Chapter 18 SILENT PLEAS IN THE BOARDROOM
Chapter 18 SILENT PLEAS IN THE BOARDROOM
Esmery walked beside Caspar in silence, the rhythmic sound of their footsteps echoing in the hallway. The bodyguard was stoic as ever, his presence both protective and distant.
She had tried to make small talk, asking him about his day, how long he had worked for Jayden, but he had answered in short, clipped sentences. Eventually, she sighed and gave up, letting the silence settle between them.
When they reached Jayden’s office, Esmery turned to him with a small smile.
“I can take it from here, Caspar. You don’t have to babysit me.”
Caspar hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. “Understood, Madam.” He gave a respectful bow before retreating, leaving her standing alone in Jayden’s office.
She glanced around. His space was just as sleek and modern as she had imagined. Dark wood, glass walls, minimalistic yet exuding power. But Jayden wasn’t here.
Ten minutes passed.
She sat on the couch, crossed her legs, uncrossed them, checked her phone, and sighed. Where was he?
Growing restless, her eyes wandered to the hallway. That was when an idea struck her.
The conference room.
A mischievous spark lit in her chest. Would he get mad if she just showed up? Probably. But did she care? Not really.
Pushing to her feet, she exited the office and began walking aimlessly, her hood still pulled up over her head. She didn’t want unnecessary attention, especially after what happened earlier. Eventually, she reached the large mahogany doors of the conference room.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked.
Inside, Jayden’s deep voice carried across the room. “Come in.”
Esmery pushed the door open and stepped inside. Immediately, she felt the weight of multiple pairs of eyes land on her.
The men seated at the long table were middle-aged, powerful executives. Their conversation halted as they eyed her curiously. But she ignored them, keeping her gaze lowered as she walked shyly toward Jayden.
He sat at the head of the table, his tall, imposing figure relaxed yet commanding. The second she reached him, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her effortlessly onto his lap.
A gasp left her lips.
Jayden didn’t even falter. His focus remained on his clients as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
Esmery, however, wasn’t so composed. She could feel the heat of his body beneath her, the solid muscles beneath his tailored suit. The scent of his expensive cologne mixed with something inherently, a scent she had come to crave.
She squirmed slightly, adjusting herself, but the moment she did, Jayden’s grip tightened. He leaned toward her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
“Baby, I suggest you stop what you’re doing,” he murmured in that deep, commanding voice. “Otherwise…”
Her breath hitched. She knew what he meant.
Still, sitting on his lap in a room full of people, she couldn’t help but shift again, just slightly.
And that was when she felt it.
A sudden vibration against her most sensitive spot.
Her entire body jolted.
Her hands flew to Jayden’s chest, gripping his suit tightly as a wave of pleasure pulsed through her core. The toy inside her had come to life at the flick of a his remote.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide with shock, but Jayden remained unbothered.
He turned to his clients, his voice as smooth and composed as ever.
“As I was saying,” he continued, “the next phase of our project requires an additional investment. We need to expand production facilities to meet the demand.”
Esmery was dying.
She bit into the fabric of her hoodie, her body tensing as the vibrations grew stronger.
This sadistic bastard.
She clenched her thighs together, trying to control herself, but Jayden noticed. His grip on her waist shifted, his fingers sliding down to her inner thigh.
She gasped.
His fingers traced slow, teasing circles over the fabric of her dress, and then without further do he turned it up.
The vibrations doubled in intensity.
A strangled sound escaped her, muffled by the hoodie. She dug her nails into Jayden’s chest, desperate to hold onto something.
The clients, oblivious to her torture, nodded in agreement as they discussed figures and contracts.
“Yes, Mr. Garcias,” one of them said. “If we invest an additional five million, we should be able to triple production within the quarter.”
Jayden hummed in approval. “That’s a reasonable projection.”
Esmery’s entire body trembled.
Jayden’s hand moved again, slipping beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties, and she nearly choked on air.
“Jayden,” she whispered breathlessly, barely audible.
He ignored her.
Instead, he slid his fingers past the fabric and stroked her clit with slow, deliberate circles, matching the relentless pulses of the vibrator.
She whimpered.
The clients, noticing the subtle tremor in her frame, exchanged confused glances. One of them leaned slightly forward, concern flickering across his face.
“Is… is she alright?” he asked.
Jayden’s lips curled in amusement. He ran a soothing hand down her back, pretending to comfort her.
“She’s just a little shy,” he said smoothly. “This is her first time attending one of my meetings.”
Esmery clenched her fists, her breath ragged. Liar.
He wasn’t done with her.
His fingers dipped lower, parting her folds, teasing her entrance before slipping inside with sinful ease.
A silent cry formed in her throat.
She was soaking, her body betraying her completely. He knew it. He relished it.
And yet, he kept his expression perfectly neutral as he addressed the men in the room.
“I expect the contracts to be finalized by the end of the week,” he continued, his fingers thrusting deeper, matching the pulse of the vibrator.
Esmery was on the verge of losing it.
Her thighs clenched around his hand, trying to stop him, but he tsked softly.
“Open,” he ordered in a whisper only she could hear.
She obeyed.
Her legs parted slightly, giving him full access. He rewarded her by curling his fingers inside her, pressing against that perfect spot that sent stars exploding behind her eyelids.
Her body shook violently.
She was so close.
Her nails dug into his shoulder, her breath coming in shallow pants.
Jayden leaned in again, his lips ghosting over her ear.
“You don’t cum until I say so,” he murmured darkly.
Her vision blurred.
She was going to lose her mind.
But just as she teetered on the edge, right as she was about to let go and cum, the vibrations stopped and Jayden's fingers stilled inside her.
A silent scream of frustration built in her chest. Her body convulsed from the cruel denial, a needy whimper slipping past her lips.
Jayden smirked, satisfied.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Then, he removed his hand completely.
Esmery slumped against him, her entire body trembling.
The clients, completely oblivious to her torture, stood up, and nodded at Jayden in a form of respect.
“We’ll move forward with the plans, Mr. Garcias. We’ll be in touch soon.”
Jayden nodded, his arm still firmly around his wrecked wife.
“See you next week.”
The second the room emptied, Esmery punched him in the chest.
“You evil, evil man!” she hissed.
Jayden only chuckled, his dark eyes filled with wicked amusement.
“I warned you, baby,” he murmured, his fingers grazing her swollen lips. “You should’ve behaved.”
Esmery glared at him, her breath still uneven.
But deep down… she loved it.