Hello, darlings!
This is a story I've had on my Wattpad for a while now, and I thought to get more views, I could post it on here!
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This IS a Derek Hale/OC fanfic, and I own none of the characters in the story except Ana, Nikki, and Justin!
Ana POV:
"AnaBella Beaumont?" A woman at the front desk called my name, her jaw smacking the gum loudly in her mouth. I stood up, straightening my tight skirt and hoping I wasn't showing too much. I wasn't much for showing skin, but this was a job interview.
I waved my hand softly at the woman, walking up to the desk and smiling. She grinned sweetly back at me, extending her manicured hand. I placed my less impressive hand in hers and gently shook up and down.
"Nice you meet you, AnaBella." Her smile never faultered as she released my hand to gather some files. As she flipped through the various piles of paperwork, I looked around at the rather large office building I had found myself in; the white walls matched the smooth tile floor under my matte black pumps. Damn you, Lillian, I mentally cursed my best friend for making me wear these wretched things. Something about how I needed to feel sexy. Whatever... There were large windows on every wall as I looked down on the busy streets of New York City. Hale Inc. was a rather large magazine company that partnered with GQ, Sports Illustrated, and a bunch of other magazines. I was looking forward to actually applying for a job here.
"Alright, let's go conduct your interview! I'm Heidi, by the way!" The woman from the front desk smile brightly as she ushered me down a hall. I was speeding by all of the warm bodies as lunch hour rushed in. I wasn't paying attention when I smacked into a hard, warm body before hands quickly gripped my forearms to keep me stable. I wobbled in my heels, taking a deep breathe as a stray hair that came out of my band flew into my eye. I blew it away with a quick breath of air. I looked up as the hands pressed a bit harder into my arms; the feeling was comforting and made the skin feel warm and tingly. I snagged my bottom lip between my teeth before looking up at my savior.
My jaw nearly dropped when I saw who had rescued me from a black eye and bruised nose. There in front of me was an Adonis himself; sexy, ruffled black hair jetting out in all directions, a strong defined jaw, perfect nose, with lips to match. His hypnotizing green eyes caught my attention, the lines around them crinkling as he half-smiled at me. I immediately felt the blood in my body rush to my cheeks and I sucked in a breath of air.
"You alright?" his voice spoke and sent shivers down my spine. I could see he had about a few days worth of stubble across his sexy jaw, and I subconciously licked my lips. For some reason, the words, 'Yeah, I'm alright,' couldn't come out my mouth. I nodded slowly before he pushed me back on my feet. I quietly thanked him; I wasn't sure if he heard me, but he chucked softly. I looked up at him for a split second before I heard my name being called by Heidi. He nodded his head excusing me before running or walking a bit faster than normal after the brunette woman with the files.
"So, what got you distracted?" Heidi laughed as she led me into a smaller office a little ways down the hallway. It was quiet in here, which I liked a lot more than the noisy lunch time rush in the lobby.
"Oh, nothing. I slipped a bit, but I caught myself," I whispered quietly before I took a seat in the chair in front of her desk. She nodded, winking slyly and sitting down in her swivily chair, opening her files. She organized them all with her overly complicated nails, then spit out her gum rather quickly.
"So, AnaBelle-"
"You can call me Ana," I spoke quietly and smiled softly. She nodded her head before continuing.
"Okay, Ana, what made you want this job? You seem more than qualified. Your resumee says you have your degrees in Literature and Journalism."
"Yes, I've graduated from NYU not too long ago. The reason I want this job is because I really think it will do me a world of good to work up myself in the company, or at least give me experience," I babbled on as she intently listened to me. The series of questions seemed to go on forever, but eventually she finished the interview. Her smile grew wide as she stood up, extending her had and shaking my own quickly.
"Congratulations, Miss Beaumont. You have the job. You start on Monday!" mentally high fived myself. I was a woman fresh out of college getting her life together and being able to snag a job a short few weeks after graduation was amazing in my book.
"Thank you! See you Monday!" She nodded before the phone rang, she motioned to me that I was free to go.
"Yes, Mr. Hale?" Heidi chimed up at whoever was on the line with her. I gathered as many belongings as I had, and quickly made haste to catch a cab outside.
