Page 76 of Anything To Be With You

"I’ve been dying to taste you since the first day you stepped into my office," he says against my lips.

"Well, you deserve a gold star for that performance," I say and slide my hand between us, cupping him through his slacks. "Now it’s my turn." I purr as I push him down on the couch.

My phone starts ringing, and I groan at the sound of Mason’s ringtone. "One second," grabbing my purse, I pull my phone out. "What is it Mason?" I bite out.

"There’s some dude here," he says.

My desire infused daze clears. I move away from Luke. "You didn’t open the door, did you?" I question. Mason is more that capable of taking care of himself, however, I don’t need him playing hero and end up hurt.

"No. Said his name is Josh and he’s my father." Mason grumbles.

My stomach plummets to my feet and I drop my phone.

"Sweetheart?" Luke’s hand lands on my lower back.

I move, my hand shaking as I pick my phone off the ground. "I’m on my way. Do not open the door, do not tell him you’re alone, and whatever you do, do not, I repeat, do not call Auntie Erin." I hang up, throwing the cell in my purse. "I gotta go."

"Is everything all right? You look pale."

"No, ah, no. Everything is not all right." I try to fix my clothes but my fingers tremble too much to hold onto the buttons.

"What's going on?"

I sigh and drop my hands. "Josh is at my place."

Luke begins buttoning up my shirt. His thick fingers swallowing up the small buttons. "Do you need me to drive you home or come with you?"

The offer is sweet, but I can’t, and I’m too pissed to try to be nice. "No. I—I got this." I answer. "I'll text you when I get home."

Luke regards me for a moment before letting me go. Kissing him quickly, I bolt from his office. "And put your shirt on, you slut." I call over my shoulder.

His chuckle follows me as I run out of the primary office, taking the stairs, and running through the underground parking. My heels clicking off the cement.

I open my car door and get in, promising that I would get new brakes out of my next paycheque if it would start, and what do you know, fires up on the first go. I race out of the underground parking and head west on Wellington Street East.

"How did he find us?" I say aloud.

Josh has somehow gotten my cell and work numbers and refuses to tell me how. He has been calling nonstop. Leaving nasty voicemails about what he would like to do to me sexually. I’ve blocked him but somehow, he’s able to leave the messages.

I pull my car next to the curb behind a rusty Ford truck and slam on the breaks. I can see Josh talking through the door.

Climbing out, I yell, "what in the fuck are you doing here!" I step onto the sidewalk and march towards my house, opening the small white gate and up the stone walkway.

Josh turns and smiles, opening his arms. "Hey baby."

I slap his arms away, the smile on his face disappearing. "How did you find us?" I demand. The door opens a crack. "Shut the damn door, Mason!" I yell. The door slams shut, and the lock thrown. "I asked you a fucking question." I hiss, tapping my foot on the small step.

I didn’t get a good look at him when he and his harpy mother showed up at the office. However, now that I’m face to face with him, he hasn’t changed much since I saw him last.

Sixteen years ago.

His hair has thinned out and his once flat stomach is now rounder, but he’s still handsome.

For a knuckle dragging swamp twat.

"I asked you a question. How did you find us."

"That's none of your concern." Josh says, leaning against the front door.

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