A bit swearing and references to drug use ahead. Chapter of course is rated M. Thank you for reading.
12:30am. Allure Office. Carla had only just managed to waltz into the office even though half the day was gone and she should have been in ages ago. There was so much work to do; Carla still had to come up with more options as the investors wanted answers. Apparently all the little letters sent out with figures and information was no longer going to fly with a bunch of them. Word was spreading in business circles quicker than wildfire. Daily investors were catching on that that something was amiss with 'Allure'. Situations needed to be rectified or at least pushed under the rug better. If past experience taught Carla anything, she should be busting her balls to figure out any possible way to cover her behind. If anything she should be shitting her pants in fear of the very real possibility of disgruntled shareholders showing up at any moment and threating her, but lately something was changing in her. Those dark and lonely places she found herself in, the sort of feelings that pushed her into this lifestyle to begin with was all finally evaporating and in its place; Carla felt the need to live. But not necessarily in the aimless ways she had lived before, just spending money to have things with no end goal in sight but immediate gratification; she no longer needed money for self-gratification when Liam Connor was available at her beck and call. Every moment spent with him was explosive and she was going through the motions, trying to get her feelings together and live in the moment.
"Mrs. Gordon," shouted the one assistant, a red head named Samantha as Carla stomped past her desk and all the other workplaces in her small office supporting the wayward staff on the way to her own work area, "Mrs. Gordon…Mrs. Gordon?"
When it became clear the girl wouldn't give up Carla finally swung around, cupping her Starbucks coffee in toe with her brand new Hermès bag glaring down at her peasant of a worker, "What?!" she snapped knowing that in the fragile state of this workplace, it probably wasn't a good idea to be making enemies with any of the work staff. But the incessant ringing in her ears, after little sleep and being so late as it was already was making Carla cranky and ready to unleash her 'Queen Bitch', "What do you want you vicious little trollop?"
The poor girl only just started a few months ago and didn't deserve such treatment. Her face paled a bit under Carla's intense glare, taking in deep swallows before uttering, "Your husband Mr. Gordon called…just before you walked in…he said he was cancelling the late lunch planned at 2pm today…apparently contracts are so deep right now he can't leave his office at all for the whole day. He's sorry for it—"
"—Oh I'll bet he is!" Carla just about yelled seething for no other reason than just to be cross with Tony. He had been a right idiot this morning waking her up to yell and demanding to know where the hell she had been all last night. Apparently Liam wasn't the only stalker in town, because Tony made a couple drives by the spare apartment and the Allure Office to see where she could be, knocking those two excuses out of they way before Carla could even bring them up to bat. So thenCarla tried to offer up Leanne but he said he knew for a fact her and Peter were out and about since he had bumped into while he had been hanging with Trevor Dean. Carla basically had no excuses or any way to lie herself out of it so she brought up that he was a neglectful husband, running off to America the past few days and making her so uneasy that she had to go out and have fun. It did little to improve the hostile situation.
Recalling how nervous she was hoping that was a good enough cover for her nightly sex romps with Liam; Carla sighed a breath of relief as Tony disappeared into the bathroom, only for her panic to be reinstated when he returned with her stash of ecstasy pills throwing them in her face and yelling that he couldn't trust her because he assumed she was over acting so immature. Carla couldn't exactly explain why she had them either, that ecstasy made sex with Liam, sex with anyone really all the more wild. In fact she had managed to get her little mirror image of decadent and dangerous behavior, with a little dash of mischief in Liam Connor to take a few pills with her on there second night of craziness together. He was just as wild, just as free a spirit as her and it was so fucking hot. Carla was in such a rage about him finding her other stash, she proceed to call him a whole bunch of insults before running out of energy and hot air and flinging herself back into bed, staying there well past the time Tony left for work.
"Sorry Mrs. Gordon?" Samantha said quite petrified and unable to take the stress of this place.
"I bet he just couldn't wait to cancel on me! He's just angry so he has to play his games," she was talking more to herself now, justifying all the more reasons why it was okay for her to steal his money and cheat. He was always canceling shit on her for his precious little catalogue company, " I don't give a fuck anymore!" she turned away ready to leave when the assistant spoke up again.
