. My breath stopped as I gazed into his icy blue stare, captivated by this man yet again.

"Okay," he said softly. "We can save the formal celebration for later. But how about something quick?"

"Quick? What did you have in mind?" I could barely find my voice. I felt his hands travel over my shoulders and down my back, pulling me closer into his embrace.

"Oh, something I think you'll really enjoy."

Blake lowered his lips to mine, pushing against them with hunger. I gasped at his eagerness and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth. He massaged mine with his and a moan escaped my throat. His hands pulled me in closer to him, trying to force our bodies together. 

Soon his lips moved to my exposed throat, kissing and licking it from my jaw to the base of my neck and back up. I was panting heavily under his touch and my blood was racing through my veins. I weaved my hands into his hair, pulling him deeper into my throat. He nibbled lightly at it, extracting another moan from me.

Blake leaned back and sat on the edge of his desk, pushing as much paperwork and office supplies off it with one of his arms; everything crashed to the floor. He leaned back on the desk, pulling me on top of him. His hands moved from the base of my back, gliding over my ass and down my thighs until he found the hem of my skirt. His hands dipped under and gliding along my inner thighs, pulling the material higher and higher.

I was eager to feel him inside me. I hurriedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling free his massive cock. His hands found the leg cut outs of my panties. He pushed them aside and slid a finger against my dripping cunt.

"Fuck, Kaitlin. You must really want it, huh?"

I nodded my head, as my throat was too dry to say anything. He smirked at me and positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to my moist hole. He rubbed his member along my slit, teasing me slowly. I couldn't take it for one second and slid down onto his dick. We moaned in unison as he filled me with his manhood. 

I paused only for a moment before I began to ride him. Sliding up and down his shaft as fast and hard as I could. I didn't want to savior this. I was starving and I needed to be satisfied. The look in Blake's eye showed he felt the same. He had his hands on my hips, driving me into him harder and faster.

My orgasm was climbing higher and higher with each thrust. Just when I thought I was going to come undone, I kept climbing. He kept driving into me harder and faster. He was biting his lip, trying to contain himself from exploding deep inside me. He wasn't going to let himself cum until I did.

Our bodies kept slamming into each other rattling the desk beneath us. I kept riding him, while he returned my thrusts. I was close, but not there yet. I was getting frustrated. I wanted that release so badly. I wanted Blake to fill me with every drop of cum.

He pushed me off him and climbed off the desk. Blake forced my body down onto the desk and spread my legs far apart. He plunged back into me from behind, just as hard and fast as before. This time, he was hitting places deep inside me that no man had ever reached. I moaned and thrashed beneath him. This was what I needed. I writhed beneath him as my orgasm tore through me, filling my veins with lava. My toes curled and my body tensed as I let out a loud moan of pleasure.

Blake was right behind me as he exploded deep inside me. This prolonged my orgasm, as I felt unbelievably full. Fuller than I had ever thought possible. He groaned as his massive load filled me entirely. It was amazing.

We collapsed on the desk, gasping for air and unable to move. We were too weak, yet completely satisfied. He nibbled my earlobe slightly, trying to get my attention.

"Congratulations, beautiful."

***

Blake dropped me off at my apartment about an hour later. As much as he wanted to come with me, he had no desire to see Desiree. I was tempted not to return to my apartment, but I knew it would look suspicious if I didn't return. I only had to put up with this for a little longer according to Blake. Soon we would be able to be together without fear of her knowing.

As I walked down the hall to my door, I could hear loud moans and panting emanating from behind our door. A small part of me was hoping Blake could be here to hear this. The look on Desiree's face when she got caught would be priceless.

I stood at the door for a few minutes, listening to the noises getting louder and louder. I hoped this was signaling that she and Kurt would finish soon, so I could get in without too much awkwardness.

"Oh, fuck" I heard a male voice scream. It was too high pitched to be Kurt. 

"That's right, Patrick. Fill me, baby," Desiree screamed out.

I paused for another minute before inserting my key into the lock. I could hear the two of them scrambling behind the door, trying to be decent for when I entered. When I crossed the threshold, Desiree was sprawled on the couch, covered in a bed sheet. I made a mental note to leave the couch when I moved out. I really didn't want to sit on it ever again at this point.

Behind her was our younger neighbor, Patrick. He was maybe a sophomore in college, but looked like he was easily in his late twenties. He was wearing grey gym shorts and was coated in sweat. He didn't look at me when I entered. 

Desiree started laughing as I placed my keys and purse on the small table near the door. I couldn't tell if she was drunk or just being stupid, but either way, I didn't want to deal with her.

"Hey, Katie. Why are you back so soon?" she asked, propping her head on the arm rest.

"It's Monday night."

"Really? Time flies I guess," she laughed, looking back at Patrick. He gave a halfhearted smile, but still couldn't look at me. He was so awkward for a guy who just got laid.

"Uh huh. So have you just been fucking yourself senseless all weekend?" 

"Not all weekend," she replied. "We had to stop to eat occasionally."

"Of course. So where's Kurt?"

Patrick's eyes shot up. I guessed he was unaware that Desiree liked to sleep around.

She didn't seem to notice or care about Patrick's feelings when I asked. 

"He couldn't come by tonight," she replied, standing up as she spoke. She moved over to Patrick and started stroking his chest, clearly ready to go for another round. "But Patrick was more than willing."

Patrick smirked at her, but still looked too exhausted. Bored, Desiree moved closer to me.

"So how was your trip?" I was puzzled that she would give a shit, but decided to amuse her.

"Productive. We wer-"

"Did Blake behave?" she interrupted. 

Of course! Why did even a small part of me think she gave a shit about my work? I wanted to tell her about the weekend in excruciating detail. I wanted to tell her how I sucked Blake's dick in his office, how we joined the mile high club, and how he made love to me after a romantic evening. I wanted to rub it in her face, to put her in her place. It took all my will power to behave. 

"Yes, but obviously you didn't."

Desiree smiled, then shrugged. She looked over at Patrick who nodded, indicating he was ready for her again. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand. She turned back to me as she led him to her bedroom.

"Hey, he brought it on himself."

***

The stock price survived the Desiree debacle of the weekend and even climbed as word spread of our partnership with Xcel. The papers were hush about details, but did indicate that the deal was made by a rising star at AdVanceMent Capital. Details were to be released in the coming weeks, all orchestrated by Arthur, who was to guide me through the media circus.

I saw very little of Blake the next day. Between the meetings with Arthur, the advertising division, and designers for my new office, I was away from my desk all day. Blake had his own concerns, as he was still handling the acquisition of my former employer, as well as clearing up the disaster of Desiree with public relations. I found myself missing him and even daydreaming of him in what free moments I had. I fiddled with the necklace he had given me, knowing he was thinking of me too.

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I returned to my desk, hoping to see Blake even for the briefest of moments. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. Disheartened, I left for the day, texting him as I made my way out of the building. 

I didn't receive a reply from him until I was about to drift off to sleep at home.

'I'm so sorry I didn't get to see you today, Kaitlin,' he texted. 'I missed you so much.'

I smiled and texted my reply.

'I missed you too. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.'

But it wasn't. Wednesday was basically a repeat of the day before. Arthur and I were in meetings all day, interviewing people who would work with me directly on the advertising campaign for Xcel. Vance and I made two conference calls out to William as we discussed the finer details of the campaign, as well as figuring out the costs of improving his productivity. My head ached by the end of it and I was in desperate need of a drink.

I went back to my desk to see if Blake wanted to join Vance and me at the bar, but he was swamped. He insisted I go with Vance, saying I deserved it and promising that we would celebrate this weekend. It was nice to see he was trusting me with Vance now. That, or he was too busy to really process it all; I couldn't tell which. 

Thursday, I was able to do most of my work from my desk. My office wasn't going to be done until Monday, so Blake kept his office door shut so we could both do our own work without distractions, but it was hard for me to focus being so close to him, yet not be with him. I found myself playing with the necklace often, using it to remind me that even though we weren't together, he still cared about me and I was still his.

Shortly after lunch, Desiree's father, Carl, showed up. He had a smug smile on his face as he approached my desk. You would have thought he owned the company with the way he carried himself. 

"Miss Stevens," he said, looking down his nose at me.

"Mr. Daniels," I replied as civilly as I could. I knew him being here was not a good thing. He was here to talk Desiree with Blake and it pissed me off. I carried myself professionally, but deep down I wanted to tell him to fuck off.

"Please tell your boss, Mr. Taylor, I'm here." He put unnecessary emphasis on the word boss, as if he was trying to put me in my place. He struck me as the type of guy who didn't like women in leadership roles. Maybe he had gotten word of the deal I made with Xcel and felt he had to kick me down a peg. I wanted to spit on him, but I wasn't going to waste the saliva.

"Carl," Blake greeted as he came out of his office. "Please come in." Blake gave no notice to me as he headed back into his office. I pouted for a moment before returning to my work. 

I knew Blake was focused on his work. The week had been stressful for us both and things were falling by the wayside as a result. I just wished that I wasn't one of those things.

Carl emerged from the office about a half an hour later, ecstatic and overjoyed about something. Blake followed close behind, his bag slung over his shoulder. 

"Kaitlin, can you take my messages for the rest of the day? Any emergencies, please direct them to Arthur." He was curt and very businesslike. It was unsettling, but I assumed his behavior was due to Carl. Being too friendly with your assistant might be suspicious to a man like him.

"Of course, Mr. Taylor."

Without another word, they both left, leaving me alone in the office and with my thoughts.

I was heartbroken. I knew our jobs were keeping us apart this week, but I couldn't help but feel forgotten by Blake. Over the weekend, he had kept me close and showed that he cared about me, possibly even loved me. Now, it seemed like he couldn't be bothered.

I grabbed the necklace again. I had promised to trust him, to ride this out a little while longer. I had to. He had given me a glimpse of what a life with him would be like, full of joy and romance. I wanted that so desperately. I loved him and I would do anything to be with him. I just had to ride this out a little while longer.




Blake Ch. 09



***

Friday morning came and I was completely alone at my desk yet again. Much of the work I had this week had been delegated to the appropriate staff. Today, I was an overseer, so my first job was being Blake's assistant. I was looking forward to today since we would both have time to talk to each other for the first time all week. 

Blake was scheduled to come in around one in the afternoon, as he had a charity event in the morning. After that, his day was free. All I had to do was distract myself until he came in. 

I headed down to advertising division to see if the staff needed anything, but they were incredibly focused for early in the morning and I felt like more of a hindrance. 

I went passed my new office to see if it had been finished early. If it was, I would distract myself by moving in. The walls were painted and the carpeting was put in, but there was no furniture and it wasn't set to be delivered until tomorrow. 

I contemplated going to bother Vance, but I realized he wouldn't be in until eleven. Out of options, I grabbed Blake's list of errands and headed out. With my recent promotion, Cindy had taken on the minor tasks of running around. She was relieved when I came for the list. She looked like she had been running ragged all week. Poor girl.

Blake's list wasn't long at all. He needed a reservation for two made at the upscale restaurant, The Grandview, for Saturday night, and his dry cleaning to be picked up. I made the reservation as I left the office building and headed two blocks to the cleaners.

When I returned from the cleaners, I hung Blake's suit on the coat rack near his door, ensuring that he would see it when he entered and that it wouldn't get wrinkled. As I turned to walk back to my desk, I heard a small clatter. I turned to see a small bag on the floor with a mote attached. It must've fallen out of the dry cleaning bag.

I scooped it up and headed to my desk. The note attached said that whatever was in the bag was found in one of the pockets in the suit. I opened the bag and inside, found a small black velvet box. Out of curiosity, I opened it. I instantly regretted it.

Inside the box was an obscenely large and intricate ring. On the gold band rested one massive diamond; I couldn't even think how many carats it was. Surrounding the center stone were a dozen smaller diamonds. Even smaller diamonds encircled the gold band. It wasn't something I would wear, nor would ever want to.

My mind thought back to the necklace. I touched it gently as I recalled what he had told me when he gave it to me. 

'I didn't think you were someone who liked overly ornate pieces.'

This wasn't something that was meant for me. Fear began to rise in my throat as I thought back to the last week. Blake and I had barely spoken to each other. When Carl came by, they were incredibly chummy with each other, especially given that Blake had no liking for Carl. My mind raced to this morning. The dinner reservations at The Grandview for a Saturday night dinner. Not exactly a business restaurant or reservation time.

My heart began to race and my palms became sweaty as I assumed the worst. 

'He told you to trust him,' I told myself. 'Yes this looks bad, but why would he betray you? He cares so much for you.'

I tried to quell my fear and anxiety. There was no need to go flying off the handle. I took at least a dozen deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. It was starting to work, when I was disrupted by the sound of the fax machine. 

I leaned over to grab the message and glanced over it quickly. All my calming techniques were for nothing as the fear burst back into my mind. 

The fax was from Arthur for Blake. It read:

Carl has cashed out! Send my regards to the Mrs. 

It was like a lead ball had been dropped into my stomach. I felt so sick and confused. What the hell was going on? Why was I so out of the loop? 

My breathing was out of control as I was overcome with emotion. Tears were filling my eyes as I tried to make sense of all this. It was way too much information to process all at once. All the pieces in front of me were telling me a story I didn't want to hear and didn't want to believe.

I needed some kind of confirmation, some kind of definitive proof that this wasn't all just some bad joke. I sat back in my chair, running my hands through my hair, staring at the fax and the ring. That's when my eye caught a glimpse of something in the band. 

I picked the ring up to inspect the inside on the gold circle and that's when I saw it. Engraved in the band in intricate cursive script was the proof: Desiree & Blake.

I jammed the ring violently back into the box as the tears finally fell. I cried in my hands as the realization of everything hit me and the story wrote itself.

Blake asked Carl to marry Desiree. He had the engagement ring that fit her perfectly. He was going to propose to her tomorrow night at The Grandview and she would say yes. 

I was the fool who lead myself to believe that Blake had wanted me. I was his plaything on the side after all. Everything he had told me was a lie. There was no future for us. He made the whole thing up just to get me to give him my body and I stupidly fell for it.

I continued to cry for several minutes as the realization stabbed into my heart. The pain was unbearable as I could feel it literally break my heart in two. I had fallen in love with Blake and he had destroyed me. 

The more I cried, the colder I became until finally my tears froze and stopped falling. All my sadness was replaced by anger and rage. I wasn't going to take any more of his lies. I wasn't going to continue to be the other woman while he played house with my roommate. I was going to do what I should've done long ago.

I turned to my computer and quickly typed up a document:

Mr. Blake Taylor,

Effective immediately, I, Kaitlin Stevens, hereby resign from my position as your personal assistant, as well as Advertising Director of AdVanceMent Capital.

I pressed print, signed and dated the document, then gathered the fax and the ring box and headed into his office. I laid everything out neatly on his desk, so he could see it all. I removed the necklace he gave me and placed it on my letter of resignation. Without a second glance, I barreled out of the office, grabbed my things, and headed to the elevator.

*** 

As I hurried out of the building, Vance was just walking in. He greeted me with a smile and a wave as he headed in my direction. I was in no mood for idol chit chat and I didn't want to be in this building any longer. I didn't return his kind gesture. I continued heading for the door.

"Hey, Katie," he greeted as I approached. I said nothing but continued to walk passed him.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he called after me, concern in his voice.

I turned abruptly to face him, but continued backwards to the doors.

"You were right. About him, about us, about everything."

I didn't wait for his reply as I turned and exited the building. I turned and walked in the direction of my apartment. I was finally able to hail a cab two blocks down, but I was willing to walk all the way to my apartment if I had to. 

I was a determined woman. Determined to get away from a job that held painful memories. Determined to get away from a liar who only used me for his pleasure. Determined to get away from the emotional pain of having loved a man who never loved me in return. Determined to get away from my own personal hell. I was going to go as far away as I could, even if it meant going to the other side of the fucking planet. I was going to escape the pain of Blake Taylor.

***

I rushed into my apartment, fighting the urge to scream. During the cab ride home, I had time to stew and all it did was enrage me even more. I felt stupid, used, betrayed. I wanted to cry, but I wanted to hit something as well. I was shuffling back and forth between sorrow and anger, but spent much of my time on the angry side.

I hurried through the living room, paying no mind to the sounds coming from the couch. It wouldn't have surprised me if it was Blake and Desiree fucking on my couch, but I didn't give it much thought as I hurried to my room. I slammed the door and headed for my closet, grabbing a large duffel bag. 

I reached into my drawers, grabbing whatever clothes I could get my hands on. I didn't care about matching, or having an equal number of items. I just wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as possible. I grabbed my phone charger and sneakers, jammed them in the bag as well, then turned and left my room, heading for the front door.

I made it to the end of the hall when they finally caught my attention. It was kinda hard to miss, no matter how angry or sad someone was. The sight was just a shock to all senses.

Desiree was on her knees with one arm holding her upper body up. Her other hand was latched onto one of her nipples, twisting and pulling at it ferociously. In front of her was Patrick, standing passed the arm of the couch. Behind her was Kurt, resting on the couch on his knees.

Desiree had Patrick's dick in her mouth, sucking on it hard. Patrick's head was thrown back, groaning in ecstasy. He thrusted his hips to her face and she greedily took every inch of him in her mouth moaning against him. He continued to groan as he fucked her face, grabbing her hair to steady himself and push himself deeper into her throat.

While Patrick's face fucking was happening, Kurt was positioned behind her. He was slamming into her pussy from behind with powerful thrusts. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, while the other was between her legs, toying with her clit. Kurt had his head thrown back and kept releasing an animalistic roar each time he completely submerged himself inside of her. In her ass, she had her black dildo pushed completely inside of her. 

This was complete sensory overload. I wasn't even a participant in this crazy threesome and my nerves were fried, paralyzing me in my place.

