Early the next morning, Maddy and I ordered our coffees from the corner shop and then took a seat out on the patio. We were the only ones out there, which was perfect, because I didn't want anybody listening in on our conversation.
Maddy let out a long yawn and wiped the sleep from her eyes. “Jane, I appreciate you wanting to take the time to get together with me. I really do. Jesus, though, it's freaking early.”
I took a sip from my coffee in the hopes of keeping my eyes open. She wasn't lying. It was way too early to be up and moving around. I just wanted to get her advice as soon as possible and waiting until lunch didn't feel like an option. I didn't have that kind of patience.
“Sorry, Mads,” I said. “I take it you aren't an early bird.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “Early bird? Are you kidding me? Do you realize the struggle it is for me to drag my ass out of bed every morning and crawl into Winthrow Fi
Maddy and I rode the elevator up. It stopped at the third floor and when the doors opened, we exchanged a hug. “Have a good day,” I said. “You too.” Maddy walked out of the doors and turned around. “I hope you don't pass out from lack of oxygen all the way up there on the very top floor.” I laughed and shook my head. “I'll try not to. Talk to you soon.” The elevator doors closed and I leaned against the wall as it rode upward. The talk with Maddy that morning had been motivating and inspiring. Enough bullshit,I thought.I'm done dancing around the issue with Carter. I'm going to tell him how I feel and demand that he do the same. Once at the top floor, I stepped out and made my way toward the offices. Cindy was already there at the front desk. She looked up when she saw me and gave me a half-assed nod and a mumbled “good morning”. “Morning,” I said confidently. That was the extent of our con
Everything was in order. I'd gotten all of my work done, my desk was organized and I'd already shut my computer down. I tossed my cell phone in my purse and headed out of the office doors. Cindy rolled her eyes as I walked by. “A little early to be calling it a day, isn't it?” she asked, looking at her watch. It was only fifteen minutes before I was technically off of work, but I needed to cut out early. “I've got a meeting,” I said. “Right,” she replied, rolling her eyes so hard I thought she might knock herself out of her chair. I just laughed to myself as I walked by. I didn't actually have a meeting. The real reason I needed to leave a bit sooner was because I had a date to get ready for and I had to go shopping beforehand. Of all of the clothes that I had in my closet, I didn't feel that I had a dress worthy of the event. Carter had already seen me in my black dress and I wasn't about to wear the same outfit for the second time with him.
In my new dress, I felt like a different woman. When I got parked my car and saw myself in the reflection of the restaurant's window, I didn't see the Plain Jane that I'd seen my entire life. What I saw, was a reflection of someone with confidence. Maybe it was the dress, or maybe it was the fact that I was about to walk into the most expensive and fancy restaurant in the entire city. A place where a meal cost a minimum of five hundred bucks. Regardless, it was clear that I'd come a long way from the girl I used to be. When I stepped inside, I was immediately greeted by the host. “Good evening, ma'am,” he said. “What name are your reservations under?” “Carter,” I said. “Carter Winthrow.” He nodded. “Ah, yes, Mr. Winthrow. Please, come this way.” I followed him and it felt like I was walking into a movie. The restaurant was filled with elegant-looking people. The women were dressed to perfection and the men were adorned in expensive suits. Clas
Within a few minutes, the waiter came back with our food. The lobster frittata looked delicious, but the caviar looked like a small bowl of bubbly black tar. “You want me to eatthat?” I asked, pointing toward the fish eggs and trying not to gag. “Just try it,” he said. “If you try it and you hate it, then I'll never make you eat it ever again when we go out.” “When we go out? Does that mean that this dinner isn't just a one time thing?” I asked. My heart started to speed up despite my best efforts to stay in control. “It's a celebration dinner, right?” he said. “We're here because you made Winthrow Financial over a million dollars. I truly hope that we have lots more things like that to celebrate in the future.” “Me too,” I said. His answer was noncommittal, but acceptable. “Alright, so how do I eat it?” “I like it by itself, but you might enjoy it more on a cracker,” he said, using a small silver spoon to lift some eggs
