Page 15 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
NICK
Nick: You’d better be relaxing, Miss Morgan. You’ve earned it after today. Since I’m not there to do it for you, I expect you to spoil yourself.
She kept me updated throughout her day, texting me on her breaks and letting me know when she was heading home. It was cute hearing the news of the projects she’s been placed on directly from her and letting her gush about it.
However, I’mpissedat what she had to say about Sloane’s behavior.
It’s certainly not news to me that Sloane has a bad attitude, but I didn’t know it was so unchecked. She’s done an excellent job of intimidating her employees into keeping their mouths shut. If it wouldn’t put a quick end to the little game I’m playing with Riley, I’d have a termination notice waiting on Sloane’s desk tomorrow morning.
I’ll just have to find a way to keep Riley out of her warpath.
And myself, while I’m at it.
Who knew fucking a low-level employee years ago at a private lifestyle club that my friend owns would continue to bite me in the ass almost daily? It’s something I regret to this day. Lesson learned. Vet every potential before jumping into bed with them. You never know which crazy bitch is going to end up a stage ten clinger that I’m not going to be able to get rid of.
The worst part of it all was I didn’t even recognize her when it happened—hell, I didn’t realize it was her until she got promoted and started trying to sleaze her way back into my bed. The last thing I needed was for her to leak where I went on my off time, so I didn’t fire her in case of retaliation.
To this day, I pretend I have no idea who she is other than my employee, regardless of how many passes she makes at me on a daily basis.
Her desperation is truly disgusting.
Riley: That’s sweet, but I have chores I need to catch up on.
I only got home a few minutes ago, still in my suit as I recline back in one of the plush leather armchairs in my living room. Riley hasn’t been home for long either, but it doesn’t surprise me that she hasn’t given herself a moment to settle down.
Glancing around my lavish five-bedroom home near Fifth Avenue, I sigh. As much as one would think this place would be filled with high-end technology, it isn’t. I mean, I have a Fuoriserie projector in the theater room and smart glass windows that tint on demand. But, in the end, my home is simple and clean. The only pop of color comes from the variousabstract paintings hanging on the walls throughout the home, courtesy of my mother, who thinks I live in a world of black, white, and gray.
Glancing down at my phone, a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I think about Riley. I bet she could bring more color to this place… as well as music. The sounds of her moans as I fuck her into submission would be too sweet.
Nick: I wasn’t asking. Your chores will be there tomorrow. How do you usually unwind?
She doesn’t respond immediately like she’s made a habit of when she’s at home or on her breaks, but the text shows that she read it.
Too much, too soon? No… she’s just doing chores like a good girl.
I wait for a few moments, but when she doesn’t start typing, I lock my phone and trudge up the gleaming black mahogany stairs toward my bedroom. My tie comes off before I even make it inside, and I shed my shirts quickly, tossing them toward the hamper without a glance.
My room's the only thing in this house that I decorated myself, despite my mother's insistence on making sure the housematched.Some may think it’s weird that mymommyhad a hand in my home, but that was only at her insistence. Not to mention, I trust her.
There aren’t many people in my life I trust. Especially with my bedroom.
Grabbing the remote from my dark wood nightstand, I turn on the large flat-screen TV. As much as I shouldn’t be working, Ican’t help but check out the closing remarks from the market today. Least of all, it would make great background noise.
My phone buzzes on the soft black duvet on my king-size bed just as I strip down to my boxers. A grin crosses my lips as I pull up the new message and settle myself back against my black silk sheets, curious as to what the little princess has been doing.
Riley: Sir, yes, sir, I’ll stop doing the dishes, haha.
Seeing the wordsirtyped out makes my gut tighten just the same way it does every time she calls me that in the office. I can’t wait for the day I hear her moan it.
Riley: As for unwinding, I usually just take a bath if I want to relax. Maybe light some candles and put on some music. I’m too frustrated for that right now, though. Sitting still would just annoy me more.
Wet skin, flickering candlelight, bubbles covering just enough to give her some semblance of modesty.
Fuck, what a sight she’d be.
I may not be able to see it tonight, but I’m sure I can talk her into getting into the bath despite her lingering frustration from the workday. Who knows, I might be able to talk her into more than that too.
Riley: I’d call my best friend and complain, but she’s at a conference.