Patrick was the first to succumb. He slammed into her throat faster and gripped her hair harder. I heard Desiree give a muffled whimper as he picked up the pace. Suddenly, he cried out and stilled, unloading himself down Desiree's throat. She moaned as she swallowed every drop. When she had licked him clean, he pulled out of her mouth and dropped to the floor, completely spent.

"Oh, Patrick. You taste so fucking good!" Desiree exclaimed, panting.

She didn't linger on Patrick for long as Kurt continued to pump into her. He was slamming into her hard enough to rock he body forward. Desiree's head was thrashing around wildly, screaming and moaning the more he fucked her. Kurt grunted and roared as he slammed into her, his body growing tenser as he attempted to control his own orgasm.

Finally, Desiree had enough and she let out one final scream as she climaxed around Kurt's cock. Her body went rigid for a long moment before she collapsed onto the arm of the couch, moaning and whimpering. Kurt achieved his own release moments later and stilled, letting out a deafening roar as he dumped every drop of cum into her. He collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.

I stood dumbfounded at what I had just witnessed. My mouth hung agape as I still tried to process everything. I knew I should be leaving, but I couldn't rip myself away from everything. It wasn't something you usually saw when you walked in on someone having sex. It was something you saw in an insanely unrealistic porno. 

Kurt was the quickest to recover, probably from all the years of practice satisfying Desiree's insane sexual demands. He rose to his knees and slowly pulled himself out of her. Every drop of liquid that had been stoppered by his dick was released and spilling down Desiree's leg. She whimpered as he removed himself from her.

"So Des, how did you like that?" he asked, in his typical cocky tone.

Desiree said nothing, at least nothing that was coherent. She couldn't move. She didn't even have the energy to keep her eyes open. 

"Thought so," Kurt said as he slapped her ass. He sat down on the couch, looking straight at me. 

"How about you Kate? Did you and your friend enjoy the show?"

I was perplexed at what he meant, but became fully aware when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. Standing in the doorway, in as much shock as myself, was Blake. He gazed down at the three sex crazed people in utter disbelief of what he had seen.

Desiree had found enough strength to open her eyes and turn her head towards our direction. Immediately, the look on her face went from blissful to sheer terror. 

"Oh my God, Blake."

She shot up in panic and covered herself with the blanket hanging on the back of the couch. Patrick scurried away into Desiree's bedroom to hide his nakedness. Kurt sat with pride and on full display. A smug smile had spread across his face at what he had accomplished that had rendered his audience speechless.

Desiree removed the dildo from her ass as discreetly as possible, throwing it behind the couch. She tried to stand up and walk towards Blake, but her legs refused to work and she fell to the floor, still exhausted. Kurt laughed at her misfortune, but she chose to ignore him and focus on her boyfriend.

"Sweetie, this isn't what it looks like," she begged. "I can explain."

Blake said nothing. He just continued to stare down at her. There was an expression on his face that I couldn't decipher. Was he upset at finding his future wife fucking two men, even though he knew she was cheating? Was it relief? Was it pain? I couldn't tell.

The longer I stood there, staring at their interaction, the more my mind was coming back to me. The rage and anger of Blake's betrayal was returning to me and finally seeing him after what I had discovered a short time ago made my blood boil.

Refocusing myself and remembering where I was going, I finally willed my legs to move. I stormed off to the door, no one showing any care or concern about my movement. As I passed Blake, I couldn't help but throw a knowing jab at him, not caring whether he heard me or not.

"Don't bother to send me an invitation to the wedding."



Blake Ch. 10



Author's Note: When I started writing, I really had no clue what I was doing. This series was my first attempt at writing anything, so when I submitted the first chapter, I didn't know where I was going to go with the story. In all honesty, I didn't know until about chapter four or five, so there was a lot of uncertainty in the story. 

That being said, this chapter is much longer than the others because it is designed to clarify the uncertainty and close up some plot lines. There is a lot of plot, but it is framing up the final few chapters of the series. So if you're not big on plot, sorry in advanced. I will try to make it up in the last few chapters.

Speaking of which, the next chapter will not be done until optimistically late August, early September. I will be writing another novel/novella and want to devote my full attention to that story. Sorry in advanced and as always, thank you for reading.



CHAPTER TEN

My blood was boiling and my jaw was clenched as I hurried down the street and away from my apartment. I was moving as fast as I could in heels, but it wasn't fast enough for my liking. A block away, I could hear a voice calling out to me, but I chose to ignore it, even as it drew closer.

Soon, Blake was just over my shoulder, trying to catch up to me.

"Kaitlin, please stop!"

"Fuck off, Blake," I yelled, not caring if I made a scene.

In a few strides, Blake was able to jump in front of me, effectively cutting off my path. When I looked up at him, he looked desperate and scared.

"Kaitlin please let me explain."

"No. I'm not going to listen to you try and weasel your way out of this with more of your lies."

I tried to maneuver around him, doing my best not to touch him. He countered my movement, refusing to let me pass.

"I would never lie to."

"Bullshit!" I screamed. "Everything you've told me from the beginning was a lie. You never had any intention of leaving Desiree."

"I have every intention of leaving her."

"I didn't know you buy engagement rings for women you plan to break up with."

"You don't understand."

"There's nothing too difficult to the equation, Blake. I saw the ring myself, held it in my fucking hand. I saw the engraving. 'Desiree and Blake.' I doesn't get any fucking clearer."

I moved passed him and hurried down the street. Blake was able to keep up with me easily.

"There's more to it than that. If you'd let me expl-"

"I don't care anymore, Blake. You lied to me. You led me to believe that you wanted me, but all along I was your little fuck toy."

"You've never been that to me. You know I think of you a-"

"As your girlfriend?" I interrupted, knowing exactly what lie he was going to use to try to suppress my rage. I wasn't buying it.

I stopped suddenly and faced him, anger seething through every part of my body. He looked fearful as to what I was going to say next.

"No, I'm definitely not that. She's up in her apartment getting thoroughly fucked by two other guys. I'm just your lowly secretary who is willing to suck your cock and let you fuck me in the office when you've had a rough day at work."

"No, you're not." The expression on his face matched the pleading in his voice. He was desperate.

"You're the only person who brings me joy and happiness. The only woman who likes me for the person I am, not my money. The one who understands dedication and hard work, the one who shares my idea of earning everything. I know this looks bad, but I'm going to fight and earn your trust back. Just give me a chance."

"How stupid do you think I am? Why the hell should I give you any more chances?" I was far from a charitable mood.

"Because I love you, Kaitlin."

I was caught off guard by his admission. If he had confessed this too me at any time during the past week, I would have been overjoyed, but now, I couldn't believe him. I didn't know if it was how he truly felt or if it was some ploy to win me over. 

"How dare you! How dare you try and use that against me."

Blake took a step back, surprised at my reaction and hurt by my response. He straightened himself and tried to hide the pain, still pleading with me.

"It's true. I am madly in love with you and want a future with you."

"I'm not going to fall for that. You don't want a future with me. You just want me to stick around for an easy fuck. You want a future with Desiree."

I turned to leave again, knowing he would most likely follow me again, but I needed to move; it was the only thing that was keeping me from slapping him across the face.

"I'm not marrying her," he shouted to me.

"No, Blake. I want you to marry her," I replied, my back still facing him.

"You don't mean that."

It might have been his disbelief or it could have been that my anger had finally hit a tipping point, but I snapped.

"Yes, I do," I yelled, turning to face him. He was caught off guard by my reaction and took a step back. 

"I want you to marry her. I want you to plan a lavish, expensive fucking wedding. I want you to travel to an exotic locale for your honeymoon and fuck her on the beach. I want you to spend years of your life with her. I want you to sit in the delivery room, holding her baby and wonder if it is actually yours or some other asshole's. And when she tires of you, because I know she will. When she tires of you, I want her to drag your ass through divorce court and take every fucking thing from you. Your money, your company, your reputation, everything. And when you have nothing left, I want you to look back on your life and see this moment. I want you to see that everything after this point is going to be karma getting back at you for fucking with my emotions, for destroying a woman who fooled herself into loving you."

Blake stood silent for a long moment, stunned at what I had said. I had no regrets about a single word of it. I wanted him to marry her. They were both horrible people who could care less about anyone else; they deserved each other.

I hailed a cab, wanting to escape him. I was done with this conversation and I had made up my mind. As the cab pulled up next to me, Blake made one final plea.

"Kaitlin. Please." 

He reached for me, his eyes pained. I was cold to his expression of desperation. His hand touched my shoulder and he tried to pull me into him. I pushed him away from me and he stumbled backwards.

"Don't fucking touch me! I never want you to touch me again. I never want to see your face again. I'm done with you, Blake. You and Desiree deserve each other. So go back to your whore. I'm sure she can find a hole for you to fill."

I jumped in the cab without a second glance and urged the driver to speed off. I didn't look back at Blake, partly due to my disgust with him, but also because I didn't want to cry. Seeing him had rained more sorrow down upon me, which was sitting beneath the rage. I knew if I looked at him, standing alone and devastated on the sidewalk, the tears would reach the surface and I would come undone in the back on the taxi. 

I hoped my anger would last, as it was my dam against the waterfall. I needed it to last just long enough for me to get far away from Blake and somewhere I could finally be alone to cry in peace.

***

A short ride to the train station, followed by an hour train ride, I arrived in my hometown in Stamford. The entire train ride home, I kept thinking about everything Blake had done to make me angry. It was the only way I could keep from having a breakdown during the trip. 

I got in another cab and took a short ride to my childhood home. Nothing had changed since I had left for the city six years ago.

"Katie, sweetheart. What are you doing here? Why didn't you call first?" Rebecca was shocked to see me. I hadn't seen her since I moved out. She had aged well in the last six years and had seemed to be taking care of herself. It was encouraging that maybe she had changed from the person I was relieved to be away from.

"Sorry to just drop in unannounced mom, but it's kind of a spur of the moment situation." She leaned in, giving me a hug. 

"Come on in, sweetie, and tell me what's going on."

The inside of my family home was unrecognizable. All the old furniture was gone, replaced by new, more expensive pieces. The yellowed walls of the living room and been painted a calming sky blue. It felt foreign to me and did nothing to help me feel safe and secure. I was afraid there was nowhere left me in the world to feel comfort

She gestured for me to sit on the brown leather sofa, sitting beside me. She looked at me, urging me with her eyes to tell her my story.

"I got a new job last week and it's just stressful." She nodded in understanding, but continued to look at me for details. I was reluctant to give them to her, but decided that maybe a little discretionary venting would do me some good.

"My boss was complicated and so work was overly complicated. I didn't want to be there anymore and I resigned this morning. Things didn't get better when I got home. My roommate is making it worse by being, well, Desiree." She rolled her eyes when I mentioned Desiree. We had shared numerous conversations about her behavior over the years. 

"I just need a few days away to sort some things out. Is it okay if I stay here for the weekend?"

She embraced me, stroking the back of my head to keep me calm. While I appreciated the gesture, it did nothing to make me feel better. I just needed to be alone and I was hoping she would give me that alone time soon enough.

"Oh honey, of course. I'm so sorry for everything." She pulled away from me and pushed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "You know," she continued, "if you had a man in your life, he could help you through these stressful times."

There was the Rebecca I knew, the mother who believed that a person with a cock could solve all her problems. I knew it was too good to be true that she had disappeared. I sighed before continuing with her new, undesirable line of conversation.

"A man is actually part of my problems mom. I had a man, and I left said man. He was making my life crazy."

"I'm sorry sweetie," she said, all while cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. "He just wasn't the right man. You'll find him."

That's exactly what I needed at this moment, encouragement from the world's most notorious serial dater.

"Thanks, mom."

We sat in silence for a moment. I was hoping she would give me the segue to leave to the seclusion of my room, but it never came. I was about ask to be excused, like a child at the dinner table, but she had some news for me.

"There is going to be a slight problem. I'm actually leaving in a few minutes with Travis."

"Travis?"

"My boyfriend. We've been dating for three months and things are starting to get really serious. He's amazing! Kind, sweet, caring, charming, rich, fun..." 

A giant pit grew in my stomach as she spoke about her man. As she described him, my thoughts were brought back to Blake. He had been all those things to me. Now he was nothing more than a liar who took advantage of me. Tears welled in my eyes as the glimpses of our time together circled through my mind. It was all a lie that I had loved and believed.

"You'd love h-" Rebecca paused, seeing the emotional toll it was taking on me. Although she had a habit of being dim witted, she wasn't cruel and it was never intentional. "Sorry, I got carried away."

"Yea, just a little," I tried to laugh, fighting back the tears.

My mother wrapped her arms around me, instantly becoming more comforting and matronly than before.

"Anyways, we're leaving for a cruise and I'll be gone all weekend and next week" she continued, softly. "You're still welcome to stay, but I won't be here."

"That's fine, mom. I just need to be away from the city. You go have fun with Travis."

"You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

Almost on cue, a honk came from outside in her driveway. My mother kissed the top of my forehead, gave me a final hug and left.

I sat in the living room for a moment as the threat of my tears loomed over me. I was finally completely alone. I felt uncomfortable sitting in a house that no longer felt my own. I considered leaving and finding a hotel to stay in, but decided against it. I was exhausted from the trip and wasn't in the mood to have to find a place to stay this late. 

I grabbed my bag and stoically ascended the steps to the second floor. I traveled down the hall and stopped outside the door that had been my bedroom. I was nervous to open it and see that it no longer belonged to me anymore. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door. For the first time since I had made my discovery this morning, I felt at ease. The familiar dark rose-colored walls greeted me when I entered. On them, where pictures of friends from high school and college, posters of bands, and a bulletin board full of concert ticket stubs. My dark wood furniture was still in the same place I had left it. My bed was dressed in sheets and pillows of various shades of pink. My bookcase still held all my favorite novels and movies that I had never returned to claim.

On my desk rested my photo album from my childhood, including many pictures of me and my father. My hand glossed over the top of it and I thought about opening it, but couldn't bring myself to do it. What would my father think of all this if he were still alive? What would he have done? Knowing him, he would have found Blake and beat him senseless for hurting his little girl. The thought brought a small smirk to my face. How I missed him. 

I sat on the bed and removed my uncomfortable shoes before pulling my legs up into my chest. I looked around my room again, taking in all the familiar sights. I was in the safest place I could think of. It was my place, a place where I had complete control of everything. It was something that had been lacking from my life for the last few weeks. 

Finally, in control, I laid back on my pillow and let the tears fall freely. 

***

I awoke the next morning to the sunlight trickling in through my bedroom window. I was still dressed in my work clothes from the day before. Peering down at my pillow, I noticed it was stained with makeup and still slightly damp. I must had cried myself to sleep and possibly cried during my dreams.

I rose from my bed in a groggy state. I didn't want to do anything and the idea of laying back down and never leaving my bed seemed desirable. As I turned to lie back down, I caught sight of the photo album on my desk. Without thinking, I walked over and retrieved it, taking it back into bed with me. On the dusty cover was a photo of my parents in the hospital, holding a newborn me. It was the happiest I had ever seen them. 

I opened the book and scanned the pictures on the pages. Many of the photos were of my father and me: one of us cutting the grass on his riding mower, another of me helping him at work, one of him pushing me on the swings. 

One photo towards the back of the album caught my attention. I must have been no more than six years old. I was asleep in his arms on the couch, my arm wrapped in a pink cast. He was holding me closely, his hand on the back of head while he kissed my forehead. I remembered the incident vividly. I had just returned from the hospital after breaking my arm. I had fallen out of the tree in my yard. My parents were divorced by then, but when my father heard, he immediately ran to the hospital to comfort me. I was in tears and almost inconsolable. When we came home, my dad just held me closely, telling me everything was going to be okay; that lingering on the pain did nothing and that I had to keep trekking on, even though it hurt. Back then, his words made me upset, but his embrace brought me comfort. 

Now I didn't have his embrace to bring me out of my dark place, to make me feel that everything was going to be alright. All I had were his words and they were where I would have to find my comfort. His words were true now. I could sit here and cry about the pain, but it would accomplish nothing. I had to start to piece my life back together. That's what my father would have done and if he saw me now, that's what he would advise me to do. This was going to take hard work, but working hard was what I was good at.

A tear of relief rolled down my cheek as I shut the album.

"Thanks, dad," I whispered to myself.

***

When I was finally clean and presentable, I set to the task of finding a new job and a new apartment. I pulled my laptop out of my bag and fired it up. When I did that, my cellphone clattered out of my bag and onto the floor. It was completely dead, so I stuck it on the charger.

I was scanning through the listings and making note of some places when my phone finally had enough charge to turn on. Immediately, it went crazy with notifications. I wasn't all that surprised, given how I had acted the day before. 

I scanned through them. I had an email from Arthur, telling me that although he had received my letter of resignation, it was tentative pending a meeting with him. He told me to swing by his office whenever I was ready and wished me well. I was going to miss working for such a sweet man and I would be lucky if I could find an employer who was have as nice as he was.

The next notification was a text from Vance, checking to see if I was okay. I immediately texted him back, letting him know I was fine and I just needed sometime alone, making sure to thank him for his concern.

There was also a lengthy text from Desiree, who spent page upon page, bitching me out for bringing Blake to the apartment unannounced and getting her in trouble. I got about a third of the way through it before deleting it. I was not going to miss living with her at all. 

Finally, I had numerous voicemails, texts, and even an email from Blake. In each one, he begged me for forgiveness and pleaded with me to contact him, saying he wanted to come clean about everything. A small part of me wanted to reach out to him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't know what I could believe from him or if I was emotionally ready to face him again. I exited the apps and returned to the apartment listings, deciding not to waste any time on it now.

For the rest of the day, I called apartments to schedule times to view them but was only able to secure one appointment. It would do for now. I also looked through the job listings, but didn't find anything available in my area of expertise. I decided I needed a break and spent the rest of my day doing pointless things to distract me.

