Chapter 221: Between David’s Fury

Holly’s POV

I pushed open the heavy door to David’s office and stepped inside, the click of my heels echoing too loud in the sudden quiet space. The room smelled like him…cedar, leather, and something darkly expensive. His desk was a fortress of glass and steel, the city sprawling behind it like we owned it.

I shut the door behind me and leaned against it for a second, heart hammering in anticipation. He’s super jealous, and I love how knowing that makes me feel.

I checked his desk after steadying my heart beat. But there were No Q3 files.

Of course they weren’t there. Amber was capable and thorough when working. Those files had been color-coded and uploaded to the drive two weeks ago. David knew that. Everyone knew that.

Which meant he’d made it up to get me to leave that conference room.

Which also meant he was jealous.

A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. I crossed the room like I belonged here…like I’d already been bent over that desk a hundred times…and let my hip rest against the edge of it, palms braced on cool glass.

He is so hot when he’s jealous.

What if he decides to punish me for teasing Mr Silver? The thought lit me up from the inside. I closed my eyes and let the fantasy roll over me like a wave.

David storming in, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. Grabbing me by the throat, pinning me face-down across his desk, papers flying everywhere. My skirt shoved up to my waist, panties ripped clean off.

Him thrusting into me from behind so hard the desk scraped across the floor, one hand fisted in my hair, the other rubbing rough circles over my clit until I screamed his name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Then flipping me around, legs over his shoulders, fucking me until my back arched off the glass and I came so hard I saw stars. Maybe again on the couch. Maybe with my knees on his shoulders while he licked me clean like he was starving for it.

My breath hitched. Heat throbbed between my thighs, sudden and insistent. I pressed my legs together, shifted against the desk, and felt how slick I already was. God, just thinking about him inside me—

The door flew open so hard it bounced off the wall.

David stormed in, shoulders filling the frame, eyes black with something feral. He slammed it shut behind him and locked it with a decisive click that made my pulse spike.

Will he proceed to slam me against the wall like I desperately wanted?

“What the fuck was that back there?” His voice was low, dangerous, barely leashed.

I turned slowly, leaning back against the desk, palms flat, pushing my chest out just enough. “What was what?”

He stalked toward me, every step deliberate. “Silver Dunly. Leaning over him like that. Why were you acting like that? That was so unprofessional.”

His jaw flexed as he stopped inches away, towering over me, heat rolling off him in waves. “Do you have any idea what kind of man he is? He’ll take one look at you in that fucking dress and think you’re on the menu.”

I laughed softly. “And you don’t like that?”

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my chin…hard. Not playful. His thumb pressed into the soft spot under my jaw, forcing my face up to his.

“I’m not kidding,” he growled.

“Mr neither. So, let me go,” I whispered, eyes stinging instantly.

He still didn’t listen. His grip tightened, eyes blazing. “If you’re going to keep working here, you should learn to get your shit together, Holly. Stop dressing like this. Stop acting like—” He stopped, teeth gritting.

I shoved at his wrist, tears pricking hot. “Like a whore? Is that what you were going to say? I’m still a whore to you?”

He flinched…like I’d slapped him hard across the face, his hand trembled, dropping like I’d burned him.

I shoved past him, shoulder crashing into him as I passed furiously. I made it two steps toward the door before his voice cracked behind me.

“I’m sorry.” It came out ragged. “That’s not what I was going to say. I swear to God, Holly. I’d never say that to you again.”

I whirled around, chest heaving. “Then what, Mr David? What were you going to say? Tell me!”

“I was going to say that you’re acting like a rebellious little girl who wants attention,” he growled, dragging a hand through his hair. “And you’re getting it from the exact wrong people. I won’t call you that word again. Ever. I’m sorry.”

I laughed, sharp and brittle. “And you expect me to believe that?” I yanked the door open. “I’m going back to Mr Norman’s office. Enjoy your day, sir.”

“Holly—”

I didn’t wait. I stormed out, heels clacking like gunshots down the hall. Past the interns who pretended not to stare. Past Maria who actually gasped. Straight to Norman’s side of the floor, past the glass walls and curious glances, until I reached my desk and dropped into the chair so hard it rolled back.

I buried my face in my hands and screamed into them.

“Ohmygod he is so infuriating! Does he like me? Does he not like me? I thought he was just being jealous but it turns out—ARGH!”

I screamed again, louder this time, then stopped dead like the switch was just turned off. I brushed my hair out of my face, tucked them in place and exhaled deeply.

Get it together, Holly.

My phone blared on the desk…TYLER flashing in big letters.

Oh my God.

I snatched it up on the second ring, voice shooting three octaves higher than normal. “Tyler! I’m so sorry I haven’t reached out, a lot has happened and in the midst of it I forgot—”

“Are you okay, Holly?” he cut in, soft, worried. The kind of voice that made you want to crawl into it and hide.

I froze, throat thick. “I…yeah. Just a rough morning.”

“Hey.” A pause, gentle. “Let me buy you lunch. Wherever you want. You can tell me everything…starting from when you disappeared, what happened, where you’ve been. No pressure. Just…let me be there for you, okay?”

My eyes stung again, but for a totally different reason this time. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’d like that.”

“Perfect. That little Italian place on 78th? 1:30?”

“1:30,” I echoed, smiling despite myself.

“See you soon, pretty girl.”

He hung up.

I stared at the phone for a second, chest warm. Then immediately scrolled to Justin’s contact and hit call.

It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail…again.

I tapped my foot, jaw tight. A few days ago when I finally got a new phone after the accident, I’d called him. He’d sounded shattered. Told me he was sorry, that he couldn’t protect me, that he needed space. Then radio silence since that day.

If he wanted to hide, I’d find him.

But just as I was about to call David so he can share Justin's address, my phone rang and it was him.

“Come to my office. Now.”

David’s voice was low, clipped, and leaving absolutely no room for argument.

I closed my eyes.

Round two already?

Fantastic.