Seven years later:
"Where is my schedule for the next week?" I yell through the whole room, well aware it can be heard on the other side of the closed door. It's been a hectic morning as I got stuck in the London traffic on my way from Adaline's school to Unfaithful records. Thus, I missed two meetings and was late for the third one with Tokyo. Some Japanese singer wants to record her next album at Unfaithful records. Therefore we had to clear some logistics as well as business matters. After two hours of discussing and translating we finally closed the deal. To say I was glad when I was back at my office would be an understatement. As much as I love growing with my business, sometimes I wish it would stay as small as it was in the beginning, a secret diamond in the streets of London. Now, now it's a treasure the whole world is chasing.
A second later a guy walks in, balancing my coffee and five folders on one arm and another three on the other. He looks helpless and totally ahead of himself. Why did I even hire him?
"Schedule is right here, Mrs. Bolton." He finishes out a sheet of paper right in front of my eyes. I hold my breath as I watch the coffee cup turning left, right above my desk. But it's too late. The hot brown liquid starts floating out of the cup before it crashes against my glass table. I close my eyes as if it would stop the damage. As I open them again, I see all my work from the last week drenched in coffee. My keyboard is filled with coffee as well. I didn't even had a chance to type this all into the computer yet. Idiot! Fucking idiot!
"Mrs. Bolton, I am so sorry, really I don't know how this could-" his fingers start reaching for tissues.
"You're fired." I hiss through my clenched teeth. It's ten in the morning and I am already off to a bad start. I look up into confused brown eyes and I realise I don't even know his name. "Didn't you hear me? You're fired!" I yell so loudly that it surely must've echoed through the hallway. "Drop the folders on the couch, turn around, pack your things and get the fuck out of my company!" I yell again, now unable to mask my anger.
He gulps before turning around. As asked, he lays the eight folders on the couch before disappearing out of my sight.
"Fucking assistant, can't even carry some bloody coffee without spilling it all over my desk!" I hiss through my teeth as you wipe my desk clean. Everything is drenched in coffee. Everything! Tissue after tissue gets soaked in the beverage that I didn't have before I dump them into the bin. I sigh before I rush out of my office and into the kitchen to get something to thoroughly get the coffee off. At least I drink my coffee without sugar and milk, that means I don't have to deal with stickiness.
"Mrs. Bolton," I hear Jenny, one of my employees calling me as I get out glass cleaner beneath the sink. As it is Monday, the cleaning stuff won't come in for another week.
"Not now, Jenny." I hiss out as I rush back into my office.
I hear her footsteps behind me and turn around, "When I say not now, I mean not now!" I yell at her. Her bright blue eyes turn small at the sound of my voice and she gulps before turning around and disappearing to wherever the hell she came from. I kick the door close, not caring about the sound I just made before throughly cleaning my desk. Fucking idiot!
As I am nearly finished, I hear a knock on the door. I let out a cry of frustration, "What the fuck do you want?!" I yell as I throw the tissues into the bin. Finally, a clean desk so I can rewrite everything that just got ruined.
The door opens carefully before I see Kelsi's body appearing. Her slim figure is hugged by a black dress. "You seem in a particularly good mood today." She jokes as she walks in with her five inch heels.
"Don't even get me started. What do you want?"
"Calm you down because everyone else seems to be scared to even dare to take a step close to you. I am the only one that's brave enough." She's not only my employee but my best friend. If she isn't brave enough then no one in this building is.
"It's not my fault I am surrounded by idiots who can't carry a simple coffee and a few folders." I mumble.
Her eyes stop at the couch, "A few, huh?"
"Don't tell me it would be hard for you to balance that shit. You would do that in five inch heels with a smile on your lips."
Her lips form a thin line, "Well, you just fired the fifth assistant."
"I know." I say casually.
"In three months." She adds, placing her hand in her hip.
I shrug at her answer, "I am the boss. I'll fire as many assistants as I want."
"Yes you are. That is also why you should be concerned about that." She closes the door of my office before walking over to me. "Look, you don't want to be known as the devil of the music industry. You worked so hard to build this reputation… I mean you have gotten to a point where the agents call you to negotiate and not the other way around. Everyone wants Unfaithful records."
I bite my lip as I feel tears building in my eyes. Fucking hormones! "I know, I am just a little… off."