Sunday was no different. I was parked in front of the TV early in the morning watching bad television and worse movies. The ringing of the doorbell had drawn me from my own little world and was about to pull me right back out into the real one.

I was shocked when I opened the door. Arthur was standing in front of me in a long, black dress coat. Vance was behind him, also dressed all in black. I wasn't sure how they found me, but I didn't have a moment to process that. The looks on both of their faces spoke of dread and concern.

"Mr. Owens."

He smiled, meekly.

"You can still call me Arthur, Kaitlin. There is no need for formalities. May we come in?"

"Of course."

Arthur slipped past me into the living room. Vance followed, but stopped in front of me, taking me in his strong embrace. It was unexpected, but welcomed. I needed a hug from a friend about now.

"Are you okay? I was worried sick about you," he whispered into my ear. His voice was full of concern.

"I'm fine. Better now. There's no need to worry," I reassured him with a smile.

"I wish that was entirely true."

His statement left me uneasy as he walked into the house. What could he possibly mean by that?

I gestured for them to sit down before commencing with the usually pleasantries of being a host to guests, expected or otherwise.




Blake Ch. 10



"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked as they both sat on the couch.

"Water, please. Thank you," Arthur said with a polite smile.

Vance reached into his coat and pulled out a flask. It wasn't even noon. Something must have been wrong.

"I'm all set."

As he tried to take a drink, Arthur ripped it away from him and hid it in his own coat. Vance threw his hands up, exasperated.

"He'll have water as well."

The entire time I was in the kitchen, I felt uneasy. Something had to have been wrong for them to show up here. Was something wrong with Blake? I couldn't think of any other reason why they were here. Oh God, I hoped he was all right. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to him because of me.

I was a bundle of nerves when I returned to the living room. I waited patiently in the chair next to them for anyone to say something. Seconds of silence felt like hours. Placing the glass down on the table, Arthur finally spoke.

"Forgive the intrusion, my dear. I know you wish to have time to yourself given what has transpired between you and Blake. Although I am not too familiar on what has happened, it isn't my place to know." I wondered briefly, what he did know, but right now, I was more concerned with why they were here.

"Just cut to the chase, dad." It was as if Vance could read my mind.

Arthur faced me, with a look of dread falling upon his face; he took a deep breath as he spoke in the steadiest voice he could muster.

"We can't find Blake, Kaitlin."

My heart stopped. I could feel all the color drain from my face and all the air rush from my lungs.

"What do you mean?"

Arthur reached over and took my hand, trying to keep me calm. It did very little to accomplish his intent.

"After he saw your letter, he sprinted out of the office to go find you. He came back an hour later and locked himself in his office for the rest of the night. He eventually left around midnight, and we all assumed he was going home. But no one has seen or heard from him since."

"We've tried calling, texting, and emailing him," Vance said, staring at the table. He was visibly hurt when he spoke, but I couldn't figure out why. They hated each other, and yet, it seemed like Vance was on the verge of tears. 

"We've checked his apartment, flight records, and usual hangouts. His car is still in its parking spot. We have private investigators looking for him, but they haven't found him yet. Aside from contacting the police, we have seemingly run out of options."

Arthur brought his free hand on top of mine, drawing my attention to him.

"We're incredibly worried about him. Is there any place you think he could've gone?"

I tried to scramble my mind to work. I thought back of our time together, thinking of any possible location. The memories of our supposed love were like a knife to my heart. I had to fight through the pain, for Blake's safety and well-being. Even though I was angry with him, I wasn't a heartless human being who didn't care about an emotionally unstable missing person.

As I ticked through all of our sexual romps and precious moments together, I found myself becoming enraged. All of it was a lie. It had never meant anything to him. I should have seen it with how he behaved at the Windmore the first time we had sex. 

My mind froze. His words rang through my head, as if he were standing right next to me. 

'...I use it as an excuse to escape crazy chicks...so I decided to come here.' He was escaping a 'crazy chick'. Me. 

"The Windmore Hotel is the only place I can think of," I replied, still angered.

Arthur stood up and excused himself from the room to make a phone call. Vance was still lost in his own thoughts.

"You were right, you know," I said, gaining his attention. "He wasn't going to leave Desiree. I was just his play thing."

Vance slid down the length of the couch, closer to me.

"No I wasn't."

"I saw the ring, Vance."

He shook his head in disbelief.

"There's got to be a reason behind it."

"He's marrying her. There is no other explanation."

Vance ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated that I wouldn't believe him.

"Kaitlin, I have known Blake for much of my life. As much as we hate each other, and I would never admit this under normal circumstances, he is like a brother to me." I was shocked by his own admission. It explained why he was so upset by Blake's disappearance. If only Blake had known that he had more of a family in Vance and Arthur than he thought, he might not have run off. 

"I've known every one of his girlfriends and sexual partners; I've even been with a few of them myself," Vance continued, trying to reach his point. "Out of the dozens of women he has been with, you are the only one whose departure has affected him at all."

"This doesn't make sense. If he loves me, why is he marrying Desiree?"

"I would love to know the answer to that as well. But I know he loves you. If it were me in his situation, I would be more devastated over the loss of our friendship than anything, but I wouldn't go as far as he is going. No man would act like this over a toy."

Vance was right. No man went to these extremes over a woman he cared nothing about. Maybe he did love me. But why the ring? Why the elaborate engagement set up with Desiree? None of this was making sense.

Arthur returned, looking relieved.

"Great news: they found him." Instantly, Vance and I were at ease. "He was wasted in the hotel bar. The P.I.s are bringing him back to your apartment, Vance. I don't think he should be on his own."

"Smart move. I'll call ahead to my cleaning lady and ask her to let them in and to take care of him until we get there."

Vance and Arthur headed for the door, with a new purpose. I followed behind them.

"I'm sorry that we must leave so abruptly, Kaitlin, but I must see to Blake," Arthur said, turning to me as he buttoned up his coat.

"Of course."

"Take your time in coming back. We'll talk everything over when you're ready." He gave me a quick hug and headed through the door. Vance quickly filled Arthur's vacant spot in front of me.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me. I'll get here as fast as I can."

"Thanks. I should be good."

"Okay," he said, rubbing my shoulder. "I got to go take care of my brother."

***

I waited until Tuesday rolled around to return to the city. I had given myself enough time to recover and figure out my plan of action. I also assumed that Blake had been taken care of, so I would be able to speak to Arthur when I went to retrieve my belongings from the office. I just wanted to be over all this and move on as soon as possible. I was like ripping a bandage off; you had to do it quickly.

I swung by my apartment first to drop off my bag. Desiree was up my ass the whole time, accusing me of ratting her out to Blake. When I told her I was moving out, she flipped shit. I ignored her as best I could while I was there, which was incredibly difficult given her loud mouth. When I left, I made sure to lock my bedroom door. I didn't trust her around my things. She had a habit of being destructive when she was angered.

When I arrived at AdVanceMent, I headed straight for Arthur's office. He did his best to persuade me to stay at the company, offering to move me to another building or move Blake, but none of it worked. I knew at some point, Blake would be CEO and my boss again. I just wanted a clean break. I agreed to work from home on the Xcel account until the launch of the ad campaign and he had found a suitable replacement for me. It was the least I could do for him.

When I arrived at my desk to gather my few remaining belongings, the door to Blake's office was closed. I tried to focus on completing my task as fast as possible, but my eyes kept wandering to the door. This was the closest I had been to Blake since Friday. I knew I should just get my things and leave, but I wanted answers. I needed some closure and I knew I was never going to get another chance.

I decided to go with the "take no prisoners approach". I was going to demand answers and not take "no" for an answer. After setting my mind straight, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Fuck off!" I heard a muffled voice say. I didn't exactly expect a cheery response after everything that happened.

I reached in my pocket and took out the key to his office. I unlocked the door and let myself in.

Blake was seated at his desk, his head in his arms. He was wearing just a black t-shirt and his hair was disheveled. I walked in slowly and shut the door behind me.

"Arthur, I really don't need an-" Blake stopped talking when he lifted his head and saw it was me.

He looked like hell. His icy blue eyes were dull and bloodshot. He had bags beneath them that showed he hadn't slept all weekend. His left eye was swollen and bruised. His usually clean-shaven face was covered in stubble. As he stood up, I noticed he was wearing a torn pair of blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers. He looked like he was here because someone told him to be here. I assumed Arthur didn't want him to be left alone again.

As I looked upon him in this state, I felt my resolve weakening. I wanted to run to him and comfort him, but the longer I looked at him, the easier it became to remember all the pain he had caused me. My anger was clashing with my sadness in a weird mixture of emotions. I found it difficult to keep myself steady as I fought not to cry, but also fought the urge to scream at him.

Blake paused and stared at me, deciding what to do next. He moved towards me slowly, almost as though he was trying to keep from frightening me.

"Kaitlin, I am so sor-"

"Don't." He stopped moving when I spoke. His voice had been so weak and raspy I almost broke down. 

I moved to the chair across from his desk and sat down. I didn't look at him, but straight ahead at his vacant chair. 

"You have five minutes to tell me everything" I began. "Every secret you kept from me, every reason you couldn't break up with her, everything about your relationship with her and with me."

Blake moved slowly, eventually settling down in front of me on his desk. My eyes drifted down to my hands; I couldn't bring myself to look at him. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"Arthur has been like a father to me. I would do anything for that man to repay him for everything he has done for me. A few months ago, he came to me for a favor that no one else wanted to do. He wanted me to date Carl's daughter."

"Why?"

"Carl has been a pain in the ass on the board for years. Every decision Arthur has made, he's had a problem with. Although he didn't have much control of the company by shares, he had a lot of influence over the other board members. Numerous times, Arthur tried to get him to sell his stocks, but he refused to give up control. 

"Arthur had noticed that Carl was trying to set board members or their sons up with his daughter, Desiree. None of them would date her, but it gave Arthur an idea. If Carl thought his daughter would have some major influence in the company, maybe he would finally bow out."

"So you dated her," I sneered. 

"Begrudgingly, yes." He lowered himself down to face me, looking into my eyes for the first time. "Had it been anyone other than Arthur, it would have been a resounding no."

I saw the pleading in his bloodshot eyes and it took all my being not to launch myself into his arms. I turned my face away from him. I wasn't going to let myself be weak.

"Continue."

His head dropped as he began again.

"As much as I hated being with her, I made her believe I loved her and I wanted a future with her. Everything was going accordingly, until I met you."

His hands reached up to the side of my face, forcing me to look at him. I bit my lip, trying to contain my emotions. He stared straight into by green eyes with blue ones.

"From the moment I met you, I wanted you. You were beautiful, witty, and clearly hardworking. You were all I thought about that night and the next day. When I finally had the opportunity to speak with you alone, you rebuffed me. I was upset and wanted to go talk, but when I got to your room, I was a man possessed. I couldn't control myself the first time I kissed you. I gave into my desires without a second thought. In truth, I hadn't realized what I had done until it was over, but I didn't regret it. It just made me want you that much more."

He pulled my face closer to his, our foreheads touching. My breathing became harsh as I was intoxicated by his closeness. He ran his nose against mine and his eyes were closed, lost in the happier times we had. 

"Every time I saw you after that, it took every ounce of my strength not to kiss you; to pretend that I loved Desiree, when in reality, I was yearning for you. The first time I had sex with you, it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. I had never felt what I had with anyone else. Each time I was with you after, I was falling for you more and more."

I was growing weaker with each passing word. The closeness made me want to lean forward just enough kiss his sweet lips. I pushed myself out of the chair and walked away from him, keeping my back to him as he continued to speak.

"I wanted the relationship with you, not with Desiree." I could hear him stride towards me. "I was regretting it every time I saw her face, but at the same time, I was thankful because it allowed me to be with you. By the time we were jetting off to California, I knew I was in love with you and I was going to do everything to show you."

My arms were wrapped tight around my chest, comforting me, trying to keep me together. Everything he was telling me was what I wanted to hear from him, but I didn't know how much I could believe. His actions had a history of contradicting his words.

"Why didn't you just tell me you loved me?" I asked, turning to face him.

Blake gently grabbed my shoulders, holding me while he spoke. His comforting touch was welcoming, but I didn't completely drop my guard. I couldn't around him.

"I didn't want that admission to be ruined by the fact that I still couldn't be with you completely; that I was still bound to Desiree."

"Did you tell Arthur how you felt about me?"

"In California, he saw how attached I was to you. He asked if I wanted out, if I wanted to be free from my obligation to Desiree so I could be with you."

I pushed away from him again, instantly upset. My emotions were fragile. It was like they were on a balance and the slightest word could swing them in favor of one side or the other.

"So you has an opportunity to get out of this mess and you chose not to?"

"At that point, we were so close to achieving what we intended, I couldn't look back."

"Then why didn't you at least tell me about yours and Arthur's plan?"

Blake brought his hand to my cheek.

"In retrospect, I should have and I am so sorry I didn't. I thought you would think less of me, like I was some kind of monster who used women for my own means."

"That's exactly what you managed to accomplish by not saying anything to me."

Blake dropped his head in shame. I moved across the room and sat on the edge of his desk. I couldn't look at him when he was like that because all I wanted to do was hold him and comfort him. I needed more answers.

"So, if you had no intention of marrying her, what's with the ring?"

"It had to be believable to Carl," he began, his back to me. "He openly admitted he would cash out when and if I married Desiree. I didn't want to marry her, so I made all the necessary preparations for an extravagant engagement: the ring, asking for her hand from her father, reservations at The Grandview. He bought it and cashed out on Friday."

"Yea, I saw the fax. Arthur wanted you to say hi to Desiree as well. You know, your future Mrs."

Blake let out a lighthearted chuckle as he turned to face me.

"That's Arthur's nickname for you. When we talk about you, he always calls you Mrs. Taylor because he knows how madly I am in love with you. He's never seen me happier than when I am with you."

My mind froze. Was I really that stupid? I had acted so impulsively that day when I read the fax I hadn't considered Arthur's meaning. Arthur knew of our scandalous behavior. Hell, he had walked in on us. The nickname was incredibly plausible given Arthur's personality. I was the one who was now ashamed as some of the strength of my argument was stripped away.

"If you weren't going to marry her, when were you planning on breaking it off?"

Blake started to move closer to me.

"When I heard from Vance that Carl cashed out, I left the charity event early to come and confess. I was going to ask you to text me the next time Desiree had her ex over so I could walk in and catch her in the act. When I got here, Vance was sitting at your desk, and told me I had to find you."

"Well, you planned that one pretty well."

"I didn't plan on you leaving me."

He was now standing in front of me and I could feel his gaze upon me. When I had enough strength to look up at him, I saw nothing but pain in his eyes, the same pain that had existed after I slept with Vance. My heart was breaking anew, knowing I had caused this pain. 

"What did you expect me to do when I found out, Blake? It's not exactly a normal situation."

"I tried to explain it to you then, but you wouldn't let me."

I stood up and moved away from him again. I was mad he was trying to pin any of this on me, but he was right. I hadn't let him explain that day. I was in hysterics.

"Of course not," I began to justify, more to myself than to him. "I was pissed. I was upset. I was confused." 

I turned to face him.

"You've been sending me through an emotional rollercoaster from the beginning. You've been cryptic about your intentions, confusing with how you handle Desiree, and insane with jealousy over my friendship with Vance. It was exhausting and frustrating."

As if it were possible, Blake's face was filled with more pain at my confession, but he nodded in agreement. Our secrecy that was intended to protect our relationship was what had destroyed it. That was completely clear to me now and judging by Blake's expression, he knew it too. 

"After finding the ring, I was over it all," I continued. "I wanted out. I had trusted you to protect me and be honest with me and you did neither."

"Do you still want out?" he asked his face cold and hard as stone.

That was the real question, wasn't it? Could I forgive him for everything he had done? Was it even possible to rebuild a relationship after all the destruction? Did I even want him anymore? 

"I don't know. This is a lot of information to process. I need some time alone."

I turned for the door, completely conflicted.

"Please don't go," he begged.

I hesitated for a moment, considering staying, but I knew I shouldn't, and this time, I was going to listen to my mind.

"Blake, this is the best you're going to get from me. Don't push it."

***

During the next day and a half, I locked myself in my room and packed my few belongings. I wanted to be alone to think about what Blake had said, but I found myself conflicted. I didn't know what I could believe of his story. Even if everything he had told me was true, I still had trouble forgiving him for everything that had happened.

One thing I knew for certain was that I didn't hate him. Try as I might, I couldn't. He wanted to do something for Arthur, who he has considered his father for years. If my father had asked me to do something similar, I would have without question. I couldn't even hate him for not telling me because if he did, I don't think I would have believed him at the time.

The only thing I could hate him for was acting on his love for me. But could I really fault him for that? No, I couldn't because I had acted on my feelings for him as well. I had instigated the first time we slept together. I was just as guilty.




Blake Ch. 10



The memories of our time together were becoming less painful after his confession, but the problem that now lingered was whether we could go on or if I even wanted to. There had been so much damage done, it seemed irreparable. The emotional toll this had all taken on me was definitely a deterrent. By the time I went to move out, I still hadn't made up my mind. 

"Here's the last box and the key to the storage unit," I said, giving the last of my possessions to Vance. He was the only friend I had anymore and was happy to help me move out. 

"Okay. Don't forget to text me the name of the hotel that you're staying in."

"Or since you guys have already fucked, she can stay with you. Oh wait, she wasn't good enough for a repeat performance was she?" Desiree had found it appropriate to sit on the couch and torture the movers, Vance, and myself as I was moving out. She was still bitter about my leaving and believed I told Blake about her cheating ways.

"Did anyone ever tell you how much of an insufferable bitch you are?" Vance said, coming to my defense. I had insisted her ignore her, but Vance wasn't the type of guy who could keep his mouth shut when asked. He had to have the last word.

