Chapter 145 Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Chapter 145

ROMAN'S POV

Getting my thoughts aligned, I wasted no moment to look for her as soon as I arrived at the office.

"I need to check the floor upstairs."

"I need to see for myself how the progress is coming."

"How team members are there in the Seraph wing?"

"Should the consultant give me a report soon?"

I'd come up with all sorts of excuses. Anything at this point, anything to get me close to her. Get me alone with her, but Jordan. Fucking cock blocking Jordan, he insisted it was too risky.

'The coast's not clear.' he called it. Refusing to let me move an inch in her direction in the building. And as frustrating as it was, I knew he was right.

It was risky.

People from Boldlines had come over. That overbearing prick Joe came too. She was surrounded, she was busy. There was no way to sneak away long enough without getting questions.

I had to listen to Jo. Hot and bothered as I was, I had to spend the rest of the morning and mid-afternoon not seeing or hearing from her. Believe you me, it was one of the many rough decisions I've had to make. In my entire life.

Didn't think I'd pull it off.

I didn't.

Once it was lunchtime, my phone vibrating with a text from Lan asking to meet up for lunch. I knew I couldn't sit back any longer.

I'd already spent days not seeing her. Waited the entire morning, if I didn't see her before leaving for lunch, there was every possibility I wouldn't see her again until the very next day cause she always ate out for lunch with that friend of hers.

"I need to see her. Now." I faced Jordan, gritting. "I don't care how you do it, just make it work."

And he did.

My man Jo.

He'd handled the situation the other day. Brought her up to the private office where we handled cash and other private affairs. (something that shouldn't and wouldn't have happened had my brains not been clogged by the desire to hold her again.) He ensured privacy, handled any external issue and even led her back down to her office.

A reliable foreman.

Good.

"Hello?"

"Hello?? Why aren't I hearing anything," she muttered, standing in front of her desk. Looking at the intercom receiver. "Is someone really calling? It was just ringing just now."

"Someone is calling." I said out, instantly gaining her attention. Her whole body turned sharply, apprehensive and then surprised as she saw it was me.

"Rom- sir?" She stuttered out, catching herself before she called my name.

Smooth.

Smooth and enticing.

I stepped forward. Leaving her door, locking us in. "I called. I had Jordan call." I explained to her, "I needed to see you. Wanted us to meet."

Her eyebrows twitched, confused. Then processing, understanding, question following, "T-that lady, she said my intercom was- that was you? Jordan??"

"Yup." I stepped forward even more, closed in on her. "I told you, I wanted to see you. I had to make it work."

She paused. Stared at me, then scoffed. A smile at the edge of her lips. "You really are a bastard."

Yeah I am.

"You can call me that, main point is, it got you here now." I touched her, pulling her close to me. My arms around her back, hers on my arms.

"What are you doing?" She asked, holding my gaze. "You shouldn't - we shouldn't-

"Shush." I hushed her, angling her face and just kissing her. Taking that lips before anything. Soft. Calm. But that didn't last long at all. Tasting her just drove the beast inside of me to the front, my lips getting greedy, hers no less. Measuring up quickly like we planned on it, bodies sinking into eachother, her desk our immediate support.

My phone vibrated in my pocket again. A reminder. From Lana or Jordan, I didn't check. Just sighed slowly, pulling away silently. Our breaths hot and washing on our faces. "I'll text you." I whispered, holding her. My hands underneath her skirt. "Let's meet up more often. Should we?"

She shut her eyes, contemplating her response so I moved my fingers up her thighs. Reaching for that center, that heated core I long to feel inside once again. Anything to help her make a decision faster.

"Ohhhh," she vibrated against me, moaned. Her nails digging into my arm as her eyes opened. Brown sweet balls already housing desire. Lust.

"Let's meet again. Right?"

"You won't let me go if I don't agree, would you?" She said instead, her words tugging my lips. A smirk.

"You're starting to get the hang of it. Good."

"Let's meet then." She said, stroking up my chin, held me there. "Let's meet up tonight. Here at Oxygen. Pick a location." She grabbed my chin, grabbed my lips with hers. Exotic. Enchanting.

I gave in. Gave in so deeply, feeling her deeply, fingers pressed generously at her pussy. Feeling it wet.

My phone vibrated again. Jordan for sure.

I pulled away then reluctantly. Letting her go completely, else... else I wouldn't be able to leave.

"You'll hear from me, alright?"

"I'll be waiting." She whispered back, just standing there being herself. Her seductive mesmerising self.

And that was how it started. Our dynamic. Our system.
Morning and during the day we walked around minding our business, me having lunch with Lana.Then at night, it was just us here at Oxygen. Here at my world. It was simply me and her in every which way, none of them inclusive of her with clothes on. None of them having her apart from me.

We met, merged and rose up again. Almost every night. Every night.

It was insane. It was madness. I was burned mad far beyond reasoning, like Jordan said.

I'd crossed every limit. Even I knew it. But still, I wasn't satisfied.

Every encounter, every touch, every moan I heard from her throat...they left me wanting more. Desiring more!

Best part?

She'd thrown away all resistance. All shyness, calculations and worries about someone finding us.

"You'll ensure this doesn't get out, won't you?" She'd responded when I asked, bold. Sassy. Unbothered. "You'll have Jordan take care of it, why should I bother?"

Really, I had Jordan working extra hours ensuring our night meetings went smoothly. He delivered everytime. Not bothering to dissuade me. That thought was long buried.

So she didn't have anything to worry about. Why should she bother?

The thought made me smile anytime I remember it. The image of her spotting that hair tie, tits out and dress at her waist living free in my head.

She was drop dead gorgeous.

Utterly devastatingly sexy. The kind that made you want to worship her body. I didn't even know such a thing was possible but God damn.

The things that body of hers did to me. The thoughts they evoked... nobody could ever do that. Nobody has ever done that.

Plus her outfits kept getting more and more scandalous. She got bolder.

For me.

And I couldn't tell you just how much that stirred from deep within me.

"Call her up." I spoke to Jordan, waiting for her.