"I know. We all notice that, but you need to get yourself together again. Because your firm will suffer from your behaviour. And no TV appearance, concert or photo shoot can heal that kind of damage."
"I fired my fifth assistant this morning." I announce as I walk through the side streets of Tower Hamlets in London. This way I might avoid a few paparazzi. So far so good. But to my shame I don't get to see the rest of beautiful Docklands. Our offices are divided by the River Thames. In my hands I am carrying a bag with lunch, two cups of coffee, three folders and my purse. Seriously, balancing that on ten inch heels is not hard at all! I don't know why that idiot was unable to do that.
"Ah…" I hear a soft crackling sound as he leans back in his office chair, "That calls for some champagne and a fuck for lunch then."
I chuckle for the first time since our daughter left the house for school this morning. He always knows how to cheer me up.
"How far are you away?" His question reaches my ears as I turn the corner, facing the glass building that has Bolton's Enterprises written on it in steel letters. It's not less impressive than the building that's holding Barclay's. "After all, we have some serious business to get to."
"Give me a minute." I say as the porter holds the door open for me. I give him a nod and smile before I rush through the marble foyer.
"I hope you make it sooner than that." With a click he has ended the call. With the gold card in my hands, I get though the security much faster than his employees. It's a mad house at lunch hour. I rush into the empty elevator and slide my golden card through the keyboard before pressing the 36th button. The doors close silently and I watch the Thames shrinking beneath me as I look through the glass elevator. One day, I'm going to make him fuck me in that thing. With the Thames beneath me and his cock inside of me. One day… until then we will continue having lunch together on Mondays, Wednesdays and every second Thursday. Mondays in his office, Wednesdays in mine and Thursdays out in a restaurant.
The elevator doors open again and I get greeted by white marble, glass and steel everywhere. It's clean, neat and totally Bolton-style. I turn left at the abstract black and white painting before walking down the long hallway that leads to my husband. I announce my presence with my ten inch Manolo Blahniks, so I am not surprised the see Lucy, his assistant already smiling at me. "Good noon, Mrs. Bolton." Her smile gets smaller as she sees all that I have been carrying, "Do you need a hand?"
I shake my head, "Just open the door and you are free to have your well deserved lunch break." I say, nodding towards the huge closed wooden doors. I am not less excited about the hour I get to spend with my husband than she is doing whatever she wants.
"Of course." Quickly she moves away from her desk before holding the door open for me.
"Food delivery!" I call as I step in. "And a little bit of work for you." I explain holding up the folders. They are filled with paperwork concerning our hospital. I already checked them, but he needs to have a finale look on them as well. I look at Lucy, "Thank you. If you ever get sick of my husband, there's a place at my firm waiting for you." I smile. She's definitely more qualified than the rest of those idiots I had to deal with these past months.
She blushes and chuckles. She has definitely a crush on my husband, but I like her nevertheless. She's doing an excellent job. Has been for over seven years.
"Hey, no stealing!" Troy calls out as he walks over to me.
I hand him the cups of coffee that are still hot. "Just a suggestion."
"Have a nice lunch break, Mr. and Mrs. Bolton." With a small smirk on her lips the blonde assistant disappears.
"I thought you couldn't stand her." He mumbles before we walk over to his desk. I place the folders on it before handing him the bag with lunch.
"I do like her. I never hated her."
"You said - and let me quote that - I'll rip her head off if she ever looks at you again." He narrows his eyes at me before he peeks into the bag, "Italian?"
I nod, "Well, I got used to those looks and I got used to her. She's doing a good job nevertheless."
"That is something I agree on with you." He says before we walk over to his couch. There are already plates, tableware and white wine glasses on the coffee table. The matching bottle is still already open.
"I thought we'd have champagne." I think out loud as he fills the plates with the food that I brought. Gnocchi and Caprese salad.
"I thought we'll save that for the moment you'll keep your assistant for more than four weeks." He smirks at me, "But I'll still fuck you, nonetheless."
I roll my eyes at him as I fill the glasses with a chardonnay from our vineyards. "We'll see about that."
He looks surprised at my answer as he gets seated next to me.
I shrug, "I didn't get my champagne."
"So, I won't get to fuck you?" It doesn't sound logical coming out of his mouth. "Where's the fairness in that?"
I start eating without another word, deciding to let him dwell in his own thoughts for a moment. "About that… the glass private elevator I just used, does it have a camera?"
"No."
"Good."