"And you see why I am moving out," I mumbled.

"You just have never been able to deal with the fact that I am more desirable than you and that no sober man would want to fuck you, Kaitlin. That's really why you're moving out."

Vance brought his finger to his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"That's weird. I've slept with her, but you couldn't pay me enough to touch you, let alone fuck you."

"Do you hear how insane you sound, Desiree?" She was really grasping for shit now.

"I'm perfectly sane. You're just jealous of Blake and me."

Vance burst into an uncontrollable laughter. I had to punch him in his side to shut him up. I was leaving and would most likely never see Desiree again. As much fun as it would be, I didn't want to ignite a war by telling her I had slept with her boyfriend.

"There's nothing to be jealous of, Desiree."

"Daddy told me he's planning to marry me, so I'd say that is something to be jealous of."

She was really stupid. After the fucked up sex we walked in on, she really believed Blake would marry her? It must be fun to be delusional.

"Why don't you just sit there quietly?" I asked. "I'll be gone in five minutes."

"This is my apartment, not yours. I can do whatever the hell I want."

There was no point to continue to fight with her. The more I did, the longer I would be stuck here. I turned my attention back to Vance.

"Let me know when you get there."

"Will do. See you later, Katie." He turned to address Desiree. "Goodbye, dumb bitch!"

"That's Mrs. Taylor to you, asshole," she retorted as he left. I could hear him laughing as he moved down the hall and I couldn't help but share his amusement. Desiree was insane.

I was focused on getting the last of my things into my purse when I heard Vance say something from the hall. When I turned to tell him to repeat himself, I saw he wasn't talking to me. 

Coming down the hallway was Blake. He had cleaned up a little bit since I last saw him. The bags under his eyes weren't as deep and purple, although the shiner was now more visible. His eyes were no longer bloodshot and some of the vibrancy of his eye color had returned. He had shaved and showered as well. His hair was its usual messy, but sexy style. He was wearing a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. My breath caught in my throat for a moment when I looked at him. Even after everything, he still had the ability to make me weak just by existing.

"Blakey-bear!" I heard Desiree shriek, pulling me from my daze. Desiree bounded off the couch and ran towards him. Blake's gaze was focused on me, even as she neared. She threw her arms around his neck. He didn't return her embrace, but removed her arms from him.

"What's wrong?" she asked. I guess she assumed that he would be fucking her by now. She was oblivious!

"Desiree, we need to talk."

She grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, where she sat. He took the chair next to her. I decided to pull my focus away from them and finish packing. I didn't think I could watch them, but that didn't stop me from listening.

"Blake, I'm sorry for what happened Friday. I had been missing you all week and I was so lonely. It was a one-time thing, I swear."

I couldn't help, but snicker at her false confession. She glared at me with a threatening look. I wasn't intimidated.

"Des, you, me, and whole goddamn apartment building know you've been cheating on him since the beginning of the relationship. I'm pretty sure you've had more sex with other men than you have with him."

Desiree was about lash out at me for ratting her out, when Blake grabbed her arm, gaining her attention. She turned back to him, giving him a sweet, coy smile.

"I'm not here to talk about that."

"Oh my god," she said, bringing her hands to her face. He eyes were alight with anticipation and excitement. I assumed she was excited for a proposal. She was really dense to think that was still on the table. I didn't have a chance to address her stupidity before Blake said something both Desiree and I didn't expect.

"Desiree, I've been cheating on you."

Everything just stopped. I couldn't believe what he had said. Why was he doing this? He didn't have to say anything. All he had to do was breakup with her. Now he was purposely putting himself in the line of fire. What was he thinking?

"What. The. FUCK?!?!" Desiree yelled, yanking her hand away from him.

"It started not long after we began dating."

"How the fuck could you do this to me? Who is she?"

He gave me a quick, pained glance before returning to Desiree. She didn't seem to notice.

"Does it matter?"

"It's Cindy isn't it? I knew she couldn't keep her claws out of you. Wait until I see her, the dumb bitch."

"It wasn't Cindy."

"You're a real piece of shit, Blake. I loved you, cared about, attended to your every need, and this is how you repay me? I bent backwards for you to make you happy..."

Desiree really started to dig into him, attacking his character, appearance, sexual ability, anything she could. She was thrown into a rage like I had never seen before. The entire time she ranted and raved, Blake sat there silently, taking every hit.

I couldn't watch this. Everything that was coming out of her mouth was absolutely untrue. Yes, he had done some awful things, but now I was seeing that it wasn't who he really was. Most of his character was built to protect his secret. I couldn't let him do this anymore. He didn't deserve it, especially when she had cheated as well. I wasn't going to let him do this alone.

"It was me," I shouted. Instantly, Desiree was silent. She turned to me, like she didn't know what I had said. I looked at Blake who was shocked by admission. He was shaking his head, urging me not to confess, but I wasn't going to listen.

"I was the other woman," I continued, looking right at Desiree. Her face was distorted into disgusted rage, but I wasn't backing down. 

"You've got to be joking. You? What is so great about you?"

"I don't treat people like shit. You think you're better than everyone else in the world; that you get to live by a different set of rules. You don't. You cheated on him, too, so you have no right to throw that in his face. You don't love him, you love yourself."

"And what the hell do you know about loving someone?" 

"A hell of a lot more than you. I love him."

"No one loves you!" she spat.

"I love her." Blake was now beside me. He grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes, a gentle smile on his face. It was a look I loved to see. I couldn't help but return the smile. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and let him hold me, but we didn't have the opportunity.

"Well, isn't that fucking great," Desiree interrupted. She looked furious as she saw us together, truly together for the first time. "Both of you get the fuck out here, NOW!"

She was enraged and grabbed the first thing she could, I think it was a TV remote, and threw it. She was in a full-blown temper tantrum in seconds, screaming, throwing things, and thrashing her body around. I grabbed my purse as Blake pulled me out of the apartment. I couldn't help but chuckle as she raved. It was nice to finally put her in her place.

***

Once we were outside, we couldn't stop there. Desiree had opened a window and was throwing things out onto the street. Thank God her aim was shitty. I knew it was only a matter of time until the cops showed up, but we weren't going to wait around for that. Blake was pulling me down the street. About two blocks down, he pulled me around the corner and we finally stopped.

He stood in front of me, gazing down into my eyes. 

"Did you mean it?"

"What?"

"That you loved me?"

"Of course I did," I admitted. It was my turn to be honest. "I knew I loved you after our romantic night in California. I wanted to tell you then, but I didn't know how you would react. I thought I might be taking things too far."

Blake grabbed my other hand, his eyes burning into mine. My heart was racing as the feelings for him I fought to suppress were returning. It was so natural to react this way to him, to love him. Why was I denying it?

"I wish I'd known. I would have confessed to loving you then. I would have taken Arthur's way out to be with you."

His gaze fell to our hands and he looked distraught. Instinctively, my hand traveled to his cheek and lifted his face to look into my eyes.

"Blake, I still love you. I tried to hate you for what you did to me, but I couldn't. As angry as I was for the lies and the secrecy, I couldn't stop loving you."

"What's that mean for us then?"

"Desiree is gone? Permanently?"

"Yes. If you still want me, I'm all yours."

"I do still want you, but I think we need to slow it down until I can trust you again."

Blake smiled and his eyes lit up.

"I'll take you anyway I can have you, Kaitlin."

Blake took me into his arms, pulling my head flush against his chest. For the first time in days, I was relaxed. This is where I belonged, in his arms. It felt so right, so perfect. 

He made no move to kiss me, but continued to hold me. He was keeping to his word: he was taking me any way he could and right now, he wasn't trying to force anything more than a hug. It was a great first step on our long road to recovery.

"So, can I give you a ride to your new place?" he asked as he pulled away. "Saves money on a cab."

"Okay." I wasn't about to pass up a free ride now that I was homeless and unemployed.

Blake turned around and opened his car door.

"Why did you park so far away?"

"Desiree struck me as the type that throws things. I didn't want her hitting the car."

I couldn't help but laugh as I slid into the car. Blake slipped into the driver's side and quickly pulled out into traffic.

"You know you didn't have to tell her. You could have just broken up with her on the basis of what you saw Friday and avoided that entire explosion."

Blake shrugged.

"I could've, but I was so tired of all the lying and secrecy. I just wanted to be clear of it all." He looked over at me. "You didn't have to tell her it was you."

"I couldn't watch her yelling at you like that. It drove me crazy." 

He reached down and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. His touch was electric and my pulse sped up in response.

"Thank you. It meant a lot to me."

I gave him a weak smile and he returned his attention to the road. We sat in silence for a few minutes and it was uncomfortable. It was awkward starting over after everything we had done, but it was the only chance we had. I couldn't deny that a large part of me ached for him, but I had to suppress that part. 

"So where am I taking you?"

"The Overbrook Hotel."

"You don't have a place yet?" Blake asked, raising an eyebrow in concern.

"I visited a place yesterday, but it had roaches. I have another place I'm checking tomorrow, so I need a place temporarily."

"Do you have a job yet?"

"Not yet." It's kinda hard to plan ahead for breaking up with your roommate's boyfriend.

Concern fully engulfed Blake's face as stared at the road in silence. He looked over at me a few times, contemplating what to say next.

"Why don't you stay at my apartment?"

"Blake, that isn't exactly taking it slow."

He gave a light chuckle.

"You misunderstand. You can stay at my apartment until you find your own place. I'll stay at the Windmore. It doesn't make sense for you to blow through your savings."

I weighed my options for a moment. I had enough in my savings to stay at a hotel for a week without a job. After that, I wouldn't be able to survive much longer and I'd be forced to return home to my mother's house. At 28 years old, I didn't want to do that, especially after I had accomplished so much in my career. Blake wouldn't be there, so there was really no harm and I wasn't in a position to pass up help.

"Okay. Thank you!'

"No problem. I'll help you get settled in, grab some stuff, and head out."

Minutes later, we pulled up to a lavish apartment complex. He opened the door and helped me out of the car, taking my bag like a gentleman. Leading me to the door, we were greeted by the doorman.

"Mr. Taylor, how are you today?"

"Better, Peter. This is Kaitlin Stevens. She's going to be staying here for a few days."

Peter looked surprised, glancing back and forth from Blake and myself. His mouth hung agape for a moment before he corrected himself and became more professional.

"Hello, Miss Stevens. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

Blake pulled me into the building and we quickly slipped into the elevator.

"Sorry for the awkwardness with Peter. He's never seen me with a woman in the five years I've lived here."

"Never?" I was shocked.

"I like to keep my home private."

The elevator opened near the top of the building. His was the only apartment on the entire floor. When he opened the front door, I couldn't believe my eyes. We walked into the grand room that was decorated with basic black furniture. Everything was sleek and expensive. The view from the wall high windows showed the city skyline perfectly. Standing in this room, I wondered why Blake ever stayed at my shitty apartment.

Blake headed towards a door near the windows, taking my bag with him.

"Make yourself at home. You're welcome to stay in the master bedroom. The bed is more comfortable."

The master bedroom was similar in style to the grand room. All the furnishings were black, however there was a splash of color offered by the sheets on his bed. I couldn't help but smirk when I saw that they were crimson, the same color as the dress Blake had bought me.

"Since I saw you in that dress, it's become my favorite color," Blake confessed, standing next to me.

"What did it used to be?"

"Green. Like your eyes." He gave me a quick smile before heading to his closet.

Blake was such a romantic smooth talker. It was easy to see why I loved him in the first place, that is when I saw the glimpses of the real him. That was rare in our relationship. I tried to push the past aside and focus on the now. This was a fresh start. I needed to judge Blake on the man he was in front of me, not the man who was tied to a lie.

"Where did you go over the weekend?" Blake asked when he returned. He headed to his dresser, duffel bag in hand. I looked puzzled at his sudden topic shift. 

"I know it's a random question, but it has been bugging me."

"I stayed at my mother's house," I said as I explored the room.

"I bet she was concerned."

"A little, but she didn't stick around long. She's on a cruise with her new boyfriend."

Blake looked at me and frowned a little. 

"So what did you do?"

"I spent the first night crying. Then distracted myself with random things the rest of the time. Except when Vance and Arthur showed up looking for you."

"Arthur told me you were the one who found me." He threw his duffel bag on the bed and returned to his closet, retrieving a pair of shoes.

"Why did you go into hiding?"

Blake stopped packing, but didn't look up from the bag. 

"I wanted to be alone. I was devastated that I had lost you again and I was trying to work through it all. I was drinking myself to death in the bar when they found me."

I reached over and touched his hand. His head shot up to look at me, surprised by our contact.

"Arthur was worried. And so was Vance. Believe it or not, he thinks of you as a brother."

Blake straightened and his face dropped to our hands. He was still ashamed of everything.

"He told me, right after he punched me in the face for hurting you."

I drew his face up, staring into his ice blue eyes. The pain still existed as he remembered his lonely weekend. I gently traced the bruise under his left eye. He winced slightly, but as I continued to touch him, he relaxed. Even with the bruise, he was still gorgeous.

"I wondered where you got the shiner," I finally said.

"Yea, he hit me and then hugged me. I deserved worse for what I did to you."

I hated seeing him beat himself up over this. After everything I learned, and after much thought believed to be true, it wasn't entirely his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault really. I was an unexpected variable in their plan. Blake did what he thought was best at the time, even if it turned out to be wrong. 

I continued to trace his eye in silence for a moment. I wasn't entirely sure what possessed me to do it, but I leaned in and kissed his bruise gently. He winced, so I moved closer to the edge of the mark and down to his cheek and kissed him lightly again. I continued to kiss down his cheek to his jawline, eventually finding my way to his lips.

They second our lips touched, a fire deep inside of me ignited. My kisses became more urgent and impassioned. Blake parted his lips to breath and I slid my tongue inside his mouth, massage his with mine. My arms snaked around to his neck and I pulled him in closer. My fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, playing with the strands.

Blake hesitated for a moment before finally wrapping his arms around my waist. He met my urgency and his tongue was intertwining with mine. I moaned against his sweet lips, loving the taste that had become so familiar and I had missed.

I took a moment to breath and Blake pulled away. He looked into my eyes, concerned and puzzled by behavior.

"Kaitlin, as much as I love this, I thought you wanted to take things slowly."

I said nothing as I pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. I pushed his duffel bag to the floor as I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. I didn't have to think about what I was doing. This was what I wanted. This felt right. Blake had shown me that he loved me by confessing our affair to Desiree. He wasn't hiding anymore and I wasn't going to hide that I loved him. In spite of all the pain he caused, while unintentional, I loved him and wanted to be with him.

My lips returned to their proper place on his. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and explored every inch of it. I groaned when my tongue collided with his. My hands were pressed against his chest. Even though his t-shirt, I could still feel every defined muscle. My hands slid down the length of his torso until I reached the hem of his shirt. I ripped it up over his head, breaking our kiss for only a moment, before pushing my lips back against his.

My fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and I tossed it aside, followed by my black lace bra. I pushed my body against his, loving the skin on skin contact. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. My hips started grinding against him and I could feel he was rock hard beneath me. I wanted him so badly.




Blake Ch. 10



I began to unbuckle his pants, eager to free him, when he grabbed my hands. He lifted my face to look at him, concern and confusion still present.

"Kaitlin, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes. I've been trying to hate you for everything, but I can't. I love you, Blake. I want you to show me how much you love me. I want you to make love to me."

Blake rolled, putting me on my back. All the concern was gone from his face, replaced with determined eyes and his signature smirk. He kissed me with intensity before pulling away and standing up. He unbuckled his pants.

Before he was able to do anything else, I knelt before him and pulled his pants down to the middle of his thighs, releasing his amazing dick. I stroked it gently before taking the tip in my mouth. A gasp escaped Blake's throat, impeding him from vocalizing any resistance. I slowly took more of him in my mouth. With each inch that passed my lips, he moaned louder and louder until I had every inch of him deep down my throat. He tasted so amazing.

I slid his cock out just as slowly. My tongue ran along the underside of him. I was savoring him, but to Blake, it was torture. I took him in my mouth slowly again. This time my tongue twisted around him, massaging his cock as I trailed down. When I pulled him out, I sucked lightly. His eyes were closed as he groaned louder. 

The next pass, I increased my speed. When I reached the base of him, I sucked and didn't stop. I kept sucking, taking in every inch of him. I could feel him thicken in my throat and I knew he couldn't take much more. I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh until I reached his balls. I played with them in my hands, rubbing them individually. That became his undoing as he unloaded wave upon wave of his delicious cum deep into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it. Even after he was completely spent, I sucked every inch of his cock clean before pulling out.

He pulled me up and collapsed onto me and the bed. I giggled slightly when his head rolled next to my shoulder. He was still moaning in between breaths. When he finally regained control of himself, he propped himself up on his hands and stared into my eyes.

"You know, it's hard to show you I love you when you do that."

"I couldn't help myself. I just wanted a taste, but I lost control once I had you in my mouth."

Blake stood up and started to undo the buckle of my belt.

"Well allow me to return the favor." 

With that, he yanked my jeans off, exposing my pair of black lace panties. He slid down between my legs and took my panties in his teeth, pulling them off me slowly. Once my sex was exposed, Blake traveled up the inside of my thigh, licking the entire way up. When he passed the apex, he flicked my clit gently, before continuing down the other leg. My body tensed at his electric touch and I almost came right there.

When Blake reached the ankle of my leg, he removed his tongue from my body. He rose up, parting my legs as he went. My dripping pussy was completely exposed to him. My breathing quickened in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long.

Like I did with him, he began by teasing and toying with me. He flicked my clit, stopping after each hit to hear my moan. My body tensed briefly under his touch before relaxing, signaling to him to flick my nub again. He did this at least a dozen times and each time the pressure in my legs became more intense.

