Chapter 43 The Kings move
Melissa’s POV
The sting of the slap radiated across my cheek, hot and humiliating. Tears streamed down my face as the room erupted into chaos around me.
“That’s completely inappropriate…”
“Someone call HR…”
“She deserved it, stealing from the company…”
I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred as shame and confusion crashed over me in waves.
Then I heard the scrape of a chair against the floor.
Gavin stood.
The room fell silent instantly, as if someone had pressed mute on the entire world.
He walked toward me with measured steps, his expression still unreadable. Cold. Detached.
Cassandra’s lips curved into the faintest smile, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
Gavin reached into his pocket.
And then…
Pleasure. Sharp, sudden, and overwhelming pleasure crashed through me without warning. The toy roared to life at full intensity, vibrating so powerfully I gasped and grabbed the edge of the table to keep my body from collapsing.
My thighs clenched. My whole body tensed.
No. No, not now. Not here.
I tried to keep my face neutral, tried to breathe normally, but the sensation was too much and too intense. Confusion and pleasure coursed through me in equal measure, making my vision swim.
Why? Why was he doing this now?
Gavin walked past me without a glance, his footsteps steady and deliberate.
He stopped in front of the woman who’d slapped me.
She stood frozen, her hand still raised slightly, her face flushed with righteous anger.
Then Gavin smiled.
It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t kind. It was the smile of a predator who’d just cornered his prey.
The room collectively gasped.
“You hit my employee,” he said quietly.
His hand reached out, almost gently, and took hers.
The woman’s expression shifted from anger to confusion to sudden, dawning terror.
Then there was a sound.A crack. Sharp and sickening.
A scream tore through the conference room…high, piercing, and agonized scream.
The woman crumpled to her knees, clutching her hand to her chest. Her fingers bent at an unnatural angle, the bones clearly broken.
No one had seen exactly what happened. His hand had moved too quickly, too precisely.
But everyone saw the result.
“Marcus.” Gavin’s voice was calm as he walked back to his seat, stepping over the sobbing woman without a second glance. “Call security. Have Mrs. Patterson escorted out. And send her termination paperwork to HR.”
Marcus stood. “Already on it sir.”
Marcus typed something on his phone elegantly, not bothering to hide his smile.
Gavin sat back down in his chair, perfectly composed, and looked around the table. “Does anyone else want to put their hands on my staff?”
Silence.
“Good.” He turned to Marcus. “Bring my file.”
Marcus nodded, still looking shell-shocked, and hurried out of the room.
Cassandra’s smug expression had faltered slightly, confusion flickering across her features.
The woman on the floor continued to sob, cradling her broken hand.
And I stood there, gripping the table, my body still trembling from the toy that Gavin mercifully turned off as Marcus returned carrying a thick manila folder.
“Sir.” Marcus placed the folder in front of Gavin, then moved to the projector controls.
Gavin opened the folder, pulled out a USB drive, and handed it to Marcus without a word.
Marcus inserted it into the laptop connected to the projector.
The screen flickered to life.
And everyone’s attention shifted from the sobbing woman to the wall.
Whatever was about to be revealed, I had a feeling everything was about to change.
The projector hummed to life, casting a bright rectangle of light onto the wall.
It was security footage.
Black and white. Time-stamped and crystal clear.
The image showed an office…Cassandra’s office, I realized, recognizing the distinctive glass desk and the artwork on the wall.
Cassandra sat at her desk, but she wasn’t alone.
A man stood across from her. Tall, well-dressed, and he had his back to the camera.
The timestamp read three weeks ago. Late evening.
Gavin leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “Marcus, turn up the volume.”
Marcus turned on the controls. Audio crackled through the speakers.
“…sure this will work?” The man’s voice was muffled but audible.
“Positive.” Cassandra’s voice came through clearly. “I’ve been planting the invoices on her computer for two weeks now. She has no idea.”
My blood ran cold.
Around the table, people leaned forward, eyes fixed on the screen.
“And you’re certain it can’t be traced back to you?” the man asked.
“I used her login credentials. Her authorization codes. Everything points directly to her.” Cassandra smiled on the screen. “By the time IT finishes their investigation, she’ll be facing criminal charges.”
“What about Cross? Won’t he protect her?”
Cassandra laughed. “That’s the beauty of it. He can’t protect her without looking weak. And even if he tries, the evidence is overwhelming. She’s finished either way.”
The man shifted. “And my payment?”
“Once she’s removed, you’ll receive everything we agreed upon.” Cassandra stood, walking around her desk. “Trust me, this is foolproof. By next week, Melissa Hart Spenser will be out of this company and possibly in jail. And I’ll have Gavin exactly where I want him.”
The footage continued, showing Cassandra handing the man an envelope. Their conversation shifted to logistics, timelines, backup plans.
I couldn’t hear most of it.
Because the toy had started again.
It was low at first. A gentle hum that made my breath catch.
Then stronger.
My hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stay silent, trying to keep my face neutral.
But the vibration intensified. I was having mini orgasms struggling to keep my moan silent.
Around me, people were reacting to the footage. Gasps. Murmurs of shock and outrage.
“Oh my God…”
“She set her up…”
“This is insane…”
But I couldn’t focus on their words. Couldn’t focus on anything except the mounting pressure building inside me.
Not here. Not now. Please not now.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to suppress the sensation, but it only made it worse. Can’t this man at least make me focus on being sad.