Chapter Eight
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I was looking over the contract I had drawn up a few days ago when Quayliah walked into the office. It was perfect timing, since she was the one who had constructed it.
Right away, I asked, “What is the meaning of this clause?”
She walked around to my side of the desk and looked down to read what I was pointing at. A second later, she responded, “That is to protect you, should anybody have a problem with anything designed by her.”
“I have never seen this in any of my other contracts with designers. Why now? Why with this one?” I inquired, not understanding this recent add-on.
Instead of responding right away, Quayliah walked behind me and started rubbing my shoulders first, then she calmly explained, “We don’t usually sign with ‘new meat’. She still has a lot to learn about the trade. What will happen to Ambroise Étoile Couture if she designs a shoe that is substandard and our customers end up with sprained ankles or worse?”
I thought about what Quayliah had said, as her fingers continued to knead my sore, tensed-up muscles. The logic was definitely there.
Yet, something didn’t feel right about it, so I instructed, “I understand where you are coming from, but I don’t like it. Take it out and draw up a new contract. I will be setting up a meeting with Lachlan Designs as soon as we are all settled in at Lysbrook Manor.”
Quayliah slid her hands down the front of me as she bent over and brought her lips to my ear to seductively murmur, “Yes, sir. What else would you like me to do?”
As she slid her tongue up the curve of my ear, I hastily closed the folder and shoved it into my top desk drawer, then I grabbed one of Quayliah’s wrists and pulled her around the chair. She leaned back against my desk and smirked, as she smugly mumbled, “I know you want this.”
As she slid her hand down the front of her body, I licked my lips and demanded, “Turn around and bend over, Mon Mimi.”
Quayliah obeyed like the good kitten she is, and I didn’t waste any time pulling her pencil skirt up over her perky ass. After I pulled her sexy black thongs down to the floor, I kissed up the length of her right leg. When I reached her cute buttocks, I gave her right butt cheek a little nibble, earning a loud moan from her.
Not wanting my son to hear her moans, I removed my tie and balled it up, then I shoved it in her mouth, as I whispered into her ear, “This time, you have to be quiet, pussycat.”
She shook her head yes and pushed her butt back against my groin, making me want to moan, but I had good self-control, so it wasn’t hard for me to hold back. That didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to take her right then and there though.
As soon as my pants were down at my feet, I lined myself up and plunged into her deep cavern. I gave it to Quayliah, fast and hard, just the way she likes it, and in no time we both reached a much-needed release.
It wasn’t often that I took Quayliah up on her offers for s*x, but when I did, I was never disappointed. How could I be?
The woman has the body of a model and f***s like a porn star, but there is no real connection between us. Just work and a contract that allows us to have s****l relations with the stipulations of us never being anything more and Quayliah never getting pregnant by me.
When I was done, I tossed a tissue to Quayliah, then grabbed one to clean myself before pulling my pants back up. Since my tie was wet with Quayliah’s saliva, I tossed it to the side and grabbed my back-up tie from my desk drawer. I always kept one in there in case turbulence caused me to spill a drink or food on myself.
Asralyn
Calvin pulled my hair up into an elegant French twist and added a pin that ran down the length of the twist. The hair pin was adorned with tiny rhinestones that formed two roses with leaves.
To complete the gown, Asralyn offered to let me wear a pair of her diamond earrings with a matching diamond necklace. I tried to decline, but she wouldn’t have it. Then she insisted I carry a small clutch that was covered in rhinestones from top to bottom.
When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I didn’t even recognize myself. It was as if I was looking at somebody else.
Sure, I own some nice clothing. Or well, I did until last night. But nothing as exquisite as what I was wearing at this moment.
I watched my lips curve up to form a satisfied smile. I’d worked so hard to reach this moment, and I was dead set on enjoying every second of it.
“Who’s ready to party?” Asralyn asked in a sing-song voice.
“I am,” I answered, turning around to face her.
She locked her arm with mine and hummed, “Let’s go show off these beautiful works of art.” Our arms remained locked, as we made our way through the hotel.
When we reached the entryway to the banquet room, we were met by a man with short, wavy, light brown hair. There was concern etched onto his handsome face, yet his blue eyes held warmth in them when they landed on Asralyn.
“Lydan! So glad you could make it! Where’s Ambroise?” Asralyn greeted when we reached the man.
“Um…” he started to say, then shifted his weight to his other leg before flatly stating, “Lysbrook Manor.”
“Seriously!? Today!?” Asralyn blurted out, not even trying to hide her frustration. A big sigh followed before she asked, “What in the hell happened?”
“I don’t have the details. All I know is that today is up to us, then we are to join Ambroise there,” Lydan promptly responded.
“I am going to ring her neck! I swear that woman is going to be the death of him and me,” Asralyn grumbled, walking away from the two of us.
I was a little surprised by the sudden change in her mood, and honestly not sure what to do, so I decided it would be best for me to make my way into the banquet room and find a seat. However, when I stepped inside, all eyes landed on me, while mine landed on Seth and Annihya, standing together, next to a rich-looking couple.
I nearly lost it when I saw that b***h wearing my designer dress! The only one I had of my own designs! Who in the hell does she think she is?
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