As I waited for another stoke of my clit from Blake, I was shocked when he plunged his tongue deep into my wet hole. I cried out as his tongue probed inside of me, fucking me. My hands gipped the sheets and my hips arched up, pushing his face deeper into me. His hands grabbed my hips and he pulled me into him, getting as much of his tongue inside me as possible. I was moaning louder as the heat in my body began to rise. His tongue twirled and danced inside me and I could no longer keep under control.

My body went rigid as the warmth started at the base of my skull and quickly rushed through my body. I felt my pussy clench and my juices flow out onto Blake's awaiting tongue. He cleaned every bit off my body. Each lick was a jolt to overly sensitive nerves, but I still found it enjoyable.

Blake slid up my body, his tongue leading the way up from my pelvis, between my breasts, and eventually finding my lips. When he kissed me, I could taste my sweetness and it spiked my arousal. Blake pulled back and smiled at me.

"Now that we're even, let me show you how much I love you."

His eyes shifted from ravenous hunger to sweet and loving. He lowered himself to my lips and kissed me sweetly. He moved slowly, savoring my lips, before dipping his tongue into my mouth. Once inside, he massaged my tongue gently before exploring the rest of my mouth. I whimpered against his lips, enjoying the slowness and sweetness of his touch.

He removed his lips from mine, softly kissing his way down my neck, then along my collarbone, before finding my erect nipple. I gasped when his lips grazed it before he took it in his mouth. His tongue circled around it gently and slowly. My back arched instinctively as I moaned, pushing more of my breast into his mouth. He sucked lightly on my nipple, then traveled across to the other one, planting kisses along the way.

He repeated the same process with my other breast: licking my nipple before sucking. My nerves, which were still sensitive from my first climax, were aching for more. I wanted him inside me.

Blake knew what my body was saying as he rose up, staring into my eyes. He positioned the head of his member at my entrance and brought his face closer to mine before pushing himself slowly inside of me. I moaned the whole time he plunged inside me. He never took his eyes off me the entire time, and when he was completely inside me, he kissed me gently.

"I hope this starts to make up for everything," he whispered as he slowly moved in and out of me. 

I whimpered each time he pulled out and moaned every time he filled me. His gaze never left mine as he continued to move in and out. His tempo didn't increase. He just watched me with loving eyes as he made love to me.

Tears gently fell from my eyes at the feeling of being his. He loved me and he was showing it like never before. He wanted me and only me, and I had never been so certain that in this moment. I was his and would always be.

My hips began to push against his and he groaned in response. My body picked up the pace slightly and he followed my moves. I was moaning beneath him and he was panting and biting his lip, trying to contain himself. It was obvious he wanted to cum, but he wanted me to first. It wasn't going to take much more for me. My hips hit into his harder and soon it was too much. I cried out as I climaxed around him. As my pussy tightened, I felt him release inside of me, moaning as he filled me.

He collapsed on top of me, running his nose against mine as he worked to catch his breath. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tight against me. I never wanted to let go. In that moment, I knew that he loved me, that he had always loved me. Everything that had happened in the last week didn't matter. None of that was him. The real Blake was right in front of me and had just showed me what I meant to him.

A few minutes later, Blake recovered enough to lift his head. He stroked away a strained of my hair and gazed into my eyes.

"I love you, Kaitlin. I love you more than anything else in the whole world. I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make everything up to you. Do you think you can ever fully forgive me?"

I pushed my hand through his sweat soaked hair, teasing the front of it. I stared into his eyes, lost in their beauty. I was never going to let this man go again.

"I know I can, it's just going to take time to get back to where we were."

"I don't want to go back to the way we were. I want us to be better than before."

"God, I love you!" I kissed him passionately. He always knew what to say. He was incredibly romantic and he was all mine.

"I love you, too," he breathed when I finally released his lips. 

He looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

"I should go. It's getting late."

Blake climbed off me and headed to the edge of the bed. He pulled his jeans on and gathered the myriad of clothes scattered on the floor. As I watched him quickly repack, my heart sank in my chest.

"I don't want you to leave," I confessed.

Blake stopped packing again and looked at me. Although he had a gentle smile, his eyes held the concern. It was the reminder of how I wanted to take things slow. Now that the train was rolling, I didn't want to apply the brakes.

"Do you think that's wise?"

"We just made love. It's kinda hard to let you leave the apartment after that."

He chuckled lightly, then shrugged.

"Okay. I'll stay in another room if you want."

I shook my head.

"I want you to stay right next to me. I spent the last week without you and it killed me. I don't want to be without you again."

A huge smile spread across Blake's face as he dropped the bag to the floor.

"I know a way we can fix that problem." He crawled back into bed with me. "Move in with me, Kaitlin."

I was surprised by his request.

"What?"

"You're right," he began, playing with a strand of my hair. "Being without you was the worst thing imaginable. I don't want to do that again. I know we're just getting back together and it seems crazy, but I love you and I want to do everything in the world to make this work."

It was a huge step and realistically, it wasn't one I should have even been considering. Yet, I couldn't resist it. I weighed the pros and cons in my head, giving myself a hundred reasons to do it and then a hundred not to, but it was pointless. There was only one reason that mattered. I was in love with him. He was my world, my everything, and I wanted to be with him at every possible moment. I laughed at myself for even giving the decision thought.

"Who am I kidding? Of course, I'll move in with you."

Blake's eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas and his smile consumed his face. He leaned in embracing me before giving me another kiss. There was no doubt in my mind that this was where I belonged.



Blake Ch. 11



Author's Note: So after a little thought, I didn't feel comfortable leaving this series for any length of time on Chapter Ten since it was incredibly plot heavy and this piece is in the erotic section. So while stuck in traffic, and unable to access my upcoming novella on my phone due to a formatting error, I went ahead and wrote Chapter Eleven. I feel much better leaving the series here for a month or so than Chapter Ten, where it just seemed like an awkward place. This one is not as plot heavy and I hope you guys enjoy it. If I run into more traffic, I'll try to get the last three chapters of the series done, but I make no promises before September. As always, thanks for reading!

*****

I was awoken by the amazing sensation of his tongue twirling around my nipples. I arched my back, feeding him more of my breast, which he hungrily accepted. A moan escaped my lips and I heard him chuckle. He knew I was awake now and aware of what he was doing, but he didn't stop. His hand tweaked my other nipple, pinching it and flicking it with his fingers.

This had become my typical wake up call for the last week, ever since I had agreed to move in with Blake. It definitely beat the blaring of an alarm and it always got my blood pumping for the day.

Blake's other hand was positioned between my legs, rubbing my exposed sex, which was becoming moist with each touch. He rubbed my clit with his thumb while continuing to suck and play with my erect nipples. I gasped, as my nerves were overly sensitive to his touch.

He glided his face down my body, gently kissing as he went, until he rested at the apex of my thighs. He kissed the inside of them, alternating between each thigh with every kiss. My breathing and pulse quickened in anticipation of what was to come.

Abruptly, Blake plunged his tongue deep into my sopping pussy. I whimpered as his tongue maneuvered inside of me, scraping my overly sensitive walls. I was panting and grabbing at my hair, trying to keep some tiny control over my body. It wasn't happening.

Blake grabbed at my ass, pulling my pelvis closer to his face, allowing his tongue to go deeper inside me, reaching places he had never before. My blood was on fire and the pressure between my thighs was becoming unbearable. I wasn't going to be able to handle much more of this.

Blake continued to rub my sensitive nub as he savored my sweet pussy. He moaned against me and I cracked. My walls tightened and a flood of heat rushed through my body as my juices spilled out of me onto Blake's eager tongue.

As always, he licked every drop of me, greedily. He rose up and slid into bed next to me. He kissed me passionately and I could taste my juices on his tongue; sharing his reward for his hard work this morning.

"Good morning," he said with a sexy smile.

"Morning," I replied, gasping for breath.

"Do you think you can move? We have to get ready for work."

I ran my fingers against his chest, admiring his muscles.

"Do I have enough time to return the favor this morning?"

Blake smiled, shaking his head.

"If you wanted that, you should have been the first to wake up this morning," he said, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up.

"That's kinda hard since you kept me up late again."

"Are you complaining about me fucking you, Kaitlin? Because if you want I could stop."

I rolled my eyes at his laughable threat.

"We both know you won't do that. You're addicted to me, Blake."

He leaned over to me, kissing my lips hungrily. His tongue slipped into my mouth, savagely battling my own. He ripped his lips away and traveled up my jawline and down my neck, licking and kissing every inch along the way. I gasped, wanting to take this further.

Suddenly he stopped, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

"That I am," he growled. He rolled away again, leaving me wanting. The visible signs of his animal desire subsided as he looked over his shoulder at me.

"As much as I want to feed my addiction yet again, we need to get ready for work. We have a big board meeting today."

Blake rose out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I watched him leave, admiring his perfect naked form. His tight ass, rippling muscles, and smooth skin was enough to make me wet again. My pussy was aching for more attention and I was going to get it.

I heard the water of the shower as I hopped out of bed. When I entered the bathroom, Blake was already underneath the water. I could see his perfect silhouette through the glass door. 

I didn't usually shower with Blake in the morning. He wanted this time away to cool down. Without it, we would be trapped in bed all day, our bodies intermingling and covered in every fluid imaginable. This reminder excited me further. I had to have him this morning.

I opened the door and slipped into the shower. Blake's face was under the water, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth. He seemed oblivious to my presence, so I took advantage of the moment.

I knelt down in front of his semi-hard cock, admiring the length and thickness that had brought me so much pleasure over the last month. In one motion, I took every inch of him into my mouth. I had become an expert at accommodating his massive size.

"Fuck," Blake groaned. 

Once I had every inch inside my mouth, I pulled out a little, just enough to clear my throat. Then I started sucking, hard and fast. Blake was moaning above me, his fingers digging into my hair. The water from the showerhead was spraying me in the face, but I didn't care. I wanted to taste him and every drop of his delicious cum.

I was bobbing rapidly, sucking his cock and twirling my tongue around his rigid shaft. I could feel him twitch and tighten in my mouth and I knew he was close.

Suddenly, Blake yanked himself out of my mouth, pulled me up, and slammed me against the wall. In his eyes, I saw a lustful hunger that I had never seen before.

His body was pressed against mine, holding me against the wall, while his hands pinned mine above my head. His other hand was grabbing my ass, helping to hold me up. I could feel his massive erection against my stomach. His thigh was between my legs, pushing them apart and rubbing ever so slightly against my aching sex. 

Blake was panting as he kissed my neck, his tongue occasionally sliding out to lick along my throat. His face traveled up to my ear and he tugged on the lobe with his teeth.

"Kaitlin, you're being incredibly naughty today. You know what you're presence does to me, especially when I see you like this."

"I couldn't help myself."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to punish you for your impulsiveness."

He repositioned his dick to my entrance, and then, with his sexy smirk, buried himself deep inside me in one thrust. I let out a loud moan as he filled me completely. He pulled out of me slowly, leaving only the tip inside me, before slamming back into me. He repeated this process over and over, and each time my moans grew louder and louder until I was screaming in pleasure.

Blake released my wrists to grab my ass and better support me against the wall of the shower. Then he started pounding into me relentlessly, gritting his teeth. My hands wrapped around his neck and my nails dug into the flesh of his back as he fucked me. He brought his head to my shoulder as he forced himself deeper. I could hear him panting and grunting with every strike, followed closely by my screams of ecstasy.

My body was tensing up and I could feel myself ready to explode. I was holding out. I wanted Blake to cum with me, as there was no better sensation to mix with my orgasm than the feeling of his.

"Oh, fuck, Blake. I'm almost there," I panted.

Blake knew what I wanted and he thrust into me harder and faster, pushing himself to his own climax. I felt him swell inside me and I finally stopped resisting, succumbing to my second mind numbing orgasm of the morning. 

At that same moment, Blake went still, groaning as he exploded deep inside me, filling me with shot after shot of cum.

When the pleasure subsided, Blake slid to the floor of the shower slowly, his cock still buried inside me. Once sitting, he pulled me away from the wall and held me close to him as the water cascaded down onto us.

We were both frantic in our breathing. Blake nuzzled my neck, pulling me closer. My nerves were fried and I jumped slightly at his touch. We sat like this for several minutes, neither of us saying a thing.

Blake pulled away first and gazed down into my eyes, that sexy smirk on his gorgeous face. My fingers reached up, tracing the faint outline of the bruise beneath his eye. Even with it, he was perfect.

"You couldn't wait for your own turn for the shower?"

I shook my head.

"You made me feel so dirty, I couldn't wait."

He smiled at me, stroking a few wet strands of hair from my face.

"Well then, let's get you cleaned up, dirty girl."

***

Even after all the hot and heavy sex this morning, we both still made it to work on time. I had resumed my position at AdVanceMent Capital, to everyone's enjoyment, and even had my new office to welcome my return. Thankfully, it was still on the same floor as Blake's so we saw each other frequently. Today, he didn't bother to go to his office. I was to meet with the board members for the first time as AdVanceMent's advertising director and I was nervous. Blake knew I would be fine, but he stayed with me all morning, talking me through everything, just to reassure me.

The meeting started just after lunch. Things were going perfectly as we explained the plan to the board members before finally following through on the ad campaign for Xcel. The board members loved it. I was so happy that I was finally making a name for myself and doing quality work that I loved, but my happiness was not to last.

"You son of a bitch," a burly voice yelled as the door to the boardroom exploded open. Everyone looked up. My stomach dropped when I saw Carl Daniels's massive frame come barreling into the room.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion, Carl?" Arthur asked, politely. 

"I want this lying piece of shit out of here," he demanded, pointing to Blake. "He violated our contract agreement and I want this bastard gone."

"What contract would that be?" Arthur was playing dumb at this point. He was probably waiting for security to get here.

"By selling my shares, he agreed to marry my baby girl. Instead, he went back on his word. I want him out of here by the end of the day, that sneaky son of a bitch." Carl's eyes were like daggers to Blake. Blake returned his intense gaze, his jaw clenched, as he tried to contain his rage. 

Under the table, I grabbed his hand, trying to keep him from losing control. His fingers laced into mine and I saw him relax slightly, but not drop his guard. You couldn't with a man like Carl in the room. I was seeing first hand where Desiree had gotten her temper.

Arthur shook his head at Carl's request, earning Carl's ire.

"As you said, you cashed out. You have no authority on the board or with this company anymore."

"The only reason I did it was that Blake and I made a deal."

"Do you have any proof?"

Carl glowered.

"It was a verbal contract. That son of bitch knows what he promised."

Blake stood up, having enough of this pointless argument.

"It doesn't matter what I said. Desiree violated any agreement when I walked in on her with two other men. I'm not marrying a woman who will make a mockery of my name and this company."

Carl chuckled, but it wasn't filled with amusement. It was a sick and twisted sound. 

"You're one to talk about faithfulness." He glanced at me and his stare almost made me wretch. "Oh, yes. Desiree told me about how you were fucking her roommate behind her back. So tell me, did this whore actually do all the amazing things that she is taking credit for, or is this your way of rewarding her for sucking your cock so well?"

Blake launched himself at Carl, fist clenched. Vance jumped in between the two, holding Blake back from pummeling Carl. I stood up, holding Blake's shoulder, trying to bring him back under control. 

Carl laughed his sickening laugh.

"Careful there, Taylor. You have a reputation to keep. You wouldn't want to be known as a violent CEO. That wouldn't help business."

"Fuck my reputation. I'll not let you talk down about Kaitlin." He was fighting against Vance and myself, desperately trying to get to Carl.

"He's right," Vance whispered to him. "You can't hit him." 

He gave Blake a subtle wink, before turning to face Carl, only when he came around, his fist followed, making contact with Carl's face. The older man plummeted to the floor, screaming and grabbing his nose. All the board members were on their feet, trying to see the action that was unfolding.

"You can't hit him, Blake, but that doesn't mean I can't." Vance bent down, his face inches from Carl. "I don't have a reputation to keep, old man. So I'd watch what you say about either Blake or Kaitlin, or I'll put your ass in a coma."

Vance stood up as Carl hobbled to his knees. He was disoriented and his nose was gushing blood. He was swarmed by security suddenly, grabbing him by his shoulders and dragging him to his feet.

"Why do I pay you people if you are going to let in unwelcome guests?" Arthur called from the comfort of his chair. He hadn't moved during the entire confrontation.

Security dragged Carl off. Although he wasn't fighting, that didn't stop him from screaming, cursing, and vowing his revenge.

When the situation calmed down, the entire board was looking at Blake and myself. The joy of our success and accomplishments was gone, replaced by whispers of uncertainty and doubt. A lump grew in my throat and tears were threatening to spill down my face.

Blake must have noticed my horror as he wrapped me in his arms, burying my face in his shoulder. I could hear Arthur dismiss the board members, before walking over to us. I felt his hand on my shoulder before he spoke.

"I am so sorry about that. He never should have made it passed the lobby, let alone into this room. I'll go speak to security at once. And don't worry about the board. I'll clear everything up with them."

I heard him leave the room, closing the doors behind him. Blake pulled my face up to his. The tears rolled down my cheek softly. He wiped them away with his thumb before giving me a gentle kiss.

"I'm so sorry, Kaitlin. You didn't deserve any of that."

"Carl's just a bitter old man. Don't let his words get to you. He'll get what's coming to him," Vance said from the comfort of his chair. He was inspecting his hand, but there was no visible damage.

"Thanks Vance. Although, I would have preferred to hit him myself," Blake said. Since Blake was found at the Windmore, he and Vance had been closer, acting like brothers.

"I know. But I couldn't let you ruin your name. That's what he would have wanted. Besides, I don't want to run this company and have to start acting like and adult."