Carter led me across the restaurant. His pace was quick, but I managed to keep up, regardless of the fact that I wasn't used to walking in heels. A few of the restaurant's patrons glanced up as we walked by, but I kind of liked it. I enjoyed the fact that Carter had his hand in mind and that people could see it. It made me feel like I was actually his girlfriend. Whether or not that was the case might have been a different story, though. “Where are we going?” I asked when we didn't go near the front door. “You said you couldn't wait,” he said. “Neither can I.” We walked into an area near the restrooms. On either side were overstuffed leather couches and tables. It appeared to be a lounging area. I'd never seen anything like that next to a restroom before. I assumed it was there so that the men could sit and chat, while their women took their sweet time in the bathroom. Luckily, that room was empty so we didn't get any strange looks as Carter pulled me into th
Carter disappeared from view as he dropped to his knees behind me. The position brought his face to the same level as my most sensitive area. He wrapped his his hands around my legs, the warmth seeping into me. He kissed the back of my thighs, inching his way upward toward my panties. When he got there, he pulled them to the side. Immediately after, I felt his tongue collide with my pussy. My jaw dropped and my eyes closed halfway as a surge of ecstasy pumped throughout my body. It radiated outward, starting from where Carter's tongue touched my clit and all the way out to my fingertips. Carter let out a sexual growl as he bombarded my clit with his tongue. He flicked it rapidly, then circled it with his lips, in a similar manner as he had done with my nipples. Only this felt ten times better. My knees went weak and I had to remind myself to breath. His hands went to my ass and he squeezed my cheeks, spreading me wide for him. He then darted his tongue in bet
It was still early in the evening. The sun was just starting to go down and the sky was turning to fire above the tall buildings. I got into my car, which was parked on the street, and watched as Carter's limo drove away. Even though I was driving home alone to my empty apartment, it didn't matter. I was on cloud nine. In that moment, I had everything I could have ever wanted. My sexual desires had been relieved and I'd shown Carter once again that I would be better as his girlfriend than as his employee. Oh, and I also ate a pretty good meal too. My plan was to head home, maybe eat some ice cream, definitely watch some of my favorite reality shows and then eventually go to bed. It was going to be the perfect end to the perfect evening. I drove across town with the windows down and the radio turned off. The sound of the wind was all that I could hear as it rustled through my hair. It felt like I was on the brink of something great in my life. It was the same sensatio
I took the skin-tight dress off, hanging it on a hanger as gently as I could. I still needed to return it if I could get the stains out of it. I peeled my panties off, the sticky remnants of my sexual encounter with Carter making themselves known. I knew I was risking a lot not taking any precautions, but I didn't care. I just wanted Carter. I wanted him to claim me as his. And what if I did get pregnant? I wanted a baby. Maybe not right now, but I did want one. And I most certainly wanted it to be Carter's. I wouldn't want anyone else's. He knew the risks just as well as I did. He'd made the same decision to take the risk and mark me as his. I rinsed off as quickly as I could, then threw on some comfy pajamas. I checked my phone, and had no messages as expected. I ignored the thrum of guilt at how I had treated her. The anger still ran hot enough that I could pretend I was entirely in the right. I thought to myself a few more moments, letting
Carter was still inside me as he began to stroke my hair. “So, you didn’t really tell me if you liked this bedroom.”“I do,” I said.“How would you like to share it with me?” he asked.I figured he would try to get me to move in with him. “Are you sure? That’s kind of a big step.”“So is having a baby,” he said.I thought about it. “I think I want to stay in my own apartment for now.”“Well, I can pay for it for now. That’s not a problem. But I’m going to want you to move in with me by the time the baby is born.”There he was with that patriarchal attitude again. “Or maybe I’ll spend my own money to live the same way I have been living, and you can just buy the baby some gold-plated diapers,” I said. I couldn’t help but overdo the sarcasm a little bit.He shrugged, then moved his hand to my shoulde
I hadn’t even begun to drink in the fact that Carter’s penthouse loft had a helipad before my breath being taken away by the sheer size of the apartment itself.“Carter, this is huge!” I said, looking around the place. There was a piano, a bar, and an entertainment center. That was just what I could see from the main entrance.“You want to see something else that’s huge?” he asked. I slapped his chest playfully, then moved to check out the rest of the apartment. He didn’t let me, though. He grabbed me by my waist and brought me in for a kiss.I squealed in surprise. “What’s that for?”“I know it’s been less than 24 hours since I last saw you, but I feel like so much has happened since then.” He kissed me again. “I found out I had a baby, I found out who the mole was in my company, I had my name dragged through the mud in all the tabloids-”“Carter,
