The Billionaire´s Toy (Last Day) (2 page)

I think, almost with great
certainty, that Jackson set up the group activities and sponsorship events. In fact, he was  probably the one who wrote the contract. It was probably Jackson’s idea.  They both went to college and Jackson has always helped Carson out whenever it was needed.  Jackson got a scholarship to go to college, NYU.  Whereas Carson´s family have enough money to
buy
NYU.

***

I was just about to grab my coat and leave when I had a text that said,
Put your coat down, I´m coming. 
I looked around the office. I didn’t understand how he knew I had my coat if he wasn’t there.  Then, I remembered the rumor about the secret cameras in the office.  Well, around his office in particular, so I gathered he was watching me.

I got another text saying,
I´ll be there soon, so wait
.  He sent another telling me to wait in his chair in his office and to make sure I didn’t take my coat.  I did that and he walked into the office like a ghost.  I hardly heard him.  The contract was already on his desk, I left it there before I got his text.

When he entered the room, he said, “Good, you signed it.” He sat down and faced me. The next thing I knew the lights were off and the door had slammed shut.  The shutters seemed to go down at the same time.

At first I was nervous; I thought that something was wrong with the building.  Maybe it was a drill to stop a thief in the building, then it hit home: it was him.  He was going to do what he had promised to do.

“Once you sign this, I will change your life forever
.”

One thing I had learnt after working for him for nearly a
year, was that he was a man of his word.  If he said he was going to change my life, that’s what he was going to do. That is why he had been so successful. He was not a man to mess with.

So why do I want to fool around with him?

I don´t want to fool around with him, I told myself.  I had been watching him, smelling him and — in my dreams — tasting and touching him for far too long.  The sexual urges wouldn’t leave and I admitted defeat — I didn’t want them to leave. I needed him all over me, every single moment of the day.  Anytime, anyplace, anywhere. I needed him to be mine.

I recalled the time he had an invitation to go to the Spring Ball and he took Zoe Briggs with him as his date.  I made it known that I wasn’t happy about it.  He said he had an idea on how we could change the situation. But, for now he doesn’t date his employees. I was no longer his employee.  At that moment I understood what his idea was and why he had made the contract. I just hoped it was worth the wait, it felt like I’d been waiting a lifetime.

Chapter 2

His hands entwined with mine. I  felt something being wrapped around them, something soft that caressed my skin. He was tying my hands, I knew it then but w
hy couldn’t I speak? Why couldn’t I tell him to stop? Why was I letting him do what he wanted to do?

Part of me wanted him to take charge, to take control of the situation like he always did. He was a stern man, with the most beautiful green eyes. When he closed those eyes and when he squinted through them, you knew he meant business.

I imagined his eyes fixed on me, wanting me and longing for me and that thought turned me on.  I wanted him to. I was nervous about it, but I was ready to give myself up for him. Anything he wanted to do, I wouldn’t resist.  That’s what we had agreed in the contract.

He began to remove my
heeled shoes one by one, carefully stroking my leg as he did so.

When he finished he rested my bare feet on the carpet. His hands began to work up the inside of dress, towards my underwear. I tried to concentrate on what he was doing down there, on his hands. His fingers were peeling away at either my tights or my underwear. I wanted to ask him war he was doing, but I still couldn’t speak. Talking would change the mood, would scare him off. I was curious —
too
Goddamn curious — about where he was going and what he was going to do next.

I shifted my weight from side to side to help him take it off. I realized, as his hands shifted up my dress, that he had removed both my underwear and my tights.  As I shifted, he slipped them off my feet. I heard him sniff them,
inhale
them. He smelled my pussy. I wished that I could see him doing it, I wished that I could watch.

What does this mean?

Are we going to have sex?

If so, then why all the dramatics?

I could feel something cold running up the inside of both my thighs.

I couldn’t see a thing. He really had thought of everything.  Not a hole or a
gap, that would be wishful thinking. He had it on so secure and it was tight. I couldn’t see a thing.

I didn’t know what was going to happen, I should have been scared, I should have tried to escape, but instead I opened my legs wider.  I wanted to feel the chill,
as it is going up and down my thighs.

Hmmm, it feels so good.

I could hear him breathing heavily, watching my body respond to his touch.

I started to straighten out my legs, so that he could roll — what I could only imagine to be ice —in longer strokes on in the inside of my legs.

It was making me wet in more ways than one. My juices were overflowing as I arched my back and sunk it into the leather armchair.  With the smell of leather and the cold chills in between my leg, I started to relax more.

I lifted my legs in the air, ever so slightly so that he didn’t stop. As he rolled the ice he moved near my pussy but then, as he got close, he moves the ice away.

Hmmm this is nice.

I licked my lips, amazed that he was avoiding that area but still turning me on.

He stops for what felt like an age, but was probably just a few seconds. He picked up something different to use on me.  It wasn’t ice, it feels like a rabbit, but it was cold. 

Holy crap, it´s too cold!

I shook my head and shivered. He started to hum quietly, which indicated that he was enjoying himself. He liked the way that I was reacting to it.  I heard his encouragement, then I lifted my legs up again, ever so slightly so that he could continue to rub it up and down the inside of my legs
—  one at a time now.

