Page 21 of Carnal Desire
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Daniel Knight is a veteran who fell on hard times. He became an alcoholic and addicted to painkillers which ultimately led to homelessness after he came back from Iraq. I met him while he was panhandling around the Wholesale District in Los Angles. After hearing his story, I decided to put him through rehab and give him a job to get him off the streets. He’s been working here a BH Securities’ headquarters for nearly ten years now. And he does some side jobs for me when I can use his military talents. I will definitely be using him once I decide what to do about Christian Baptiste.
“So, what’s your day look like?” I ask as I make my way to the elevator that will bring me to my office and the other executive suites on the fourteenth floor. Normally, I use the private entrance but today I need everyone to know I’m in the building. I’m not supposed to be back in town for another two weeks since I extended my time in Chicago because of Cadence. But I had Ronnie call an emergency meeting with all the board members. It’s time to get them off my board and away from my company.
“I have a client in a few minutes, then two more-hour sessions, and then my calendar is clear,” she says. “It’s going to be a light day.”
“Great.” I push the button for the elevator and once the doors slide open, I step in. “Once you’re done with work, I would like for you to send me a picture.”
“What would you like to see, Sir?” she asks.
I smile. She’s the perfect submissive. Always wants to please. “You’ve been such a good girl, I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Oh! This should be fun,” she replies with shock in her voice. “It isn’t often you let me control things.”
I laugh. She’s exactly right but she deserves it. She does everything I ask her to do without complaint. The biggest being her telling herself everyday that she’s beautiful. That her scars don’t define her or make her less beautiful but more because she’s a survivor. I love hearing those words come out of her mouth and I believe she’s actually starting to believe them.
The elevator doors slide open and my secretary, Angela Moore sees me as soon as I step off. She rushes from around her desk to my side like she does every time I come into town.
“It’s good to see you, Mr. Hamm,” she says in that seductive voice I used to think was sexy. “How may I be of service?”
I want to roll my eyes at her forwardness, especially while I’m on the phone. Angela has been my secretary for two years. She also happens to be one of the many women I fuck whenever I’m in town and can’t get to the club. I don’t know how many times she’s been on her knees under my desk giving me a blow job. She doesn’t care if I’m on a conference call or doing a video conference call, if I want her sucking my dick, she’s willing. Now that’s something we are going to have to end because of Cadence. And I’m more than satisfied with my new arrangement.
“Angela,” I say, pushing the door open to my office with her following closely behind me. She closes the door, as I sit behind my desk. “Not now.”
I’m so focused on my conversation I don’t even notice that she’s ignoring me until it’s too late. “Hmmm…” She runs her hands up my thighs. “I’ve missed you, baby.”
“I’m going to let you go,” Cadence says. I can hear the hurt and defeat in her voice and it rips my heart out. “So, you can do whatever.”
“Cadence!” I shoot up out of my chair causing Angela to fall to the ground. “It’s not what you think,” I say, but I’m met with silence on the other end.
“Fuck!” I toss my phone on the desk. “Pack your shit and get the fuck out.”
She gets up and looks at me with confusion. “What…what’s wrong?”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out!”
Her eyes fill with tears and her lip trembles, but I don’t give a fuck. I pick up my phone, turn my back to Angela and try to call Cadence back. It rings then goes to voicemail. The door slams behind me. “She has to let me explain,” I mumble as I try to call her again, but it goes to voicemail. I send her a text and I can see that she has read it but I she doesn’t respond.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I run my hand through my hair.
I feel like throwing the fucking phone against the wall.
A quick knock sounds on the door, then Ronnie steps in. “Everyone’s waiting in the conference room, Sir.”
Fuck, I really don’t want to deal with this right now. I need to talk to Cadence so I can explain what she heard, but right now this is more important. I send her one final text. I don’t expect her to answer but I hope she does. It was going so well. And I really like spending time with her. I hope this stupid misunderstanding doesn’t mess shit up.
I rise from behind my desk, slide my phone into the pocket inside my blazer, then grab my briefcase. It holds all the evidence I need to get rid of all my board members. “Angela is no longer working here.” I button my suit jacket as I walk out my office door with Ronnie at my side. “Make sure security does not allow her back in the building. And I need you to see if you can get me a temporary secretary until I can hire someone. Someone older or a male.”
“On it,” he says as he types into his phone. “Anything else?”
“No that’s it for now.”
He nods as he continues to type into his phone. It’s time to get into business mode. I have to save my company. I can save my relationship with Cadence afterwards.
9
Cadence
