In bed with my boss

CHAPTER 20

EMILY

~Saturday~

It’s been two weeks since I ran out of Cole’s office, and in those past days, I made sure to avoid him during work hours. Most especially on board meeting days.

I didn’t know if Cole was also avoiding me or just giving me space, because after he sent corrections on the fake project, I started receiving emails from Sloan.

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky over New York was beginning to look gloomy. I sat with my k****e in one hand and a cup of hot chocolate in the other. Finally, I had some time to myself after a stressful week of running magazine campaigns for one of the biggest fashion houses in New York.

I looked around my almost-furnished space, taking in the few changes I’d managed to make. Thanks to the $10,000 reward the company gave its new workers, I was able to add more things to the apartment, stock up my fridge, and pay a two months’ rent upfront.

Ping.

My phone vibrated with a message.

I quickly picked it up since I’d been expecting a text from Sloan to discuss our upcoming campaign.

A frown settled between my brows when I saw that it was an unsaved number.

I bit my lip as my thumb hovered over the screen.

After debating whether I should ignore it or check what it read, my thumb finally landed on the message to see the full text.

UNKNOWN: Be at my club by 9 pm today.

I rolled my eyes.

I didn’t need a saved ID to know that the text was from.

Cole.

I sank deeper into my couch, thinking about what he could possibly want me at his club for.

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~8:09 pm~

Loud music radiated through the walls of the club when I stepped in.

Men and women were at every corner of the room, some on the dance floor while others were seated at the stripping unit watching the soft glow of strippers bodies as they slowly glided up and down the pole.

I should have told Cole I was here so he could direct me toward his office, but since my ego was apparently too big to text him, I chose to figure it out myself.

“Hey!” I said to the bartender who was working here when Annie and I came.

His eyes grew wide with recognition as he saw me taking a seat at the bar.

“I can see you’re back to get more of Ricardo’s special,” he said, stretching the ‘R’ with a wink.

I threw my head back in a deep belly laugh. “Sorry to disappoint you, Ricardo, but that’s far from my reason for being here. But I’ll stop by when I’m done.”

Ricardo was about to say something but was cut off by a man who was already half-wasted.

“I want five… shots of casamigos sent to my table over there.” He lifted a shaky hand to a table that had four people seated around it.

“This is your eighth order for the night, sir. I’d advise you to either get a bottle of water or let me call a cab for you and your friends,” Ricardo advised.

The man slammed his hand on the table, causing people sitting around to turn in his direction.

“Don’t te… tell… me what… how to spend my money,” he warned.

Ricardo flashed him a smile that barely reached his eyes.

“Understood, sir, but this will be your last drink for the night, and you and your friends will be escorted out.”

“Fine by me,” he said, hiccuping before stumbling back to his section.

Ricardo looked back at me.

“Sorry about that, ma’am.”

I flashed him a smile. “No problem.”

“So tell me, what brings you to the beautiful yet dangerous Cage?” he asked as he moved to pick a bottle of casamigos from the shelf.

“I’m here to see Mr. Calloway.”

That got his full attention.

He put down the bottle.

“You had me holding you up here when you are meant be seated at Mr. Way’s office? He asked with shock laced in his voice.

“I came earlier than he told me to, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“Oh my gosh, ma’am.” He shook his head in his thick Italian accent. “It is a big deal.”

He called the other bartender who was seated at the other side to take over as he rounded to my side.

“Come, come, come.” He lightly pulled me by the arm, leading me toward a wide entrance that had the word ‘Seduction’ written above the door. “I can’t go in, but this place is mainly for visitors and people who work hand in hand with Mr. Ways. To find his office, you’ll just have to walk down the hall till you see two bodyguards beside the door.”

I was going to ask him why it was only meant for visitors when someone called his attention to the VIP section.

With a “Have a nice day,” he disappeared into the crowd.

I could hear the loud beat of my heart like a drum as I made my way deeper into the hallway in search of Cole’s office.

My steps soon came to an abrupt stop when I heard a moan from one of the doors along the corridor.

At first, I thought it was nothing until I took a few more steps and heard another moan.

My feets stayed glued to the floor as the realization of what I had just walked into came crashing down.

A s*x dungeon.

That was where I stood.

“Please f**k me, daddy,” a voice moaned from behind one of the door.

There were two things I should have done at that moment—texted Cole to ask where his office was or gone home and lied about being sick on Monday.

But neither happened because I found myself walking toward the door.

This was ridiculous, I told myself as I pulled away from the door, but unlucky for me, my eyes caught something forbidden scribbled by the side of it.

‘Open the door and get a good taste of sin if you’re able to watch and keep a secret.’

Without a thought behind my eyes, I turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

And right in front of me, on a platter of red and black sheets, was a woman sandwiched between two men.

She was bent over with her ass in the air, one man sliding in from behind her while his hand trailed down her back as he sang praises to her.

The other man’s ass clenched and unclenched as he slid between her lips.

Her moans were muffled, yet filled with so much pleasure and ecstasy.

The man behind her slowly stretched his hand into her hair, and once he had everything wrapped in his tight fist, he pulled her away from the other man’s c**k, earning a whine from her and a pained ‘f**k’ from the man as he stepped away.

With her back pressed against his chest, her fingers desperately moved to her pebble-hard n*****s, which were covered with saliva.

“You like the way daddy is using all your little holes?”

She frantically nodded her head.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes… yes, daddy,” she said in a shaky voice.

A smile played on his face before he bit his bottom lip to stop himself.

“Now, look up and see how much of a mess you’ve made all over your body, you little slut,” he said through clenched teeth as he pumped harder.

My eyes followed her tear-stained face to the ceiling, and the sight displayed there needed to be framed and put in a museum.

My thighs clenched together, and the thought of the last person I should be thinking of flashed across my mind.

It’s just hormones, I told myself as my right hand slowly moved over my short dress toward my chest.

Just as I was about to quench the need my n*****s needed, a deep, husky voice whispered in my ears.

“You like what you see?”