Filed to story: The Girl He Craves Book by Demiah
Not only was I stuck, but now I was in the way of everyone who wanted to pass through.
“Mary you dumb-“Igroan, curses whipping off my tongue as I try to start her again.
and was tired of me always complaining about her suck
Maybe Mary had enough ish services.
Horns blare behind me and I cringe. This was bad. Really bad. And humiliating, don’t forget that.
“Sorry!” I yelled even though the rain was way too overpowering for anyone to hear my apolo
“Oh don’t be like that Mary. You know I love you. We’ve been through thick and thin together. I was joking when I said I was going to get rid of you.” I moaned and tried again.
She doesn’t budge.
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“Ugh you useless mother
I started, only to scream when I hear someone’s voice really close to me.
“Are you okay ma’am?”
My head whips around to see a man clad in a black suit beside my car. He looked to be just a bit older than me. And with the hat on his head, he looked to be a chauffeur.
“Tuh
I started, completely embarrassed that Mary wasn’t roaring to life.
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“I’m just having a bit of trouble with my car,” I said sheepishly, afraid to look behind me to see the cars lined up with their impatient drivers slamming their hands on the horn.
“Do you need help miss?” The man questioned, leaning down to level his eyes with mine.
“Tuh
I stop, unsure of how to reply to him.
I smiled awkwardly.
“No, uh that’s fine. She’ll roar back to life….” The smile leaving my face when I tear my gaze away from his face, “Well, I sure hope so.”
“I beg your pardon miss? Who’s she?” I can hear his voice clear with confusion over the sound of the rain.
I smile awkwardly when I brought back my attention to him, not wanting to look rude by not giving him my full. “Uh, it’s my car. I’ll get her started. Just give me a
Mary roars back to life like I predicted she would.
I smiled brightly, my mood switching from zero to a hundred really quickly. “Thank you, sir.” II thanked him for being the only good enough person to walk in the rain to offer me help.
He tips his head and walks away.
I frown when I started to drive away.
I could’ve sworn I felt the same intense eyes on me when I was speaking to that man back there.
I peeked in the rearview mirror o see a huge black Nissan SUV driving the opposite way. I hummed. Why do I feel that intense stare coming from that SUV just now?
poving
Aiden’s pov
“Mr. Xavier are you leaving now?” Noel asked behind her desk with a sultry smile.
My eyes fall to her lips and I cringe. Those felt like a vacuum around my cock and it didn’t feel that great.
Having her suck me off earlier was a huge mistake. And not only that, she hadn’t quite helped me forget about, her. I refuse to say her name.
I gave her a curt nod.
I was leaving earlier than I usually did but I was itching to have a bath after Noel had her lips around my dick.
“Do you want me to come with you so we can finish what we star
She starts to purr but I cut her off coldy while walking away. “No.”
When I entered the elevator and turned around, before the doors slid closed, I caught a glimpse of her shocked and humiliated face.
Great. I had just made things awkward. I should perhaps consider looking for a new secre tary now.
Arriving on the first floor, everyone scurried out of my way. I pushed my hands into the front pockets of my pants as I walk to the entrance door with authority in my every step. Mitch should be here already.
“Mr. Xavier,” A woman purred when I passed beside her. Dressed in a red blouse with a tight skirt, I recognize her instantly as Bernard’s personal assistant.
I ignored her and watch her face crumble in humiliation as mostly everyone saw how I ig nored her. I don’t feel bad. Why would I feel bad for a woman I barely knew?
I made my way to the entrance, nodding and the security stationed there. “Boss.” They nod ded.
A huge black SUV stops just a few feet away from the entrance. I entered and Mitch, my chauffeur greets me. “Penthouse in Manhattan or Alpine? Or are you going to your mansion in Brookville?” He asked me while looking at me through the rearview mirror.
“Penthouse in Manhattan,” I said and pulled out my phone in my pocket.
“Yes sir,” Mitch answered and started the car.
It was so weird hearing him call me sir when he was only six years my senior.
I scrolled through my messages when the rain started pouring. I looked out the window and then returned to my phone when the car comes to an abrupt halt suddenly.
Tjerk a bit, confused yet irritated by the sudden stop.
I am about to ask Mitch what the problem was when my eyes spot the old car in front of us.
I narrowed my eyes at the old car.
Mitch blares the horn but the car doesn’t move.
I clenched my teeth.
What the hell is the reason for this hold-up?
This piece of shit is lucky that it’s raining cats and dogs at the moment or else I would’ve stormed over there and make them pay for wasting my time.
But then as I continue to curse at the driver inwardly, my eyes finally adjust enough to see the wisp of blonde hair.
My heart slams. Is that the mysterious woman in the elevator?
Mitch blares the horn again and looks at me through the rearview mirror. “Sorry sir about the hold-up.” He apologized even though it wasn’t his fault.