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SO this chapter is dedicated to usmell101 for your work on My Possessive Husband. Now be a doll and UPDATE!!! No pressure though. I love your story, it has me wanting more....so so much more

The video on the side is If we ever meet again by Timbaland and Katy Perry. I think it goes well with the chapter

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-chubs

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I walked through the front doors of Hart Industries with my head held high. People looked my way and smiled as soon as their eyes landed on me. I returned the gesture with a smile of my own and waved at them a little. I went through security without a problem and greeted the guards with a small smile and a 'good morning' before handing them their morning coffee and sweet pastries, like I do every morning

"Mr. Hart hasn't arrived yet, Mr. Williams" The head of security informed me

I nodded and thanked him and commended him on his good work so far before heading to the private elevator that leads straight to the top floor which is also known as Mr. Hart's office

My boss likes his privacy and so he constructed half the floor to be his office and the other half divided between his second in command and his third in command. So on the top floor there is exactly 6 people working up there; the big man himself with his two subordinates, Mr. Riley and Mr. Shay, and the three personal assistants; Stacy Winters, Peter Royal and myself. Stacy is the P.A for Mr. Riley while the latter is the P.A for Mr. Shay.

Like Mr. Hart, Mr. Riley and Mr. Shay are very good looking men married to amazing women. Bentley Hart with his dirty blonde hair and his light brown eyes is a big flirt but you wouldn't find him actually feeling anyone up; he's the faithful type. John Riley with his dark hair and dark brown eyes make him the dark knight of the company. Not a lot of people are scared of Mr. Hart but one look at Mr. Riley has them avoiding contact like their life depended on it. Nathan Shay is the total opposite of John Riley. With his lovely brown hair and his mischievous light green eyes, he's such a sweetheart as he tries to make his working environment as comfortable as possible for his workers.

As soon as I entered the elevator, I let my mind wander to what happened 2 weeks ago. Calming Tristan down was a hard task. Growing up, he's always being my 'protector' and seeing as he couldn't keep me from getting hurt really took a toll on him. He ranted, screamed, paced, threatened and cried before I shoved cake into his mouth and told him to shut it. I couldn't forget the look on his face even if I tried. It was too funny.

"Hold the elevator for me, please" A deep seductive voice called out, snapping me out of my reverie

I looked up and gasped when I looked into the familiar eyes of Silas Isaac Richardson. My eyes widen and so did his. We kept on staring at each other until the elevator doors closed, shutting off the intensity of our stare. I shivered when I remember how good he made me feel when he took me to his place before tears welled in my eyes when I thought back to the morning after. How can something that felt so good the night before end so badly the morning after?

I bet you're just like all those other money hungry whores. How much do you want, huh? Name your price?

My heart stuttered at the memory. If only I hadn't drank so much alcohol and maybe I would still have my virginity intact and my future husband would be so touched that I saved something so pure for him. Now I feel like a used whore and there's nothing I can do about it now.

No use crying over spilt milk, right?

It wasn't long before the elevator doors open to reveal the beautifully designed interior of the top floor. I stepped out of the elevator and quickly walked over to my desk which was outside of Mr. Hart's office. I smiled when I reached Peter's desk.

Peter is a good looking slender guy with an ego bigger than the Grand Canyon. He's a hand full when sober and a pain to look after when drunk. I know I don't go out much but every time he goes out, he always seem to end up in my house. I checked him out with a small smile. He wore a tight blue button down shirt that was tucked into a pair of black pants. His legs were stretched out in front of him so I got a clear view of his red vans. His small eyes raked over my body making me blush and clear my throat to get his attention

"Good morning, good looking" He greeted with a wink, running his fingers through his blonde hair

I blushed and mumbled a 'good morning'.

He chuckled making me roll my eyes and walk away from him and onto Mr. Riley's personal assistant; Stacy Winters. She looks so much like a super model with her glossy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her face is a beauty all on its own but the hard stare she gives people always seem to make them think otherwise. She wore a blood red blouse that had the top two buttons left undone and a figure hugging knee length black pencil skirt. Her wedding band that decorated her ring finger shone in the bright light that trickled through the ceiling to floor bullet proof window that surrounded the room.

She was busy typing when she suddenly looked up at me. Her eyes softened a little and a small smile touched her lips that were covered with dark red lipstick.