"Also a Mr. David Platt called again. He said he was going to burn your car as well as your flat on fire this time around if his wife Kylie don't see the return on all the makeup she invested in. He said he's done it before with other people and isn't afraid. He sounded dead serious Mrs. Gordon…shouldn't I call the police?"
"GOD, DO NOT CALL POLICE!" Carla snapped again, "Whatever you do, do not call the police! We don't want them at our doorstep now do we? Not when we've been talking money from all our investors!"
"Hey now," said her brother Rob rising from his little space scurrying over with his signature smarmy stupid smirk, "don't talk to our Samantha like that."
Carla's eyes burned through him. It was because of his sneaky underhanded ways that they as a company were in this situation right now with Liam. If he hadn't gone and handed over those documents to Michelle Connor like some treacherous corporate spy then Liam in turn wouldn't have blackmailed Carla. And if Liam hadn't blackmailed her then she wouldn't be forced to sneak around on Tony to begin with. The Tony wouldn't be so angry and yelling at her depriving her of much needed sleep, which is what had her in such a state today and caused her to be many hours late. Liam was quite the animal in bed, very vigorous and unrelenting. She was sore all over and though deeply satisfied and actually happy being engaged in a secret tryst, Carla was not one to take responsibility for anything gone wrong in this situation. It was Rob's fault for creating the situation in which Liam could manipulate her and it was also Liam's fault because he could not take no for an answer. Carla was an innocent victim in all of this. Instead of voicing all her hatred towards Rob, she bit her tongue, opting not to expose her brother to any vitriol lest he try use it as an excuse to pull anymore shit on the company.
"Look I have a lot of work to do today," pointing her fingers at the remaining desks housing Tracy and the other assistant, Carla continued, " so don't coming knocking on my door unless it's about important stuff. Just keep to the script Leanne wrote for any of the customers calling about any cosmetics lacking in quality. And if they investors call about their funds, look at the other script and just keep at it! Your jobs are not that hard!" Looking around in utter disappointment, Carla noticed Leanne's desk was empty. Her friend had not shown up for work yet which was too bad because Carla trusted her most with stuffing the envelopes to be mailed out to customers and investors. Glancing at Samantha again she said, "You won't be taking any calls today. I want you on envelope duty! Email me if you have any questions, but only important ones. I have to come up with some solutions," turning on her heels Carla stomped away slamming herself shut inside her cushy office.
Spending about another hour doing some online shopping and booking herself and Leanne in for a spa day; Carla made a few calls inquiring about a new clutch purse that was a must have for spring/summer season. Carla got distracted yet again ordering herself some scarfs and five new pairs of sunglasses. Then she was on the line ordering some perfume, not available on the store website. Finally deciding it was time to get to some of the more serious matters at hand, Carla buckled down.
She had to figure out who else to make contact with in this business world in order to fluctuate her bank accounts and get them flowing again. Fortunately she felt she had happened upon a promising prospect in this one bloke Frank Foster. Having first encountered his profile on plentyoffish, Carla didn't think much of him. He was ickier than the usual sorts inhabiting sugar daddy sites; above the average slime ball in her opinion. All his true and disgusting traits were only amplified with out an unattractive profile pic highlighting his strange unappealing beady eyes. His profile was another story, trying to come off innocent and sweet. Listing all his interests in a clean fashion and saying stupid stuff like 'just looking for love' with accompanied pics showing him in the most posed up and forlorn shots. When he was not looking off into the sunset he was cuddling his heinous excuse for a mother. It was simply intolerable and every moment of clicking through pictures, made Carla want to puke. Her resolve often weakened and she would get all teary eyed just thinking about all the incredibly selfless things she had to do to ensure the safety of the company.
