THE ASSISTANT

Emily

Day Thirteen

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I wasn’t sure why I never connected these dots earlier, why I never paid too much attention to the “S. Birthday Account” that always showed up on the books this time of year. I’d glanced at the outrageous expense details here or there, thinking they must be quotes and not actual receipts, but now I knew for sure.

“Do you really think you’re sending your niece the right message by getting her a pony, a DJ, and a pink mini-convertible for her fourth birthday?”

“That’s what she asked for,” Nicholas said. Then he pointed out the window, where she and a group of her friends were gathered around Luna with bright yarn. “I clearly should’ve bought her a kitten and saved a shit-ton. How much do you want to sell Luna for?”

I hit his arm and laughed. “She’s not for sale.”

He grabbed my hand and led me through a crowd of parents and other party guests, heading straight for the kitchen. The DJ was now setting up for his third set on the side lawn, so it was his mother’s turn to watch over the kids from the window.

When we made it into the kitchen, he pulled me into a corner—looking as if he was about to kiss me, but we were interrupted. 

“Still trying to buy love, I see.” It was Nathan.

Nicholas turned around to face him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Samantha is being raised by me—a single parent, and of course, you think you can swoop in here for a week or two and fix everything with money and fucking ponies.”

“She asked for the goddamn pony.”

“Every little girl asks for a pony, Nick.” He snapped. “That doesn’t mean you fucking give it to them. And no one told you it was okay to throw this over the top party, which I’m sure is just another show for Watson.”

“Watson is spending his time on the tourist side of Blue Harbor today.”

“How convenient.” He shrugged. “Just like this engagement which aligns with Watson’s family-oriented priorities. I read about him and saw he’s never closed a deal with a man who wasn’t engaged or married. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Nicholas didn’t answer.

“I surely hope you haven’t bought into anything Nicholas has told you, Emily,” he said. “If you think he loves you, you’re sadly mistaken. The only person he loves is himself, and I hope you’re getting one hell of a payday for putting up with him during this charade. He doesn’t have a single honest investor in Wolf Industries, and he sold his soul to the devils on Wall Street instead of helping his own mother and brother with their hometown hotel business. Is that really the type of man you want to be with?”

I noticed Nicholas clenching his fists.

“Dad told you to be generous and never forget where you came from.” Nathan looked Nicholas up and down. “I don’t think you’ve worn anything during this trip that costs less than a grand, and I don’t recall us growing up on Park Avenue.”

“Nathan ...”

“How much do you really donate to cancer research?” He leaned against the counter. “I’m sure whatever it is, it’s minimal. I’d be surprised if you donated to anything outside of Manhattan real estate.” He directed his gaze toward me again. “How much is he really paying you, Emily? Anything less than half a million is criminal and—”

“Shut the hell up.” I couldn’t take anymore, and his words were making my chest hurt.

“What did you say?” He glared at me. “What’s going on between my brother and me has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with you, since I’ve spent two years with him and he’s done nothing but try to make himself gain more respect from you.” I moved forward, stepping closer. “For the record, your brother donates more than a quarter of his profits to cancer research. I deliver the checks myself.”

He clenched his jaw, and Nicholas slipped his arm around my waist.

“And where exactly do you think your so-called honest investors come from?” I couldn’t stop. “You think Smith & Claxton just found your bed and breakfast chain one day and invested exactly what you needed on their own?”

“Yes,” he said. “That’s exactly what happened. It was fate.”

“Surely you know better than that.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Nicholas found them for you years ago, because even with all your morals and high-handedness, you still have yet to hire someone who can adequately handle your business accounts. Hell, he even made a deal to privately buy out Smith & Claxton, so they’ll never be able to take advantage of your company down the line. So that way, you’ll always have the billions of dollars at Wolf Industries behind you for support, whether you wanted to know that or not.”

He looked stunned, and I couldn’t believe that I was railing on him like this.

“Every financial request you’ve ever made and received from your honest investors has come straight from Nicholas because, despite the fact that you’re not happy with the career path he chose, he still fucking loves you. And I don’t think he loves me, I know he does, so fuck you and fuck off if you don’t buy it. We’re not here for you.”

I tore away from Nicholas’s grip and left the two of them in the kitchen. I plopped down on a crowded couch in the living room and shook my head.

Did I really just do that? Why didn’t Nicholas stop me?

I sat still and watched party guests run all around the room, wondering when Nicholas was going to tell me that I overstepped my fiancée role by a longshot.

“Emily?” He suddenly stepped in front of me and held out his hand. “Can I speak to you in private for a minute?”

