Randall

"Are you stalking me now?" I asked, waiting for a smart ass reply. It was just a coincidence that I would run into him when my Father informs me of my sister's pending marriage.

"I would never, that is not something that I would do." He replied, taking a sip of his drink, Raspberry Kiss cocktail. He never fails to amaze me of how he can be so carefree.

"No, you would never," I said sitting down at his table. "So marriage, how did this come about?" I asked.

Jeffrey lowered his sunglasses, glancing at me over top of them. "Well you know how the parental units are, they control the money therefore they control us."

"So are you going through with it?"

"Yes, why not?" He crossed his legs and leaned back in his seat.

"You know, that's my sister." I mentioned.

"Yes, I know," He gave me a wicked smile. I knew he wouldn't be faithful to Mari. At least Father could find someone a bit more suitable for her. "I figured since I couldn't have you, I might as well try your sister."

"Liar, you're just doing it to get back at me." I said leaning in towards him.

"Now why would I do that?" He said removing the sunglasses, placing them on the table. "By the way, how is your little boo thang? Dion, is it?"

"He is fine." I mumbled.

"How's the wife and kids?" He laughed while taking another sip of his drink.

Jeffrey knew exactly how to get under my skin. He's been like this since I refused to date him. He was my first love even though he didn't know it, shit I barely knew it. I wasn't exactly ready to come out and let everyone know that I liked men, but he was so open about understanding himself, he felt I should have been the same way. He's always held something against me from when I got married to him seeing me in the club, cuddled up with Dion. And now here we are looking at each other and he is about to marry my sister.

"Why did you contact me?" I asked. "What are you trying to accomplish?"

"I just wanted to know that if she was going to be my wife, that her brother was going to be able to come to the wedding," he said.

"Bullshit!" I exclaimed. Jeffrey smiled at me knowing what he was doing to me.

"Ok, fine," he said. "I wanted you there so that you could see me make your sister the happiest woman in the world."

"I don't believe you," I told him. "Why are you playing games? You know you don't want to be with her. You would rather be with me."

"Well, I am not going to be with you, am I? Besides, if you were a man, we'd be together right now."

"You know why we are not together. But you didn't want to accept what I could give you." Jeffrey rolled his eyes and turned away.

"You were a pussy, not a man. If you had been a real man, we would have been together. But you didn't want me enough to tell your father ." he said.

"You're right, I couldn't tell my father, but that didn't mean I didn't want you." I explained.

"Well there is nothing we can do about that now, can we? Besides, you have Dion now along with your wife and kids."

"And you have, what's his name again?" I asked slyly, tilting my head to the side. He readjusted in his seat; he thought I didn't know about his boyfriend, now he was uncomfortable.

"So, what's the matter with you and Dion? Is that why you are here?" Jeffrey asked.

"Why are you marrying my sister?"

"Personal reasons," he quipped. "Don't worry, she won't get hurt."

"Don't fuck with me, Jeffrey." I demanded.

"Well, I've always wanted Randall, but you refused me." Jeffrey smiled. He looked down at his phone and replied to a text message.

"Whatever." I said standing up as I had had enough banter with him. Suddenly a tall, dark handsome man, with long flowing hair, strolls over to the table.

"I knew I would find you here," he said looking at Jeffrey. He turned his attention towards me, looking me up and down, drinking me in. "And who is this fine specimen right here?"

"Oh him?" Jeffrey chimed. "He's someone who I used to have a thing for." I looked at Jeffrey and then looked at his friend. It wasn't Jeffrey's boyfriend, but he was very intriguing.

"I'll holla later." I downed my drink and left the table.

"See you later, brother in law!" Jeffrey yelled from his table. I stopped at the door and closed my eyes. I refused to turn around and acknowledge him. I pushed open the doors and left as I heard his cackle fade behind me.

§

Angela

I can't believe the time I had with Michael. He brought out another side of me that I never knew existed. I felt exhilarated afterwards which allowed me to have a smile on my face. I seemed to glide throughout the mansion, as if I was walking on a cloud. I had no cares as Michael paid attention to me in ways Bryan never did.

I loved being out of control with Michael as he built up my anticipation of what pleasure he was going to release upon my body. I was sitting in the study when Bryan entered quickly. He looked at me on his way to his desk, I failed to acknowledge his entry into the room which led him to be inquisitive.

"Angela." he mumbled.

"Bryan." I uttered.

"I take it that Michael informed you that I wouldn't see you to bed the other night, correct?"

"Yes, he did." I smiled thinking about how Michael laid me in bed instead.

"Good," he sat down at his desk with his eyes still focused on me. "I didn't see you in the morning."

