Page 43 of Dirty Little Secrets
The elevator dings. He steps back giving me back my space as the doors slide open.
“You’re just a whore being passed around by men who are smarter than you.”
I flinch like he slapped me. His words hitting me in the wound that won’t ever heal. The wound that no matter how hard I try won’t scar or fade. It continues to bleed. Reminding me that I don’t mean anything to anyone if they knew the truth.
I walk to my desk and put my purse in the bottom drawer. I open Xaiden’s office door not bothering to knock.
He looks up from his desk with an eyebrow raised. His cell phone pressed to his ear. He mumbles something and then hangs up.
“Is there a reason, you failed to knock, Ms. Summers?”
I march up to his desk hating the way Landon made me feel in the elevator knowing it’s fueling my anger making me do stupid shit like I am right now.
“Don’t Miss Summers me. Did you hit him?”
His gaze hardens. “Is that what he told you?”
I lick my lips nervously. “Something like that.”
I don’t want to tell him exactly what he said because it will remind me all over again what I am to him. To all of them.
“Did you like it?”
I straightened trying to calm my racing heart with the way his voice dropped. Like a lover asking how his cum tasted after sex. But I wasn’t at the club dressed in shiny spandex with my head covered. I remind myself I was at work. He has no idea it was me because in his eyes I’m just his secretary. An employee. Even if I wasn’t, he wouldn’t look at a woman like me twice.
“I’m not sure what you mean?”
“What I did to his face.”
“So you are admitting it.”
“The way you stormed in my office I don’t think I have to. You already know because he made a point in telling you. He wants you to think I’m this monster.”
“Well, are you?”
He places his elbows on his desk causing his white dress shirt to tighten across his chest hinting at the taut muscles and dark ink underneath. “Do I look like a monster? Or did you forget the way he grabbed you and held you against your will because he thinks we’re fucking.”
Memories of him fucking me filter inside my head. The smell of his skin. The taste of his mouth. The ache between my legs every time I sit. Memories I want branded inside of me to forget the ones that haunt me.
“But we’re not,” I lie.
“Of course not. Because I don’t fuck my employees and he should know better than to think I would sleep with you. I also don’t like men that put their hands on a woman. For any reason and I won’t tolerate it any capacity.”
If he only knew he already broke that rule. His reason for hitting Landon makes me crave him more but the fact that he wouldn’t touch under normal circumstances is like the bitter cold
“So what are you going to do next? Hit every man that touches me.”
“Are there any boyfriends you’re hiding that you are in fear of?”
I look out the window to the heavy clouds promising rain. “I don’t.”
“Good. Now, can you get back to work?”
I turn to leave, my mind spinning with all the ways I wish I could confess the truth. But the way his eyes raked over me didn’t match the way he spoke about sex. It was confusing, like I was two people trapped in one body. Yet when he looked me in the eyes in the light of day, he only saw the one he didn’t want.
And that’s the truth.
“Nori?”