"Why?" he asks as he starts eating as well.
"Because I just decided that you'll fuck me in there." I add with a smirk on my lips.
He mirrors it, "Really?"
"Yes. And you won't need any champagne for that."
His lips kiss mine softly as I feel him exiting me. I am sitting on his mahogany desk which he swiped clean with one motion. I brush through his chestnut brown hair as I feel his seed dripping out of me as always. Our breaths are synchronical as always. The sex was good, giving us the distraction and orgasm we both needed. But it's nothing to what we experience in our hidden room at home. That is just an over the moon kind of experience. Every single time.
"Do you want to do it now?" He asks me as he bends down to pick up my laced panties.
"Now?" I ask him back as he helps me back into my panties. I feel his warm hands moving up my thighs before placing the fabric back to where it was.
"Yeah."
"In your office?" I hop off the desk. I don't bother to straighten my skirt.
"I mean, I still have one here." He pulls a drawer open.
"How so? I didn't leave any on purpose."
"You forgot your makeup bag the last time you were here." he gets the black padded makeup bag out.
I frown, "I didn't notice."
He raises an eyebrow, "So, you want to do it now or not?" he doesn't even wait for my answer as he opens the zipper of the makeup bag.
I roll my eyes, "I was going to do that later. At home." Where no one could interrupt me.
"We might as well do it here."
"But the door is not locked. What if Lucy comes in... seeing us like that." It didn't bother me when he fucked me a few moments ago but it does concern me now. Somehow it feels even more intimate.
"My assistant is still on lunch break so don't worry about it."
I sigh, "Fine. But I won't tell him or her that she was created in your office then."
He chuckles as he gets out the one-way syringe from the makeup bag. "I'll be quick." I watch him disinfecting a spot on my upper right thigh and I wrap my left leg around his waist so he would be still. He's still in only his white oxford shirt and I can feel his cock coming to life beneath it. "You are evil." He mummers as he quickly injects the needle into my thigh. As he presses down the button, I feel the cocktail making it's way into my body. I bite my lip. This was not how I imagined it would happen. He pulls the needle out of me and I throws it into the trash bin. His fingers carefully massage the spot so it hopefully won't turn into such a colourful hematoma as the rest did. My upper left leg is covered in them.
Suddenly I hear his office door opening and twist my head around.
"Mr. Bolton, I-" his assistant is lost at her words as she sees us. Her boss with his wife's leg wrapped around his waist. In only his white oxford shirt. Thankfully I decided to keep on my black laced bra - and the skirt. We're both half naked. More or less.
I watch Lucy's cheek turning bright red immediately before she walks out without another word, leaving us alone. It looks like we just had sex when we really did something completely different.
"Well then I guess lunch break is over." I unwrap my left leg from his waist and he straightens my black leather skirt for me. I bend to my left and pick up my silk blouse before I start buttoning it.
"Next time we lock that fucking door." He growls as he puts on his pants.
I place a kiss on his cheek and adjust his tie. "Where's the thrill in that?"
"Seven years of work and she never just walked in like that." He mumbles as he puts on his jacket. We're back to business mode.
I shrug as I walk around his desk and pick up my purse, "There's always a first."
"I don't like what she saw."
"Neither do I but I doubt she'll spread the word."
"If she does I'll fire her."
"Good. Then I can finally have her." I smirk before walking to his double doors. "I'll see you at home."
He nods before holding the door open for me, "Yes."
I fondle his left cheek with a smile on my lips, "Goodbye."
"Do you want me to escort you to to the elevator?" he can't hide the dirty smile on his lips.
I feel my body reacting to his words. Seven years of marriage and I still can't get enough of that man. I never will. "No." I can't help but mirror his smile.
"Are you sure? After that you're going to want me even more."
I place my palm on his hard chest, "Careful or else I'm going to drag you back in there. And this time I'll make sure the door is locked." We usually try to stay professional when we're in public - even if it's just in front of his assistant. But at times like these he makes it impossible.
He smirks at me, "Have a great rest day."
I chuckle as I walk away from him, "It can only get better now." I hear him closing his office doors just as I reach Lucy's desk.
Her cheeks are still flushed in the same red, her grey eyes full of embarrassment. "Mrs. Bolton, I am so sorry." she starts.
I lean over her desk, silencing her immediately. "What you just think you saw never happened." The threat in my voice can't be ignored.
