Christmas With the CEO

Jack Hartley

Chapter 5- Jack Hartley

When we arrived back at our apartment, I headed straight for my bedroom. I wanted nothing more than to be alone and process what on earth had just happened at that club. To my dismay Christian yelled “oh no no you don’t, sit your ass down while I make coffee and order pizza.” He ordered, I spun around lazily to face him and feigned a look of exhaustion. “Christian it’s like 3am, I’m tired I don’t want…” I started but he instantly cut me off. “Sit down Mia, and turn the tv on.”

I was too overwhelmed to argue, I walked over to the grey couch that sat in the middle of the room while Christian busied himself in the kitchen. I slumped on it, the reality of the day hitting me like a ice cold bath. I was jobless, almost taken advantage of, then kissed some random guy called Jack and then for some reason got hounded by paparazzi. “This has been the weirdest and worst day of my life” I groaned as I lay myself down dramatically, the remote sat on the glass coffee table. I reached for it and turned it on just as Christian brought me over a huge mug of coffee. “Drink this, you’re gunna need it.” He said as he set it down on the coaster. I gave him a look of confusion as I sat up, I reached for the mug and took a sip as the theme song to Christians favourite gossip news show echoed loudly in the room, he was right I did need this. Just as my mind began to wonder back to the kiss me and Jack shared the reporters voice caught my attention.

“Hi my name is Ashley March and I'm here to bring you the latest celeb gossip. This one is hot off of the press, and we’re the first to grab the exclusive report that our favourite Playboy billionaire- Jack Hartley has been spotted with an unknown female sharing a less than PG-13 kiss at one of the city’s hottest clubs.” I spat my coffee out loudly as a photo of me and Jack was brought up onto the screen. “WHAT THE f**k?!” I screamed! “Girl I tried to tell you but you were all googoo eyed at Mr handsome…” Christian said calmly as he sipped his coffee and crossed his legs.

I stood up from the couch, my eyes wide and glued to the TV as the cringy picture was finally taken down and it cut back to the reporter. “The question on everyone’s lips is who is this mystery girl, and what will happen between Jack & Paris now? Is their rumoured engagement now called off? Stay tuned to find out more.”

My stomach dropped as Christian turned off the TV, of course he’s engaged. So one stupid drunken mistake now made me a home wrecker, as if I could sink any lower.

Before I could carry on my spiral of depression the doorbell rang, “That’ll be the pizza!” Said Christian as he hopped up to go and answer it. I was stood still as a statue, in shock and staring off into space. How could I let myself get involved like that with a man I barley knew?! I sat myself back down just as Christian put a plate of hot pizza onto my lap “Eat, it’ll help.” He ordered as he devoured a piece himself.

“I’m a home wrecker.” I said out loud defeatedly. “Oh honey, you’re not a home wrecker! You didn’t even know who he was and you were drunk! Cut yourself some slack!”

“I'm just going to go to bed, I need to process.”

“Okay, but promise me you’re not going to beat yourself up? You’ll probably never bump into him again and all of this will blow over. I mean the guy has a different girl every other week!”. I shot him a warning look, that last part did not make me feel better in the slightest. I calmed myself quickly as I remembered that whatever happened at that club was just a one off, it's not like we were in a serious relationship or anything. In fact I was now classed as the other woman. “Thank you for getting me out of there when you did, you’re a great friend.” I told him as I gave him a warm smile, the last thing I wanted to do was reflect my own shitty depression onto him.

“Are you still drunk?” He accused me as we laughed. “Nope I’m perfectly sober now, but I am going to go to sleep.”

I wandered off towards my room eager to be alone. I closed the door softly behind me and made my way groggily to the bathroom, I looked into the mirror and saw that I looked like complete hell. Not a surprise after todays events... I sighed and began to run myself a bath, I was now in full self care mode so I poured all of my favourite salts and oils into the hot water. Of course the one perk of working for Attraction was all of the free beauty products that brands would send me to get a good feature in the magazine, my bathroom was well stocked and I hadn't had to buy a single beauty product in years.

Once I was satisfied it was deep enough to drown my sorrows in, I stripped off and dipped my feet in. The water was so hot it stung my skin, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in thought and eager to wash away the day. I sunk deeply into the water inhaling all of the different luxurious scents that surrounded me, and I let my mind drift.

I couldn’t believe that I had acted so impulsively around this man, although I was the one who initiated the kiss he did kiss me back. Not once did he push me away and say “woah no way I’m getting married soon.” God, what an asshole. I also couldn’t believe that this jerk was at the forefront of my mind when I had basically lost my job today. Eurgh I was going to have to call my dad tomorrow as there’s no way I can pay the rent next month, especially with Christmas coming up. My mind wandered away from the adult responsibilities and back to Jack, the kiss was indescribable.

The kind that you only hear about in the most wonderful love stories, without thinking my hands began to wander down to my breasts and before I knew it I was massaging them sensually whilst thinking about Jacks wet hot lips on mine. My hands continued to travel down as I thought of what his hands might feel like on my bare skin, what was it about this guy that drove me so crazy? I had met him twice and I was already obsessed. When my hands reached my private parts, I impatiently spread my lips wide and began to rub my c**t soft and slow. I let out a quiet groan as I imagined my hand were Jacks, thinking of how his sweet breath entwined perfectly with mine. I pictured his hands all over me, rubbing me in all the right spots as I inserted my fingers and began to pump in and out rhythmically. I never took my mind away from him as I reached my climax.

To my dismay, afterwards I didn't feel satisfied. I had been left feeling worse, pining like some love sick school girl after a man that was engaged. I drained the bath out and got out, quickly wrapping myself in a fluffy towel before heading back into my bedroom. I dressed in my comfiest pyjamas and climbed into bed, before I closed my eyes I swore to myself that I would never think of him again. Whatever stupid infatuation I was feeling, I had to fight it- it's not like I would ever see him again anyway. Our paths had never crossed before, so why would they again?