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Authors: Ella Dominguez

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“Please,
please,
Bella…”

“I… I…” I almost say the words that I’
ve been denying for so long. Maybe if I say them, he’ll let me go. “I love you,” I whisper against my better judgment and I get the response I expected – a frightened look, followed by indifference.

“I see,” he quietly
responds without emotion.

“Yes, now you do see why exactly it is that I must quit. Farewell, Xander,
I’ll miss everything about you.” I say his name for the first time ever and tears run down my cheeks.

I push past him to leave, glancing back at him one last time, hoping against hope that he’ll stop me or call out to me, but he doesn’t. He remains standing
lifeless and staring into the distance, and agonizingly silent.

 

 

Chapter 8

It’s been three months since my wretched and tearful goodbye to Mr. Pettifor. I long for his touch. I miss the sound of his voice. I yearn for continental breakfasts with him.

I’m only half-heartedly filing medical records when I hear my new manager’s voice behind me.

“Ms. Darcy, you’re doing this all wrong. Where are your thoughts today? Records older than two months get filed over here, remember?” she says sternly.

“Y
es, Ms. McFarland,” I respond, staring down at the ruby ring on my middle finger.

She retreats, leaving me to my thoughts again. The terrified look on his face when I uttered those desperate words to him will haunt me forever, as will his emerald green eyes. I had been doing so well at pushing him out of my mind until I saw him on the news at some charity ball. He looked so dapper and
charismatic in his dark grey tailored suit, although it was a little disconcerting that Amelie wasn’t on his arm. He entered my dreams again after that.

I’ve been meaning to text Amelie back. It’s terribly rude of me to leave her hanging, but I can’t bear the thought of having to hear about how well things are going between her and my CEO.

I’ve started taking some refresher courses at the community college in preparation of attending medical school next fall. It’s all still tentative as I gather the remaining references and letters of recommendation to send in with my application. I can’t seem to bring myself to ask Mr. Pettifor for another letter, even knowing how much his recommendation would mean to my acceptance into the program. A recommendation from someone so prominent would significantly increase my chances of being approved. I’ll just have to find another way.

My heart just isn’t into my work today. I get permission to leave early, feigning illness, and take the bus back to my new apartment. It’s in a much nicer part of town, though it would still be considered
deplorable
by Mr. Pettifor’s standards. Unable to shake myself of Mr. Pettifor, I change and decide to go for a jog.

The cool
San Francisco spring air shocks my system back to reality, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. In fact, I feel worse because now the reality of my life without the man I love sinks in.

I find a nearby park bench, slump into it and began sobbing. I cover my face, not wanting passersby to see my current state of depression. 

I’m crying uncontrollably when I feel hot hands on my shoulders. Startled, I jump back, ready to pummel whatever stranger is manhandling me. When my eyes clear, I’m staring into the greenest and most haunting eyes on the face of this planet.

“What’s upsetting you, princess?” Mr. Pettifor asks, wiping my tears away with his thumbs.

“I miss you so much,” I whisper, not giving a shit about my pride anymore. I half expect the same scared look that he gave me before, but instead, he smiles widely at me.

He seats himself next to me and tucks me into his arm. His masculine smell is intoxicating and I bury my face in his chest, wondering if this is all just another one of my vivid fantasies.

He pets my hair while I try to compose myself, his eyes watching me intently.

“So how is your new job?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

I shrug in response.

“I’m currently seeking a new personal assistant, if you’re interested,” he says mysteriously and looking at the landscape casually.

“What about Amelie?” I ask, saddened at the thought of her having lost her job.

“She’s moved on. It seems she and
Mr. Johansson have a thing for each other and well, being the generous man that I am, I allowed her to go and work for him.”

My body straightens up and I turn to face him, remaining silent.

“I would love to work for you again, but I’m starting full-time classes very soon and… I wouldn’t be available…”

“Yes, I already know about that. I sent in a letter of recommendation regarding your application submission and I have it on good authority that you’ll be accepted,” he says with a proud look on his face.

“How?” I ask.

He taps his nose and winks at me playfully.

“I can assure you that I’m very flexible regarding your work schedule. I’m sure we can work something out. I simply can’t tolerate another annoying temp who knows nothing of my needs, so please accept my job offer.”

A small
smile steals onto my face at the thought of being under Mr. Pettifor’s command again.

“You never let me fin
ish telling how you were my first in many ways, Ms. Darcy.”

I never thought being called Ms. Dar
cy could sound so panty drenching sexy, but the way Mr. Pettifor brandishes my name makes my insides melt.

“Tell me,” I reply.

“You were the first woman I took on my desk. You were the first woman I hir
ed after having had sex with and the last, for that matter. You should know that it was never my intention to be with you in such an intimate way during our first visit. It was completely unplanned, but the way you moved, your beauty and grace, and the way your body responded to my touch and command… I’m not a man who is easily denied, Ms. Darcy, and I had no choice but to submit to my wants just as you had no choice but to submit to my will. It was against my better judgment to hire you after our interlude.  In all honesty, I hired you that day because after having been with just that one time, I wanted an excuse to see you every day and any chance I could, and giving you a job was the only way I knew how to achieve that. I allowed you into my life knowing there would probably be repercussions. I kept waiting for them, but they never came. You just kept giving me more and more of yourself, giving yourself over to me completely. You were the first woman to ever profess your love for me, Bella. I never expected things to go this far with you. I never expected to miss you so much. I never anticipated
needing
you so much. I never expected to fall in love with you. Do you know why I put this ring on this particular finger?” he asks, holding my hand and touching the ruby ring.