Blake chuckled then turned his attention back to me. Although I heard their interaction, it couldn't pull me back to normal. I was devastated. Everything I had worked so hard for meant nothing. What was worse, the entire company would now know of Blake and my transgressions. Would they wonder if I actually could do this job? Would they question that I had slept my way into my position? The more I thought about it, the worse I felt.

Blake took notice, pulling me back into his strong chest. 

"Do you want me to take you home, sweetheart?" he asked.

I nodded against his chest. Although it wasn't like me to skip work, I knew I wouldn't be able to focus the rest of the day. Carl's words were still ringing in my head and I just couldn't shake them. 

Blake mumbled something to Vance before leading me out of the boardroom and to the safety of our apartment.

***

His words were still ringing in my ears as I sat on the couch in our living room. Although the tears were no longer a threat, I still felt terrible. I knew Arthur would do his best to make the situation better at work, but that would never take back the secret that the board members now knew. I was embarrassed and ashamed at our past. Although our present was exceedingly better and our future looked bright, I couldn't shake the pain away.

"Kaitlin, please don't let it get to you. Carl's words mean nothing," Blake said, handing me a glass of wine. I know he was trying, but it was a hard pill to swallow.

"I know, but he's right. I was a whore. I lured you into sleeping with me, and continued a relationship with you, even though you were with Desiree." I took a large gulp of the wine, hoping it would calm my nerves, which it didn't.

Blake's hand replaced my own on the glass. He took it from me and set it on the table. He turned back to me and took my face in his strong hands.

"No you weren't. My relationship with Desiree was never real. It was a complete farce. Our relationship has always been real, from the first time I kissed you. My feelings have always been real for you."

I looked away. I knew he loved me, but that didn't change the fact that Carl was right.

"Don't do that," he said, lifting my eyes back to meet his. "Don't believe him for one second. My relationship with his daughter meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. If it isn't real, then what we did wasn't wrong."

I hadn't thought of it that way before. I knew he was saying it to make me feel better, but there seemed to be some truth to it, yet it wasn't enough to reverse my mood.

Blake ran his hands through his hair, frustrated that he couldn't instantly fix this. He looked around for some divine inspiration to make this all better. Suddenly, a small smirk came across his face.

He stood up and took my hand, pulling me to the bedroom. I didn't think sex was going to be the solution to this. 

He pulled me into the room and bypassed the bed. He stopped and positioned me in front of the full-length mirror in the far corner of our room. He stood behind me undoing his tie and removing his jacket. I looked back perplexed as to what he was doing.

Blake moved around in front of me as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt. He quickly pulled that and the undershirt off, casting them across the room and exposing his chiseled chest. He removed his shoes, socks, and belt as well, without saying a word. He stood in front of me, only in his pants, obscuring my sight of the mirror.

His hands moved to the buttons of my blouse as he slowly started to undo them.

"I'm going to show you the truth of how real this is," he began as he reached the final button. He pulled my blouse down my shoulders. He unhooked the clasp of my bra, freeing my tits, before beginning work on my skirt.

"I'm going to make love to you, Kaitlin, but this time, it's going to be slightly different." My skirt dropped to the floor and Blake kicked it away. He slowly walked around me, he lip inches from my ear as he spoke.

"I don't want you to look directly at me. Instead, I want you to watch everything in the mirror. I don't want you to just feel that what we have is real, I want you to see it."

I nodded and turned my attention to the mirror. I was in nothing but a pair of black lace panties. I could see Blake's face in the mirror, his lips near my neck. I watched as he lowered them to my throat, kissing me gently. My head rolled back and my eyes closed as I moaned in enjoyment. 

Blake stopped and gently pushed my head back so I was facing the mirror again.

"Do your best to watch the mirror," he whispered. "That's the whole point of this." 

I nodded as his lips returned to my neck. I moaned, fighting the urge to roll my head back and close my eyes. I watched as his lips traveled down my neck to my collarbone, planting gentle kisses. My heart was racing more than every as I felt and watched him touch me. 




Blake Ch. 11



His arms wrapped around me, with his right hand going between my breasts and his left hand heading for my panties. His touch was light and gentle, teasing my nerves.

Blake slipped his right hand over my breast, massaging it and gently playing with my nipple. I gasped and fought the urge to close my eyes and savor his touch again. Instead, I watched his hand fondle my breast. His fingers were twisting and pulling my nipple, elongating it. He flicked it with his index finger and it sent a shock through my body. I groaned at the sensation, resisting the urge to close my eyes as I watched him appreciate my body.

I looked in the mirror and followed his left hand, which was inching closer to my waistband. I watched as he slipped his hand beneath it and then felt him start to rub my clit. It was momentary before he removed his hands from my body.

I watched as he pulled my panties down leaving me completely naked.

"Kneel," he said, still kneeling on the floor himself.

I obliged and lowered my body to the floor. He pulled me onto his lap and resumed kissing my neck. His left hand went to toy with my breast, while his right hand went to my clit. I watched as he began to rub it again, circling the sensitive nub with his fingers. I gasped at his touch and my pleasure increased from the sight of Blake teasing me. 

I watched him insert a finger into my dripping pussy and cried out. He pulled it out slowly then inserted another. He moved in and out slowly. I enjoyed watching him penetrate me with his fingers. I could see the glistening of my wetness on his fingers and my arousal was spiking. This was like nothing I had ever experienced.

He removed his hand, leaving me whimpering. I watched him reach behind me, then heard the distinctive sound of the zipper of his pants. Blake lifted me slightly and I saw his position the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. He paused, leaving the tip resting outside. I was aching for it.

"This is what I get to see when I make love to you," he whispered in my ear. He pushed into me painstakingly slowly. 

I watched as each inch passed into my body, making me tremble. There was no greater sight than watching his cock fill me. My body's responses were greater than before. My body felt hotter, my heart was pounding faster, and my breathing was uncontrollable. Everything was on overload. I watched him pull out, only to fill me again. I moaned loudly as I enjoyed myself on his shaft.

Eventually, I took control and began riding him, watching myself slide along his shaft, I heard him moan in my ear.

"That's it baby," he said, grabbing my hips to help steady me. We increased our tempo and soon I was bouncing on him, moaning and twisting. I saw my tits bouncing in the mirror, as well as his lubricated shaft piercing into my body. Watching and feeling everything was too much for me. I cried out as my body went rigid, my pelvis tightened and my juices soaked his shaft. Moments later, Blake groaned in my ear as he stilled himself, and unloaded deep inside me.

When he pulled out of me, I watched as his wet cock was removed and the mixture of our love juices trickled down my leg.

I had had sex numerous times, but I never watched a man fuck me, or in Blake's case, make passionate love to me. It was nothing I had ever seen, but it was mind blowing. I saw our experience through Blake's eyes for the first time. I saw how intimate it all really was and I knew that he loved me.

Blake scooped me up in his arms and carried me to bed. Once there, he laid next to me, gazing into my eyes.

"That is what I see when I make love to you. It is what I have always seen. My feelings for you are real. I love you and I see it every time we are together like that."

He kissed me sweetly, then brought his forehead to mine, keeping me close.

"You can't be a whore when what we did was out of an act of love. Never think you are because it's not true."

"Okay," I whispered. 

He was right. What we had was real and no one could make me regret anything about how we came together. It wasn't ideal or perfect, but without it, I wouldn't be in the arms of the man I loved.

I smiled at him for the first time since the afternoon, before nuzzling against his chest and falling to sleep.



Blake Ch. 12



I lied in bed, feeling like complete shit. I had made the trip to the bathroom six times this morning, unable to hold down any food. I was scanning my mind, trying to figure out what I had eaten in the last twenty-four hours that could be causing my digestive woes this morning, but nothing was coming to mind.

In fact, I hadn't eaten much at all in the last few days. I didn't have much time to eat on the weekends since moving in with Blake. We were taking full advantage of our living situation and we spent much of Saturday and Sunday in bed, fucking each other's brains out. Not that I was complaining. I would happily give up anything to be in Blake's arms and bed.

I stood up slowly, weak from lack of food and exhaustion. I cautiously maneuvered to the kitchen to get a glass of water and maybe some crackers. I had become familiar with Blake's apartment in the last four months of living here, but familiarity did nothing to help me move any faster. I was nauseous and my stomach was flipping like an Olympic gymnast. 

At this moment, I was regretting letting Blake go to work this morning. He had offered to call out to stay home and take care of me, but I urged him to go to work. I didn't want to get him sick too, although I don't think that would have stopped him from heading to work. I seemed to be the only thing that could derail his work driven mind.

I had to stop in the living room and grip the back of the couch, as I was feeling woozy again. I closed my eyes trying to right my mind and not tumble to the floor. I wasn't sure if this reaction was due to the nausea or the dehydration, but I really wasn't liking it.

As my head finally began to clear, I heard the front door open, followed by it slamming back into the frame. I looked down the short hallway to see Blake, livid. He threw his bag down onto the ground with force. I had never seen him behave so violently. What was eating him?

I saw the wall clock out of the corner of my eye. Ten-thirty. Blake was never home this early. What the hell had happened?

Blake finally locked eyes with me and his expression instantly softened like usual; however, a sadness crept into his face that I had never seen before. I was still gripping onto the couch, trying to keep from falling over. I wanted to run to him and take him in my arms, but I knew I didn't have the strength. I could barely stand as is.

Blake closed the distance between us quickly and wrapped me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chest. I breathed in, smelling the amazing scent of my man. He kissed the top of my head and I could feel his cheek nuzzle against my hair. 

When we finally split apart, Blake looked down at me with his beautiful ice blue eyes. I could see pain and anguish behind them, as though he had news for me. A knot grew in my stomach as I held his gaze. It was doing nothing to help my nausea.

"What are you doing out of bed, sweetie?" he finally asked.

"I needed some more water and I was hoping to get some crackers or something."

Blake scooped me up and carried me back to the bedroom, careful not to rock me. He laid me on the bed and pulled the covers over me. 

"Let me do that for you, Kaitlin. I don't want you to leave this bed unless you have to."

Blake grabbed the glass on my nightstand and hurried off to the kitchen.

While he was gone, I was trying to think what could have possibly happened at work to set him off. Things the last few months had gone amazingly well at AdVanceMent. Profits were soaring, in large part to the successful acquisition and subsequent advertising campaign for Xcel technologies. Vance and Blake had become better friends for the first time in their lives, cutting down on work hostility. Speculation had been circulating that with all this success, much of which had been orchestrated by Blake, that Arthur would step down and hand the company over to Blake soon.

There was nothing I could think of by the time Blake returned with my water and a package of saltines. I took them with a gentle smile, which Blake weakly returned. I nibbled on the crackers, trying to think of a way to approach the subject without setting him off, but Blake did the work for me.

"Kaitlin, I have some troubling news and I don't want to tell you while you're in this condition, but I really have no choice."

I stopped chewing and gazed at Blake. For the first time in months, I was scared. Blake grabbed my hand, sensing my fear. He stroked the back of it gently with his thumb. As I gazed into his eyes, I saw the pain and sadness come to the front. This was bad, but at that point, I didn't know exactly how bad it really was.

"Carl and Desiree came by the office this morning with their lawyer. She's pregnant and claims I am the father."

My heart stopped in my chest and my already queasy stomach dropped, making me sicker than before. Tears were already stinging my eyes before I could fully process what he was telling me. Desiree was pregnant?

This couldn't be happening. This had to be an illness-induced nightmare that I would wake up from at any moment. Our lives were going perfectly, completely free of my bitch ex-roommate and her control freak of a father. All of a sudden, they were being thrust back into our lives, but this time they were smashing in like a wrecking ball, determined to destroy everything in their path.

I hadn't noticed I had stopped breathing until I was light headed and dizzy. I almost collapsed from it all.

"Kaitlin? Please, say something."

I looked at Blake and the sadness had manifested into tears that were now rolling down his cheeks. He looked completely devastated. I reached over, bringing my hand to his cheek, and gently wiped a tear away with my thumb. He closed his eyes, calming beneath my touch.

"Did she bring the positive test from the doctor?" I finally asked. I was doubtful this was all real.

"Yes."

"I want to see it."

"Kaitlin, no-"

"I want to see it, Blake," I said, nearly choking on my words. "I have to see it. Please."

Blake removed my hand, kissing the back of it before running off to the living room. As I waited in silence, I couldn't believe how quickly my world was falling apart. Desiree, the woman who was responsible for making my life hell for years, was possibly carrying my boyfriend's child. His first-born child. The idea made me even sicker than before. 

Blake soon returned with a file folder that was warped and damaged. It was unlike Blake to keep any office supplies in such horrid condition, but I could only assume that this folder was the initial victim of Blake's anger. He looked hesitant as he gave me the folder.

He said nothing as I opened it and examined the contents. On top was a piece of paper with patient name: Daniels. As I scanned through, my heart felt like it was being ripped from my chest. It confirmed the worst possible scenario. Desiree was, in fact, six months pregnant. As I read further, the pain became worse. She was carrying Blake's eldest son.

Behind that, was a large black and white picture. It was the ultrasound photo of the baby. Upon seeing him, I crumpled over, fully succumbing to my tears. This was happening. My nightmare was real. I buried my face in the pillow, trying to escape.

I heard papers fall to the floor and felt the bed shift. Blake's arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into his strong chest as I was completely consumed by my sorrow. 

"I'm so sorry, Kaitlin," Blake whispered to me. 

It wasn't enough to calm me. Nothing was. I was going to have to ride this emotional wave out, but it looked like it was going to be never ending.

***

We had sat there in silence for hours. Blake continued to hold me and stoke my hair to keep both of us calm. I sat there silently, replaying the morning in my mind over and over. The only sound was my occasional breakdown into tears.

It was seven before either of us spoke.

"Kaitlin, you have to eat something. I can feel you withering away in my arms."

I didn't want to eat with the pit in my stomach, but I knew he was right. I reached over to my side table and grabbed the saltines, which had become stale. I nibbled on them and took an occasional sip of water, but I couldn't eat much as the pain was making me sick.

I looked down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers. I didn't know what to say to him. I knew we had to talk about this, but I didn't know where to even begin. 

"If you want to leave, I understand," Blake finally said.

I knew I couldn't. My past with him already made that evident. No matter what happened, I couldn't be away from Blake. I reached over and reassuringly grabbed his hand.

"You know I won't leave you. But we need to talk about this."

"I'll tell you everything I know," he said, with some mild relief.

"What happened at the meeting?"

Blake took a deep breath, clearly preparing himself to revisit the painful memory of the morning.

"Desiree and Carl showed up with their lawyer. She is claiming that she is pregnant with my child and is suing me for medical costs, paternity, and eventual child support. Her father has gone public with the story, so it is all over the business pages. Arthur is being supportive, but he asked me to leave after the meeting while he handles the situation with the board. They aren't happy this."

I paused, mulling over everything he said, before continuing with my questioning.

"Did you use protection?"

"With Desiree, yes. I always wore a condom and each time we were done, I checked it for breaks."

"And?"

"Nothing. They were all still intact."

"She's six months pregnant, right?"

"According to her and the paper work."

None of this was adding up. How could Blake be the father of her six-month-old baby if he used protection? Then the realization hit me. The timing of when the baby would have been conceived was roughly when Blake and I started our affair.

"If that's true, you can't be the father. Kurt is."

A look of understanding flooded Blake's face as he remembered their false relationship.

"Kurt and Desiree were sleeping together when we started to. So if you didn't, then he did."

Blake grabbed my face, giving me a light kiss on the top of my head.

"I love you! You're a genius, baby."

Blake bounded out of the room. Moments later, I could hear him speaking animatedly to someone on the phone. I could only assume he was sharing our revelation with Arthur. I hoped that he'd be able to help sort this all out.

The fresh thoughts of Carl and Desiree were bringing back memories of the last time I saw him. Carl had burst into the boardroom and outed my affair with Blake to the Board of Directors. It was humiliating and it took me some time before I could face any of those men again. What was lingering with me now was what he had said as security dragged him off. He had vowed revenge.

Was this his revenge? It seemed poorly planned, especially since Kurt was most likely the father. This was going to be easily resolved in three months when the baby would be born and we would get the paternity test. 

Three months. That was the key to Carl's revenge. The news already had this story and the board was already angry. In three months, Carl could do some serious damage to Blake's reputation, the company, and his life. This was Carl's true revenge: to destroy Blake's reputation and position at AdVanceMent. To take away his future. And there wouldn't be a thing Blake could do about it.

***

Blake was silent the entire two hour drive from the city to Arthur's lake house. He was still seething about being forced to take a leave of absence from the company. Since the news about Desiree's pregnancy went public, the board didn't want Blake anywhere near them. They were afraid of the potential fallout of his personal life, even though Arthur had told them it was all a lie.

Blake's public perception had suffered greatly in the last week, as papers speculated and Carl continued to lie through his teeth. The word now was that when Desiree had gotten pregnant, Blake had kicked her to the curb and tried to buy her silence, although none of it was true. Carl claimed that he even tried to force her to get an abortion, which he said was against his beliefs. To top it all off, my name was dragged into all this mess when Carl claimed I was the reason Blake had left Desiree and the baby. The world now knew of our affair and the painful feelings threatened to resurface.

But I couldn't let them. I had to be strong for Blake through all this. He was in a dark place, watching his life of hard work deteriorate before his eyes.

At Arthur's urging, Blake and I were told to spend some time away from the city. We didn't need the media mobbing us. Arthur had given us his lake house for the week. It was secluded and far away from the craziness of the city. I was hoping that this time out of the spotlight would help us work through this mess. 

We finally pulled up to the lake house. It was small and intimate. From the outside, you never could have guessed that it was owned by a billionaire CEO. This wasn't the case on the inside.

The inside of the house kept the woodsy feel. The couches in the living room were deep brown leather and the tables were solid oak, yet they weren't polished. In the wall was a massive fireplace with a soft, faux animal pelt rug laid in front of it.

