Chapter 121: FEELINGS
Finnegan
What would it take to get my mother on a vacation to the Bahamas or Jeju Island just so she wouldn’t be around to fuck around with my nerves?
"You signed
up for a seminar without asking ?" I bit into the phone, gripping the device so tightly I could hear it creak under the pressure.
"I signed you up because you would have said no." Mother’s voice breezed through the car’s speaker with all the pride in the world.
"And then you would have missed an excellent opportunity because you are, when it cos to your schedule, deeply stubborn, Finnegan."
Yeah, I liked having so semblance of order in my life, screw
for that. My lips twisted in a cynical smile.
I was already in the car to the private hangar anyway,ready to fly my ass to Japan because my mother already signed
up for a fucking seminar to give speeches.
"You’re going to keynote a seminar that three hundred of the most influential nas in the automobile industry will attend. You can’t deny it’s a good opportunity,"
Connor sat in the driver seat, navigating through the evening traffic with a focused look on his face, which tonight I was grateful for because it ant he wasn’t talking.
The private airport was forty minutes away but it was going to be longer with my mother ranting on the damned phone.
I couldn’t say no to her when she sprung this up on
suddenly. I was going to see Abigail instead.
"When I gave the speech in Denver," She spat. "You were furious."
"I was prepared to give that speech. I had travelled down, Mother, this is not the sa as then. And now you’ve signed
up for three days abroad without consulting
and I’m supposed to be grateful?"
"Must you be so ungrateful about everything?" Her voice climbed higher. "I am trying to help you. I have always tried to help you. Your father never complained when I helped and neither did Devin!"
You’re suffocating , Mother. You’re pressing and choking the life out of .
My teeth grinded against each other as I bit back the words and grumbled instead. "I’ll call you when I land."
"Finnegan-"
"Good night, Mother."
The call ended with a beep. With a groan I dropped my head against the headrest, fighting the urge to tell Connor to turn the damn car around, screw going to Japan just because she wanted
to.
Abigail would handle my schedule until I got back. I could trust her to do that. She would make the right calls, ask the right questions and redirect the things that needed redirecting to .
Heat surged through
at the mories of her in my penthouse last night. The mories of us together.
God it had been insane. My cock rapidly hardened at the thought of her wet silky cunt gripping my shaft. It had taken everything, every single ounce of
to pull out to get a condom.
I shouldn’t be fucking anyone without one but the feel of her bare pussy gripping my dick was heaven.
She was heaven.
I had been planning to call her tonight, asking if she wanted to et up. It was a bloody Saturday after all and if things were the sa as the past few months, she would be at the club, tied up and completely at my rcy.
Hog tied with those pretty blue eyes rolling in pleasure while I fed her every inch of my cock, her spit running down my shaft in waves-
"Shit," I groaned, adjusting my pants.
I had left the penthouse that night because I needed air. Her scent was everywhere, her skin was still warm and flushed, my cum mapping her full milky tits.
She had looked at
with those blue eyes in the kitchen and sothing in my chest had lurched so hard I didn’t trust what would co out of my mouth if I stayed.
When I ca back she was gone. The chicken was in the freezer in containers and she left a note on the dresser in her cursive handwriting.
I hated cursive in high school so bad and had never been a fan of those kind of handwriting but Abigail’s note sat pretty in the drawer of my bedside table.
Connor turned onto the airport road and I pulled up my phone. The folder of photographs from Matt, sat where I’d put them. I opened it to see the images of Red.
The blurry airport picture showed first. Then the clearer ones. Her gorgeous face in the light, blue eyes that could suck the soul right out of man. The dark red hair catching the light.
A smile pulled at the corner of my mouth.
The sa woman. It had always been the sa woman, sitting across from
every morning with her tablet and her sharp terrorizing mouth.
Only one woman had made my blood burn in years and it was her, God it was her all along.
I couldn’t possibly think going back to being Boss and employee strictly would work.
I pinned for her, I ached for her, I had tasted, touched and fucked her and like a drug, the hits weren’t enough and not they were simply addicting.
I had to be careful. I locked the phone and looked at the runway lights coming into view ahead.
If this got out, the press and my company’s board mbers would have a field day. Victoria’s lawyers, those vultures were already circling for exactly this kind of leverage to take half of Wolfe.
I had already emotionally divorced her, all that was left was breaking this farce of a marriage. I was done.
I needed the proof on Victoria first. I would find it and then I could have Abigail in every which way I wanted.
The private jet was waiting on the tarmac when Connor pulled up, its lights blinking against the dark sky.
I got out, straightened my jacket, and stalked toward it. Three days and I would see her again.
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