"Good morning, babe"

I blushed and nodded my head

"Good morning, Stacy. Here's your coffee and chocolate chip cookie and for your boss, ice tea"

She smiled and nodded her thanks before kissing my lips. I blushed hard at the act and sped walked to my desk, ignoring her giggles behind me. I placed my hot chocolate on my desk and my bag on my chair before unlocking Mr. Hart's office doors and doing my morning routine which consisted of brewing his coffee, open the covers to reveal the floor to ceiling windows. As usual I stood still for a second just staring at the city below me. It always seems to capture my attention.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I walked over to his desk and set up his things the way he likes them. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air and gave a homey feel to the cold office space. I smiled when everything was set. Footsteps and voices reached my ear and in haste, I walked over to the coffee maker and poured some coffee in the a white mug I gave him for Christmas that read 'STICK IT TO THE MAN' in big black bold letters. Of course it was a gag gift but he loved it and has been using it for years.

"Good morning Cay"

"Good morning, pops. Here's your coffee"

I turned around with a big smile only to drop it when I saw who was with pops. How can I forget he was in the building? With a deep breath, I forced on a fake smile and walked over to Mr. Hart and gave him his coffee. He took it and gave me a peck on my forehead. He's big on public displays of affection, so whenever he sees his son or me and my siblings, he always gives our forehead a gentle kiss before continuing what he was doing. He doesn't care who sees as long as we feel loved

I felt a heated glare on the side of my face and I knew exactly who it belonged to and so I blatantly ignored his negativity

"How's Kelly?"

I smiled and shook my head lightly when I remembered breakfast this morning.

"Mama is doing great. Tristan was at home last night so as you can imagine, no one had a wink of sleep. My brother is a very loud guy and Tristan needs to wash his mouth with soap because the things he was saying would make even the devil himself blush and mama being the lady that she is, teased them until they were redder than a overly ripe tomato" I giggled, passing him his slice of banana cake

Pops threw his head back and let out a belly laugh. He always seems to enjoy his son's embarrassment.

"Can you blame my boy? He finally gets to be physical with Bas now that he's finally 18" He commented

I nodded and turned to walk away only to have him stop me. I turned around and gave him a look of confusion. He gestured to the man he walked in with and introduced him to me. If only he knows that I already met the asshole

"Cay, this is Silas Isaac Richardson of Richardson Enterprises. He'll be working with us in the construction of the new school and the playground in Fallen Heights. Silas this is my personal assistant and better known as my son's best friend, Caleb Williams"

I looked away from pops and gazed at Silas from under my lashes. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as lust and want swam around his light blue eyes

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He looked down at me with dark lust filled eyes that made me want to come from just that look alone. His dark hair looked black under the dim light making his eyes stand out. His rugged facial features twisted in pleasure, the veins in his neck bulged out as he kept snapping his hips back and forth with so much force that it had me moving up and down on the bed

"So beautiful" He whispered, kissing my shoulder and licked the sweat that trickled down the length of my neck.

I shivered lightly when I felt the muscle swirl around my skin before he bit into my shoulder lightly and thrust harder into me. I threw my head back, back arched slightly and moaned out loud

"That's it, baby. Let me hear how much you want me" His sinful words entered my ear and filled my head with crazy desire

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I shivered before giving him a forced smile and practically ran out of the room like my behind was on fire. I barely caught what pops said before I closed the door behind me and sped walked to my desk. I threw my bag beside me and plopped down on my chair and picked up my hot chocolate and took a long drink

Oh dear, I can't go through this day if he'll be here watching my every move like a hawk

I picked my phone up and dialled Tristan's number. I knew he always had classes on Thursdays but I need him here before I hyperventilate and make this bigger than what it really is. He's just a one night stand who wants nothing to do with me. Who cares what he thinks or what he does? or better yet, who he does

That's the problem right there. I care about what that asshole does and I hate it. I just had one night with him, one night where I wasn't Caleb Ashley Williams; the man with the weight of the world on his shoulder. I was a 23 year old man out to have fun and release the tension he has growing on him for years

The ringing stopped before Tristan's hushed voice answered

"Hello?"

"It's me. I was wondering after all these years, you'd like to meet" I sang

"Alright Adele"

I heard him chuckle when I giggled before he said something about using the washroom. I was confused for a little while before I realised he must have been talking to his teacher.

