1 Month Ago

January 5th (5 Months Pregnant)

Gotta love a Monday.

Deciding to get into work earlier than usual, I park in the open spot next to Phoenix.

Yes! Right by the entrance.

Today is gonna be a good one!

Grabbing my handbag and keys, I lock the door as I brush past his truck.

The hood is still hot. He must've just gotten here.

There! There's my baby.

Who is he walking with?

She's young. Bouncy. Long legs, long hair. Shapely.

Is that the same girl I saw hanging on him at the Windsor recon meeting?

Phoenix laughs at her stupid joke and opens the door for her, they disappear inside together.

I walk, briskly to the entrance, heart racing against time. Phoenix stands in front of the executive elevator, she's still by his side. The door opens and the two of them get on together.

Nausea washes over me.

I don't want him alone with her.

She's bad news.

"Definitely bad news." I say to no one in particular.

"You say something, Beautiful?" Stefon steps towards me.

"Oh! No, I'm good. Just thinking out loud."

"Let me know if you need anything. I got you." He points and winks.

Smiling as I walk through the turnstile, I head towards common, peasant elevator.

No golden key card needed.

As soon as I get to my desk, I DM Phoenix. He usually answers right away, as if he's sitting there just waiting for me. This time I get nothing.

Is this thing on?

Ally DMs me.

It works.

"Good morning, Aria. How's the campaign coming along?"

"Should have it on your desk by end of day."

"Great! Looking forward to it."

Knowing I should get to work, I text Phoenix on his phone, instead.

Maybe he's away from his desk. . .

I get to work on the campaign.

***

My stomach growls.

"Ohh, someone's hungry."

I turn to find Tonya, my cubemate, sitting behind in her chair. She points to me. "Lunch?"

"It's lunch already? I got lost working on this campaign for Windsor Court."

"Oh, yeah. Deadlines are tight on that project. But we all need to eat. What say you?" Tonya asks in her usual heady way.

"I'm hungry, but I'm going to have to pass. Got plans already." I tell her as I grab my handbag and phone.

"OK. Well, enjoy. I'm going to the cafeteria. See you later, girl." She rolls back into her cube, grabs her things and leaves.

Before leaving my cube, I flip the mini boulder over, that's sitting on my desk and grab the executive elevator key Phoenix gave me.

Let's go pay Phoenix a visit.

I jump on the elevator to the main lobby. Taking a seat on one of the leather sofas in the lobby, I wait for the coast to clear. Once no one is waiting in front of the executive elevator, I quickly go to it, place my key in and summon the elevator.

No one, not even Stefon needs to see you get on. But if they do, act natural. Like you belong.

I slip into the elevator as soon as the doors open and press the "close door" button rapidly. As soon as the door closes, I press the top floor and off I go. Free as a bird, I ride to the top and step out.

It's gorgeous up here.

I'm greeted by two receptionists sitting high behind a tall black, modern desk.

I flash my golden key card. "Uh, Mr. Prescott?"

The receptionist on the right replies. "His office is to your right."

Out of curiosity, I ask, "And to my left?"

She smiles. "The offices of all the other executives. I'll let me Mr. Prescott know you're coming."

"No need." I flash my key card again. "He has an open-door policy with me."

She nods and answers the phone, while the other receptionist walks files down the hall on the left.

I smile and take a right. His wing is spacious and has the feel of an art collector's personal domain. It's filled with exotic sculptures and pieces of art that make my heart sing. I can only imagine the price tag on some of these pieces.

Why is this my first time here? Should've paid him a visit a long time ago. It's beautiful here.

Outside his all-glass office are two sleek, black desks, presumably for his assistants.

Why are they both empty?

A closer look inside his office reveals why. Both assistants are having lunch with Phoenix. He looks up from his desk, all smiles, as I knock.

"Come in." He seems to sparkle when our eyes meet. "Ms. Davenport! To what do I owe the pleasure? We were just having lunch, would you like to join us?"

Taken aback by his offer, I hesitate to step inside. "I'm sorry, Mr. Prescott. I'll just come back another time." I start backing away.

"No, no! You've come a long way." He looks to the high-back, white leather chair on his left. "Anna?" He looks to the matching Italian leather chair on his right. "Brooke?"

Anna, I know and like. This other girl, not so much.

"Yes, Mr. Prescott?" They speak almost in unison.

My stomach turns.

Her voice isn't familiar. You don't know her.

Which is more of a problem, she's already giving me bad vibes.

"Would you mind excusing us? Help yourself to the buffet before you go, you've earned this meal. Matter-of fact, feel free to take it with you."