Carla and Leanne split the two profiles between them; her going with the one while Leanne took over the dirty talk on seekingarrangements. This was all fine with Carla since she could play innocent rather well. And the thought of even getting intimate with a smarmy looking toad like Frank was just too much. She may love her money, but even Carla had her limits and had put her foot down. Plus Liam and her were sort of a thing now, or at least Carla thought they were; that being with anyone else would almost be like cheating, forget the fact she was cheating on her own husband. Looking through her own profile she wanted to see if he responded to her 'friendly hello' last message. No response had been left. If Leanne got a response before Carla she would be very shocked. Leanne may be her best friend but her style was boarder line atrocious with countless crimes being commented against fashion daily in some of the tacky get ups her friend wore. Also Carla considered herself to be a unique exotic beauty whereas Leanne was just rather plain and boring it would make no sense for any man to choose Leanne if giving the option of Carla as well. She was ready to go back to her online shopping when a message in her email inbox popped up. Eyes darting, a warm feeling rushed throughout all her body like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush.
To: 'Dirty Backdoor Woman'
From: Detective 'Ben Dover'
Subject: Hello my dirty little back door woman...
Sitting back in her chair, Carla's feet arched a bit as she pulled the keyboard to the edge of her desk. Quickly glancing at door and ensuring it was locked she backspaced a few words, before biting down on her ballpoint pen wondering how the hell she was going to respond. His little nickname for her always inspired such impulsivity, like his personality was rubbing off on her and vice versa; they were becoming all these things they probably shouldn't be to one another. Was it falling in love? Carla tried to tell herself it wasn't because falling in love should feel different from all of this. She wasn't moody and depressed or sick, helplessly lost around him like so many of her friends behaved around men. Liam wasn't exactly like that about Carla either. Rather he was dangerously hot, it was the tingly look of his face, his walk, his smell, those hands, the voice…Liam brought out the true naughty Carla with every part of him. He knew exactly what she wanted and gave her exactly everything she deserved. Carla didn't want to be bored or be told constantly told 'yes' to everything and those fantasies were entertained in his presence. Glancing at her pet name for him Carla turned crimson, biting down on her lower lip and suppressing a few giggles as she remembered its origin.
The day that Carla had snuck into Underworld factory to retrieve her stolen documents, Liam had caught her in the act proceeding to punish her for her naughty sneaky underhanded ways. Carla's eyes flew shut picturing her fingers making circular motions all over the texture of those fake documents. Hunched over, Liam delivered a succession of very hard, ferocious and arousing slaps over her ass cheeks. His hand unrelenting against the tautness of her fabric, Carla was made to repeat back to him the most obscene and downright filthy things as written on the paper before her.
His instructions were delivered in the most indifferent of manners ordering her in gentle whispers to get her face very close to the documents. Everything about him was so cold yet it working off of her, feeding and creating an intensely gratifying scorching hotness with the depths of Carla's body. She was being pushed beyond the normal confines of sexuality. The hardness of his hands took over like a necessary cruelty against the softness of her skin. Even when Carla turned around slightly sometimes in shock at some of the filth he wanted repeated, Liam did not stop. Everything just got rougher, domineering as insatiable want poured out from those crystal blue eyes. It was all the more thrilling, her hands gripping at the sides of the desk…the orgasm was sudden making Carla open her eyes in shock before surrendering as his hand whipped back from one cheek to other. Liam had reached his limit as well with his chest falling into the back of her.
Carla felt his warmth, his breathing so hot and constrained. He smelt of sweet delicious musk and aftershave. The stubble of his cheek brushed up against her ear as he reached around Carla, his hand slid across the table, his thumb gently brushing up against her pinky. Again in deep thralls of ecstasy, flightiness leapt into Carla's throat as the familiar feeling took over…the feeling that only they really understood one another. In the dark and lonely places where they did such crazy things with each other, this the only way they could really express that painful feeling, when the sight and sound of all you desire isn't enough. The aching, the confusion, wanting to know who was going to the first to say, 'I love you'…well Carla wanted him to say it first because she was afraid that if she said first he'd think it just a game. It was better to play games they both understood, it was the only way to save the other from some twisted endless misery. It was silly really and Carla wondered why everything always had to be a game but she knew that games were all they were really good at. If she was looking for a normal love, it wasn't them…nothing about them and this little romance would ever be normal. And maybe that's why she felt so free.
