Page 22 of Submit to Mr. Billionaire

"Listen, Abby," I start, making sure my tone conveys the seriousness of what I'm about to say. "What happened back there, in the diner, that was just... it was nothing more than an act."

Abigail's smile fades. "What do you mean, Weston?"

I take a deep breath, needing to make this crystal clear. "I need to draw a line here. What we had... it's over, and it's never going to happen again. You and I are done, for good."

Her expression shifts to one of disbelief. "But I thought—"

I cut her off. "No, Abigail. What you did, cheating on me with my friend, was unforgivable. I was just trying to make someone else jealous back there. It wasn’t about us. There is no 'us' anymore."

She looks stunned, her eyes searching mine for any sign of the affection that used to be there. But I make sure to keep my gaze steady.

"I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea, but I'm being honest here. Both of us should move on," I add, hoping to end the conversation on a clear note.

For a moment, she just stands there, processing what I've said. Then, with a slight nod, she mutters, "Your loss." before turningand walking away. I watch her go, feeling a mix of relief and regret. But I know it was the right thing to do.

Now, it's time to face whatever comes next with Quinn.

The following morning in my office, I'm going through some paperwork when Quinn strides in for our daily meeting.

She looks delicious as always, but there's a definite edge to her demeanor today. She sets down a coffee cup on my desk, her long hair cascading over one shoulder as she does.

"Do you want to take a seat?" I offer, trying to sound casual.

She shakes her head. "I'd rather stand."

I lean back in my chair and reach for the coffee, barely suppressing a smirk. It seems like my little act at the diner had the exact effect I was aiming for.

"What do we have lined up today?" I ask, looking up from my mug.

She glances up from her tablet, her eyes narrowing slightly as they meet mine. "We've got a packed schedule. I trust you're well rested?" Her voice carries a subtle jab.

I decide to overlook her insinuation. "Always. What's first?"

Quinn begins, "First up, you have a meeting with the financial department at 10 AM, followed by a call with the web developer at 11:30."

I make a mental note. "Ensure they have a mock-up of their plans to show me. I want all the updates finished by the end of the quarter."

She starts to type that into her tablet but then stops and looks directly at me. "What's the deal with you and Abigail?"

My eyebrows furrow in surprise.How does she know Abigail's name?

"Nothing," I answer.

She moves closer, her eyes searching mine for truth. "I saw you two leave together last night. You tell me you want everything, then you're off with her?"

"Quinn," I breathe out as I get up and move behind her, pressing my rock-hard cock against her. Her hands land flat on the desk as she slightly bends over. "What if I told you I used her to make you jealous," I say, my breath warming her skin as I pull her hair gently to one side. My hands move down her body, and I trace my fingers along the hem of her skirt then slip them between her thighs. "What if I told you I knew it would make that sweet little pussy of yours all wet for me?" I hook my fingers around her panties and slide them down. I push two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. I locate her sweet spot and as I apply pressure to it, she responds with soft whimpers. "Weston, please," she begs.

My fingers pick up the pace, moving faster inside her. "Please, what, baby?" I ask, my warm breath sending shivers down her spine as I notice goosebumps forming on her skin.

I press my lips to her neck, my tongue teasing her. Her moans intensify as she struggles to form words. "Don't stop," she murmurs. I suck on her neck and her legs tremble at the combination.

"Let's have dinner tonight."

"Weston," she breathes out.

"Do you want to cum?" I ask as I press a kiss to the back of her neck. "Again." another kiss. "Again and again." My fingers continue working their magic inside her and she nearly falls apart.

"Yes," she gasps in a breathy moan.

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