"What's up?"

"The sky" I mumbled, going through pops' schedule for the day

My eyes widened when I realised that today he'll be with the asshole for half day before going down to the construction site. I made a sound of annoyance and frustration before hitting my head on my desk

"I'm on my way" He disconnected the call before I could tell him 'no'

Great, one problem arises and another piles on to it. I picked up the phone on my desk after setting my cell phone down and speed dialling 1. On the second ring, pops picked up the phone. He sounded angry but was trying hard to reign in his emotions knowing I don't do well with negative emotion. I simply hate negative energy. I believe it destroys the soul and everything around it

"Yes"

"Pops, Tristan is coming down to the office. His classes was cut short due to some unforeseen circumstances so he'll be coming along with you and Mr. Richardson to learn more about the business you're conducting with the Richardson Enterprises"

"Is that so" He knew I was lying so I just sighed

"I need him" I mumbled, tracing the edge of my desk

"Tell him to get here fast because we're leaving in a few minutes. There has been a problem with the site. Apparently the community doesn't want strangers on their turf, their words not mine"

I giggled. I knew exactly who he's talking about. The vipers are a pain in the ass, especially to new people and the workers of Hart Industries and Richardson Enterprises are new people. I hummed in acknowledgement before hanging up and text Tristan the plan, knowing full well he won't answer my call

I went straight to work before calling Easton's second in command; a 26 year old mountain of a man with an authority issues. He has had problems with the police but each time he was let go and I have a feeling it has something to do with Easton but this is getting on my nerves. David Jones has been causing problems in our neighbourhood and it needs to stop

"Jones" His deep baritone answered from the other line

"David, we have a problem" I stated seriously

"Mr. Williams I-"

"What is this I hear about the Vipers giving my boss' workers a hard time?" I hissed in anger

Always show you mean business. Once you show dominance in a situation, people will respect you or fear you Easton's voice rang in my head.

I smiled when I heard David stutter out an excuse but it was getting pathetic and I kinda felt sorry for the man.

"Enough, your rambling is giving me a headache. Just tell them to back off and clean up their mess before I arrive there in about thirty minutes. I'll let Easton know about your little activity and let him deal with it"

Before he could say something to change my mind, I hung up and sighed. I rubbed my face before running my fingers through my hair and letting my forehead hit my desk. I hate when I have to act heartless. It makes me feel like a villain.

"Trouble in Paradise?"

I looked up and smiled. Tristan stood in front of my desk with a box in his hand and I have no doubt what so ever that chocolate cake is in that little box. He wore simple blue jeans and a white shirt with a pair of orange slippers. His hair is a messy mop on his head and his eyes held mischief. I rolled my eyes and stood up from my seat to take the box when it was snatched from Tristan's hand

My eyes widen before it narrowed into slits as I glared at pops.

"Hand it over, old man, before I hurt you"

He shook his head and was about to make a run for the elevator when I acted quickly on my feet and grabbed it from him before sprinting off. Arms wrapped around my waist before lifting me off the ground. I squealed and accidently threw the box up in the air. I raised my hand in the air and willed my body to slide through pops' arms and onto the ground. Pops moved back and caught the sweet goodness before it hit the ground and I was grateful for the save.

Just as he was about to stand up straight, I slid across the floor and grabbed the box from his hands before quickly getting back on my feet and ran around Tristan. I was about to slam against Mr. Richardson, who looked surprise at the scene in front of him, when someone gripped my arm and pulled me back. I was about to fall on the ground when Mr. Richardson moved forward and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his body

I almost moaned at the contact. His hot hard body against mine had Friday night replaying in my head and it seems to be affecting Mr. Richardson too because his eyes darken with lust, his jaws clenched and his arms tightened around me. He leaned down and was about to kiss me when pops spoke up

"Okay, you win. I'm getting too old to fight for food" He whined, walking away

I pushed away from Mr. Richardson and walked towards Tristan who wrapped his arm around my shoulder and brought me to his side. I ignored the look on Mr. Richardson's face and the questioning look on Tristan's face before I hollered at Pops.

"Never mess with my chocolates old man"

He laughed out loud as Tristan snickered. Peter shook his head while Stacy giggled a bit before going back to her work.

I guess today won't be that bad

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