Connor POV
"What is wrong with her?" I mumbled, staring at the closed door while trying to figure out why she acted like that. The last time I checked, we were married not because we love each other, and also, we weren't going to be together for long, so what does she care what I do with my life?
"Come on, baby. Let's start from where we stopped," The bitch I was fucking a moment ago said to me, and I turned to see her sitting on my desk and spreading her legs, revealing her dripping wet pink pussy.
I scoffed as I walked over to the desk, pulled out the drawer, and took out one parcel of money, throwing it at her.
"Get dressed and leave. Your service is no longer needed," I said to her, sitting on my chair.
"But..."
"You have thirty seconds to get the hell out of my office if you don't want to be thrown out by the security," I said to her dismissively, and that was all she needed to quickly get dressed and saunter out of my office. Of course, she wouldn't want to risk staying back when I already told her to leave. I wouldn't hesitate to call security to throw her out.
"What was that for? Why would she mess up my dress?" I mumbled, glaring disgustingly at my messed-up white suit.
"Ugh! Janice is so..." I paused and sighed briefly. I ordered a new cloth online, and just when I finished the order, Khan walked inside.
"Hey, man! What happened here?" He asked after he looked around the floor that was littered with coffee.
"Get the cleaner to come to clean the mess up," I said to him instead, ignoring his question. I didn't want his dramatic behavior later.
"Yo! Look at your cloth. What happened?" He shrieked when he noticed the stain on my dress.
"It's nothing. I already took care of it. Just get someone to come clean this place up and stop asking annoying questions," I rolled my eyes at him, and he scoffed.
"Whatever!" He rolled his eyes and turned to leave, but he stopped and turned to face me again.
"Where is your wife?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows, and I scoffed.
"You could just call her name or better still call her my assistant instead of 'your wife', right?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"Where is she?" He asked as if my complaint was nothing.
"I sent her on an errand," I lied to him, and he nodded his head before he finally walked out of my office, and I sighed.
"Wait! Why was she like that? Did I do something wrong?" Again, I asked myself, trying to figure out what could've made her act like that, but I eventually gave up when I couldn't come up with anything.
The cleaner finally came to clean my office, and soon after she left, Janice walked in. She was maintaining a straight expression, and I sighed.
"What was that for, Janice?" I asked her, and she scoffed.
"Why would you pour coffee on my face? Did I do something wrong?" I asked her cluelessly, and she scoffed.
"Do you do that often? I mean, sleeping with a woman in your office. Do you do that often?" She asked me, and I sighed, reclining on the chair. The thing is, it's something I love doing, and for someone who loves sex, I have done it a couple of times even with my past secretaries that I ended up sacking for one reason or the other.
"Yes. I do it often. Is there anything wrong with it? I mean, this is my company and I can do anything I want, right?" I shrugged.
"You must really be shameless, aren't you? Why would anyone in their right sense do something like that?" She ranted, and I raised my eyebrows.
"Are you by chance jealous?" I leaned forward and asked her, and I could swear that her cheeks heat up for a moment before she huffed.
"Are you kidding me? Jealous? Of who? You? You must really be thinking highly of yourself. Why the fuck would I be jealous of you?" She huffed, but I could swear that she was nervous.
"Since you are not, then it's not a problem. You are my assistant here, so let's keep our relationship within that. I don't want this to happen next time. You wouldn't want to get sacked, right?" I said to her coldly, and she bit her bottom lip.
"This is my personal life, this is who I am... And you shouldn't get yourself involved. I don't like it when others meddle in my affairs," I further uttered, and she slowly nodded her head.
"Great. Now go get my lunch for me. Don't stay out there too long. And you know where I like getting food from. I will transfer the money to your account," I said to her while working on the desktop, and she nodded her head. I heard her footsteps followed by the sound of the door opening and closing, and once I was sure she was out of the office, I sighed and reclined on the chair.
"Why was she like that? She wasn't jealous, was she?" I asked myself, but quickly dismissed the thoughts because there was no way she would be like that. We don't even have feelings for each other, so what reason would she have to get jealous?
Pushing all the thoughts away, I resumed my work.
Fifteen minutes passed before Janice returned with my food, and she served it on the table in my office.
"You didn't get yourself something to eat?" I asked her, glancing at her since she was sitting on the sofa, but she shook her head.
"I'm not hungry," She replied to me bluntly, and I nodded.
"We are leaving for Texas in a few hours," I broke the silence, and she nodded her head.
"Am I going home to get clothes?" She asked.
"There'll be no need for that. We'll get you some clothes when we get there. We are leaving from here," I replied to her.
"What about Chase?" She asked with concern.
"He'll be fine on his own," I replied to her, and again, she just nodded. I felt her gaze on me while eating, but when I raised my gaze to look at her, she looked away immediately and I wonder why she was staring at me. Is she mad at me because of what I said to her? I asked myself, but what do I care how she felt about it? I only told her what I didn't want her to do, so there should've been no reason to feel guilty about it, right?
"Ja..." I paused when I looked up and didn't find her where she was seated before.
"Where did she go?" I mumbled, and just when I was about to go back to eating, I saw her on the balcony. She was staring up at the sky, the gentle breeze was moving her hair slowly, and trust me, I would always admit that she was really sexy.
I scoffed, recalling how we met and how we have been living so far. After the incident that day, I thought we would never see again, I didn't want to cross paths with the woman that played smart on me, and I was going to let go of everything like it never happened, but somehow, fate brought us back together...