They took a moment to quell their breathing and his chin still rested on her shoulder, Carla tried to come up with words to describe this most amazingly intoxicating feeling, but words failed her. Instead she turned her head slightly, eyes blazing as she looked back into that equally intensely mischievous stare. Shivers down her spine, because she never what exact craziness was lurking beneath those titillating blue eyes; Carla smirked whispering, "Well aren't you a sneaky little detective? Happening upon me in your office like this…telling me to bend over…Detective Ben Dover."
He didn't really say anything, not reveal all his secrets only returning a knowing grin before nuzzling his nose gently with hers and sealing their desire with a passionate burning kiss…'promise me one hot wet deep kiss forever.'
Carla snapped back into the present, her green eyes eagerly scanning the opened message as a small smile formed across her face.
To: Dirty Backdoor woman
I was just thinking of how later I'm going to spank your butt very firmly. I hope it still isn't all bruised from the last time…or maybe I do, haven't really decided yet.
To: Detective Bendover
Proud of your work huh? Just so you know, I couldn't sit properly for days. Tony wanted to know what was wrong with me?
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
Never mind Tony. You know you love it when I smack your little ass around like the naughty woman you are. Now do you want another spanking or not?!
To: Detective Bendover
Well 'Detective Ben Dover' (I was very clever with that euphemism btw) I don't think you should have to ask…maybe you should use a spatula this time around.
To:Dirty Backdoor Woman
hmmm…you like it with cooking things, do you? Are you gonna cook something in the kitchen for me?
To: Detective Bendover
maybe…
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
Main course?
To: Detective Bendover
I'm sure you've worked up a little appetite. I'll need to retrieve a spatula from the drawer…I'm making you breakfast…pancakes.
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
Are you griping it hard and firm?
To: Detective Bendover
Carla: Of course Liam…I mean Ben Dover haha
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
Spin it around in the batter for me. I want long delicate little swirls and then I want you to go a little stronger…really grind it in. Are you grinding it in?
To: Detective Bendover
Oh it's so hard! I'm struggling, it's slipping from my hands…I don't think I can hold on much longer.
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
My hand is gonna have to dig into that tight little ass and hold you firmly in place…now go faster. Get a lot of batter on there
To: Detective Bendover
Oh I am…it's all gooey sticking to everything. Wanna taste? It's with chocolate chip mix…
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
You first…lick the batter off of the head for me. I want to see it sticking to your tongue and I wanna see you swallow it all full.
To: Detective Bendover
My tongues trailing along the side of it slowly…getting little bits
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
Get more. Lick all of it…take it all in your mouth…slow and steady
To: Detective Bendover
Very slow and steady, I am going very slow and steady
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
That's my girl
To: Detective Bendover
Oh my god it's so sticky I can barely hold it all in…gasp! My other hand slipped…dropped the bowl…pancake batter everywhere…all over your shirt. I think you're gonna have to teach me a lesson.
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
I am gonna have to teach you a lesson! You got it everywhere! All over my shirt/ my pants…the floor! What a little dirty little brat you are!
To: Detective Bendover
Throw me up on over the counter and give me a spanking with the spatula!
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
It's coming! I'm going filthy up your clothes! Get batter all over your short little black dress, with heels and a tiny little apron.
To: Detective Bendover
WAIT! I wanna rip off your shirt (the grey button down from the other day) and start licking your nipples. I wanna like some batter off of your chest.
To: Dirty Backdoor Woman
That would be so fucking sexy! I could grab you firmly down there and bite on your neck while your doing it.
To: Detective Bendover
mmmmhmm… and while you are grabbing me, I'll use one hand to grip your junk and the other to pull your hair. Then you'll start to get hard and move my tongue down all they way and kiss your cut lines...oooh I'm biting in now. I don't much like the taste of pancake batter, I rather taste some of you instead…I'm drawing blood…oh it that hurting you 'Ben Dover'? —I ...Hold on a second, someone's at my door.