I nodded and stood to my feet, bracing myself for an argument once we were alone.

He pulled me into the closest bathroom and shut the door.

“Okay, look,” I said. “I wasn’t going to—”

“Thank you.” He pushed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his, cutting my sentence short. Biting my bottom lip, he grabbed my hands and placed them over my head—pinning them against the tiled wall.

“Keep your hands right there,” he whispered, slowly letting them go.

“Here?” My eyes widened as he tore away from my mouth. “Right now?”

He didn’t respond. He slid his hand under my skirt and ripped my panties off in a single pull—giving me the answer without saying a word.

Getting down on his knees, he gently spread my legs apart and pressed a finger against my soaked pussy. He blew a warm kiss against my clit, and my hands immediately went to his head.

He let out a low laugh and stood up again.

“Emily ...” His voice was low, demanding.

“Yes?”

He grabbed my hands and placed them back above my head. “Keep your hands up here, and don’t make me tell you again.”

I nodded, and he kept his eyes on mine as he slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Then he kissed his way down my neck and unclasped the front of my bra with his teeth.

I swallowed as he pressed wet kisses against my nipples, as his mouth made a trail down past my stomach.

Getting down on his knees again, he gently lifted my left leg and draped it over his shoulder. Without saying a single word, he buried his head in my pussy and sensuously tortured me with his tongue.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good ...” He groaned.

I struggled to keep my hands up like he commanded, to not reach down and grab fistfuls of his hair as he sucked my clit in and out of his mouth. My hips writhed against my will, all over his lips, and the second he plunged his tongue a little deeper inside of me, my left hand grabbed his head.

“Fuck ...” I rasped. “I think you should ... I think you should slow down ...”

“I don’t.”

My right hand dropped from the wall as his kisses became even more relentless.

He gripped my thighs to keep me balanced, but he never stopped. Never slowed.

The overwhelming pleasure forced me to tilt my head back against the wall and grab rough fistfuls of his hair.

My pussy throbbed against his mouth, and he slipped two thick fingers inside of me. “Come on my face, Emily ...” he whispered, plunging his fingers deeper and massaging my clit with the tip of his tongue.

I shut my eyes as my body began to shake, as I felt the waves of an orgasm building inside of me.

“Come on my fucking face ...” he whispered again, gripping my thighs a little tighter.

Unable to fight it anymore, I cried out his name as my body gave in to the power of his mouth. I gripped his hair—hard, and held on until the last tremor of pleasure moved through me.

“Good girl,” he said, moving my leg off his shoulder and standing to his feet. He pressed a single finger against my lips, and I glanced down and realized his cock was free of his pants and rock hard.

I rubbed a hand up and down his length, earning a heated gaze from him. I started to bend down on my knees to return the favor, but he suddenly spun me around.

“Bend over and grip the sink.”

“What?”

“Bend over and grip the sink.” He slapped my ass. “Now.”

Beyond aroused and still dripping wet, I slowly obliged. I heard the sound of him unwrapping a condom, and felt him biting the back of my neck.

He slid a hand between my legs—groaning about how wet my pussy was, and then he pressed his cock against my slit. “Fuck, Emily ...”

I moaned as he slowly pushed his cock inside of me, inch by inch. “Oh ...Oh god ...”

When he was completely buried inside of me, he pushed me forward and rubbed his hands against my sides so I could adjust to his length.

“Is this what you wanted in our bedroom a few days ago?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes.” I swallowed as he squeezed my breasts. “Yes ...”

“Hmmm.” He let out his low sexy laugh that made me want his cock even more, and then he gripped my hips and began pounding into me with no mercy.

His tempo for fucking was even more relentless than the tempo for kissing my pussy.

The sounds of the party were right outside the door—the laughter, the music, and singing, but they all became a distant background noise as he slid his cock into me again and again.

Light knocks came to the door every few minutes, but he never made a move to open it. He just kept fucking me, controlling me.

“Ah ...” I shut my eyes once I felt my body shaking all over again. “Ah ... Nicholas ... Ohhh god ...”

He held my hips steady when I let go of the sink—whispering words I couldn’t quite make out. My knees went weak as a more powerful orgasm wrecked its way through my body, and I felt him tensing behind me as he reached his own release seconds later.

He kept his cock inside of me—letting us remain entwined until he was sure I could hold my balance on my own. Slowly pulling out, he tossed the condom away and picked up my tattered panties.

“Come on,” he said, finally opening the door. “We need to finish this in my bedroom.”

“Again?” My eyes widened. “Now?’

“Yes, again.” He kissed my lips. “Right now.”