Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When my lunch break arrived, I checked my phone and noticed that I was scheduled to have lunch in the cafeteria again. I groaned. It wouldn’t be so bad if I had a business lunch to attend, but I couldn’t cope with another lunch spent idly waiting for my next meeting. Instead, I took the opportunity to head back to the hotel and spend some time away from the overly friendly Anderson Group employees. I had nothing against them, but I was used to eating lunch in peace in my own office and not in a cafeteria surrounded by people.
As I walked back to the hotel in the pouring rain, I thought it might have actually been better that I didn’t meet Mr. Anderson that day. There was no doubt that I wanted to see him, of course, but I’d been feeling awful for the majority of my time at work. Instead of focusing on what my co-workers were telling me, I’d found myself distracted all day with thoughts of Remy’s bad mood and what to do about my father. It seemed like things were growing more and more complicated around me and I wasn’t enjoying it. I had to admit that I’d been rather self-centered for a big part of my life. Apart from the odd friend and my mother, I wasn’t used to being a shoulder to cry on or indulging others in their desires at all, but now, my thoughts were overwhelmed with what Remy wanted and what my father wanted. It was almost unbearable.
My phone buzzed in my pocket as I entered the hotel lobby and I groaned. Without a doubt, it would be my mother. She’d text me multiple times already this morning about visiting my father in Boston, but I couldn’t bring myself to reply. If I told her no, she’d no doubt push the subject once more, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to agree to see him. I still didn’t know what I wanted, but there was one thing that I thought might lighten my mood.
Remy.
As I rode up the elevator, I couldn’t get the memories of the night before out of my head. It had been a long time since anyone had held me like that without any kind of ulterior motive. Most women who I’d dated casually in the past had been interested in me for my body or my money, but Remy wasn’t like that. No, Remy had listened to me, comforted me, and related to me in a way that no one ever had before. While my mood grew fouler and fouler throughout the day at work, all I’d had to do was think about Remy’s warm embrace and her sweet smile and I instantly felt better. I’d never felt like that before about anyone. It was simultaneously comforting and scary.
Now that I was approaching the hotel room, I was excited to see her and perhaps even convince her to sneak in a cuddle before I was due back at the headquarters. The thought alone was enough to make my heart pound in my chest. So, I rode the elevators up to our floor then I slid the electronic key in the door and pushed it open, but the sight that greeted me wasn’t Remy at all.
It was worse. It was Kelly.
The first thing I saw when I entered was bright red lace pressed against creamy white skin. For a moment, I’d gotten excited that I’d caught Remy changing, but no, that hadn’t been the case. Instead, a lingerie-clad Kelly was lying provocatively across the bed where I’d left Remy that very morning. She had a seductive smile painted across her face and her eyes were fixated on me as I entered and closed the door behind me. I found my jaw clenching in disgust as I approached her and thought about what on Earth she could be doing showing up like this in my room.
“What the fuck are you doing, Kelly?” I spat, stomping forward furiously. “Is this some kind of joke? What if Remy comes back and finds you like this?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Kelly replied as she fiddled with a bow on her expensive bra that matched the same scarlet as her hair. “I’ve sent your little secretary out on an errand, so we have some time alone together. Isn’t that great?” She smirked over at me and began to stroke her breast seductively.
I spluttered. This was totally not what I had been expecting and I felt a little lost for words for a moment. “Are you actually insane?” I cried, shaking my head back and forth. “Do you really think I would cheat on my fiancée? Is this some kind of sick Anderson Group test? I can’t imagine this is the type of family-orientated activity that your boss would ask you to do!”