As soon as I pushed out of the glass doors, the busy streets of New York City blared through my ears. I sighed hearing the yelling and the honking, then I tried for a cab. Every single last one the cabs ignored my silent pleas.
"Fancy seeing you again," a familiar silky voice flooded my brain. I quickly looked to my right to see Mr. Adonis himself. His half smile was endearing and fit his looks well. I subconsciously licked my lips, then automatically looked down to hide the searing red blush that creeped up my cheeks.
"Yeah," I choked out quickly, making sure I didn't make a fool of myself. My hands twitched nervously, almost as if they wanted to reach out and stroke Adonis's scruffy, and sexy, strong jaw.
"Trouble catching a cab?" I heard is weight shift and his body heat radiating off of him and onto me. I looked up at him, his smile a bit wider in amusement. I nodded my head softly, still too nervous to speak to this demi-god. I hands were shaking so terribly at this point, so I just clutched them together. "I'm Derek, by the way."
"Ana," I squeaked out as he held his hand out to signal a cab. He chuckled softly as my face turned beet red.
"You have quite a beautiful name, Ana," Derek winked softly as a cabs kept passing by. He eventually gave up and waited for the cab to come to him. I whimpered my thank you, and I turned my attention to the road.
"A beautiful name to match a beautiful woman." I could hear the excitement in his voice. He knew what he was doing, but I didn't mind. It wasn't everyday that a sex god would flirt with me. "You can talk to me, you know. I don't bite... Unless you're into that sort of thing." His laughter rang through my ears, and my eyes shot to his. Somehow I knew he was telling the truth, but I let go as I felt a bit of wetness pool between my legs. He stared back at me, licking his lips once before adjusting his tie.
"People are unpredictable." My words slipped out before I could finish the dam. Derek looked at me, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow to match his beautiful manly features. Was I flirting back? I was never good at flirting, but it looked like it was working.
"You're right. Some people may do things they haven't before... Just to see what it feels like. Others... Well... They like to socialize because they are alone all the time." His explanation was true, but I wondered who or what he was referring to.
"Interesting thought," I agreed, nodded my head quickly. I heard an annoying ringing; his phone was ringing off the hook. He ignored the persistent ringing, still paying attention to my every movement. I looked at him, puzzled that he was ignoring his phone.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" I snapped him out of his daze. He blinked rapidly and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his clean and crisp black jacket.
"Damnit," he growled deeply within his chest as he took a look at the screen. He then slid the panel to send the call to voicemail. Derek's growl made me shiver a bit, but I didn't let him see that; for some reason, he knew what kind of effect it had on me. "People never leave me alone."
"Oh," I rubbed my arm for warmth as I pulled my jacket closer to my curvy frame. Derek raised an eyebrow, then shook his head.
"I didn't mean you," he chuckled softly before putting his phone back in his pocket. "Trust me, I'm rather enjoying your company. Maybe enough to take you out to lunch? My treat."
I looked at him quickly, wide-eyed. He was asking me out? What the hell kind of sick joke is this world playing on me.
"Uh, I- um," I hesitated, caught of guard by his question.I'd eat him for lunch. His smile brightened as I hesitated from his burst of confidence. Gosh, he was gorgeous. I examined him more, and the only thing I could think of was running my fingers through his dark black, messy hair and nipping on his jaw. The thought sent shivers down my spine.
"How about you think about it?" he asked, giving me a card. I didn't have time to look at it before he ushered me into a cab, waving goodbye.
Monday
Today was my first day working for the Executive of Hale Inc. I had no clue who my boss was and I was supposed to be getting his coffee: creamer, sugar, and a tad bit of cocoa. At least this man wasn't bland. I quickly got the coffee from a small coffee a few streets away from the office building, trudging my way through the heavy crowds of people. My skirt continued to ride up, forcing me to pull it down every few seconds. My black pumps clicked furiously across the pavement of the sidewalk.
"Need some help?" A voice said beside me. I looked up to see a man in a black suit; he was tall, but lanky in a cute way. His hair was short, but still sort of messy and brown. His boyish cute features made me smile and I shook my head.
"No, thanks." I smile sweetly at him, and he nodded. He quickly shoved his hands in the pockets of his slacks.
