The Stranger Behind Chapter 45: THE NOTE

Chapter 45: THE NOTE

Abigail

"Mother,"

Jesus Holy Christ, I was fucked.

I was off the desk before the word finished leaving his mouth, yanking my skirt down while my entire body buzzed and thrumd with liquid fire.

He had already moved so quickly, several steps away from

approaching an elegant old woman who walked into the office ranting on the phone.

"- I told him the Maldives property was a mistake from the beginning and he simply refused to listen, which is exactly the problem with him, he doesn’t freaking listen," Her eyes swept the office once, landed on Finn, moved to

then moved back to Finn. "I’ll call you back."

Wait a minute. Did he just say, Mother?!

She ended the call and dropped her phone into a bag, her silver grey hair pulled up into a sleek burn. She was tall, angular, dressed in a white, winter suit that accentuated her curves . Her face was striking and cold, and her eyes were the sa shade as Finnegan’s. But she was extrely beautiful.

"Why does the building look like a pig sty? There was dust everywhere, Finnegan. Is this how you run the corporation?"

I blinked rapidly,trying to process what in the matrix was going on. There was no hello, good morning or even a nod in greeting. I glanced at him but his face remained cold and passive. And that was an exaggeration, I could hardly notice the dust she was talking about.

"I was not aware you were coming, Mother,"

"So you would have cleaned the company ahead?" She scoffed, storming towards his desk and curled her lips in disgust at the scattered papers on them from when he had bent

over the desk.

And almost slipped his fingers into my pussy.

My face flushed even redder. I had wanted that so bad. Her eyes flitted to

again. I pasted a smile on my face, stepped forward and held a hand out.

"Hello Mrs Wolfe, it is a pleasure to et you, I am Abigail Kellerman, Mr Wolfe’s executive assistant,"

The smile on my face froze when she regarded my hand as if it was full of leprosy or so shit like that before she turned back to her son.

What in holy hades was that?

"I saw in the briefing you sent

that Senator Allan just agreed to make a pre order for the VTD engine. Why did you take so long to convince him? Your father would have had him on board from day one."

Okay, maybe I was getting sothing wrong here. I waited for my ruthless boss to say sothing snarky about her minding her business or sothing along that line but all he did was remain quiet.

"I don’t know what to do with you, you’re going to ruin Wolfe Corp at this rate,"

Uh, excuse ? No he wasn’t.

If anything from the trends I had studied, he had brought this company to unreachable height. How was it that the whole world knew this but his mother did not?

"I also need to discuss the Milan branch before the end of the week so clear your Thursday." She ordered.

"I have a eting with Fontaine on Thursday, Mother,"

"Move it."

His jaw tightened. "I’ll see what I can do-"

"Finnegan." She snapped.

Oh, I saw it now. Holy shit, the person behind his perfectionist complex was his mother?

She must have set so many impossible standards and turned him into this relentless brute who demanded perfection. He had just fired poor Mr Johnson over cleaning and it was the very first thing his mother had lashed at him about.

My gaze moved back to my boss. He looked so still, you would think he was a sculpted statue. She had built that. She had built this nerve wracking, arrogant, perfectionist, for whom nothing could ever please.

"And will you tell the girl to leave already or shall I?" His mother’s voice snapped

back to reality, "I don’t see why she’s hovering above us like so sort of ghost,"

Girl?

I glanced around the room to see if there was another girl she was referring to because it sure as hell could not be . Unfortunately for her, it was

and luckily for , I had a PHD in dealing with snobbish bitches.

"My na is Abigail," I bit out in a sugary voice. "I am neither a girl nor a ghost but I understand how you could have confused

for one Mrs Wolfe. Perhaps I could schedule you a eting with the ophthalmologist?"

Her brows shot up in surprise, her eyes widening a fraction before narrowing into a squint.

Through my side view, I noticed Finnegan’s jaw clenched. "You may leave, Miss Kellerman,"

"If you need anything, I’ll be at my desk, Boss," I tipped my head slightly at the green-eyed Witch narrowing her gaze at

and turned to leave.

"Clear my Thursday as well," He called behind

and I gritted my teeth in anger.

I understood respecting the parents and all. I loved my emaw and Gramps and they loved

too. I knew what love was and it was definitely not what Mrs Wolfe had for her son. Why? What happened between them?

I threw one last look over my shoulder once I reached the door, hoping to catch those dark green eyes. He didn’t glance my way and instead led his mother to sit. I pushed through the door, placed a hand over my chest then gave a silent scream of excitent.

Finnegan Wolfe had spanked

as Finnegan and not as Ares! What a glorious day, indeed.

The rest of the day was dreadfully unexciting afterwards. Mrs Wolfe left after two hours and if I thought Finnegan had a foul temper this morning, it got even worse for the rest of the day.

He didn’t even spare

a glance even when he was giving

orders or during the etings with the PR team where Alicia was practically slobbering all over him.

As if his hand had not been between my thighs, touching , teasing .

By the close of work at 5pm, he was gone and I was trudging through the parking lot cursing him in my head. How could he be so cold and unfeeling? He couldn’t say he hadn’t wanted to touch , I knew he wanted to.

God, it took everything not to scream in his face that I was the woman he fucked her brains out last night, there’s no need to be all cold and aloof over a small spanking.

I grabbed the door handle to my car when sothing touched the back of my knee.

A boy, seven, maybe eight years was looking up at , holding up a piece of paper.

"Hi honey," I crouched to his level. "Are you lost?"

He shook his head, his black, damp locks swishing with the movent as he extended the paper further before pointing behind him. "That man said to give you,"

My eyes narrowed in the direction he pointed to. There was nobody there.

"What man, buddy-"

The kid took off, his small footsteps fading as he moved down the parking lot.

What in the world?

I rose slowly, unfolding the paper in my hand.

A gasp tore from my lips.