I stopped just beyond the doorway, admiring a world I should be used to by now. Blake didn't share my awe and excitement. He shut the door behind me and moved across the room to the staircase, without saying a word. He was depressed and I didn't know what I could do to make this better. 

In reality, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't speed up time, so that the baby was born and we could prove Blake's innocence. I couldn't make the board overlook Carl's lie and let Blake work. They had the company's image to look after. I couldn't make Carl shut up, as much as I wanted too. We could argue the validity of Carl's word to the papers, but it was an uphill battle. Desiree was pregnant and if we called her a liar, we'd look like we were picking on her. The news media would make us bigger villains then they already were. 

I climbed the stairs and found Blake in one of the bedrooms. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He was defeated.

I went to him, sitting beside him on the bed. I slung my arm around his shoulder, pulling him into me. It was the only thing I could think to do.

"I can't believe this happening" he said. "I've worked my whole life to get to where I am now. How can all that work disintegrate in an instant?"

I didn't know what to say. It was ridiculous that one lie could destroy his life, but here we were.

"The board wants me to resign," he finally admitted. 

"How can they ask you to do that? You've done nothing wrong." I was shocked. 

"They aren't convinced the baby isn't mine. Arthur has tried to convince them, but they said that my behavior with Desiree at the merger party a few months back was an indicator. They say because she was all over me, they don't believe she cheated."

This was insane. Blake had only been acting like he liked her to make me jealous, but now it was biting him in the ass.

"They don't know what they're talking about," I tried to reassure him, brushing the back of his hair.

"Kaitlin, I'm sorry you got dragged into all of this. It isn't fair to you."

I pulled his face to meet mine, gazing into his beautiful eyes. 

"Blake, I'm not leaving you. Even if by some freak act this baby turns out to be yours, I'm not leaving. I love you and I always will. And if this baby is yours, I'll love him like he is my own."

Blake brought his hand to my cheek, a weak smile forming as relief flooded his eyes.

"You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. How could I have ever been so lucky to have found a woman like you?"

I leaned in, giving him the first kiss I had in days. It was gentle, sweet, and reassuring. I made no effort to push the issue, as much as I wanted to. Blake was finally starting to get better and I didn't want to push him into having sex with me, especially with baby talk still fresh in the air. 

Blake pulled away from me with a new energy. He no longer looked defeated and ashamed. He wasn't his full happy self, but he was absolutely making strides to get there. He took my hands and looked into my eyes as a gentle smile spread over his face.

"I know I haven't been myself over the last week and it isn't fair to you. I'm not happy that I've been forced to leave work, but I am happy that I am here with you. So while we're here, I'm going to try to forget all that drama and enjoy my time here with you."

I returned his smile as we embraced. 

***

The next morning, Blake and I woke up early to go fishing. I had never been an outdoorsy girl, but Blake had asked and I wasn't going to disappoint him. If it made him happy, I was going to do it.

It was cold when we go to the dock. Blake said early was the best time to catch fish, before the heat of the day set in and they sank lower beneath the surface of the water. Blake looked very much the outdoorsman. He dressed in a pair of cargo pants, heavy boots, and a heavy, black rain jacket. He hadn't shaved in the past few days, adding to his rugged appearance.

I was dressed in a pair of old jeans and boots, as well as a baby blue rain jacket. Blake could tell I wasn't made for the outside as he chuckled. I gently shoved him for mocking me. It was good to see him getting back to normal.

We spent much of the morning on the shoreline with our fishing rods in the water. While we waited for the fish to bite, Blake and I talked about remodeling our apartment, my upcoming high school reunion, and finally introducing him to my mother. We talked about anything besides the problem at hand. I wanted to keep that as far from our minds as possible while we were here.

After twenty minutes of waiting, the fish were finally biting. I was the first one to get a bite. Blake instructed me on how to reel it in and it wasn't as easy as I thought. The fish put up a fight and I had to rotate between pulling the fish in and letting the line slack for a little to keep the fish from snapping my line. After a few grueling minutes, I finally pulled in a small trout. 

I was like a giddy little kid. Blake couldn't help but laugh at my energy and excitement. It was nice to see his beautiful smile in full force again. We continued to catch fish throughout much of the morning, keeping as many as we could. Blake planned to cook me a fish dinner tonight and he was going to do it all himself.

We made it back to the house around noon. I went to take a shower to wash the fishy smell off me, while Blake went to clean the fish. As I stood under the water, the smell of trout was making me nauseous. I had to fight to keep from retching as the sent violated my nostrils. It was unlike me to be affected by scents. I lived in the city, a breeding ground of the most disgusting and fowl aromas imaginable, so fish shouldn't be bothering me. I chocked it up to having never been around raw fish and thought nothing more of it. Once I was clean of the smell, my stomach calmed.

I went out to the bedroom and laid back on the bed, exhausted after an adventurous morning. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

***

"Kaitlin, sweetheart. Wake up." Blake's voice roused me from my deep sleep. My eyes rolled over to the clock on the nightstand. Six-fifteen. I had been asleep for over five hours. I never took naps this long, even when I worked my fifteen-hour shifts as James assistant. What the hell was the matter with me?

I groggily lifted my head to see Blake standing next to the bed. He was wearing a pair of dark worn jeans and a grey t-shirt. Beneath his tight shirt, I could see his amazing muscles. His hair was wet, like he had just come from the shower. He had finally shaved away his scruff of a beard, revealing his beautiful jawline. He was perfect and he looked like my Blake again.




Blake Ch. 12



"You okay? You've been out for a while. I was getting worried about you."

"Yea," I replied, rubbing my eyes. "I guess the outdoors don't agree with me. I can run around an office in heels for most of the day, but sitting on the shoreline for four hours fishing knocks me on my ass."

Blake helped me up, immediately crushing me into his powerful chest. It was my favorite place to be and I breathed in deep, enjoying his scent. My body responded to his closeness and I ached with desire. As much as I wanted it, I wasn't going to initiate anything. I wanted to wait until he was ready for me.

Blake tilted my face up to his and pressed his lips to mine. My breathing became slow as I savored his touch. The longing inside me grew and it was taking all my strength not to push my tongue deep into his mouth and beg him to take me. 

"Come on. Dinner is ready."

He took my by the hand and led me downstairs into the dining room. The space was dimly lit by the chandelier overhead. Most of the light in the room was coming from candles in the center of the table and on the buffet against the far wall. On the table was a small vase of red roses on a black tablecloth. The dishes were a soft silver and the places were set perfectly. My wine glass was already filled with a white wine and another goblet was filled with water.

While the table looked immaculate, the smells emanating from the food on the table was equally enjoyable. In the center was a platter of herbed trout with lemon butter, which we had spent all morning catching. There was a bowl of vibrant mixed vegetables, as well as rice pilaf. I almost couldn't believe that Blake had done all of this himself. Everything smelled delicious.

"I also have chocolate strawberries for desert, among other things."

Blake led me to my chair, pulling it for me like the gentleman he was.

"What other things?" I asked.

He gave me no response, but a wink before moving across the table to his own seat. Dinner was going to be difficult for me now. 

***

The meal was just as amazing as it smelled. I was still in shock that Blake had cooked such a fantastic dinner all by himself. Getting him to cook at home was a pain in the ass. We usually just went out for dinner or ordered in.

"You do realize that you are now going to have to cook at home, right?" I teased.

"After a hard day's work, I don't want to slave over a stove. But I'll try to cook at least twice a week for you, babe. Maybe on the weekends."

"No. That will cut into our sexy time," I teased.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" he toyed, taking me into his arms. He kissed me passionately, his lips gliding over mine like silk. I couldn't stop the moan escape my throat in enjoyment. Blake chuckled against my lips. When I parted my lips to breath, he slid his tongue in. Fireworks exploded inside me as the familiar pleasure that he caused me returned in full force.

I couldn't stop myself. My hands reached up to the back of his head, my fingers lacing their way through his hair. I pulled him in deeper as my tongue massaged his in my mouth. I hungered for him. I wanted him to take me right there on the dining room table.

Blake pulled away from me, panting heavily. His eyes were closed, as if he was trying to regain control of himself. 

"Go wait for me by the fireplace," he said through gritted teeth. "I'll be right there."

Confused, I headed towards the living room to wait for him. He was only gone a moment before he entered the living room, carrying a covered plate. On his face was his classic sexy smile. My stomach was full of butterflies, fluttering with excitement. 

Blake sat down on the faux fur rug near the fireplace. The warmth from the hearth was casting a beautiful orange glow on his face. Putting down the plate, he held out his hand to me and pulled me on the floor to join him.

"I didn't want us to forget about desert," he teased.

Blake picked the plate up and placed it between us. It was the chocolate covered strawberries he had promised. He picked one up and brought it to my lips. He ran the delicious desert against my lips, circling them before pushing the sweet fruit into my mouth. After I chewed the delectable treat, I grabbed a strawberry of my own from the plate. I repeated the same behavior, circling the strawberry around Blake's tasty lips, but instead of sliding it into his mouth, I pulled it away from him, taking a bite of the fruit myself.

"Someone's being greedy," he said.

Blake pushed me on my back, climbing on top of me. He buried his face into my neck, licking my throat. A whimper escaped my lips as I enjoyed the return of our lust. My insides were already pulsating and my body begged for more of his touch.

Blake's fingers diligently unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled me into a sitting position and yanked my shirt off, followed by my bra. He pushed my back down onto the rug, my tits completely exposed.

Blake removed his shirt before lowering himself down to my erect nipples. His mouth latched onto the right one, holding it with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. I threw my head back, moaning as my body writhed beneath him. His tongue then circled my areola, before drawing a path to my left nipple where he repeated the process. I was easily coming undone beneath his attention.

Blake sat up far enough back where he could yank my skirt off, leaving me in just my thong panties. As he did that, my hands traveled over his torso, enjoying every muscle on his perfect body. I tried to lean up to kiss them, but Blake held me down. 

He reached over to the plate of strawberries and picked one up. He brought it to his lips and put it in his mouth for a second. He pulled it from his lips and brought the berry down to my erect nipple. Blake circled my nipple with the strawberry lightly, coating my breast in chocolate and making me moan louder from the light touch. When he was happy with the result, he pushed the berry into my mouth, making me eat the fruit that had touched my breast.

Blake lowered himself to my chocolate covered nipple and sucked on it, all while licking every drop of chocolate from it. I gasped as he cleaned me and my panties were growing wetter with each touch.

He reached over and grabbed another berry, this time putting it in my mouth to melt the chocolate. He used the chocolate to write something across my breasts from one nipple to the other. I tilted my head up to see that he had wrote his name, claiming me in chocolate.

I glared up at him, teasingly judging him.

"Really?" I said.

"Well, if you don't like it," he began with a smirk, "allow me to remove it."

He brought his tongue to my left nipple and traced the path of the writing with the tip of his tongue. My body began to twist beneath him as he moved, but his strong arms pinned me down. He continued to erase his artwork, torturously slow. 

"Please," I begged, barely able to speak the word.

"I was waiting for you to say that."

Blake's hands flew to his jeans and he quickly unbuttoned them, freeing his cock. His hands made quick work of my panties, ripping them off and casting them aside. Blake positioned himself at my entranced and pushed just the head of his dick in. I whimpered, wanting to feel him completely inside me.

Blake grabbed my legs and positioned them on his shoulders, then barreled into my pussy the rest of the way as hard as he could. A gentle scream escaped my lips as he traveled deeper into me than ever before. He didn't pause, but continued to pound into me as deep as he could. 

With each thrust, I moaned and writhed beneath him. I tried to slam my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, but he had me locked in place. I was at his mercy and he was being relentless. 

My skull was buzzing and my blood was racing as he continued to pound into me. I felt my body tense up as I was approaching my release. I couldn't do anything to help push it further as Blake had me completely pinned, but what he was doing became enough.

A fire exploded from within me. My pussy tightened around his dick and my juices completely coated him. A moment later, Blake stilled and groaned as he filled me, then collapsed on top of me. We were both breathing hard, exhausted from our first fuck in over a week.

Blake rolled off me and positioned himself behind me, kissing my neck. Even though he was gentle, my nerves were fried and each peck felt like a small shock to my senses. This stopped after a few minutes.

I gazed into the fire, but my mind was absent of any thought. I was here in the moment and I didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Sex bathed in firelight. There isn't anything much more romantic than that," I said, after several minutes of silence.

"Sex in the moonlight, but I'll save that for a warmer night," he chuckled into my ear, pulling my body closer to his. 

In the heat of the fire and between our own bodies, it wasn't long before I fell asleep in his arms.



Blake Ch. 13



Author's Note: I apologize for the delay in this chapter. I have been so focused on the dozens of writing projects that this one kept getting pushed back. I intended for this to be the final chapter of the Blake series, but seeing as I didn't want to delay it further, I decided to break it up into two parts, as I've been struggling to write the very end of the story. I hope to have the series finished in the next few weeks when my life slows down a bit. 

As always, thanks for reading. 

Katie 

*** 

Chapter Thirteen 

I awoke the next day with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach. Moments later, I found myself in the bathroom, losing my dinner from the night before. Not again. It wasn't like me to get sick like this. 

Blake was sweet through it all. He held my hair back, rubbing my back gently. When my stomach calmed, Blake ran to the kitchen to get me some water and saltines, so that I wouldn't become dehydrated. I spent a good chunk of the morning in there. Some vacation this was going to be. 

Blake excused himself for a moment when his cell phone went off. I could hear him talking to Arthur in the other room, but I couldn't quite make out the conversation as my stomach lurched again. 

"Do you want me to take you to the doctor, sweetie?" Blake asked, when he returned. 

"No. I hate doctors. I'll be fine," I said, as I stood up. "What did Arthur want?" 

"He wants me to come back to New York. He says that there is an important business meeting that I must attend. I don't want you to travel if you're not feeling well, sweetie, but I don't want to leave you here all alone." 

"I'm coming with you," I commanded. I wasn't going to be without Blake, especially during this trying time. 

"Okay. How about I go to the drug store and get you something for your nausea and some ginger ale for your stomach? You can take a shower while I'm gone, sweetie. I won't be long." 

I nodded as I was brushing my teeth for the third time, trying to get the disgusting taste out of my mouth. 

Blake gave me a quick kiss on my forehead before leaving to get the supplies. 

I sat on the bed for the first five minutes after he left. My stomach was finally calming down and the nausea was subsiding. What was happening to me? It wasn't like me to get this sick, nor did I get sick this often. It couldn't have been the food because I would have been losing it long before now. All I could think of was a stomach bug. I knew if it didn't stop soon, Blake would drag me to the doctor kicking and screaming. I had to take better care of myself. 

When I felt stable enough, I walked over to my carry on suitcase to grab clothes for the trip home. I figured I could also pack up while Blake was gone, if my stomach didn't betray me. I dumped all my clothes onto the bed, making sure to open all my pockets. Unexpectedly clattering onto the bed was a small, thin package wrapped in white plastic. I didn't remember packing it, so out of curiosity, I opened it. 

Inside was an unused pregnancy test. The expiration date wasn't for another year. I couldn't understand how it had gotten into my bag at first. As I stared at the piece of plastic, my memories started coming back to me. 

About a year and a half ago, my ex Tyler and I had gone on a vacation, a rarity for our relationship. We had been together for a few months, but didn't see each other often. When we did, we were often buried in the sheets of his bed for hours, getting our fill of each other's bodies. While on vacation, I had missed my period. Panicked, I bought a pregnancy test, which thankfully turned out to be negative. After our scare, Tyler demanded I go on the pill, but I was allergic to the medicine. Unconvinced, he broke up with me, saying I wasn't worth all the trouble. 

"Oh shit," I said to myself bolting for the bathroom. 

My mind was scanning through the length of Blake and my relationship. Not once had we used any form of contraception. For months, he had been unloading himself deep inside me and I had done nothing to combat the risk of pregnancy. 

I stood with my arms wrapped around my body as I waited for the results. How had I been so reckless and stupid? We were embroiled in the middle of a pregnancy problem and here I was, possibly throwing another baby into the mix. 

After the time was up, I approached the counter slowly, scared of what I was going to see. My breath stopped as I saw a single word printed on the screen: pregnant. 

*** 

While I waited for the doctor, I tried to convince myself that I couldn't be pregnant. I would have seen the signs right? I started to realize that maybe I had been ignoring them. I had unexplained morning sickness that I hadn't been able to pinpoint to any food. The slightest smells were making me nauseated. I was tired all the time. I wasn't able to stomach the taste of the wine at dinner anymore. It was all there, but I continued to remain in denial. 

I hadn't told Blake about the possibility of me being pregnant, not with all this going on. I wanted to be damn sure before I told him. What would he say? What would he think? I saw how he had reacted when he found out Desiree was pregnant with what possibly could be his baby. Was I to experience that same reaction? 

"Congratulations Miss Stevens, you are three months pregnant." 

I sat there, shocked as the word hit me. Seeing it was one thing, but hearing it really drove the point home. At this moment, I was carrying Blake's child. Were congratulations really in order? Would he still want me? Would he ask me to get rid of the baby? Could I? A million questions were running through my mind at that moment and I had completely forgotten about the doctor. 

"Miss Stevens?" 

"Yes?" I replied, weakly. 

"We need to talk about what plans you have regarding this pregnancy. You are near the end of your first trimester, so it is crucial that if you are keeping this baby, we get you started with proper prenatal care. Do you plan on keeping the child?" 

"I don't know," I whispered. I hadn't given this any kind of thought. I was still in shock that I was pregnant. 

"Do you know who the father is?" 

"Yes." He was the most amazing man in the world. 

"Perhaps you would like to discuss it with him before you make a decision?" 

I nodded in understanding. I knew I was going to have to tell him, but I was scared. I didn't want to lose him over this pregnancy. 

"Take as much time as you need. Just pick up your check out paperwork as you leave." With that, the doctor left, leaving me alone in thought. 

