Strategically Scandalous [18+]

4 - The Heartbreak

Trigger Warning; a bit of "roughness" between two characters at the end of the chapter...
   

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I woke up from a deep slumber late the next morning. I barely had time to shower and get dressed that Amina was already knocking at my door, excited to hear about my night surrounded by wealthy people that regularly made the front page of the tacky tabloids she read but when she saw the expression on my face, hers fell too. 

 I didn't have the heart to boast about how glamorous and classy the gala was. I didn't feel like telling her about how I had shook more hands while being introduced as Daniel's plus one than I ever had as  just me; Mary Morgan. And most of all, I couldn't bring myself to say a word about the way my boss had kissed me, still unsure whether it was real or not.

If it wasn't a dream. If it had really happened. I couldn't remember who had initiated the kiss, and I was worried about being the one who did the first move. I didn't want to lose my job over this. I didn't want Dorian to ask me if I understood the contract correctly again, even if I had just infringed on it once more.

I did try to make Amina happy by sharing some basic things about my night out, but no matter what I talked about, my mind immediately wandered back to Dorian Ward.

The champagne I drank reminded me of the whiskey on his breath. The classy quartet reminded me of the sweet tune I had heard glimpses of while out on the balcony. The way Daniel had guided me through the crowd with his hand on my waist reminded me of the heat and the tingles I had felt from feeling Dorian's hands on my hips a moment later...

And that kiss. That kiss was all my mind seemed to be able to think about. It was like a recurring fever dream at this point, my heart hammering in my chest every time I thought about it, as if it was happening all over again.

I was confused, maybe a bit ashamed that it had happened... But a  part of me was also dying to do it again. To touch him again. To kiss him again.

If he hadn't stopped himself and walked away, I wasn't sure how far things would have gone. Probably not as far as I had wanted, the balcony with the city on one side and the gala on the other, not to mention the waiters on their break just around the corner, offered too little intimacy for what was on my mind. Yet I couldn't stop thinking, imagining, how it would have unfolded.

As Amina finally left my room, I turned around to take a look at the only piece of evidence I had that that moment between me and the CEO wasn't all in my head; his suit jacket that I had carefully placed over my desk's chair. It still smelled of his perfume, the hints of it that I had caught during the night nurturing my feverish dreams, making me almost feel his presence in my room as I lied down on top of my covers and my hand wandered down my chest for probably the hundredth time since I had made it back home from the gala.

His eyes were haunting me every time I closed mine. I felt observed, deeply analyzed by them but yet I was longing to meet them again. My hand gently hovered over my hip and my thigh, but it was frustratingly not the same as what his hand felt like. His heat and his strength missing.

I sighed, my fingers tracing my lips where they had touched his. It had barely been a few hours and all that had happened was a kiss, but my body was still aching for more. For him.

I let my hand slip under the fabric of my jogger pants, relieved and desperate at the same time as my fingers started moving between my legs, trying to mimic a pressure and a passion that I knew I just couldn't get right.

Images of my boss in his suit at the gala quickly flooded my mind as I reminisced about what his body pressed against mine had felt like. I could practically see the intensity in his gaze as I imagined him watching me, wanting me, while my fingers picked up the pace and pressed against my center even harder.