Page 83 of Loved By You

And I do, loudly and without a care. My orgasm hits, sending a tingling surge of euphoria through me. Jack follows, coming inside me with such force that it sends another pulse of pleasure through my body.

We are panting and sweating as he looks down at me with hooded eyes, the sexiest smile forming across his face.

“You… I… Fuck,” he pants, fighting to catch his breath. He doesn't finish that sentence.

He pulls out of me, taking me with him, so I’m seated on his desk. God, I’m a mess. He reaches into his desk, passing me a box of tissues.

“I better get back to work, but how did I do?” I ask as I pepper kisses up his jawline.

“I think you'll need to come back to mine tonight so we can work on a few kinks before I give my full review.”

I smack his chest. “You are something else, Mr. Lawson.” I begrudgingly get up and pull down my skirt and look for my blouse. He gets himself sorted and I see him swipe my underwear and put it in his pocket.

“Erm, I need those.”

“No, you don't. You'll get them back after your shift.” He gives me a sexy wink that makes going back to work the last thing I want to be doing.

I return to the bar floor and thankfully no one questions where I've been or why my cheeks are flushed and my hair has some extra volume, thanks to Jack's roaming hands. I head up toward the VIP area to help clear tables as it's been extra busy tonight. Suddenly, an unwanted hand wraps around my arm and I twist my head.

“Alex?” My eyes widen. What the hell is he doing here?

“So, this is where you are working then?” he slurs.

“I thought you were with your parents and the girls. What are you doing here? Are they okay?”

“They're fine. We need to talk.” He leans in and I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m working. We can talk tomorrow.” I shrug free from his grip and turn to walk back towards the bar, but he grabs my arm and hauls me back so my back hits his front.

“I said, we need to talk and I’m not fucking leaving till we do,” he grits. I don't want to cause a scene at work, and I don't want people knowing who Alex is, so I nod and gesture for him to follow me out back towards the fire exit.

“Okay, what is it?” Folding my arms, I wait for his response.

“When are you coming back?”

“Back where?” I say confused at his question.

“Back to me. Come on, Ri, this mental crisis you are having should be done by now. You’ve made your point. I’ve toldMelanie and my secretary we can’t fuck anymore and that I’m a married man.”

“Oh, that's big of you, but you are about five years too late,” I say bitterly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I know I fucked it but come back to me. I miss you.”

The anger begins to rise in my body, burning me from the inside. “You put me through hell, Alex, and I thought that was love. Now I know what we had, what you felt for me wasn't love. I’m not coming back.” I don’t realize I’m shouting.

“I know and I’m sorry, babe, please, I miss you,” His tone is pleading. Six months ago, this might have made me cave and give him another chance, but not anymore.

“You don't get to miss me. You had me, and you lost me because you treated me like I wasn't worth a damn thing.”

“Fuck’s sake, you can’t be serious about this,” he yells, driving a fist into the wall next to me and I jolt. Moving closer to my face, he spits, “I got the paperwork from the lawyer. If you think I’m signing, you are outta your mind.” He taps my temple with his index finger.

I grit my teeth and my fists clench. Why is this so hard? Why can't he just let me move on? I know he doesn't want me; he just can't bear the thought of losing control.

“Alex, we've been done for ages. Please just let me move on now. You had me, and I tried. God, did I try, but you didn't and I can’t do it anymore. Just be there for the girls, but you and me… we’re done.” It feels good to finally have my say.

I stare at him; his glassy eyes are filled with hatred and fueled by alcohol. Any feelings I had for this man have well and truly gone. I just feel hate now.

“I’ve gotta go back to work.”

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