Page 55 of Session 33

For the first time since I met him, I knew his words were true. They were heavy and full of the kind of honesty I wasn’t used to hearing from him. I could see it in his eyes—regret, maybe even some shame. It was like he was finally owning up to the mess he’d made of us.

I thought about it for a moment, letting his words sink in. Naomi had been trying to convince me that it wasn’t my fault, that everything that went wrong between Cassius and me was because of him. But I needed to hear it from him, to know if I had played a part in our demise before I even considered being with Solomon.

“Thank you,” I finally said, feeling a strange sense of closure washing over me.

He looked at me, confused. “For what?”

“For telling me the truth,” I replied, giving him a small, tired smile. “Can you lock up when you leave? I have somewhere I need to be.”

Cassius nodded, still looking a bit lost in his thoughts. He watched as I walked over to the rocker where Ekon was sleeping. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, inhaling his baby scent. This was what mattered now—not Cassius, not the past. I leftCassius behind, both literally and figuratively, as I walked out the door.

As I turned to leave, Cassius called after me, but I didn’t stop.

I got in my car and drove. The closer I got, the more the nerves kicked in, the more I felt that thing in my chest tightening, like I was on the edge of something big, something that could change everything.

When I pulled up to Solomon’s house, I didn’t even take a second to hesitate. I got out of the car and walked straight up to the door, knocking frantically like my life depended on it. My hands were trembling, and I could feel the adrenaline surging through my veins.

Solomon opened the door, and for a second, we just looked at each other, the air between us thick with everything that had gone unsaid. His eyes were intense, dark, and they made me feel like I was on fire, like the world had narrowed down to just this moment, just this decision.

“I want to try,” I said, my voice shaky, my eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation.

Solomon’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, and without a word, he reached out, pulling me inside the house, closing the door behind us.

Chapter fort five-

Solomon had been teasing me for days, making me squirm in my own skin, and I was starting to lose my mind. He was punishing me for holding back, for denying him in the conference room that day, and he was loving every second of it. I could tell he was doing it on purpose. It was in the way he looked at me, his gaze lingering too long, his eyes darkening when they met mine. It was the way his fingers brushed my skin, like he couldn’t help himself every time I passed by. He had been doing it ever since the conference room—pulling me in, kissing me like he was trying to carve his name into my fucking soul, and then stopping, leaving me breathless and fucking horny, ready to crawl out of my skin. It was like he was trying to make me break, to make me beg, and the worst part was, it was working.

Now, we were on his sofa, and it was all too much. His mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, tracing the line of my jaw, and I was grinding in his lap like I didn’t know better. His hands were everywhere, his lips tracing my neck, my cleavage, my face, and I was lost, completely wrapped up in him. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back, and it was driving me crazy too. I needed him to break for me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore and was about to beg this man, the fire alarm went off, loudly. I should’ve cared,should’ve been concerned, but arousal had settled heavy and wet between my thighs, and all I could think about was sitting on his dick.

“Just let it go,” I murmured, my voice thick and raspy from need. I didn’t give a fuck about the alarm. I didn’t give a fuck about anything but him. But Solomon just laughed, a deep, rough sound that sent shivers down my spine, and lifted himself off the sofa, taking me with him as he stood. Then, just as easily, he set me back down, his hands lingering on my hips before he finally let go.

“Can’t let my place burn down,” he said, shaking his head at me. He didn’t even have the decency to hide his smirk. He turned and headed to the kitchen, leaving me sitting there, flushed and frustrated, my body still humming.

He came back a few moments later, the smell of burnt meat filling the air. “It’s burnt to a crisp. I’ll take you out,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I don’t want to go out,” I replied, my voice low. I dragged my tongue across my lips. I didn’t need to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right here, with him, and finish what we started. “I’d rather do something else right here. I ain’t even hungry.” I lied.

His smile widened, and he reached out, pulling me up from the sofa. “No. Let’s go.”

The next morning, I was still thinking about the night before as I made my way to Solomon’s office, bright and early before his staff would arrive.

I wasn’t supposed to be there—Veronica was coming back today, and my time playing his assistant was over. But I couldn’t stay away, not after last night.

When I walked in, Solomon looked up from his desk, surprise flashing in his eyes. He stood immediately, crossing the room to pull me into a kiss that made my toes curl.

“I thought Veronica was coming back today,” he muttered against my skin, his voice low, gravelly.

“She is,” I replied, stepping out of his hold and letting the trench coat I’d worn fall open, the red lace clinging to my wet pussy, barely covering anything.

He sucked in a breath. He didn’t say a word, just stared at me, his eyes raking over my body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. I laughed softly, enjoying the power I felt in that moment.

“Meet me in the conference room,” I said, my voice a command, not a request.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Solomon followed me, the door to the conference room barely closing behind him before he was on me, his mouth crashing against mine with a hunger that matched my own. It was all heat and desperation, his hands rough as they found their way under my coat, pulling at the straps of my lingerie.

He pushed my coat off my shoulders, tearing at the lace, gripping my thighs, my breasts. “You about to get me fired.” He lifted me like I weighed nothing, setting me on the edge of the table.

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