The Merger

Chapter 6

( one week later)

(Elizabeth’s POV)

“You sure you don’t want a ride home, Liz? It’s getting late.” Jen asks me from the doorway to my office. I look over at the clock. Ten O’clock. I frown as I look at the stack of documents sitting on my desk.

“I’m sure Jen, I’ve got a lot of work to do here,” I tell her. She shrugs and walks towards the door but stops in her tracks. She turns back and looks at me, concern written on her face.

“What is it?” I ask her.

“What happened with you and Ben? You have been all out of sorts since that evening and you’ve been staying back later and later to work. ” She blurts out. As soon as she says his name a chill rushes up my spine. Ben and I had shared a moment the night of the banquet but when I woke up that morning he was gone already. I tried to text him and even call him and received no response. I even went over to his office but his receptionist had said he was in a meeting. Part of me believed he was purposely avoiding me. So I decided to never speak to him again. He was just another asshole guy who thought he could use me like all of the other women he’s had. Except he wasn’t going to just have me. Unbeknownst to me I grip the desk angrily. Jen eyes me knowingly.

“Maybe he had a good reason, Liz. I can help you find out, I can ask Andrew.” She offers. I shake my head.

“Do not ask his best friend! I can’t have him thinking it matters to me.” I tell her. She smiles sadly.

“Liz you can’t keep pretending like you don’t hurt. I know what Henry did to you all of those years ago hurt you and I know Ben not responding to you hurt too. But you can’t keep acting like everything’s okay with you when it’s not. I’m your best friend let me be there for you.” She pleads.

“I’m fine Jen. Now go!” I say to her sternly. She glares at me annoyed but doesn’t pester me anymore she turns on her heel and leaves out of my office slamming the door behind her without saying another word. I sigh and decide to just get back to work. Time passes as the clock ticks away the stack of papers diminishing with every passing minute. As I sit at my desk, my mind consumed by the task at hand, a knock on the door startles me. I let out an exasperated sigh and push my chair out, begrudgingly making my way to the door to lift the blinds. As I look through the glass, my eyes meet two deep blue orbs. It's Ben. I can feel my irritation building as I turn away from the door and make my way back to my desk. Suddenly, the door creaks open and he slides into the room.

"Eliza." He breathes out my name in a heavy sigh, his presence making me tense up. I turn my back to him, placing both my hands on the desk to steady myself as I lean against it.

"Get out, Ben!" I grumble, my tone laced with anger.

"Eliza, just hear me out," he pleads, but I'm not interested in hearing anything he has to say. What could he possibly say that would excuse his disappearing act and emotional manipulation? I think to myself. His heavy footsteps echo through the room as he approaches my desk, making me feel even more on edge. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as he leans over me to speak into my ear, and I grip the desk nervously as anger and hurt wash over me.

"You lied to me," I whisper, trying to keep the hurt from creeping into my voice.

"I'm sorry, it’s just I heard you say another man's name in your sleep. I figured you were still in love with this guy," he says, his warm breath tickling my ear. Memories of Henry's betrayal flash through my mind, and I turn to face Ben, our bodies brushing against each other ever so slightly. I glare at him, my anger intensifying, but he remains stoic, his expression unreadable.

"Henry is the man who betrayed me! I have no feelings towards him but distaste," I snap, my words dripping with bitterness. As he steps closer to me, his body pressing against mine, I can feel my heart racing. But I refuse to let my guard down, placing my hand on his chest to create some distance between us. He frowns, realizing that he was wrong.

"I told you something private about me, about how he betrayed me and how I can't trust any man, and you promised not to hurt me. But then you turned around and left me all alone. You disappeared and didn't answer my calls or texts. Your receptionist lied to me, telling me you were in meetings when I know you were right behind that office door of yours!" I say, my voice rising with each word.

"Those lies may work on all the other women you've had, but that bullshit won't work on me! I don't care about your money or your looks. What I care about is marrying someone who will love me and never betray me, and I've realized that that person is definitely not you!" I shout at him, finally losing my temper.

He raises an amused eyebrow at me, a mischievous smirk rising on his lips. His eyes bore into mine, and I want to slap that grin off of his face.

"I know we haven't been getting along, and I know we haven't known each other for that long. And I know not only are you pissed at me for ruining your charity banquet and disappearing after you told me something so personal, but hearing you say another man's name in your sleep made me angry. I needed time to cool off so that I wouldn't lose my temper," he explains, his eyes wandering over to the vase in the window with the flowers Stephen gifted me last week.

But his words do nothing to quell the anger and frustration brewing inside of me. I push him away from me, taking a step back.

"You had no right to disappear like that. No right to play with my emotions and then expect me to forgive you just because you needed time to cool off. You know nothing about me, nothing about what I've been through. And you think you can just waltz back in here and make everything better with your charm and your looks? Well, newsflash, Ben, that's not how it works!" I say, my voice shaking with emotion.

My heart pounds as he presses his body up against mine, his hand firm against the door next to my head. His closeness makes me dizzy, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I try to push him away, but he moves even closer, trapping me between his hard muscles and the cold glass door.

“Can’t forgive me Eliza?” he asks, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I fight the urge to look up at him, to get lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes.

“I can't trust you,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I can't trust anyone.”

“Eliza,” he sighs, and I feel his thumb and index finger grip my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Look at me,” he says sternly, and I slowly lift my gaze to meet his.