Carla was a bit irritated glancing up from her computer screen to see Leanne standing in the glass pane of her office doorway, only giving the door one gentle knock before deciding to barge in unannounced. Carla's grin and euphoric high from all those kinky exchanges quickly vanished as Leanne made herself comfortable closing the door and sitting down in the chair opposite of Carla. Carla quickly sent one last message
To: Detective Bendover
Sorry Ben Dover…will be switching to mobile shortly. Have visitor atm. Please wait around for me. Promise to be a very good boy xx
"Sorry I know you must be really busy—" Leanne started up
"—It's no problem," Carla said quickly minimizing her chat and glancing up from her screen, "What's up?"
"Leonna the solicitor has been on my ass all morning about those documents! She still can't believe you didn't find them. In fact she seems to suspect your hiding about Liam from her."
" And why the fuck would I do that for?" Carla rolled her eyes irriated she opened up her browser deciding to do some more online shopping to calm nerves. Hoping that if she appeared disinterested enough, Leanne would take the hint and leave so she could get back to her dirtying IM'ing with Liam. "That stupid bitch name Rosie obviously wasn't competent enough! I don't know why Leonna is bitching to you about this when we didn't even up paying that useless excuse for a mole."
" Surely you could work your charms on him or something though. Oh and she must of given Liam Connor a heads up—"
"—Obviously," Carla said getting impatient already with the whole conversation, much preferring to get back to chatting with gorgeous Liam. Running her fingers through her long black hair, she shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "but not like it matters now. I'll find another way, I always do. He has it hidden somewhere in Underworld, he probably made copies of it all saving it on flash drive too. Maybe we just have to hack into his system. "
"How? We barely have that much money left. We can't afford to be hiring any hackers. Why don't make this easy and you seduce him and take compromising photos or something to go along with the stalking card," Leanne muttered.
"Well I don't know probably because a person by someone is unlikely to be screwing her stalker and then photos of it for proof. Why not just throw the whole case out the window before we file the charges."
"You're already screwing him," Leanne rolled her eyes, "You were gone to the loo for over forty minutes that night at the restaurant."
"Oh and you must have told Tony about this, didn't you?" Carla snapped just thinking back to Tony's uncharacteristically suspicious behavior from earlier in the morning, "He cancelled stupid lunch plans on me choosing to stay holed up in his office because stupid contracts. He's so busy now…fucking baby."
"So you don't deny it then?"
"Deny what?"
"Liam."
"There is nothing to deny because nothing happened," Carla looked bold face into her friend's eyes and lied.
"—You don't sound very certain," Leanne's eyes went into little slits like how they got when her mind was brewing thoughts and ideas, "you don't seem very certain of this fact at all…"
"Oh fuck off," Carla snapped wanting to deflect since everyone was riding up her behind all day with stupid suspicions. First it was Tony calling her out over her stash of pills and whereabouts last night and now Leanne was trying to make connections that were none of her business.
Leanne continued to take few sips of her brew looking around Carla's office absentmindedly like this was some social visit, "Calm down Carla. I was only asking since Tony breathed down mine and Peter's neck all last night…he ruined our evening…it was such a strange evening actually…"
"I'll bet it was," Carla glanced impatiently at her computer screen, "Peter is a strange drunk," she smirked easing up her body and putting her fingers back to her computers keys hoping Leanne got the hint.
"No not that," Leanne looked off in another, "I mean yeah, Peter is usually drunk but this is about your Tony actually…I don't know he seemed a bit off. Actually that's one the main reasons I came in here to chat with you. Also because I went and picked this up for you," reaching into her purse, Leanne retrieved a small package handing it over to Carla.
Carla recognized it instantly as the necklace she had to go get repaired at the jeweler shops. She had forgotten about it long ago so it was thing Leanne remembered to retrieve it for her, "Thank you," she said feeling a bit guilty for being so bitchy when Leanne was the only one who had her back one hundred percent in most things, "I forgot about this. How much do I owe you?"
"I know," Leanne gave her friend a playful smirk, "and don't worry about it. The jewelers was on way back from a breakfast date with one of our rich potential squeezes so I thought why not pick it up."
