Page 114 of Brassy Bigwig

Yeah, or to protect themselves.

“I love you, Shel. And I really appreciate the advice and everything you’re trying to do. But I can’t be with someone who is afraid to tell me their whole truth. No matter the reason. I’m a big girl, and I can handle it.”

At that, I stand from the sofa and take a deep breath. I know what I need to do.

“I’m going to get dressed and go to the office. D should be gone by now, and I’ll finally be able to get my things that are still there. When I wake up tomorrow, I am going to go out and look for a new job. It’s time I start to put all of this behind me and move on.”

I don’t stick around to wait for Shelby’s look of disapproval. When I get to my room, I change into jeans and a t-shirt, straighten my hair, and throw on some mascara and lip gloss. As painful as it’s going to be, I need to say goodbye in order to move on.

* * *

It’s about seven forty-five when I get to the office. I don’t see any reason why D should still be here, but just to be safe, I hang out outside of the building until eight o’clock. When I finally make it upstairs, I move quickly across the lobby toward my former desk. As I get closer, the sight of D’s office door cracked open and light streaming out of it stops me in my tracks.

I stand, frozen to the spot.

Did he hear the elevator? I walk to the wall next to his office and listen carefully for any indication he’s approaching his door. That’s when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning coming from inside the office.

What the fuck?

Does he have another girl in there? Is it Emilia? Someone else? Another colleague? I want to march right in there and catch him in the act. Let him know he’s just proven to me everything I needed to know about him.

What the hell did I think I was getting in to with a man who is practically a stranger? I don’t really know a whole lot about him. Obviously, or else I at least would have known he has an ex-wife.

Instead of barging in there, I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down a little bit. Deep down, I know at the heart, D is a good person. He just chose to make a dumb choice. Now I need to check and see if he’s in the middle of making another one.

Pushing the door open, I peek my head inside slowly, until I know which way his attention is focused. When my eyes land on him, his back is to me, and I can see the top of his head resting on the back of the chair.

Another moan hits my ears, and based on his positioning, I’m having a hard time not visualizing a woman on her knees between his legs at this very moment. But I can’t see past his desk to confirm that theory. The sound of him, though, has my stomach stirring in a way only D can conjure. I close my eyes and try to control my own breathing.

Before I have a moment to obsess over the maybe woman sucking his dick, he moans again. But this moan is a little different.

“Chloe…” My eyes fly open, thinking he’s spotted me, but he hasn’t.

He’s turned his chair toward the door slightly. Enough for me to see he’s controlling his own pleasure at the moment. With his fist hugging his dick and my name on his lips, he’s jerking off to thoughts of me.

Me.

Now that the terror of him being with someone else has worn off, this suddenly feels very inappropriate. Like I’m some kind of sick voyeur. Before I have a chance to leave, he reaches for the pile of tissues on the top of his desk and uses them to cover the tip of his dick.

“Fuck,” he’s breathing even harder now. “Chloe…”

He moans my name loudly as his orgasm rips through his body. With several more pants and a lot of shaky breathing, I watch him as he wipes off his tip and throws the tissues into the trash can under his desk.

I need to leave. I shouldn’t have come. As I turn to go, my elbow slams into the door, and you’d have to be deaf not to have heard it.

Damn it!

“Chloe?” D’s voice is filled with shock.

I flee the doorway just as I hear him shouting behind me.

“No! Chloe wait!”

But I’m already halfway across the lobby by that point. I make it to the elevators and press the button just as I feel D’s hand clamp around my bicep.

“Wait, please. I’m begging you, Chloe.”

He swings me around and gently pushes me up against the marble wall next to the elevator. Boxing me in with his arms, there’s nowhere for me to go. But the pleading look in his eyes is what keeps me there. His head falls as though weighed down by anguish. The second I open my mouth to tell him to let me go, his gaze finds mine again, rendering me speechless.

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