She was a gorgeous woman working at the Seymour Group, a big media company.
She cared more about her makeup than her meetings with bosses. Even though she followed orders, she dreamed big about moving up in her career, aiming to be more than just a local TV anchor.
Her main goal was to have her own show and prove herself. One day, she got stuck in an elevator with the boss of the Seymour Group. She saw this as a chance to impress him. To her surprise, the boss, who seemed arrogant at first, knew her already.
His playful talk made her wonder if he was just killing time or trying to get closer to her. Little did she know, this meeting would change her life. They not only worked together but also formed a deeper connection that went beyond work.
I stare at the sign outside the gallery as we walk past. Adeline Seymour Showroom. “I didn’t realize there was a museum at the Seymour Center.” The center is quite encompassing in both size and range of attractions. I also hadn’t realized there was a valet and parking garage until Hadrian drove through the entrance.…
“Dad seems to believe so. My uncle Reynard seems to believe the same.” “So he requires you to be here as an extension of himself.” He nods before he answers. “It’s not a verbal requirement. It’s more assumed. We know we’ll be in the doghouse if we don’t attend. I’m sure I’ll face some sort…
He’s such a foundation in my life. I don’t want to doubt him. The mere thought of not being able to trust him makes the ground feel loose under my feet. I shake off my reservations. “I was just headed to the…” I point at the ladies’ restroom. “If you’ll excuse me, I want to…
The word falls out of my mouth without effort. “Yes.” “Yes, it will. I know it will because I’ll be awfully good to this pussy, and a good pussy cries when it’s happy.” I wonder if he knows my pussy is crying now. “I can smell you. You greedy little girl. Smell how much you…
Thankfully, there is a crowd around Irving Seymour, and even though Hadrian pushes his way to the front of the circle, I imagine I’ll have a minute to get myself together while conversation wraps up. Except I’m wrong. “There you are, Hadrian.” Irving talks over the man at his side who does not look like…
He gestures for me to get into the car, ignoring my attempt to correct his assumption. “Get in.” I don’t budge. “I wasn’t thinking about myself, Hadrian. Really, I wasn’t.” He doesn’t say anything for several seconds. “I think, if I continue to make decisions that are good for SNC, that my job is probably…
Work first. You’ll have to wait. Then I turn my phone on silent and throw it in the shoulder bag at my feet. Too bad if Hadrian’s not happy. I can’t sacrifice the commitment I give to a job that I already have for a vague promise of a job that I don’t. Thirty minutes…
“One man with the last name Seymour,” I admit. “And nervous is not the word I’d use to describe how he makes me feel.” “Understood,” he says, but he can’t understand. Because I don’t understand, not truly. I understand that I’m currently pissed as all get out, but underneath that there is a swarm of…
“Like I deserve to be here?” The question escapes before I have a chance to rein it in. He doesn’t need to know how this whole arrangement has fed into my insecurities. “You’ve always deserved to be there.” I hear a but coming. “But I haven’t earned it,” I say, guessing. His smile is slow…
And yet I’m still unbearably turned on. “I can see those wheels turning, Brystin. See those doubts in your pretty blue eyes. I can promise this is just for me. It probably won’t lessen your concerns since you don’t trust me. But I can tell you that it very much heightens my enjoyment to know…