" Oh so that's where you were this morning. I came in an noticed your seat empty. You managed a date with Foster already then?"
"It was a different option, this one…turns out I dated his son once and also had a fling with the actual man in the past. He used a fake name, how was I supposed to know? Anyways it felt a little awkward since he could pretty much deduce my motives."
"Well it figures," Carla snorted, "He's on a fucking sugar daddies website! What does he expect?"
"I don't know," Leanne laughed momentarily covering her face in embarrassment before looking back up and continuing on, "anyways back on track— I was on my way out of the jewelers shop and just strolling along the sidewalk , window shopping and minding my own business when who do I see?"
"I don't know who do you see?" Carla rolled her eyes, "quickly retrieving her mobile from her purse and sending Liam a quick text before glancing back up.
"Your husband with Trevor Dean…again. Honestly Carla I didn't know they were even that good of mates…even last night…"
"What?" Carla didn't care that Tony was out with Trevor Dean she just cared that he lied and cancelled lunch on her claiming he was all busy when he was really not, "That bastard lied to me! He said he was gonna be in the office all day! What a liar and a sneak—"
"—like sneaking around on you? Cheating?" Leanne probed uncomfortably, "you think so?"
"NO! Did I stutter? I meant like lying about where he was going to be today! Oh I bet you he's just venting to Trevor about me, trying to gain a sympathetic ear! But who fucking cares anyways," Carla was stressed out enough, she didn't need other people giving Tony advice on divorce (not that she thought Trevor would ever do that) when she was almost in financial ruins
"I don't know Carla...I observed them…it was a strangely intense heated discussion. I hid of course because I didn't disturb anything or interrupt."
"Whatever!" Carla fumed ready to pout. Tony better not be falling out of love with her, she needed his money and the familiarity of their dynamics. The possibility of him walking out was too much to bear and even the fact that he lied to her today was quite hurtful. Carla snapped out of her dark cloudy mood, not wanting Leanne to think there was trouble in paradise. "Anyways I have work to do," Carla's blood was on a low simmer endanger of boiling over if Leanne spent another second in this office. There was only one person who could calm her down right now.
"Alright I'll leave you to it. By the way Frank Foster actually did replied on my profile…wants drinks later today, how bout yours?"
"Not yet," Carla said already glancing back at her monitor," but I'm not all that bothered as long as you keep working at him. Right now I have work to do so please shut the door on your way out."
"Okay, okay I am leaving. I can take a hint. I know when I am not wanted," Leanne gathered her purse and coffee cup up leaving the room and shutting the door silently.
Carla grabbed for her mobile immediately pressing send on Liam's number waiting anxiously as the dial tone went through. She needed to hear the sound of his voice to calm her nerves down, as strange as it was since he was the cause of so much shit going on right now but Carla's head was messed like that. She needed to shove thoughts of Tony potentially planning anything from divorce to rehab at the moment since he did not seem to understand that Carla used ecstasy recreationally and was not an addict. If he put her in rehab he might uncover all sorts of crap and then leave her in that place high and drive. Carla was on the verge of an emotional breakdown right now.
"I was wondering when you were gonna call," his voice velvety making her whole body grow warm all over as her heart beat accelerated.
"I am so happy to hear your voice right now," Carla practically blurted out kicking herself as soon as the words had been uttered. But then she thought to herself why not just say what she was feeling for once. For first time all day it was like she could actually breathe.
"Really?" Carla could practically picture Liam grinning like a cocky bastard on the end, "Whoever thought you'd utter those words. Must have some sick preoccupation with torturing yourself," his voice had become a drawl.
"And why do you say that?" Carla whispered back into her mobile crossing legs as spun in her chair looking out the office window.
"I practically own you…and you like it, don't you?"
Carla let out a slight laugh; he was becoming quite cocky with himself and getting a little to comfortable for her liking. He needed to be reminded of the fact that no one forced her to do anything she didn't already enjoy doing, "I hate you and you disgust me…get the picture."