"No, I took an early morning stroll across the grounds. It's beautiful in the early morning. Peaceful." I lied. I was still in the bed laying with Michael as he stayed in the cottage with me. Michael held me all night, making me feel wanted, needed and seen.

"Interesting," he said, clearing his throat. "Did Mari speak to you about any of the wedding plans?"

"Not as of yet. I am supposed to meet up with Sandra later today to discuss the venues that are possible."

"Good. Mari informed me that she will meet up with Jeffrey as well to discuss the wedding plans." He boasted proudly. I stood up as I received a text message from Michael which made me smile.

"See," I said, walking over to his side. "And you thought she was going to fight you. You're getting everything you wanted and a bit more." I rubbed his receding hairline with my fingers, tracing down the side of his face. I felt sexy, but not for him. It was for Michael. He made me feel like a woman again.

"It seems to be so." he chuckled. Bryan looked at me, took my hand and kissed it as Michael walked into the study. The both of us turned to see him walk slowly in. I smiled as he entered and walked in front of Bryan's desk.

"Mr. Worthington, Mrs. Worthington," he greeted us, looking at us individually. He kept his professional manner throughout.

"Good to see you, Michael."

"Hello Michael." I kept my calm and slowly walked towards the door. Bryan was looking down at documents on his desk as I had my eye on Michael. When I reached the door, he looked over and gazed at me. He winked quickly, never breaking Bryan's attention on work. I winked back and smiled.

"Ah Bryan, I'm leaving now." I stood at the entrance. He looked over to me as well as Michael.

"Oh ok Angela. Tell me how it goes with Sandra."

"Of course," I smiled. I learned to smile when I didn't care, I've been doing it so long that it comes naturally - which is scary. "Are you going to be home tonight for dinner?"

"Ah, yes. That is the plan. Why do you have plans?" he asked, giving me a possible way out of the house.

"Well, I was going to meet up with Sandra and I might just spend some time with her as well. She's an interesting person." Bryan has lost interest in what I was talking about as he looked back at his documents on the desk. Michael still had his eyes on me, I held up my phone signaling I would reach out to him. He gave a small nod and I left the study.

I smiled at the possibilities the night may bring.

§

Michael

I didn't expect Angela to be present in the study with Mr. Worthington. She looked sexy as hell, her sultry look made me want to ravage her over the fucking desk. She felt so comfortable in my arms the other night. I took her to an entirely different level that she wanted to explore but never had someone to awake the urge to cross the threshold. In doing so made me want her more.

"Michael, I will be going away next weekend. I will need you to stay on the compound to be present for Mr. Worthington and Mari's needs. You may stay in the cottage as before." He verbalized his demands.

"Of course, Sir. How long will you be away?" I needed to plan my strategy to be with Angela the entire time.

"I will be going to Paris next weekend for a meeting. I will be leaving on Thursday and should return Monday. I did not mention this to Mrs. Worthington and I suggest you do the same." He didn't want her to know because he was about to meet up with someone. I didn't give a fuck and I'm sure Angela wouldn't either, because I plan to make her forget she is married the entire weekend.

"Understood, Sir. Will you be needing a ride to the airport?"

"Yes, could you please arrange for a driver to pick me up directly from the office, I would rather avoid Angela seeing me off."

"Understood," I said, opening my scheduler and penciling in a task of me making the arrangements for Mr. Worthington's pick up from work next week. "Is there anything else you need, do you need me to alert the staff at your Paris estate?"

"Yes, please do so. That will be nice, I haven't been there in ages." Mr. Worthington sat back in his chair and smiled as he reminisced about his time in Paris.

"I'm sure it will be relaxing. I've heard it is nice around this time of the year."

"It is," he smiled again and looked at me. "You've never been?"

No, motherfucker I don't have money like you.

"I must admit, I've never been." I smiled and he nodded.

"You must go at least once in your life if you don't go regularly." He suggested.

"Understood. I'll look into it."

My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out to check the message that was sent.

[Mrs. Worthington] When I saw you, I wanted to fuck you on top of the desk.

[Michael] So did I.

"I believe that is all for today, Michael. I sent you an email in regards to a contract that I need you to send to Randall." Mr. Worthington handed me a stack of files.

I stuffed my phone in my suit jacket pocket and grabbed the files. "What would you like for me to do with these?"

"I need copies of these files made and the copies sent to Randall immediately. He needs these for an upcoming case."

"Take the copies over to Randall's house." He suggested.

"Will do. If you need me, please call me." I paused before exiting. Mr. Worthington's focus was elsewhere as he just nodded and shooed me away.

I was going to be busy for the remainder of the day as Angela. As much as I wanted to be with her, I would have to wait until next week, therefore no distractions, interruptions or the worry of getting caught. It's perfectly fine, the longer we are away from each other, the more we will crave each other.