Page 47 of Sweet Possession
“But you’d be letting down all the people who have prepared tobe interviewed. That’s notveryprofessional,”she scolded lightly.
I sighed dramatically.“Fine. I’ll go to work. But when I’m a miserableasshole, I’ll tell everyone it’s your fault for making me go.”
I gave her another quick kiss, knowingthatif I let myself kiss her forany longer, therereallywould be no chance of leaving.
“I’ll have some breakfast brought up to you. Please make sure youeat it, Cora, you didn’t have any dinner last night,”I said as I begrudgingly got off the bed and adjusted my cock, hoping the bugle I was sporting wasn’t too obvious.
“I will. Thank you, Daddy,”she replied, snuggling back under thecovers, a contented smile on her face.
It took every ounce of willpower to walk out ofthatsuite and not stripdown to my boxers and cuddle up next to her.
The morning dragged. The first candidate was an absolute disaster.We didn’tevenmake it halfway through the interview before Laura, my HR rep, gave me the lookthatsaid she’d heard enough.
But it was probably a good job the interview was a car wreck, mymind was firmly on the beautiful girl locked away in our suite. With time to spare until the next candidate arrived, I made a few calls and called in some favors, intent on arranging a date night for Cora.
Once everything was in place, I made one final call.
“Why are you ringing my wife, fuckface?”Nash huffed down thephone.
I rolled my eyes. I should have known the possessive asshole wouldhave answered Sav’s phone.
“Justseeing if she’s come to her senses and wants to declare herundying love for me,”I replied, unable to resist the opportunity to rattle Nash.
He snorted.“Keep dreaming, asshole. Why would my wife give upGrade A cock for your micropenis?”
“Your obsession with my cock is really unhealthy, you know that, Junior?”
“Give me the phone,”Sav huffed in the background.“Honestly, thepair of you are worse than teenage boys.”
“He started it,”Nash grumbled.
“Hi, Fox,”Sav said, ignoring her petulant husband.
“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better, thanks,”she replied brightly.
“Are you sure it was morning sickness making you ill? I think I’d pukemy guts up every day if I woke up looking at Junior’s face,”I replied, knowing full well the fucker would be listening.
“I heard that, dickhead,” Nash snapped, proving me right.
Sav and I chuckled, only exasperated by Nash cussing me out.
“What’s up?”Sav eventually said, changing the subject when Nashmuttered something about spanking her ass.
“I need a favor. I’m arranging a date night for Cora tonight. Can youget a dress and a pair of shoes sent to her?”
“Of course. How’s she doing?”
I smiled to myself as Cora’s face popped into my head. Her beautiful,happy face, and her eyes filled with affection every time she looked at me.“She’s good. She’s doingreallywell.”
“Oh, Fox. I’m so pleased things have turned out the way they have.For both of you,”Sav said, emotion thick in her tone.“She’s such a lovely girl, and you, well you deserve to be happy.”
She sniffled while I floundered around for something to say. I wasn’tused to Sav being so emotional.“Erm, thanks?”
She chuckled.“Ignore me, these damn pregnancy hormones havegot me tied up in knots. One minute, I’m crying my eyes out, the next minute I want to commit murder.”
“Your husband would make a good victim,”I replied, the onset ofawkwardness vanishing in a beat.