"Headed to the good ol' Hale Incorporated?" he laughed, his shoulders moving as he kept up with my strides.
"Yeah, how did you know?" I looked at him as a woman slipped between us to walk opposite of us. Rude.
"I know that Mr. Hale has a new assistant, and that he likes his coffee from that little cafe back there," he quirked, licking his lips nervously. This man didn't seem much younger than me, but he was definitely still in college. "I'm his intern."
"Oh! Yeah, I haven't quite got to meet him yet. My name is Ana," I smile, offering out my hand as we reached the office building, him holding the door open for me. He took my hand, shaking it lightly, being considerate of me holding my boss's coffee.
"Stiles. Nice to meet you, Ana." Stiles, what an odd name. Anything can happen in New York City. We walked into one of the large elevators at the center of the lobby, the doors opening to reveal only a few people. As they exited, we went in. I supposed Stiles knew what floor we were on because he just clicked the button to the top floor, ninth I believe, and closed the doors.
Eventually the ding rang on the elevator to signal our arrival. I pushed my hair out of my face before I exited before him.
"You know what, Mr. Hale? I've had it up to here with your shit. I'm going the hell home and I better not see you there for at least another five hours. I hope you're fucking happy, you bastard!" I heard a very high pitched voice screaming from across the office. Of couse, all of the people in the main lobby of the office was looking in the direction of the voice.
"Oh, shit. Nikki's here," Stiles sighed as he pulled me over to the side. I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as to why he pulled me over to the side. "Your boss's bitch of a wife. No clue why he stays with her. She's so fucking needy."
"Oh," I simply replied as I felt the wrath of the scorned woman enter the lobby, heels clicking and overly expensive Coach bag in hand. She was model worthy gorgeous, but seemed to have an attitude problem. She threw down some papers on one of the secretary's desks, her blood red lips turned down into an angry frown.
"Tell him he can go fuck himself because I'm not doing it." That was all she said before she pushed past me angrily and got on the elevator. I let out a huff of air as the atmosphere in the room changed from its current state of scorn.
"She's something else," I whispered softly to Stiles. He laughed quietly to me before extending his arm to allow me to go first down the hall.
"He's right through that door, and knock first. He's probably in a bad mood," he warned me, and I simply nodded. I passed muliple doors on my way to the one down the hall. I sucked in a breath of air before knocking. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before I finally got a response.
"Come in, and make it fucking quick," a velvety voice that sounded oddly familiar growled through the door. I placed my hand on the knob before twisting.
My air caught in my throat, and the pressure on my chest began to burn. I looked into the green eyes of my own personal Adonis.
"What the hell?" I mumbled as I stood frozen in place. My feet felt like they were made of concrete, and I wasn't going anywhere.
"Well, good morning to you, too, Ana." His smile crooked upward slightly, and I stood there dumbfounded. He's been dragging me along since three days ago and failed to mention he was my boss and he was married?!
"You're fucking married?" I whisper-yelled in his direction. I furrowed my eyebrows, angry at the fact that he flirted with me. I looked down at his left ring finger and to my surprise, I didn't find a band on his finger.
"Language, Miss Beaumont. Such terrible vocabulary shouldn't come out of a beautiful lady like yourself," Derek spoke as he got up, fixing his black tie, then straightening out his jacket. "I'll take my coffee now," he walked over to me, grabbing the coffee from my hand, our fingers barely brushing. That was enough to shock to make me pull back. The simple gestures sent shivers all over my body and straight between my legs. "Thank you, Ana."
"There you go again. Listen, Mr. Hale... I really don't think you should be flirting with me. You're married, and I don't feel comfortable with this," I mumbled as I fixed my skirt that was sliding up. His eyes shifted to where I was fixing my skirt, and he licked his lips. My body was on fire, but I couldn't put it out.
But he could!
My mind was off the fritz. What the hell was my alter ego thinking when she thought it was a good idea to sleep with a married man?
They were just fighting... And it's not your brain speaking, it's your-
"Is that what you count as flirtation, Miss Beaumont? A nice gesture, being kind to people?" He looked back up at my face, his gorgeous green eyes piercing mine. I gulped quickly, pushing a stray hair behind my ear nervously. For some reason, him being just kind wasn't his true intentions, but I wasn't going to pry him for answers. "My marriage is no one's concern. If I'm unhappy, I'm unhappy. There's no fixing things. Nicole is her own person and can do as she pleases. Same for me."
