The Billionaire's Discarded Bride

Chapter Eight

9:00 a.m. sharp.

The whole company watched the big screen in the lobby and on every office monitor.

Aaron sat behind his desk in a fresh black suit. He looked perfect on camera. No one could see his hands shaking under the table.

I stood off-camera in the corner wearing a white blazer and nothing underneath except lace panties. My heels clicked once when I moved so he knew exactly where I was.

The red light came on.

Aaron smiled at the lens. “Good morning, Empire family. Today we begin a new chapter.”

He named the three men. Harrison. Cole. Mendez. Thanked them for their years of service. Said it was time for fresh vision. His voice never cracked once.

When he finished, the chat exploded with shock.

He looked straight into the camera and added one line he was not told to say.

“This change is led by our new legal counsel, Miss Khai Voss. She has my full trust.”

The second the feed cut, he dropped the smile. His shoulders fell forward like someone punched him.

I walked over, stood behind his chair, and leaned down to his ear.

“Good boy.”

My hand slid inside his jacket, down his chest, lower. He was already hard again.

I rubbed him once through his pants. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath.

I took my hand away.

“Meeting over. Everyone go back to work.”

The room emptied fast.

Door locked.

I pushed him back in the chair and climbed onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips. My dress rode high.

He stared at my thighs like he was starving.

I grabbed his tie and pulled his face to mine.

“You did what I said. Now you get your reward.”

I kissed him deep. Reached down and opened his belt and zipper. Took him out. He was hot and heavy in my hand.

I lifted myself up, moved my panties to the side, and sank down on him in one slow slide.

We both groaned.

He filled me completely. Same as always. Better because now he knew he had no control.

I started moving. Slow at first. Then faster. Hard. The chair rolled back with every thrust.

His hands gripped my ass under the blazer. Mouth working on my neck and breasts. He sucked marks into my skin like he used to.

I let him.

I rode him until sweat ran down his face and his hips jerked up to meet every grind.

I came first, biting his shoulder so the whole floor wouldn’t hear.

He followed seconds later, pulsing inside me, saying my name over and over like a prayer.

When it was over I stayed on him a moment, breathing against his neck.

Then I stood up, fixed my dress, and walked to the door.

He sat there ruined, tie crooked, lips swollen, my wetness still on him.

I looked back once.

“Clean yourself up. Next meeting in twenty minutes.”

I left him sitting in the mess we made.

Tasha met me in the hallway with fresh coffee.

She looked at my messy hair and the bite mark showing above my collar.

“You’re evil,” she said.

I took the coffee and smiled.

“And he’s only on day two.”