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

Chapter 41: RUINED BY HER

TRISTAN

This woman is going to ruin me.

It was one thought that had rang in my head all day, every moment I stood close to Laura Hayes, in her fucking absence too.

The thought that she could ruin me and everything I stood for, kept resounding like a warning bell in my head.

What was this obsession with her? Why did she have to be on my mind every minute of the day? If she wasn’t on my mind, it didn’t feel right.

It was just one night we’d shared in the past. One night that had refused to leave my head and mind...one night that replayed in steamy flashbacks that disrupted my thoughts unexpectedly in the middle of important stuff.

What had she done to me? Why couldn’t I sleep without seeing her face? Why did I want to devour her each time she came close to me? What was this...hunger?

I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me, how much she consumed every part of me. I was a man used to control. It was a core part of me in a natural sense, but when it came to Laura...

I felt that control slipping.

The photoshoot in the board room had been a different kind of torture. A spicy side to Laura Hayes that seemed to get me my cock harder than ever.

It was almost like there were new wonders about that woman to discover with each new day.

In a matter of minutes, she had switched from seductive to hysterical in a pitiable manner, just after she got off that call. Looking at her now, I could see the same woman I had been with that night, five years ago.

A vulnerable woman in dire need of rescue.

Back then, my intention had been to rescue her. Make her an irresistible offer. She agrees to work closely with me and becomes eligible for higher remuneration, exposure to better opportunities. She would have made it big if she wasn’t such a naive girl back then.

Was I a prick for thinking this way? I absolutely did not care.

All I knew was, I couldn’t think straight anymore when it came to Laura Hayes. And it was becoming a fucking problem.

That was why I stood at her doorstep instead of being back in my car and on my way out of here, holding her purse and waiting for her like a lustsick man.

I had come up here to return the property she forgot in my car, when I noticed some kind of trouble between her and a woman that looked a little like her.

A protective instinct had kicked in, and I’d instantly made up my mind not to leave until I was sure she was safe.

When I talked about her ruining my life, this was what I meant.

I would let her ruin me with that body and innocently seductive smile and soft fingers and succulent boobs. And I’ll willingly get ruined if it meant protecting her from whatever threat posed to her.

She had me in a chokehold and I was not willing to break free.

I had to get a grip. She wasn’t mine yet, but she was definitely mine. I knew it the first night I had her, saw it in the way her body melded against mine like it was made for mine and mine for it, heard the way she moaned my name as I buried my face between her legs and ate her like a hungry bastard.

God, thinking about it now, I wanted to eat up those fucking delicious juices again until she was crying and bucking in my arms.

Laura Hayes was mine. And I always take what belongs to me.

"So, are you the baby daddy?"

It took me another second to realize the woman that looked like Laura was still there, behind me. Hiding like a chameleon.

And what did she just say to me?

I turned my head slightly and observed her with a level gaze. "Do I know you?"

I was curious who this baby daddy was, the father of the little boy I’d seen her with the other day. And in the depths of my soul, something green burned fervently.

The woman’s eyes roamed my face for a brief moment, like she was assessing me. Then she shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. Don’t care, except for the fact that you’re drop-dead gorgeous."

She smirked as she gave me another lazy once-over. "I know she’s got good taste."

Before I could decide whether to ignore her or tell her off in the rudest way possible, the door bleeped open and Laura’s rosy face appeared. Her cheeks blossomed hotter the moment she saw me.

We stared at each other for a beat too long, and for a second, she looked like she wanted to tumble into my arms. I would have caught her willingly, then pressed a kiss to her forehead, and one to her lips, then my tongue against hers, and between her legs. And I’d fuck her all night.

Her eyes quickly dropped to the purse, like she could read my thoughts and she couldn’t stand them anymore. "Thank you," she said, breathless, "for the...purse."

Could she possibly see how naked she was in my mind? Curves fucking sexy and mind-blowing? Breasts full and nipples hard?

"That’s right," I handed the purse to her and scratched the back of my neck, nervous for an annoying moment. "I guess I should leave now." I turned and the woman was still there.

"And I guess you know who she is."

Laura didn’t say a word for a moment.

"You know if you—"

"Yes I know her," she cut in smoothly, eyeing the woman where she stood with a smirk painted across her lips. "Unfortunately, I do," she added in a whisper, then she flashed me a tight smile. "Thank you once again, Mr. Pierce. For the ride, and the other."

Then she turned and scurried back into the house. And the door flew into my face.

When I turned around and started walking away, the woman waved at me. "See you soon, Mr. Pierce."

I did not know what the fuck that meant, but I was too tired and low-spirited to care.

I just needed a long bath after a long day, some peace and quiet where I could daydream about Laura’s surreal beauty all day.

°°°

I was denied everything I needed the moment I got to my penthouse to find Madison in my private bedroom, sprawled half-naked in the middle of my big bed.

My jaw ticked in rage at the realization that she was beginning to trespass more than I could endure.

She jumped up as soon as the door swung open. "Tristan! I was beginning to get bored out of my mind waiting for you!"

"What are you doing here?"

She clapped her hand gleefully, like some little kid who just discovered candy. "I have news for you. For us."

I frown. Us?

I hardly expected it to be good news. And she confirmed it in the next second.

"Guess who’s just got paid from your coiffeurs once again?"

"What are you—"

"Laura! She’s at it again!"

My spirits dwindled so fast my vision blurred.

What, now?