"Didn't sound like it last night. You went on for hours if I recall."
"Don't flatter yourself darling."
"Why don't you just admit it already. I going to punish you for it later. Just admit—"
"—Fine," Carla growled back, "I do find some excruciating pleasure in seeing you from time to time, even though your trying to blackmail me and causing my company a lot unwarranted attention. Are you happy now?"
"I suppose…"
"Good. I only just that because I'm bored and I want you to entertain me…I didn't mean a word. It's just a game…I hate to lose."
"And what would be without our little games?"
"Honestly I don't know how long we'd last without them…" it was sort of a leading statement on Carla's part, she was waiting for him to say it wasn't all about sex.
"I agree," there was a long pause before Liam added, "I mean we're better off being...well whatever it is we are really. Anyways," he said changing the subject abruptly, "what are you wearing?"
Carla honestly wasn't expecting that. He had practically been obsessed with her, stalking her like a mad man for weeks until he finally caught her. It was so infuriating. This is what she was talking about; this is why she always had to be the one to cave last in any relationship. She had given in too quickly to all his kinkiness and now he was walking around all aloof acting like she was disposable. A typical man really, the sort who seemed to only want a woman badly when they couldn't have her. Carla was relieved she never voiced any feelings of romantic inclinations towards Liam out in the open, "What?" Carla finally found her voice, replying irritated.
"I said what are you wearing?" Liam repeated oblivious to the fact that Carla was stewing.
"None your business," Carla was biting her tongue no longer in the mood for their kinky games, her eyes were like slits staring at her computer screen but imagining instead of the monitor an image of Liam Connor as target practice for her to unleash all her pent anger out on later.
"What's wrong with you? Tell me what your wearing…what type of knickers do you have one?"
Carla was over this right now. But she had to remember that she could not afford to lose the game. She was going to mind fuck the shit out of him and then pull this whole relationship out from under his feet, the stupid fucker. No one beat Carla at her own game. Raising her voice an octave higher for some sugary sweet sex talk she was ready to up the stakes, "hmmmm," she moaned, "black lace…with a little purple in there. I don't think you've seen these ones before."
"Describe them to me…go into detail, what do they feel against your skin?"
Carla rolled her eyes before putting on her baby voice, "Oh god they feel amazing! They're riding up my ass right now...sticking to my skin," she got up ensure the blinds were probably closed in office before sitting back down and continuing, "I think I want you to come tear them off of me...with a pair scissors maybe?"
"Are your legs opened? I want you to open your legs up and take them off—" his voice was getting more husky.
"I beat you to punch," Carla lied, her knickers were not off and her legs remained crossed, "What do you want me to do next?"
"Run them threw your fingers and scrunch them up into a little ball…I wanna you bite down on them and put them in your mouth."
"Hmmmmm," Carla was laughing to herself, Liam was one crazy ass horny freak "Oh," she made over the top gagging noises before sighing and cutting the mood abruptly off, "Well that was fun. I'd much rather see you in person though. Are you busy?"
"You're no fun today. We were just in the middle of something good," he moped, "Everyone's on lunch…somebody's last day today so they get an extra long lunch to celebrate."
"I wanna see you," Carla smirked opening her desk drawers and grinning as she happened upon a pair of handcuffs. He had been doing all the punishing lately now it was her turn. Liam could not forget who the hell he was dealing with, she told herself that all this anger was coming up for the sake of the company but really she was just pissed he hadn't given her all the answers she wanted. He was just treating her like a piece of meat and now she was gonna do the same. She wanted to hurt him like he hurt her just now. There was a long silence, so she crooned, "pretty please?" Something was definitely up with this bastard today, usually he'd be jumping at an opportunity to see her since he no longer had to stalk to see the goods.
"I'm a bit busy—"
"—Really?" Carla interrupted, "You weren't all that busy for an IM chat just a while ago and you also weren't too busy this little talk right now."
"By time you get here, you'll have to back because everyone will have been back already…and the staff talk."
Carla didn't believe this answer. She could tell when he was lying, he wasn't as deceitful as he thought. "We could go to a hotel? You could get away for the afternoon?"
