Chapter 96 – Pleasing the Boss

Maybe, I trust him after all, because although I’m nervous about his answer, I’m not so scared that I didn’t ask.

“It was. Yes. Definitely. You discovered what I’d done, and that didn’t sit well with you, but there were other factors at play as well. I, uh, ironically, fell in love with you in the process of creating the façade. Which created an uncomfortable situation,” he briefly looks directly at the camera, “as anyone can imagine,” then returns his gaze to mine. “Especially since you were married, and your husband is the producer of the show. Under all those circumstances, it felt unreasonable to require you to see out your contract.”

Tears prick my eyes. Shiloh almost always uses waterproof mascara, but I’d really rather not cry on camera. “Thank you, Hadrian. For sharing that.”

Then, because I’m starting to lose my composure, I blurt out, “I’m in the process of getting divorced, by the way.” And as long as I’ve started going off the interviewer rails, I might as well go all the way. “Did you really just admit to all the world that you’re in love with me?”

He said it before, at Shiloh’s house when he proposed, but I had to put everything he said that night into a box, and tuck it away deep inside me with a sign that says do not open or risk heartbreak.

“Yes, Brystin Shaw. I am completely and utterly in love with you, and not only will I not benefit from ratings for saying that, or for being here, I also might very well get fired and will face the wrath of my father forever, and I don’t even f**king care. That’s how much I love you.”

And then I’m in his lap, with my arms wr*pped around his neck and my mouth on his, cameras be damned, because I completely and utterly am in love with him too.

Brystin POV

It’s another hour before we’re officially done with the interview. My makeup had to be reapplied to cover the happy tears, and Hadrian had l*pstick everywhere, including his collar, but after we were cleaned up, we were able to do a far less emotional wr*p-up.

As soon as the director calls it, I tug Hadrian with me to my dressing room, intending to make out with him like a teenager on prom night, only Jessa is waiting there for us.

“You know, I don’t have to ask your permission to let that air as is, but we’re friends, so I’m asking.” She turns to Hadrian who is busy texting someone. “Not you. Brystin. I don’t give a shit about your opinion.”

He looks up from his phone and raises his hands in surrender. “No offense taken.”

“Too bad. I really meant it to be offensive.” She smiles, though, and I know that most of their animosity is play acting.

“I don’t want special treatment,” I say. “Air it as is, edit it, whatever you think is best.” Jessa is amazing, and I honestly trust her, but really, the only thing I care about at the moment is getting my man alone.

“Thank you. Will do.” She starts to leave, but stops in the doorway. “These walls are paper thin, by the way.”

Apparently, she can read minds too.

I prepare myself to be quiet.

“No way.” I swear Hadrian is in my brain. “I want you screaming. I already texted the driver. It should be here by the time we get to the street.”

I open my mouth to say okay, but he beats me to speaking. “If you want to leave with me, that is.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m leaving with you.” Did he not get the hint when I jumped in his lap and threw my arms around him? “I thought it was kind of obvious that I’m yours.”

“Are you?” He closes in on me, trapping me at the makeup counter, and I’m not clairvoyant, but I can totally foresee how this will go if I don’t call timeout right the f**k now.

“How about we focus on getting out of here, and then we can discuss it further.” Preferably without clothes on. And then possibly again, with clothes on, so that I’m not so distracted.

“Good call.”

I gather my things into my shoulder bag, and like an infatuated schoolboy, he carries it for me as we walk outside. And because he’s a Seymour, and the heavens work in his favor, the car pulls up just as we get to the curb.

Hadrian must have given instructions via text, because the driver doesn’t ask questions, and as soon as the door is closed behind us, he hits the b**ton to make the privacy window opaque.

Then, he’s on me.

He pivots me so my back is against the door and my ass is p**ssed against the partition bet**en us. Kneeling in his own seat, he undoes the snap on my slacks and lifts me so he can remove them. “These need off. Now.”

“Yes, yes.”

Too impatient to bother with my pa**ies, he pushes the fabric aside and hoists my h*ps up, bringing my p**sy to his mouth.

“Oh, f**k yes.” I wr*p my legs around his head and pray that it’s a smooth ride because Hadrian is in a precarious position, and oh my God, that thing he’s doing with his t***ue…

Seconds later, my orgasm hits me, and now I’m praying that the divider bet**en the front and the back of the car is soundproof because the noises coming out of my mouth are animalistic.

Hadrian pauses only to say one thing. “I said I want you screaming.”

Then he returns to his task, adding his teeth this time and even more t***ue, but it’s not until he sl*ps his thumb past the tight ring of my asshole that I really see stars.

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