My hands rested on my stomach, holding the baby I was growing inside me. My baby. Blake's baby. Our baby. I didn't know what he would say. If he asked me to get rid of it, could I? Was I willing to lose Blake to keep this baby? That was the real fear that was coursing through me. What would this cost me? 

I didn't know how long I sat in the room, lost in my thoughts. I finally pulled myself together and headed for the front desk. After retrieving my paperwork, I turned around and nearly crashed into a woman behind me. 

Instinctively, my hand flew to my stomach in a protective manner. I steadied myself before facing the familiar face behind me. 

"Oh my God, Katie. How are you?" I was swallowed up in her arms as best as possible. She was far along in her pregnancy and her stomach was keeping us at some distance. 

"Jessica. It's nice to see you," I said, pulling myself away from my old friend. 

Jessica and I had been friends in college. We were close and became roommates after our freshman year. She and I had lived together until nearly two years ago, when she decided to move in with her boyfriend, Chad. When I was unable to find a new roommate, she suggested I let her little sister Desiree move in with me, knowing her father would pay the rent. 

Looking at her now, she was glowing. Her medium length blond hair was radiant. Her blue eyes were sparkling with excitement. Pregnancy was doing amazing things for her. 

"I haven't seen you in over a year. How are things going?" she asked, excitedly. 

"Um, they've been better. But look at you. You're about ready to burst," I said, phoning in my excitement. I really didn't want to talk about the most recent development in my life, especially with Jessica. Although she had always been a great friend and someone I could confide in, she looked too happy and I didn't want to dampen her spirits. 

"Yea. Seven months. I'm getting down the home stretch now. Chad is really excited about becoming a father. We actually pushed back our wedding date just so the baby could be part of the festivities." 

"That's fantastic. I'm so happy for you." 

"Thanks. So how are things with work? Still running yourself into the ground?" she chuckled. She knew of my crazy work habits and had always found them humorous. 

"I got a new job a few months back. I'm the Advertising Director at AdVanceMent Capital now, so I'm running myself into the grave." 

"That is so awesome. Desiree hasn't been keeping me up to date with what you've been doing recently. I usually get my updates through her." 

A lump formed in my throat at the mention of her sister. I wanted to scream and rant about the bitch of an ex-roommate, but I restrained myself. 

"Yea, we had a falling out a few months back, so I moved in with my new boyfriend." 

"I'm sorry things didn't work out with Desiree. I know she can be insufferable, believe me. But hey, you've got a new man now. That's got to be exciting." 

"Yea. He definitely keeps me on my toes." 

"How did you guys meet?" she said, pulling me over to a nearby chair. Standing had to be hurting her feet. 

"Um, through Desiree, actually. They used to date, very briefly." And by very briefly, I meant the relationship was a complete and total fabrication. 

"Oh, wow. He must be something special. Not many men see her for what she is and choose to leave. They're too distracted by the shiny exterior. He definitely made an upgrade in woman by dating you." 

Jessica and her sister weren't best friends, although she had made the effort more than once because they were blood. She knew of Desiree's wanton behavior and warned me about it before she moved in. The only reason I put up with it was that I couldn't find another roommate. 

"Well, I don't expect that shiny exterior to stay intact for too much longer," I responded, thinking about all the perks that came with pregnancy. 

The stretch marks, bloating, swollen ankles. Most women endured these with a smile, knowing that the joy that came after was well worth it. Even after the baby was born, women showed off their battle scars with pride. I had always admired women like that, but Desiree struck me as someone who would hate every mark and would probably pay for extensive treatments to restore her shiny veneer. 

"What do you mean?" Jessica asked, completely confused. 

"Desiree is six months pregnant. She has to be almost as big as you," I clarified. 

Jessica started laughing. Had I missed some kind of joke? This baby was making her weird. 

"That's a good one, Kate." 

"What?" 

"Desiree isn't pregnant." Was Jessica really out of the loop? 

"Yes she is, Jess. She's claiming my boyfriend is the baby's father." 

All laughter left from Jessica. She looked stern and confident, yet somehow, concerned. 

"That's not possible." Her voice was commanding. I had never seen her like this. 

"Jess, I have copies of the pregnancy test and the ultrasound. She is pregnant." 

"Show me." 

*** 

"You bitch!" Jessica yelled, bursting into the boardroom. For a pregnant woman, she could move fast; I almost had to run to keep up with her. 

"Jess think of the baby. You need to calm down," I reminded as I entered the room behind her. 

"Oh I am thinking of my baby, that's why I'm here." 

I scanned the boardroom. Desiree and Carl were here, just like Vance had told me in the lobby. Jessica had tried calling them since we left the doctor's but neither of them had answered. When she called her mother, she said they were in a meeting with Arthur. Sure enough, they were all here. 

"Jessica, what are you doing here?" Carl stood up and quickly moved across the room to his eldest daughter. He reached out to touch her, but she pulled away from him, her eyes darting between her father and her sister. She was a woman on a rampage. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Arthur asked. 

"You lying little bitch!" Jessica spat as she moved closer to Desiree. "You really didn't think I was going to find out." 

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," Desiree said, twirling her hair. 

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." 

"Jessica, can we talk about this later? In private?" Carl pleaded, approaching her. He should have kept quiet. 

Jessica instantly snapped to face her father, turning her wrath on him. 

"You knew to, didn't you? Hell, this was probably all your sick and twisted scheme, wasn't it?" 

Carl straightened himself, trying to assert some form of authority over her. 

"Jessica, I will not have this conversation with you right now. I am your father and I am telling you to drop this matter until we have a chance to speak in private." 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blake running into the room. He stopped upon seeing me, giving me a look of confusion. I had told him I was having lunch with my mother to explain my absence from work today. I didn't have time to explain anything to him before Jessica drew all our attention back to the fight at hand. 

"How could you do this to me? To your own grandchild? He is not part of some deal, he is your blood and you are going to drag him into your stupid, harebrained schemes before he has even left my womb?" 

Blake approached me slowly, positioning himself to make his presence known to Jessica. 

"Please pardon my bluntness, but who are you?" he asked, trying to be as nice as possible. He didn't want to feel her wrath. However, she turned sweet in an instant, like nothing had been bothering her 

"I'm Jessica Daniels. You must be Blake. Katie has told me so much about you. I wish we were meeting on better terms." Jessica shook his hand, but turned to face me mouthing the words 'he's hot'. That baby was making her mood swings wild. 

"I wish that as well," he said with a smile. "May ask what you're doing here and what all this commotion is about?" 

It was like someone had snapped their fingers. Jessica was pissed again, turning to face her father and sister. Carl looked worried, but Desiree was still sitting in her chair, twirling her hair without a care in the world. 

"These two are lying to you. Desiree isn't pregnant. She can't ever get pregnant." 

"What?" The word escaped Blake's mouth like a whisper 

"Jessica, no," Carl yelled, trying to stem the flow of destruction. 

Jessica turned to face Desiree, who was now looking at her for the first time. Anger was seething from her and her eyes were like daggers, but Jessica wasn't backing down. Not when she had her child to protect. 

"Some people get fancy cars for their twenty-first birthday, others have huge blowout parties. Desiree got surgeries. Lots and lots of surgeries. Including one to keep her from having children. Isn't that right, Des?" 

"Shut up, you stupid bitch," Desiree spat at her, standing for the first time. Jessica wasn't scared. 

"You hate children and the very thought of what goes into carrying a child. You begged dad to make sure you never got pregnant. Every year since you were sixteen, you begged him, until he finally gave you what you wanted. It wasn't a surprise. You've always been a brat." 

"What about the pregnancy test? The ultrasound?" Blake asked, stepping closer to Jessica. 

"Their mine. I sent my dad a copy of everything, hoping he would share it with his friends like a proud grandfather. Instead, he is using my son to ruin you, this company, and gain millions." 

"Is this true, Carl?" Arthur asked his face full of a rage I had never seen in him. 

"She's pregnant and emotional. She doesn't know what she is saying," Carl tried to justify. 

Without hesitation, Jessica reached for Desiree's stomach, removing the pregnancy pad beneath. Desiree gasped at having been outed. Carl made a beeline for the door, but was stopped by security. Everyone else in the room was frozen in shock. 

"You are the worst family in the world," Jessica spoke, anger coursing through her voice. "I never want to see you again Desiree. Ever!" 

She turned to her father, who was paralyzed with fear. 

"And as for you, you will never see your grandson. And after I explain this all to mom, you can expect a divorce. She would never chose you over her grandchildren. If you think this is over dad, it is far from it. Expect my lawyer to call you soon. You'll pay for exploiting my baby and my pregnancy." 

And with that, Jessica stormed out of the room. Carl crumpled to the ground in tears. The once powerful man was now defeated. Desiree stood at the other end of the room, glaring at Blake and me. 

"Security, remove these two from the building," Arthur commanded. "And Carl, expect a call from our corporate lawyer as well. I'm sure Mr. Taylor will also have his personal lawyer making a call as well." 

"Damn right," Blake said through gritted teeth. 

Security grabbed the two Daniels and escorted them from the premises, leaving Arthur, Blake, and myself alone in the boardroom. I stood in silence, processing the explosive event. It was all over. Desiree was gone, out of my life for good, as was Carl. There would be no twisted future where she would continue to harass Blake and me. There would be no world where I would have to stomach her presence for the sake of a child. We were free. As the reality dawned on me, I couldn't help but smile 

"Well, I think that was enough excitement for one day," Arthur finally spoke, clapping his hands together. He turned towards me, a cheeky smile on his face. 

"Kaitlin, you are just so full of surprises. I speak for the entire company when I offer you our thanks for getting to the bottom of this pointless drama. I'm not sure how you did it, but I couldn't be happier with the end result. It's moments like this that make me question if I shouldn't make you CEO," he chuckled. 

He moved to Blake and placed a hand on his shoulder. Blake still hadn't moved from his spot; he was frozen. 

"Blake, I'm sure you and Kaitlin have had a trying day. Why don't you both take the rest of the day off? I'll not take 'no' for an answer." And with that, Arthur left the room, leaving Blake and I alone. 

There were so many things I needed to say to him, but I didn't even know where to begin. I looked down at my hands, figuring out what to say, when I felt strong hands grab my face and push it upwards. My lips were crushed beneath another set of powerful lips. I was taken completely by surprise. I opened my mouth to breath and I felt his familiar tongue slip into my mouth. He savagely attacked my own, exploring every inch of my mouth. 

Abruptly, he ripped his mouth from my own, leaving me panting and wanting. I opened my eyes to see Blake's face inches from mine, panting, carnal hunger was locked into his eyes. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the boardroom door as fast as he could. 

*** 

The moment we were passed the threshold of our apartment, Blake slammed me against the wall, pinning me with his body and with his lips. The entire ride home had been a tense affair. Blake struggled to keep his eyes on the road. We said nothing to each other as we drove home. Had we been alone in the elevator, I was sure Blake would have taken me right there. This was weeks of pent up sexual frustration. 

Blake's tongue easily pushed into my mouth, savagely attacking mine. I wrapped my tongue around his, massaging and caressing it. His hands grabbed my face, pushing his tongue even further in. I could barely breathe beneath him, but I was enjoying every moment. 




Blake Ch. 13



Blake crouched down and swooped his arm under my legs, picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom; he kissed me the entire way. Blake put me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me in earnest. An ache grew between my legs and I twisted beneath him. 

He pulled away from me and began to unbutton my blouse. I followed his lead, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest muscles as I did. My tongue ran gently against his skin, savoring every inch of his immaculate torso. Even though it had become familiar, I could never get my fill of Blake or his body. 

Blake groaned lightly from my touch before pushing me back down onto the bed. He pushed my blouse open and eagerly licked the tops of my breasts, which were straining against my white lace bra. His tongue traveled over the top of my right tit, slid between my confined breasts where he planted a soft kiss, before traveling over the top of my left breast. I was panting beneath him, enjoying his tongue on my overly sensitive breasts. 

Blake's mouth moved down my body, his tongue gently caressing my skin and setting my nerves on fire. When he reached my waist, he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off abruptly. His fingers went between my legs, rubbing my clit over my panties. His mouth kissed my neck, before his tongue traced my throat. I moaned as my pussy grew wetter from his attention. My hips bucked against his fingers, bringing more pressure against my clit. 

Suddenly, he tore his mouth away from my throat and moved down between my legs, ripping my panties off in one fluid motion. His fingers traced around my drenched lips while his tongue played with my clit. My moans grew louder and were more frequent. My temperature rose and my blood raced through my veins. My hips bucked towards his mouth, desperate to feel some part of him inside me. Blake steadied my body with his free hand, while he slowly tortured me. 

Blake's fingers circled my dripping hole, getting closer to my entrance with each pass. Eventually, two of his fingers found their way inside of me and I gasped. Blake moved in and out of me slowly, curving his fingers forward as he pulled out. His mouth continued to enjoy my clit. His tongue stroked my nub up and down, occasionally circling it. As his fingers moved into me faster, he began to suck on my hypersensitive clit. I was moaning so loud, it was borderline a scream, but I didn't care. I was too lost in the sensations and was desperately trying to prolong my orgasm for as long as possible. 

I didn't last much longer. My body went rigid as I was overcome with immense pleasure. Blake slowed his ministrations on my body and stopped shortly after my body relaxed. He kissed his way back up the body, settling on my lips. I could taste my sweetness on his lips, causing my arousal to spike anew. 

Blake stood up and smiled his seductive smile at me. His hands worked quickly to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants, releasing his magnificent cock. He lined himself up perfectly before slamming into me. I moaned as his dick penetrated my dripping pussy. Blake kept his ice blue eyes focused on me as he continued to fuck me. 

My head was spinning and my breathing was out of control. I was completely out of control as Blake claimed me. From his stare, I could tell that he was driven by pure desire. He was uncontrollable as he pounded into me, but I wasn't going to stop him. I loved every moment of it. 

Finally, it all became too much and I was rocked with another orgasm. I screamed out, letting the feeling consume me. Blake followed shortly after, grunting as he unloaded deep inside me, before collapsing on top of me. When he regained some of his strength, he rolled off me and slipped the covers over us, holding me close to him. 

Neither of us said anything as we recovered from our most passionate love making in weeks. I just laid cuddled in his arms, lost in his embrace. 

When my mind finally came back to reality, I remembered the pressing matter at hand. I didn't want to take us from our moment, but I really had no choice. 

"Blake, there's something I need to tell you." 

His phone began to ring with Arthur's distinctive tone. He looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. 

"Mind if I get that? It may be important." 

"No. At least this time you had the decency to ask," I chuckled, recalling our first time in bed together. 

"I will never make that mistake again," he retorted as he stood up and answered the phone. He left our room to take the call in private. I couldn't resist admiring his naked form as he crossed the room. I was already aching to touch him again. 

As I waited for his return, I thought about how I was going to approach the subject at hand. It was going to be difficult regardless if I eased into the subject or bluntly told him I was pregnant, so I had to think about what was easiest for me, and I was leaning towards the blunt approach. I took a few deep breaths to ease my mind before Blake reentered the room. 

"Great news, Kaitlin. Arthur has smoothed things over with the board and public relations is working on a press release to clear my name. Looks like everything is getting back to normal." 

"That's great." 

Blake slid back beneath the sheets, pressing his body into mine. He brought his hand up to the side of my cheek and kissed me softly. 

"None of it would have been possible without you, sweetheart. I owe you so much." His lips met mine again in a softer, sweeter kiss. It took my breath away. 

"I can't help but wonder, how did you find out?" 

Looks like I was taking the easing approach. 

"I ran into Jessica and we got to talking. When I told her Desiree was pregnant, she flipped and insisted on seeing her immediately." 

"It's a stroke of luck that you ran into her while you were out to lunch with your mother." 

My head fell as my lies started to catch up to me. 

"I didn't go to lunch with her today." 

Blake looked at me, puzzled. 

"Where did you go?" 

"I went to the doctor's office. That's where I ran into Jessica." 

His confusion waned and his face was content. 

"Oh, did they find out what has been happening with your stomach?" 

"Yes." 

"And?" 

"I'm pregnant." 

Time stopped as I tried to gauge his reaction, which could easily be summed up in one word: shock. The problem was I couldn't tell if he was happy or angry. It was just a neutral expression of shock. 

"What?" he finally asked after a minute. 

"The doctor told me I'm three months pregnant." 

"Really?" 

"Yes." 

"How are you and the baby?" 

"Both healthy." 

I didn't expect what happened next. A broad smile encompassed Blake's face as he pulled me tightly into his arms, kissing the side of my head. For a while, he just held me close and kept kissing me. When he finally released me, he placed his hand on my stomach. 

"The doctor suggested I speak with the father about what we wanted to do." 

Blake's expression went from happiness to horror in an instant. 

"What do you want to do?" he asked, hesitant of my answer. 

"You first." 

He swallowed hard and thought about his words before speaking. 

"It's your body and your choice, but I hope you'll keep it." 

I bit my lip lightly as a smile spread across my face. I was overjoyed that he still wanted me and that he wanted this baby. 

"Good, because I was keeping him regardless of what you said." 

The joy that Blake had felt had returned and he laughed at me. 

"Him? How can you possibly know it's a boy? You're not far enough along to know." 

"Call it a mother's intuition," I said smugly, causing us both to laugh. 

I looked down at Blake's hand on my stomach, overlapping my hands to his. 

"Blake are you sure this is what you want?" I asked. 

He pulled my face up to his, forcing me to stare into his captivating blue eyes. 

"Kaitlin, there is nothing I want more in the world than to be a father and there is no other woman in this world that I want to carry my child. This is everything I have ever dreamed of." 

Tears pooled in my eyes as I continued to stare at the man I love. The man who was going to be the father of my child. The man who made my world perfect.