Page 26 of The Revenge Plan

“Look.”

I did, and watched as he tortured my pussy with his aching pace. I moaned in frustration. He chuckled and took my lips for another kiss. His pace increased little by little. His thrusts became more frantic as he pushed me to the edge. I was aware of nothing else but him. My pussy tightened around his cock and the wash of ecstasy came over me as I milked his cock. He came soon after me.

We both crumbled to the floor with me on top of him. Even though this was the first time in a long time, I had had sex, this felt like nothing I had experienced before. My world felt rocked and that is all I wanted to focus on right now. How good it felt and not who had brought that pleasure.

“Hailey,” he said after a while.

“Don’t say anything stupid.” I could bear to hear another retort from him now that he had gotten what he wanted out of me.

“Let’s do it again.”

I lifted myself against his chest to look at him. He was serious. I bent down and kissed him.

14

The Thursday meeting was as boring as any Thursday meeting could get. It was the weekly meeting that Rachel wanted us all to attend and Stacey kept going on and on about the logistics report which I barely listened to because one thing occupied my mind. France. And the sex we had towards the end of the trip. It was as if a geyser had opened and we both let go of all the pent up feelings we both had of each other. We had made love, no, had sex like rabbits, enjoying the pleasures of each other’s bodies without thought of consequences or what it meant. Then, as quickly as it was opened, the geyser closed.

After coming back from the trip, everything went back to normal. Well, our normal of not talking to each other. We hadn’t spoken a word to each other throughout the entire trip back and the week since. Whatever was in the air in Paris wasn’t there in New York. Sometimes, I felt like I had hallucinated the entire thing.

Rachel, suddenly cleared her throat, jolting me out of my reverie. “Thank you for thatexhaustivereport, Stacey,” she said to Stacey, who I’m sure she cut-off mid-sentence, “you can forward the rest in an email.” Rachel then clasped her hands and said, “Now on to new business.” She sounded like she had been itching to get on the topic the entire meeting. “We’ve recently found a new and dare I say generous donor.” Murmurs went around the meeting room. Even I perked up. I nudged Alicia, “what do you think it’s about?”

“What?” She croaked as she opened her eyes.

“The donor?” Alicia never got to answer. After a long deliberate pause to drum up suspense, Rachel announced, “Thanks to the efforts of Alicia and dare I say a certain someone among us,” her eyes went to me. Oh, oh, “KMVH wants to become a regular donor to our cause.”

My pulse increased a little. Caiden’s company was becoming a donor. I glared at Alicia. “Sorry” she said, “I had to take the opportunity when I saw it. They were receptive to our cause.” I still couldn’t believe that she would do it. But Alicia was a good fundraiser. She had pulled in donors recently that we could not get in a long time. I couldn’t fault her for getting a big donor such as KMVH. “Also, they’ll be coming to our offices tomorrow.”

No. No. No.

“I want us all to be on our bes…” I didn’t hear the rest. My gaze went to Alicia, who was now laughing at the panic no doubt plastered on my face.

“Oh my god, chill!”

“Sure,” I said as Alicia got up as soon as we adjourned the meeting. Everyone was getting back to their places, and I followed Alicia’s as we went back to our office.

“Rachel probably thinks it’s all thanks to you.”

My eyes widened and Alicia laughed again, “You should see your face! That’s what you get for not telling your husband what you do for a living. You would think you worked the pole the way you hide it.”

“It’s not that difficult. We rarely see each other.”

We both got into our office and as she was hopping back into her chair she asked, “what I don’t get is, why you keep hiding it from him.”

“How many times have I told you he hates me? He blames me for the death of his brother.”

Alicia’s blank stare seemed to say, ‘So?’

“If he finds out that I’m working here, he will do everything to destroy our little charity.”

She smirked, “No one’s that evil. Look, he’s even donating to our cause.”

“You don’t know him the way I do. What he did to my father was ruthless. I mean he deserved it but.” A realization hit me, “Oh fuck. What if. What if he already knows, and this is his way of trying to get at us?”

“By giving us more money? I think you’re being a little paranoid there.” I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down, but it was not working. Somehow, I had to make sure that he wouldn’t find out. Maybe I could take a day off. That might work. But then again, “Does he know I work here?”

“I don’t know. Probably doesn’t. I doubt he’s aware of anything beyond it as a line item of one of the many charities his company donates to. Besides, it’s the social responsibility team that would be coming.”

I threw a pen at her. It clattered down to the floor next to her, “Way to bury the lede, Alicia! You should’ve told me that earlier.”

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