I shake my head, my mind spinning out of control from his confession.

“Because it’s next to your wedding finger and I’ve always felt, deep down, that we had that kind of commitment, even if it wasn’t spoken.

I audibly gasp at his confession and the completely sincere look on his face.
“You hurt me,” I say softly, thinking about Leggy Blonde.

“Svetlana?” he asks.

I nod
yes.

“Ms. Darcy, let me be very clear about this - I did
not
have sex with her,” he states firmly.

“But I heard you,” I answer quickly.

“You’re mistaken. What you heard was not me having sex with her. What you heard was a desperate attempt from an ex-girlfriend to capture my attention. She forced me to watch her make herself cum.”

I’m stunned into silence as my mind races.

“But you were smiling and laughing with her. You never smile and laugh with me,” I reply sadly.


I was merely being polite. But you’re right, I didn’t smile and laugh near enough, especially considering how happy you made me. It’s just the tough façade I’m so accustomed to showing everyone. I want you to know, I haven’t been with anyone since being with you that first time, Ms. Darcy. I couldn’t be with another woman if I tried. You’ve ruined me for other women with your submissive way. No woman has ever wanted to serve me so completely and so willingly. Can’t you see that you’ve decimated me completely? I simply can’t take
no
for an answer from you. I won’t. My work is suffering from your absence and my heart is crushed. Tell me what it will take to get you back and it’s yours. Tell me, Bella. I’ll give you anything…” he says desperately, his eyes glossy.

“Mr. Pettifo
r, you’re the only thing I want,” I murmur.


Call me Xander. I love the way your mouth looks when you say it.”

I take a deep breath and utter his name for the second time, “Xander…”

He closes his eyes tightly and his breathing halts.

“I was such a jackass for not responding to you when you told me you loved me. I knew then that
I loved you, too, but fear of the unknown and my pride stood in the way. Please forgive me, Bella”

“Oh, Xander, I love you.”

I latch onto him fiercely, his response mirroring mine.  Picking me up into his arms, he carries me to his car and tenderly places me inside. Dante looks at me through the rear-view mirror and nods his head and smiles.

Turning to face Xander, I ask, “How did you know I was here?”

“I’ve know where you’re at every minute of every day since you quit me,” he answers, moving close to me. “Dante, please leave for a moment.”

The look in his eyes is animalistic. Dante steps out and as soon as the car door closes, Xander’s hands are all over me, his mouth crushing onto mine and his warm wet tongue pushing past my lips.

He pulls back and breathes into my mouth, “I’ve spent 96 excruciating days, 7 miserable hours and…” he quickly glances at his watch, “36 agonizing minutes without you, my beautiful princess. Don’t ever quit me again.” 

“I didn’t quit
you; I just couldn’t bear the thought of you with another woman.”

He smiles as
his hands find their way into my running pants, his long fingers slipping into my pulsating core. I moan out and he grabs my face, pulling me close to him. 

“Oh
, Mr. Pettifor,” I pant while his fingers push deep inside of me.


God, I love you, Bella. Don’t ever try to quit me again, I absolutely won’t allow it,” he growls, pulling my pants down and burying his face in my pussy.

I’m so desperate for his touch, it only takes a few minutes before his hot skilled mouth and expert fingers bring me the release I’ve missed. I scream loudly and tug his hair, thrusting my hips up and smothering him. He gasps for breath when I release him, the look in his eyes smoldering. I quickly sit
up, push him down into the long back seat and reciprocate his royal oral treatment, lavishing his cock with my hungry mouth. He writhes beneath me, pulling my head down onto his trembling shaft and gagging me. He, too, cums quickly and I swallow every last drop of his manjuice, not wanting any of it to be wasted.

“Why didn’t I allow that before?” he asks, dreamily and out of breath.

“Because you’re a stubborn, arrogant, controlling alpha male,” I answer as I pull my pants back on.

“Yes, perhaps, but I’m
your
stubborn, arrogant, controlling and extremely handsome, alpha male,” he murmurs with a devilish grin on his face.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor, you are.”

 

 

 

Epilogue

I wake to the sound of my CEO snoring loudly.
He looks stunning when he’s asleep, his black hair with silver streaks messy and in his eyes. I push it back to get a better look at the man who loves me. Is this real? I pinch my nipple just to make sure and I shriek out, startling Xander. He springs up and looks around frantically.

“What the hell?” he asks, loo
king at me and rubbing the crusties out of his eyes.

“I apologize. I was just pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

He pulls me over to him and kisses me voraciously.

“You’re not dreaming, Ms. Darcy
, aka, the soon to be Mrs. Pettifor. Now get dressed. You have a big day ahead of you and I don’t want you to be late or getting anything less than an A for your first day of surgical rounds.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answer, getting out of bed quickly
.

“And don’t forget about our dinner this evening with Ms. Davidson and
Mr. Johansson,” he calls after me as I head into the bathroom.

Showered and dried, I go into the bedroom to find a beautiful pencil skirt and ruffled stark white blouse laid out for me. When I lift the skirt to put it on, the flowery panties
from Italy are lying underneath. I giggle uncontrollably at Xander’s wicked sense of humor. I dutifully put them on and finish dressing myself.

I’m in the kitchen making myself a latte and Xander an
espresso when he buzzes over the intercom from his office.

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