“I want you. You are mine. I am sorry for not speaking to you, and I'll show you that it'll never happen again,” he says huskily, his eyes searching mine for a response.

Despite my best efforts to resist, I feel my resolve start to crumble under his intense gaze. My body betrays me, and I find myself leaning into him, craving his touch. As he leans down to press his lips to mine, sparks fly between us, and all my anger and frustration melt away. In that moment, all that matters is him and the intense connection between us. his hand slides dangerously low around my waist. He pulls me closer, his grip tight on my hip, and I feel a thrill run through me as I squeal from shock. He chuckles, his breath warm on my face, as we kiss and I feel his hardness against my lower stomach. I gasp in surprise, my eyebrows raising, as our tongues continue to wrestle. He pulls away, our noses touching as we both pant heavily, his head turned away in an effort to restrain himself. But it's me who feels out of control.

I slide my hand up his face, feeling the roughness of his beard, and he leans into my touch, his eyes hungry. I can't resist the urge any longer and crash my lips against his with passion and longing. He bites my lip, and I let out a moan as I plunge my tongue into his mouth dominantly. In the next second, he lifts me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. We continue to kiss as his hand slides up my plaid skirt, his fingers gripping my bare ass.

I feel a warmth erupt through my core as he buries his face in my neck, nibbling and sucking on the crook of it. I let out a gasp as his hand moves from my ass to my sacred spot. It's been so long since a man has touched me that I almost don't know how to react. My sweet nectar drips down his fingers as he plunges two of them in and out of me. I bite my lip, trying to contain the moan that dares to escape my lips.

But suddenly, I push him away, my eyes wide and breathing heavy. His hand freezes between my legs. "Stop," I say, shaking my head. "You’ll only hurt me if I let you too close." He looks at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“I only want to make you feel as beautiful as you are.” he says sensually. Every last bit of self control in me fades away as the words slip off his tongue. My finger nails dig into his suit jacket and I feel him undoing his belt and sliding down his zipper. Without hesitation he thrusts into me, my eyes nearly popping out of my head at the sudden euphoric feeling that hits me. He grips my ass tightly as he pounds into me again and again my back slamming against the glass door. I bite my lip as my eyes roll back in my head. He groans rabidly as he bites down on my neck. My back slams against the door over and over again until a loud cracking sound erupts through the office. We pause for a second and he pulls me off the door backing up. The glass pane shattering to the ground upon us moving away.

“I'll replace it.” he whispers setting me down on the floor. I smirk amused at the hunger still visible in his eyes. Feeling restricted I unbutton my white shirt exposing my black lace bra and discard it on the floor. His eyes light up with fascination as he slides his hands up my stomach and over one of my breasts cupping it in his hand and squeezing it softly. He smirks devilishly and tosses his suit jacket off, loosening his tie. He turns me around leaning me over the desk. I grip the corners of the desk to keep my balance and he slams into me again from behind. A loud moan escaping my lips as he reaches around me wrapping his fingers firmly around my throat. He squeezes softly with each thrust as I cry out in ecstasy. As he continues to pound into me, the heat between us intensifies. I can feel my body getting closer and closer to the edge, and I know that I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer. He knows it too, and his thrusts become even more intense as he drives me closer to the brink of ecstasy.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me, leaving me gasping and panting for breath. He lifts me up onto the desk and kneels down in front of me, his face level with my dripping core. He pushes my legs apart and dives in, his tongue lapping at my folds and sending shivers down my spine.

I grab his hair, pulling him closer as he expertly flicks his tongue over my c**t. I'm lost in pleasure, lost in the sensations that are building inside of me. I can feel my body tensing up, my orgasm just on the edge of breaking free.

And then it does. I scream out his name as I come, my body convulsing and shaking as he continues to eat me out. When it's over, he stands up and looks at me with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"That's just the beginning," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to make you come again and again until you can't take it anymore." he pushes me down my back colliding with the cold desk.

And with that, he's back inside of me, pounding away with a renewed vigor. He towers over me his hands gripping my thighs I feel my body tightening, my orgasm is building within me once again. I try to hold it back, to make it last, but it's no use. With a loud cry, I come undone, my body shaking with the force of my release. He keeps pounding into me, riding out my orgasm with me until he can no longer hold back. With a final grunt, he slams into me one last time, his hot seed spilling into me.

I sit up on the desk and he stands there, panting and sweating, our bodies still intertwined. He leans down and kisses me gently on the forehead. "That was amazing," he whispers.

I can't help but smile shyly as I look up at him. "Yeah, it was," I reply. My cheeks burning red.

We dress quickly, exchanging knowing glances as we straighten our clothes. I walk over to the broken glass and pick up my purse from the floor. My eyes lingering on the broken glass. He slides his hand into mine interlocking our fingers.

“I'll take you home.” he whispers. I nod at him as he steps through the broken door and over the shards of glass guiding me carefully through the debris and out of the office building to his black SUV. We get in and the ride to my house is silent. The events of the last hour lingering. I'm suddenly feeling shy and insecure. Thoughts of Ben leaving me or hurting me like Henry did creep into my mind as I stir in my seat uncomfortably. Ben eyes me from the driver seat.

“Let's go to my house you can spend the night if you like.” I'm suddenly at ease.

“Okay Ben.” I reply softly. He smiles at me and turns the car into the direction of his house instead.