“Calm down!?” he roared. “Cat. Your father has helped me build my career from the ground up. I was no one before him. I talked a good game and was just waiting, hoping…praying for someone like him to give me a chance.”
“Okay, okay,” I groaned. “I got it. He’s fine. He just gave me a big speech about how proud he is of me. Believe it or not…not everything has to do with you, you know? He’s not on to that blip from the other night.”
“Blip?” his face scrunched up.
“You’re impossible,” I groaned. “One minute, you think I’m making too big of a deal out of it. The next, I’m not making it big enough of a deal! What the hell do you want from me!? If anyone’s going to mess this whole thing up…it’s not me, or us, or my father. It’s you.”
With that, I stormed out of the office. I couldn’t stand to be around him anymore. I managed to find enough paperwork and research to keep myself busy for the rest of the day, but I was still tense by the time I made it home.
It would have been a great time to come home to a loving, adoring fiance. But of course…he was pissed at me too, which didn’t help my tension one bit.
“You said you’d call or text when you were going to be this late,” he barked from the kitchen table. The typical empty takeout boxes were still scattered around him as he flipped through the paper.
“I lost track of time,” I defended, and this time it was true.
“Is this how it’s going to be?” he asked, shooting his eyes over his shoulder at me with a disapproving glare.
Oh boy, here we go. I knew the exact lecture I was about to get, because I had been at the brunt of it quite a few times before.
Drew wanted to settle down, get married, and have kids. We were the same age, but he had managed to accomplish a lot more during his life because of his chosen field and because his goals were, in my opinion, not set too high.
But my career was only just beginning. I was in no place to start playing wife and mother, sacrificing everything I wanted for the sake of it. He knew it because I had told him plainly. He insisted we get married anyway. He said he couldn’t live without me. Yet it didn’t stop him from being surprised and angry over everything I had warned him about.
“Yes, this is how it’s going to be,” I defensively reminded him once again. “At least for a while. I’m not where I want to be yet. I have different priorities. If you want someone who’s going to be at home waiting for you every evening, or someone who you never have to wait on…then maybe you better find someone else. Because it’s not going to be me any time soon.”
I saw a hard lump slide down his throat. He slammed the paper down to the table, then screeched his chair across the floor as he stood up.
“Maybe I’ll do just that. Find someone else,” his voice cracked.
Suddenly, I realized…This was not going to be just another one of our fights. This was the fight. The one to end them all.
9
Jordan
My hands gripped the edge of my desk as I thought about the vixen who was the reason I hadn’t been able to get any sleep the night before. How was I supposed to get anything done when she was constantly on my mind?
I was supposed to be looking over the spreadsheets, but how was that going to be possible? Instead, my mind was wandering to the wildly vivid dream that I’d had about a certain redhead the night before.
“Harder,” she screamed, as my hands gripped her waist, so tightly that I knew she would be bearing my marks the next day. Her fingers were gripping the desk so hard that I could have sworn that I saw it splinter. But the desk was the least of my concern.
Fucking Cat was a feeling that was basically indescribable. But beyond that it was addicting. And, as I plowed into her, the loud gasps that were escaping her plump, pink lips fueled me on. I wanted them loud, just for me. I wanted the entire world to hear how much pleasure I was giving this woman.
“Jordan, yes!” she screamed, and I withdrew from her hot little hole. Which was much easier said than done. “What do you think you’re doing!” she growled at me, which wasn’t surprising, considering how sassy she tended to be. She really was different from other women I’d been with, in the past.
“Whatever I want,” I answered her and flipped her body so that she was facing me. Her little eyebrows were knitted together, in frustration, and the worst part was that I found it cute. Why was everything about this woman so damn attractive? If she was ugly then I wouldn’t have these feelings.
I gripped her hips and plunged my dick back inside of her. Cat hadn’t been expecting it and threw her head back, as a loud moan left from between her lips. Her perky breasts were rising and falling in time with her deep and uneven breaths. She was breathing so heavily, and I liked that. I was giving her a workout. Just as I should have been.
My pounding was relentless, but I knew it wasn’t hurting her. Cat’s screams were too loud. Without a doubt in my mind, I knew I was the best fuck that she’d ever had. It wasn’t me being cocky or arrogant. It was me simply stating the facts.
She moved her hands to my hair and pulled on it, without a care of whether or not it was hurting me. Thankfully it wasn’t, although I doubted that I would have cared even if it had. To get her back,
