In Love With My Bully-Chapter 40: Shadows and Schemes

(*****STEAMY SCENE AHEAD*****)

I walked into Sam’s office smiling so sweetly, that he gave me a weird look.

"For someone whose husband is having a baby with his mistress, you sure are in a good mood."

"Oh, you heard! Nothing escapes you does it?" I took a seat at his desk, a triumphant smile plastered on my face.

"I guess not. Your husband told me. I like how you scared her straight this morning though,"

"Just protecting the Numero Legacy," I answered. "It’s quite interesting how often you chat with Richard’s ex bimbo. What is it? Do you love his leftovers?"

"you have a response for everything don’t you?"

"I’ve been known to be called sharp once or twice before."

"Is there something I can help you with?" he said running out of patience.

"I came to invite you over for dinner tonight."

Sam chuckled. "You’re either planning on poisoning me or you finally realized you don’t want me as your enemy,"

"I need to speak with both of you on how to properly handle this matter and to salvage the situation in case it attracts the public eye,"

He pursed his lips, weighing my excuse for a minute.

"I admire you, Nita. For someone who is in a loveless marriage, you sure fight dirty to keep it. What? Are you interested in keeping the Numero legacy to yourself?"

"Well, Gwen’s child has got a lock on that already."

"You think the Numeros will hand over everything to a bastard child?" he spat.

"It suddenly sounds like you are already jealous of an unborn child," I couldn’t help riling him. It was just too easy.

"You can leave now,"

"Tonight, 8pm. See ya,"

I gave him another ridiculously sweet smile and headed out of his office. My next stop was Richard’s office.

He looked up at me with tired eyes. Poor baby, I didn’t let him get any sleep last night. Well, good for him. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Everything okay?"

"yeah. I just wanted to inform you I invited Sam over for dinner." I said.

"Oookay... I mean, I am glad you did but it’s unusual so why?" he arched an eyebrow.

"I thought you might need a friend, right now." I lied. Why was I becoming so good at this? It felt like I became a different person the minute I became a Numero. The transformation shocked me. This world was not meant for normal people, it was meant for sharks.

"I don’t need a friend, I need you."

"you have me," I replied.

"No... no... I don’t." he got up and held my hand in his. "How long will you be mad at me?"

"I am not mad at you," he pulled me by the neck to him to kiss me and met with resistance.

"You’re not? I beg to differ."

"What do you want me to say? You are having a child, that changes things for us. The first thing you need to worry about is that child, not me, not you."

"Why can’t I do both? think about you and the child?" He pulled me closer into him and ran his tongue along my earlobe, common sense took a dive out the window.

"Richard..." I whispered losing my train of thought by one simple tongue flick. I am such a horny slut!

"You say one thing, your body says another."

The jerk was right. Our eyes locked, desire mirrored in them. Our lips collided in raw need, a battle of wills. Angry, dominating; hurt, controlling’

I didn’t want him to have such emotional control over me and my body. I needed to take it from him. He wouldn’t let me. Taking control back from him maybe would help me hurt less. He held my neck to keep me in place but I shoved at his chest.

A wicked smile crept on his face. "Babe, never going to happen." In the blink of an eye, he turned my back to his chest, his erection poking my back. One hand found its way through my shirt, past my bra, cupping my soft bare flesh and squeezing hard. The other went up my skirt and pulled down my underwear.

I fought him but my desire was too strong. I had lost this battle before it even began. He entered into me from behind, my bare ass rubbing against his skin.

"You’re mine! You will always be mine!" he was so deep inside me, I wanted to run away. It felt like something was shifting aside, giving him more space. His fingers danced inside me with the same rhythm as his engorged shaft.

Like I said earlier, common sense went through the nearest window. I screamed his name, forgetting we were in an office where someone could walk through at any moment.

He groaned behind me, our skin contact creating a clapping sound. Richard was panting while I was moaning like a shameless maniac. He pushed my chest flat onto his desk, his pace picking up. I could smell our sex in the air adding to the ecstatic feeling he was giving me. I felt myself clench around him with one long last moan while he gripped my hips and jammed me into him, one last time.

*****

Dinner time came quickly. I made spaghetti with little hot dogs cut up in it and opened a bottle of wine. We finished dinner and headed to the balcony, looking out at the garage.

"A garden would be nice out here, wouldn’t it? Something like at the Numero mansion," I said sipping on some cabernet sauvignon I had fished from Richard’s bar.

"Doesn’t really match my masculinity. What we need is a gaming section," Richard said.

"Now you talking, my man! Nita here trying to girl you up with flowers and shit!" Sam chuckled.

"I mean, come on guys!" I argued. "We are sitting out here staring at a bunch of cars!"

"So?!" both men said in unison.

"There’s nothing beautiful about cars!"

"Babe, you are staring at a Bugatti, a Rolls Royce, and a Maybach!" Richard listed.

"that’s orgasm right there," Sam concluded.

I rolled my eyes at them. "Men!"

See, my plan was to get Sam really relaxed and off his guard.

"Sam, what do you think about the Gwen situation?" I asked him.

"It sure is complicated," he relaxed his back on the iron-crafted railings. "It all boils down to what the entire family decides. Have you informed your parents yet?" he directed the question at Richard.

"I told my dad immediately but I am not sure he has informed Mum. If he had, she would have hunted me down with her shoe. I really am not looking forward to telling her." Richard sat back in the chaise lounge, I could tell the conversation with me there made him uncomfortable.

I was standing beside Sam, sizing the man up. Now that I think about it, he has always been in Richard’s shadow since they were teenagers. Always behind Richard.

I knew what I was about to do would break Richard’s heart but it was time for him to be done with unfriendly friends.

"Sam, I wanted to apologize tonight also. About my accusations concerning the discrepancies in the accounts. I made a mistake. I studied your feedback reports."

"I’m glad we handled that."

"look at you guys! My two favorite people finally getting along." Richard chuckled.

"I also noticed something else," I turned to face Sam, my eyes trained on his, gauging his reaction with every word that followed from my mouth.

"What’s that?" Richard asked, pouring himself another glass of wine.

"Myself and Martin got talking this morning, Richard. We dabbled on how long I needed protection from an enemy we didn’t even know his location. An enemy who suddenly found himself a sudden storm of cash to be able to hire a very good lawyer and pay a ridiculously high amount of bail,"

"Yeah. Martin discussed his findings with me." Richard said looking between both of us.

I saw the color start to drain from Sam’s face when he figured out where I was going with it.

"Martin mentioned a shell company buried beneath a shell company, Saben." I smiled at Sam when the realization struck him. "You made one mistake Sam! You underestimated me!"

"Nita, what the fuck are you saying?"

"do you want to tell him or shall I?" I asked triumphantly.