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He winked at me before reaching behind me and closing his office door. "W-what-"
He shook his head, still adorning me with that amazing smile. His body creeped up behind mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. The warmth was extremely inviting, and I let out a sigh. His chest pressed up against my back, and pushed my hair softly to one side of my neck, craning his neck so he could whisper in my ear. "I'm going to tell you what your job consists of," his breath ran down my neck, and I shivered in delight. "Whatever I say, goes. If I tell you to jump, you ask 'how high.' If you please me, your good work will come with a reward."
"What kind of reward?" I nervously asked as his hand trailed over my hips, lightly circling my covered skin. He pulled me back into him and I immediate felt his erection straining through his slacks. I made him like this? No, no. He must have something else on his mind.
"We'll have to see, won't we? It won't be much of a surprise if I tell you now, will it?" He chuckled softly in my ear, his lips dangerously close to my ear. He's married, he's married. Shut up, I'm enjoying this! Plus he and his wife don't seem to be getting along. My thoughts were immediately closed off when his lips grazed the side of my neck, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
"D-Derek, we sh-shouldn't be doing this," I whimpered as his lips trailed down to the juncture between my shoulder and neck. Then, he slightly tugged on the fabric that was on my shoulder, exposing the flesh to his eyes. He growled in response. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and ears. Derek just growled again. I wonder if this is a habit of his.
His lips attached themselves to the flesh of my shoulder, kissing and caressing the skin before he started to suck on it. The gesture earned a soft, almost inaudible, moan from me. My noise seemed to excite him further as the pressure on my shoulder became stronger. The grip he had on my hips tightened as well.
Ring, ring, ring. The phone in his office was going off, and a growl ripped passed his lips. The growl wasn't a pleasurable one from before; this one was irritated, and it scared me. He released my skin from his lips and laid one last peck on my shoulder before pulling away.
"Stay right here," Derek said as he pulled my sleeve over the hickey he had left on my shoulder. I was still in a frozen state, so I barely nodded before catching my breath. He walked over to his desk, sat down in his chair, and picked up the phone angrily.
"What?" His words came out as a scorn, so unlike him minutes ago. "No, Nicole. I really could care less. You're the one who storms into my office, acting like a complete bitch from hell. I won't be home tonight, so don't bother calling me back." He hung up the phone before she could respond. He put his head in his hands, then ran his fingers through his gorgeous hair, huffing angrily. I pursed my lips, thinking I should probably leave since he was in a bad mood. I fixed myself up before finally unfreezing myself from the floor. I took a step before he spoke up. "No, don't leave." I turned around to look at him, raising an eyebrow. I stood in place, waiting for him to speak, but he never did. He gripped his hair tightly, showing obvious signs that he was upset.
"Is everything okay?" I said softly, running my fingers through my blonde curls. Derek shook his head and started to laugh softly.
"Not really. Not when my wife is a bitch, and I just want her to disappear," he looked up at me, running his tongue over his teeth in frustration. He picked up his coffee, taking a big gulp before putting it back down. I remained silent, not wanting to make him any more angry.
"I think I'm just going to go," I said as I turned on my heel slowly. Before I knew it, his hand was gripping my wrist comfortingly. I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him.
"You still haven't told me if you'd accompany me to lunch," he spoke softly, his half smile returning on his face as if nothing happened. He pulled me flush against his body, my breasts squished against his chest, a delicious feeling. I gulped and stared into his beautiful green eyes, his looking right into mine. The hand that wasn't gripping my wrist skimmed from my waist up my rips and to the side of my breasts.
I couldn't take anymore teasing. I stopped caring if he was married. He obviously didn't care either, and he couldn't stand his wife. I knew this was wrong, but I no longer seemed to care. Ana, take some damn risks in your life. This man is obviously attracted you, so show some interest back. Plus, he's freaking gorgeous, and I bet he's amazing in bed.
My hormones were out of control, but they were taking over me.
"When and where?" I asked confidently. His smile brightened, then turned wicked, like he was a predator and I was his prey. Something about that smile excited me more, but also scared me.