Page 49 of Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance

Chapter Thirteen

Katherine

I felt like I was on top of the world. It didn’t matter much that I was caught up in the loose ends of the investigation nor did I worry that there’d be anything that Preston was keeping from me, because I fully trusted him. I got ready to head down to the Kingsman Enterprises office to work through a few last-minute things for my report before I had a meeting with William over lunch. Yet another one that I get to tell him there’s absolutely nothing to find. No sign of the missing document and no indication that the money ever touched Preston’s hands. I still had yet to see the signed document myself and until that happened, Preston was in the clear.

I have no doubt that something like this could’ve happened, but if it was Preston’s father that did it, it’s out of my hands without proof.I slipped into a tight little black pencil skirt and a blush-colored satin blouse, tousling my brown tresses before grabbing my work tote. I glanced at myself in my vanity mirror before heading out the door, looking forward to seeing Preston. I could practically still taste him on my lips, and I wanted nothing more than to feel that all over again. Remember, you need to be discreet. You don’t need more people talking right about now.

I arrived at the office, swiping my keycard, pressing the button for the elevator, and stepping inside.

“Hold the door!”

I did as the voice asked, and in came Preston with that captivating smirk of his. I basked in the scent of his cologne in the small space we were in, listening to the soft ding! of the elevator as it continued to climb up to the office floor.

He smiled at me, reaching over to the panel with elevator buttons, pulling the emergency stop. He inched closer to me, his eyes lowering to my lips, his hands grabbing my waist, and I beamed up at him. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the heat consume us both, and I kissed him hard. He pressed my arms up against the elevator walls, his fingers intertwined in mine, and I fell right into him.

“What if someone needs to use this thing?”

“Well, I own the building so they’re just going to have to wait,” he teased.

I felt his tongue in my mouth while I basked in how good he tasted. My hands traveled down his body, wrinkling his suit so I could find his belt buckle. I undid it, feeling his dick press into my inner thigh. I pulled it out of his boxers, running my fingers along the shaft, as he hiked up my skirt.

It felt surreal. I didn’t know what came over me, what part of could possibly think that doing this was a good idea. But I knew that I never was more excited in my whole life.

He pulled my lace panties to the side, brushing up against my throbbing clit before wrapping his legs around me, sliding his dick inside. He pressed my back up against the wall, driving his cock hard and fast inside me until I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. He grabbed a handful of my hair, his forehead resting on mine, and I reached up to kiss him.

The thought that only a thin sheet of metal separates us from thousands of people in the building and that any of them could see us if the doors would suddenly open amplified my sensations a thousandfold.

A world of pleasure erupted between us, and for a moment we completely forgot where we were. He fucked me harder, faster, ramming his hard cock up inside me until my pussy started to swell.

Seconds felt like hours.

I dug my nails into his arm as the orgasm erupted through me, and he held me steady, enjoying the show. I squirmed, unable to contain the cry of pleasure that exploded from my lips, and I watched as Preston looked me right in the eyes as he came. My heart was racing and I just couldn’t catch my breath when I was around him. Now, I knew for sure, I’d fallen for him.

“A-any chance we’re going to be able to walk out of here with no one suspecting a thing?” I asked.

“That’s what we’re hoping for,” he said, with a smirk.

He pressed the emergency stop and the elevator continued up while I tried to smooth my disheveled hair. Right before we made it to our floor, he leaned in to kiss me again.

“I never want to stop feeling this way, Kat. I know you don’t either. I hope you have a wonderful day,” he said, just as the elevator dinged. The doors opened, and out we went, going our separate ways for the rest of the day.

I unlocked my apartment door, setting my keys down, and I heard Poppy on the phone in her bedroom. It didn’t seem like she heard me come in, but I made my way to the fridge to pour myself some juice. I was still on a high from the morning I’d had, and I couldn’t wait to experience it again. I sat at the breakfast bar with my cold juice near Poppy’s laptop, and I didn’t think much of it until a notification made the screen illuminate.

It looked like she was perusing some gossip sites, and it wasn’t until I got a better look that I read the headline on the screen. Manhattan’s Favorite Bachelor Being Investigated for Fraud and Rekindling His Relationship with Ex-Girlfriend Leighton Blake? I rolled my eyes, thinking this was just another way for the tabloids to make money and tarnish Preston’s reputation, until I scrolled down to see the pictures. My heart sank into my stomach as I studied them. The article said that these were taken last night. No. This doesn’t make any sense. He said there was nothing going on between them. He said that there was no dinner. I thought, but I couldn’t ignore what I was seeing right before my eyes.

They sat there close together at the bar, and the way she brushed up against his arm, the way they looked like they belonged together, made the tears start to stream down my face. I heard footsteps approaching from behind me, and I shut the laptop.

“Oh, Kat. I didn’t want you to see those. At least not yet. Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she said.

“I should’ve known better than to trust him. How could I have been so stupid?”

“You’re not stupid. He’s an ass. If I ever see him again, I’m going to kill him.”

“I might just beat you to it,” I murmured.

I pointed to the cabinet with the wine glasses and Poppy nodded at me, pouring it up high so I could drown my sorrows. An hour later, my phone screen lit up with a call from him, but I picked it up, chucking it across the room, watching it land safely on the couch.

“Manhattan business sharks. All agenda, no heart. He played me so many times, Pops. How am I supposed to just go on and finish the investigation now?”

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