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

Chapter 43: FLITHY WHISPERS

TRISTAN

I watched Harlan alight the vehicle with a new envy sitting in my chest.

He had the luxury to come and go when he liked, and he didn’t.

What irked me most was the smile Laura instantly flashed at him as soon as she turned.

And her boy wouldn’t stop screaming. Why were they excited to see Harlan and not me? The answer was pretty obvious to me, but it still hurt to the extent of asking.

Harlan met Laura with a side hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead. A gesture that sat heavily in my chest. It made me wonder. Were the rumors about them true?

The duo had been photographed together before, a few times in the past. I never liked the headlines attached to their pictures. Careless speculations about their relationship status.

As much as I knew, their relationship was a business one. But...did business partners often hug each other and wrap their arms around each other’s waist?

"Tristan Pierce." Harlan stepped towards me, pulling Laura along as she was still stuck to his side. "I didn’t expect to run into you here."

"Neither did I." My eyes searched my once best friend’s face for the same passion that burned in my heart...for the truth about how he possibly felt about their so-called ’business’ relationship.

Laura glared at me as her arms went around Harlan’s waist. He looked down at her, and she gave him a smile she’d never given me.

My insides boiled like a cauldron.

Was she doing this to me on purpose? Edging me on to see how much I can take? How much I can stand here watching her touch Harlan the way I wanted her to touch me?...watching him touch her the way I wanted to touch her?

Her lips curved into the tiniest hints of a smirk, and I had my answer.

My jaw clenched hard. "I guess I’ll be on my way now." I backed away with my hands in my pockets, glancing back to Laura.

"Let’s talk more tomorrow. I’m sorry about any misunderstandings." Then I was gone. As soon as I was in my car, I threw my head against the wheel and just... grunted for a few seconds.

I was agitated, and it was all because of one woman.

So many thoughts whirled through my head. What could Harlan be doing at her place late at night? It was obvious they were closer than I thought...but just how close?

Then there was the fact that she was clueless about the transaction receipt. She had tried to play to cool, but I could tell right away that she knew nothing about it.

Madison would have to fucking explain when I get home. And if it was going to be too much headache, I’d just head over to the finance team.

After a while, I snapped my head up and turned on the engine. I needed a cold shower to wash off every thought of Laura so I could focus on the fuckload of work waiting for my attention.

Even better, I could pump my cock a few times to the beautiful image of her face in my head, while at it. What a great way it’d be to end the night.

If I couldn’t have her now...I could touch myself thinking of her.

With the refreshing idea dancing like a light bulb in my head, I eased the car away from the gates and down the street.

Five minutes into the quiet ride back home, my phone rang in the car holder and upon seeing the caller ID, my jaw tightened.

Without wasting a second, I leaned across the space and swiped the call to the decline button.

There would be only one reason out of a million why my estranged mother would be calling me out of the blues.

Money problems. She was just predictable.

Caroline Pierce was one of those people I made it a point to not have a relationship with. She ruined my childhood, and as an adult now, it would be a crime to let that happen again.

Giving her money was not the problem. The greedy bitch just kept coming back for more.

She called again ten times after I declined the first one. I ignored some. Declined some. After the tenth one, I turned off my phone.

Whatever money problems she had now were entirely hers. I had too much on my plate to accommodate her too.

I got home to see Madison still in my room. But she was snoring quite loudly already, which was honestly better, less unbearable than the fact that she was still here.

I stared at her sleeping form for a few moments, lost in thought.

Anyone might think it funny or complicated that I was getting married to a woman I did not even feel attracted to...a woman I loathed on some days without even knowing why.

But the thing was, business has always come first, for me. If it was going to bring in the money, why not go for it?

That was the reason I was with Laura. Money. Her father had been the major link five years ago, but now that I was beginning to get stronger on my feet, I was starting to have a rethink.

Marriage with Madison was not an idea that excited me in the slightest bit. Whether it was a business alliance or a romantic affair, it didn’t leave me with any form of satisfaction.

Every single time, it left me feeling hollow.

Madison and I were not compatible, and I could sense it was one of those wiry connections that must never be forced.

Looking at her sleep so innocently now, I couldn’t help but feel a little bad about the actual state of things when it came to us.

I would be a liar if I said she didn’t fancy me a teeny weeny bit. I saw the way she looked at me when we weren’t bickering...when she thought I wasn’t looking.

But it was never going to work...because it was just a silly crush and a misplaced anger/desire shoved into a business alliance that required them to get married.

As I turned to go to the bathroom, I found a note on the bedside table.

She seemed to have scrawled the words with sleepy eyes.

~I made you something. Check the fridge when you return. And just a little reminder, there’s a fitting session by 8am tomorrow.

I did a double take. 8am? Fitting session? What the hell? When did she fix that? And who said I’ve agreed to the arrangements for a wedding I haven’t yet agreed to?

I heaved a sigh and walked past the note. I was too exhausted to properly get worked up over it. What I need was a cold shower and my fingers tight around my cock, the image of Laura’s beautiful face on my head.

After I stripped and went under the shower, my fingers instantly found my cock. It was so hard already, painfully hard, from thinking about Laura all day.

"Fuck," I cursed slightly as I stroked the engorged tip. God. How much I wanted her. If only I could get my hands on her right now...all the things I’d do to her.

How long could I hold back?

I slathered more soap on my palms and stroked my hard cock until I spilled Laura’s name in desperate, filthy whispers.

The frustration of the day and pent-up desire made my balls tighten like hard nuts.

As I came hard, spurting thick ropes of cum across my fingers and the glass walls, I knew that this was only the beginning of a delicious nightmare that might never end.