"Hmmm—maybe...we'll see. Actually I don't think so Carla."
"What's wrong Liam?" Just then an email popped up on her screen, it was from her solicitor Leonna.
To: Carla Gordon
From: Leonna Collier
Subject: URGENT!
Carla was about to phone it in somemore with her baby voice acting all concerned and worried until her eyes zoomed in on the content of the email and her jaw dropped. Carla almost dropped her phone, there was a commotion outside her door as it flew open her assistant Samantha was at her feet.
"Mrs. Gordon!"
"Mr. Connor," Carla said biting down on her tongue trying to keep calm and collected even though her insides were shaking like a volcano, "I'm going to have to call you back." She didn't wait for a reply pressing end and throttling her phone across the desk in anger before exploding as she glanced back at the email, "FUCK!" she was ready to scream at the top of her lungs so she was so angry, Carla could hit someone, "FUCK HIM!"
"Oh so you've received the message then?" her red head assistant blushed, "Mrs. Leonna Collier called. She said to hold your horses and not do anything stupid. His solicitor, Mrs. Pardo-Gascoyne just emailed her informing—"
"I KNOW!" Carla shouted, "I CAN FUCKING READ! That fucking bastard is gonna pay!" Carla was livid seething, she could very well cut off Liam Connor's balls right now. He was the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth. And just look at him walking around all hot and smug like he was morally superior. Taking every opportunity to fuck her except today, well it was no surprise why. The little bitch wasn't man enough to face her after he had just done her completely dirty. What a stupid asshole and sneakily little bastard he was. He didn't wait for her turn around, he was perfectly okay just staring her in the face as he stabbed away. Her feelings for him had plummeted from intense lust, from the possibly of love now into an intense rage, full of hatred.
"Mrs. Leonna Collier says to sit still until she arrives. You don't want to risk any extra charges. She knows you get heated—"
"Like hell I am! LIKE HELL I AM FUCKING GONNA SIT STILL FOR ANYONE!"
"She needs to talk to you though about all the necessary next steps of which to proceed with the lawsuit and possible fraud charges. You'll have to talk to your husband, he'll be getting the news soon. Mrs. Gordon—Mrs. Gordon!"
Carla was no longer listening. Grabbing her bag and the pair of handcuffs, she shoved past the assistant out and down into the hallway; her destination flashing in front of her eyes like a blinding but guiding light. Making sure to give her brother the bird, Carla continued on in step outside. Flagging down a cabbie, she wasn't going to be letting the bastard have any sign of her arrival; Carla flopped down into the back seat glaring out the window as the cabbie sped away from Samantha's hopeless pursuing figure. Carla wanted to laugh, she could laugh because it was such a fucking good joke. Oh Liam Connor had played her well hadn't he? She would have almost admired his game if it had been anyone else, but he played her heart like a fiddle, sleeping around with her, letting her think she had control over this seduction; knowing full well that he always intended to bring forth the charges , it didn't matter what she said, because his mind had already been made up long before she presented the option. It just so happened he was very persuasive about having his cake and eating it too. A despicably gorgeous looking bastard, the worst of his kind.
Little did Liam know Carla did not give up the game that easily. He probably didn't think that she knew yet from the way she had been behaving on the phone, probably thought she was still completely in all the way with him. Everything in his mind made him believe that Carla thought things were going good and bright in their relationship; which meant the surprise she had in store would be extra good. She was going mind fuck the shit out of him and fuck him in every possible way, before tying him up and leaving him in compromising position for all his stupid employees could discover him in later. That ensure Carla would have the last laugh. They had an hour to spear to themselves so Liam had better beware; just when he thought things were so amazing, going his way and that she was completely clueless…
"Underworld please," Carla said smirking anticipating the unleashing her doom upon him. Obviously his mother never taught him that ' hell hath have no fury like a woman scorned', "Take me to Underworld" she threw on a pair sunglasses, relaxing back in her seat.
...Hatred was born in plain sight, creeping out into seemingly bright and open spaces.