Let's Play A Dirty Ass Game, Mr. CEO

Chapter 30: THIS IS PUNISHMENT, NOT LOVE

TRISTAN

I’ve been trying not to lose my mind ever since those elevator doors slid open to reveal Laura and Harlan locked in a kiss.

Was that even a real kiss? I wondered about it over and over again.

What could it be between them? I was not exactly sure what Harlan’s relationship with Laura was except business, but I could tell there was something more.

I’d seen it in real time, in the way they whisper in each other’s ears, and stick together in public. The paparazzi have captured them together countless times and paraded their pictures on the media with speculative captions.

It sickened my stomach. Made me clench my fists every single time those images crossed my mind. The idea that they could be a thing.

Laura Hayes may not know it yet, but she’s mine. She became mine the night we claimed each other’s bodies in a passion that stayed with me for years.

And fortunately, I’m not a man who shares his beautiful treasures. I would collect my treasure at the right time, when the betrayal has been duly made up for.

I pushed the door to my suite open and paused mid stride in. Madison was sprawled on my bed, butt naked and glassy-eyed. I could tell she was drunk.

My chest instantly flared hot as the drama from earlier spilled into my mind. It had taken everything in me to not grab her and throw her out when she called Laura a rat. But Laura had handled it quite excellently, to my surprise.

I didn’t expect to see Madison in my suite after the earful I gave to her when I dragged her out of the dinner gathering.

She reared up upon seeing me, expressions changing like a chameleon’s. "Tristan."

"What are you doing here? How did you get into my suite?" I had more questions . A fuckload of them. Like; ’How did you know about the dinner party?’ ’Who is your mole in my circle?’

She smiled a temptress’ smile. Wicked and confusing. "I snatched your keys from your assistant. He’s quite a dull one."

My eyes smarted with rage. "Come on, out."

"I came to see you, Tristan. And I got naked for you."

I ignored her and turned to the mirror, counting down to the seconds when I’ll get to grab and fling her out.

She walked over to me as I undid my shirt buttons, slipping her arms beneath the shirt and wrapping them around me. "I’m sorry. I’m just under a lot of pressure from my father. He doesn’t think it’s a good idea to work with a former employee of Pierce Holdings who sold out corporate information."

"Did she really do it?" I paused, watching her face in the mirror for every tiny detail.

She could barely hold my gaze, which further contributed to the fresh trepidation that burned in my chest.

She knew more about what had happened five years ago, than she was letting on.

All these years, and we’ve never really talked about that incident, Madison and I. It was a topic we had deliberately avoided. Laura and the scandal she was fired for.

I had questions, but they always died in my head. Was it because I feared what the truth could be if I found it? Partly true. Laura had disappeared, anyway. I didn’t see the reason to chase the case anymore.

But now...

"Madison?"

She spilled a nervous laugh. "Come on, Tristan. The evidence was crystal clear."

"Evidence can be fabricated."

"Are you saying I fabricated some documents to frame that woman?" She frowned, and for a moment, I saw a streak of innocence in those eyes. "Tristan, is that really what you think of me?"

"I didn’t say you fabricated it."

"So believe me when I say it was her! My sources don’t lie."

I didn’t say anything else, even though the suspicion and disbelief still hung in my chest.

Madison’s fingers danced across my chest. "Am I forgiven now?"

Still ignoring her, I took my pants off and stood there in just my briefs.

My cock was hard, and it made me think of Laura. Her perfect little body and the way it moved with drop-dead confidence. The slant of her eyes when she was trying to read my mind.

God.

Madison was perfect in her own way too. With perky cups for tits and hard, pink nipples. She looked divine standing there with that rounded ass, her hair spilling in waves over her shoulders. Fuck, it’s her body that got my cock to stand stiff, but it’s the thought of Laura that made me grow harder.

Sick, I know.

In the next second, Madison dropped to her knees and reached for my cock. I watched her take it, my eyes cold and hard.

"What is this?"

"I’m trying to make it up to you."

"A blowjob doesn’t make up for what you did, you know. You humiliated our new business partner."

Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Well, you can fuck me right after. That should do."

My cock throbbed as her tongue darted out and swirled around my tip. My fingers itched to grab her hair, but I refused to give her the satisfaction. I want to say that sex does not make up for her stupid behavior, but the thought soon evaporated.

She’s good with her mouth, I’d give it to her. But the good strokes of her tongue were not enough to stop me from seeing Laura on her knees, my cock in her mouth.

Madison closed her mouth around me and bobbed her head until my tip hit the back of my throat. Her teeth scraped my cock and a growl rumbled in my throat.

"On your feet." I yanked her off my cock and flung her against the table. Then I grabbed her waist and rammed into her with all my strength, unleashing all my anger and pent up desire in her. She took it like a whore, panting and moaning my name.

I didn’t need her apology, but if she insisted on giving me her body, so be it. I could fuck her until we both got tired.

I fucked her so hard, she began to run. I grabbed her arms and locked them behind her back. "Come on," I angled my cock and slammed in harder, "you want it. So take it."

"Goddd Tristan," she cried, and I almost burst into a bitter laugh at the tears on her face. "This feels so...fuck.. I love you."

I actually laughed this time. A cold bitter laugh. "This is punishment, Madison, not love."

I pushed her face down the table and thrust in a few more times. Then I pulled out my cock and watched my cum spill over her ass, breathing hard.

After a few moments, I let go of her and started towards the bathroom.

"There’s something I have to tell you."

I kept going, my patience thinning out by the minute.

"My father has picked a date for our wedding."

That finally got my attention.