She gulps, having fear in her eyes. She's afraid she'll lose her job. Good. She should be. "It's already erased from my memory."
I nod, "Good. And next time you knock first."
Her head moves hefty as if those nods would excuse her action.
"Alright," I say leaning back and putting on a smile, "then we're all clear now. Have a great day, Lucy."
"Yes you, too, Mrs. Bolton."
I turn of the engine in the black Porsche Cayenne before stepping out. My eyes see the white Ferrari and I know my husband is already home with our daughter. It's almost midnight, so she should be asleep now anyways. I won't see her until the next morning. A morning I have to apologize to her. It's been a shitty morning and an even shittier afternoon, causing me to stay in that long. I sigh as I open the front door of our Richmond home. I get greeted by white peonies that are standing in a vase on the round marble table in the foyer. I place my black Chanel purse on it before getting out of my coat. I open the door of our wardrobe and put it back on the hanger. It's a miracle there was no rain on that early autumn day. As I get out of my Blahniks I can feel his eyes watching me. The magnetic bound is still there after seven years of marriage and I don't think it'll go away.
"I know, I am in quite late and I didn't call." I start apologizing in my way as I place the Manolos in the wardrobe before closing the wooden door.
"It's not me you should be apologizing to." he says as I hear his footsteps walking over to me.
I turn around and stop as I see him stoping in front of me. "I know, but the person I should be apologizing to is already asleep." my lips form a thin line as I try to stop the desire from running through my veins. He places his left hand on the door behind me, blocking my exit. He wants a conversation. "But I'm sure she wasn't unhappy when you picked her up from ballet class."
His fingers brush through my hair, "After I got a call from the teacher. She should be your priority."
I gulp, "She is."
"She wasn't today."
I close my eyes as I feel anger building inside of me. "I am not a bad mother!"
"I didn't say that."
I open my eyes and stare in light blue eyes, "But that's what you meant."
He sighs, "You fucked up."
"Like you never fucked up." I start arguing before I duck my head to get away under his arm. But he grabs my wrist nevertheless, telling me that this conversation is not over.
"Gabriella,"
"Don't even get me started, Troy!" I threaten him with clenched teeth as I stare into his eyes. If he keeps pushing me now, he's going to sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. "I am not in the fucking mood to fight with you right now."
His hand lets go of my wrist, telling me he isn't either. "Good."
"Good." I hiss back before rushing into the kitchen. After lunch with my husband I haven't had the chance to eat. Not even a banana or some almonds. I am starving. I open the fridge and get out the cut vegetables and lettuce before making myself a salad. I can feel his glance burning into my back the whole time as I mix the dressing for the salad.
"How was the rest of your day?"
"Not worth talking about." I hiss as I put the dressing on the salad. "You want some?"
"No, already ate with Della."
I bite my lip as I get out a fork. I turn around and see him sitting behind the kitchen island, his orbs carefully watching me. "Was she really that mad?"
He brushes through his chestnut colored hair, "I don't know. I think she understood that work kept you from picking her up. She smiled when she saw me. She loves driving in the white Ferrari more than in the black Porsche."
I can't help but smile. She has inherited her father's love for fast cars. Especially Ferraris. "Careful, I think she won't give that Ferrari out of her hands once she has a driver's license."
He chuckles but his eyes widen anyway. It'll be hard for him to give up that Ferrari.
"I'll make it up to her at the weekend. Swansea would be a good idea. She can watch the stars much better there than here." She's obsessed with astronomy. She can spend hours watching the starts through her telescope and than analyzing the constellations to the tiniest bits.
He nods, "She'll like that."
I continue eating my salad, "How was your day?" I ask between munching on the vegetables. I walk over to him and get seated next to him. This salad was exactly what I needed.
"Better than yours. Lucy kept her distance."
I chuckle as I finish the salad just as fast as I made it.
"Have you even eaten after lunch?"
I shake my head, "One meeting after another. Four conference calls and about 100 e-mails were waiting for me after our lunch. So it's good that I ate those Gnocchi and that Caprese salad."
He shakes his head, "One of those days, huh?"
I shrug in response, he has them as often as I do. "I mean now I have to start looking for an assistant on top of that as well."
He smirks and shakes his head, "I'll ask Lucy if she can recommend someone."
The first chapter of Incomplete! I hope you enjoyed this first glimpse into their lives seven years later.