I was getting very wet. I felt like my juices were pouring out.  This had been worth waiting for, I though as
my  mind cast back to when he kissed me at the Office Party. There was so much tension in that kiss. I had tasted it inside his mouth and I felt the warmth of his lips on the back of my neck. I needed so much more. He had offered it on the condition that I no longer worked for him, which I no longer did.

“Say you want me,” he whispered in my face.  He was breathing on my face and using his hands to go up and down my thighs.  I continued to arch my back deeper into the chair.

I was scared, but at the same time excited about what he would do next. 

“Of course I do, that’s why I’m here.”

“Enough, I don’t want to hear you speak,” he said sternly. “I only want to hear you moan.”

What the fuck?

I thought that was odd, but before I could react I felt something over my mouth.  It was like a soft scarf held tightly at the back of my head. 
 

Are
you really doing this?

Silly question, it was far too late to confess or turn back the clock.

Chapter 3

What did I sign?

I was a secretary, used to studying details and finding out what the small print
meant., so how had I missed this?

I thought aback to the night when he gave it to me.

“Sign, this contract and you will be free as far as we´re concerned,” he had told me. as we ate dinner together. “ We can act like a normal couple.”  Carson passed me what looked like a loan contract.  I shook my head, because I never realized that was what he wanted from me. I misunderstood.  He realized as soon as he saw the frown on my face.  I was never very good at hiding my emotions. 

One of my weak points, I hate it!

“
She wears her emotions on her sleeves,” was what my Pops always used to say. He was right.

“We’ll be free to be together.” 

“Sounds heaven, but why an agreement?”

“You need to
resign, we can’t be in a relationship
and
work together, especially not as my employee.”

"Makes sense,” I muttered.

“Obviously, you can’t just stop working completely. You need a job and a wage to survive.”

I had been hoping that he would look after me and I could be a billionaire WAG — or did that only count for footballers? Come on Ali, you sound like an escort.
Seduce the billionaire so you don´t have to work. 

My thoughts were lost and he seemed to sense that.

“Are you listening?”

Of course I wasn’t
listening, I thought that we were on a date.  Then, as he talked about employee and employer, I realized we couldn’t  be on a date, but that signing the agreement means we could be. He went on to explain that I must read it and understand the terms.

I read the terms each and every night, even sometimes at work just to make sure there was no confusion when I signed it after the one-week deadline. The thing that crossed my mind, before he handed me the Bible —  my nickname for the contract as it felt like the bible as determined by Carson Reid — was whether I should quit my job.  I had a years’ experience in one of the top firms in New York.  I knew it wasn’t going to be hard for me to find a
job, I wasn’t the type of person to go from job to job all the time. That was probably the country girl in me.

On resigning, I would be offered a total of three months paid salary — tax free — which would cover me until I found suitable employment through one of the firm’s sister companies.  Once they found suitable employment then I would have to take it up immediately provided the pay was in line with my previous employment.  If the recruitment agency were unable to find suitable employment within that time then I would be offered two months’ pay for each month I was out of work.

If at any time this contract was breeched — such as being leaked to any outside network —  then, all the benefits would be revoked and, if I was liable, I would have to pay all legal fees Though I would have never risked anything like that happening,  especially in my circumstances. I'd had enough people talking about me back home, imagine if they found out about this? I’d never be able to return home.

There were other terminologies which I didn’t fully understand, but his words to me where, “If there is anything you don´t understand, you can ask me or Jackson.”

Of c
ourse, Jackson, he probably wrote the damn thing.

I skimmed through them because I didn’t want him to think I was some dumb blond or couldn’t understand simple terms.  I was supposed to dictate and write documents all day long, if I revealed to him that I didn’t understand certain terminologies he would look at me in a different light. I couldn’t have him do that, it would kill me.  Every part of me would die.  His respect meant so much to me.  Sure, I lusted after him, but I liked to think of him as liking my body and mind. Not just my body.

It made sense to sign the contract, the tension between us had been building up in the office for a while.  The first day I met him I wanted him.  I wasn’t interviewed by him, but by his assistant, Jackson. It felt weird at the time as the employer usually did the interviewing. 

I first met him the third day of work.  I was still unclear what happened to the former employee and every time I asked I received unwelcomed silences from other employees. I tried not to ask too many questions, I couldn’t afford to lose the job having moved to the Big Apple.  It was not a cheap city to live in and I often wondered if I had made the correct decision.

My New York apartment had more people living in it than my whole town back home.  It was such a big city and it was the first time I had been away from home. It was odd that I picked the most unfriendly and most expensive city to move to.  I just needed to get away from home,  to get away from
anywhere
that resembled home.  When I got the job it was like all my dreams were answered.  I had money which meant I could stay, and a job that had so many prospects.
 

Chapter 4

Mama warned me about leaving Kansas to go to New York. She said, “The Big Apple will eat you alive.”

I had lived in the small town of Montezuma for all of my life.  I got fed up of not seeing the outside world and only seeing the same people in church, in the grocery store and in work. We lived in a bubble but I knew there was more to life that I hadn’t seen.  Mama begged me to go to New York on holiday and not to make it my home, but with the events in town it was too late for that. I had to leave.

I wanted to go somewhere where no one cared about me, where no one wanted to know what I was doing or wearing. I wanted to be ignored. Living in Montezuma was unbearable.