"Sure Mr. Prescott." Anna stands up.

"Absolutely." Brooke follows suit.

I step inside his ridiculously spacious office and wait for them to clear it.

They both go to the table with the mini buffet and wheel it out of his office, giggling as they do.

As soon as they leave, Phoenix touches a button and instantly his all-glass walls turn to frost. He presses another button, the door locks. He gets up from his desk, smiling, arms open. "You finally came to see me. Come here." He greets me with a warm hug and a passionate kiss. "Told you. Total privacy." A devilish grin forms across his face. "My office is sound-proof too. So, what happens here, stays here."

"Hmm, that's nice." I slide my fingers along the edge of his modern, white, marble desk as I walk around, taking his seat. "So, this is what power feels like?" I cross my legs, observing the view from behind his desk.

Amused, Phoenix stands on the other side watching me. "You like the view?"

"I love the view." Picking up a pen, I throw it across the desk. It lands on the oversized black rug.

Phoenix reaches down to pick it up. He catches a glimpse of my legs under the desk and a naughty grin hijacks his sexy mouth. He crawls under the open white marble desk.

Instinctively, I uncross my legs. Phoenix's goatee grazes across my knee, then up my thigh. My breath hitches as his breath warms my inner thighs. His rough, manly hands travel up my thighs, going all the way to the sides of my thong. He tugs at my panties, prompting me to lift up as he pulls them down.

Anticipation builds as the heat from his mouth relaxes me down there. Like a flower to the sun, I unfold. Legs spread, Phoenix buries his face in between my legs. I grip the top of his head, bringing him in, infinitely closer to me. He mouths my clit with his lips and tongue and I melt. I'm a puddle sitting in his throne. Flicking his tongue gently back and forth, leave me super wet, spilling over, ready to implode.

Propping both my legs on his desk, I grab his head, pushing his mouth down over my clit again and again. He sucks on me, causing me to pulsate. It's as if my clit is the center of the world. This one point, this one place, this one pleasure is all that matters. Intensity builds up, starting in my chest. Breathing heavily, I open my legs wider and push his head down further. He eagerly acquiesces, wrapping both his hands around my hips and bringing me infinitely closer to his tongue.

The tense ball of energy descends down from my chest into my stomach. He sucks on my clit causing my abs to flex. The ball descends further down into my pelvis moving at an uncontrollable pace, I can't stop it. There's nothing I can do to keep it from erupting. One more lick. One more flick of his tongue. One more suck.

"Yeah." I pull him in closer. "Suck on this pretty pussy."

"Mmm." He dares to look up into my eyes.

Our eyes meet, the room seems to shake and erupt and I cream in his mouth. "Oh! Oh! Hmm." A wave of relaxation washes over my body making me go limp.

He slows down and pulls away. A smile across his wet lips. "Got you good, huh?"

"Oh!" I close my eyes letting the wave of euphoria wash over me. "Uh. Oh my. Wow!" I look around, catching my breath as the room stops shaking. "You never cease to surprise me." I laugh weakly. "Just when I think I know you."

Phoenix comes up in between my legs, his hands rounding my backside. We kiss. I taste me all over his mouth.

"Hmm. Wet water." I grin, then go in for another kiss, tasting his lips and tongue again.

He smiles, then wheels the chair back and stands up.

"Wipes?" I ask.

"I don't have any wet wipes in here, Babe. If you want to clean up, the bathroom is out to the left. Sorry."

"It's OK. Be right back." I get up and leave for the restroom.

The art up here is spectacular. Before entering the ladies' room, I stand for a moment staring at a Jean-Michel Basquiat 1982 painting entitled, "Versus Medici." The raw emotion this painting evokes is ethereal, it's indescribable. It stirs something, primal, in me. I break away and turn to the restroom.

As soon as I enter, I hear her talking.

I've heard this voice before.

"It's going as it should. Just like you said." She pauses. "Right. No. Listen. He's cool. I got this. He's starting to trust me. We're good."

That doesn't sound right.

That voice is vaguely familiar.

I walk towards the stalls.

"Someone's here. Gotta go." She ends her call and waits in the stall.

I stand near the stalls waiting for her to exit.

Who is that?

She doesn't budge. Knowing we're at a standstill, I go inside the stall and close the door. She comes out as soon as my lock engages.

Peering through the crack in the stall door, I catch a glimpse as she walks past. Long black hair. I lean down and look under the stall door at her shoes right before she exits. Red velvet pumps.

Haven't seen anyone with those on today.

Then again, you haven't been paying attention, either.

It's probably nothing.

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