The second I was in the door of the SEC headquarters, I went to a pay phone. I was surprised these things still existed.I copied a phone number from my cell phone and punched it in. It rang once before a gruff voice answered. “Who is this?” it asked me.“Carter, it’s me,” I said.He sounded relieved. “Jane. I’m glad it’s you. Somebody else got this phone number earlier and I was afraid they were calling again.” There was a pause. “Why aren’t you calling me from your own phone?”“I’m afraid it might have been tampered with,” I said. “That’s not important. What’s important is that I met with Delaney. Cindy is the mole in your organization. You have to monitor her access in general, but in specific, monitor any emails that you had with Greg about New York Solar.”“All emails are backed up on a weekly basis, and-”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” said Roger Delaney, President of New York Solar Company. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just squirmed in my seat a little bit. He sighed. “Look, you came to me, and now you’re wasting my time. What is it that you want?” I gulped. I really wasn’t cut out for this kind of confrontation. “I... I’m pregnant,” I managed to choke out. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I hear celebrations are in order. Did you want me to go to your baby shower or something?” I looked down at my feet. I was so embarrassed right now that I thought I could pass out. But I had to keep going. I had to. This was the only way that I could keep Carter and support my baby. I looked back up at him. “I’ve also been fired from Winthrow Financial.” He snorted. “That’s what happens when you deal with a snake like Winthrow. You end up knocked up, thrown out on your ass, and the subject of a government investigation on top of
I pulled up the text from Maddy again. You’re on TMZ right now. I tried to put myself in Maddy’s shoes. Every new piece of information in this drama, from the boat ride to my firing to the pregnancy, she had found out by seeing it on TV. I had thought about telling her about the pregnancy a few times, and it had come up against last night, when formulating the plan. Who else did you tell about you being on the boat?Carter had asked last night. Nobody, except... Except my friend Maddy,I had replied. Somebody’s leaking information to somebody, Jane. Somehow, the press or Roger Delaney keep knowing everything about us. Do you trust her? I did trust her. Even when Carter had suggested telling her about the pregnancy first, to see if she would leak it to the press or to Roger Delaney, the CEO of New York Solar Company. I was sure that it would just
I walked into the doctor’s office with a mixture of hope and dread. Hope because I’d finally be able to share the news with somebody else that I was pregnant. Dread because of all the things that would follow. Still, I had to be brave. It was all part of the plan. I had promised Carter that I’d go to the doctor’s office, and he got to pick the doctor. It still seemed a bit too patriarchal to me, but I’d go with it for now. I hadn’t been to the doctor since I had moved to New York City. This doctor’s office was right between the building for Winthrow Financial and Times Square. I could only imagine what the rent was on a place like this. It was late, almost 8 PM, so I expected the office to be dark. It was lit up like it was open 24 hours a day. The receptionist area was like any other, but I could tell that it catered to a wealthier clientele than I was used to. Everything about it seemed to scream “boutique”. I walked to the receptionist and gave her
My heart had been racing just a minute ago as Carter had pounded into my body. It had calmed down as we laid there in post-coital bliss, but now it was pounding so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest.He laid there, looking at me like he didn’t understand what I said. My breathing had stopped and I found it even harder to speak than before, but I managed to repeat what I said. “I’m pregnant.”He swallowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded my head. “I took a pregnancy test.”I braced myself for his next questions.Are you sure it’s mine? Didn’t you say you were on birth control? Are you trying to trap me?I knew I had to give him a few minutes for this to sink in, and I vowed not to hold it against him that he had these questions.His hand moved to my tummy, touching me through the see-through fabric of the purple lingerie. Then he pushed the fabric up my body, press
After beckoning to Carter in my sexy purple lingerie, I didn’t expect to wait long after beckoning him for him to react. He didn’t disappoint me. He had his hands around me before I even got to the bed. I moaned as I felt his lips connect with my neck from behind. His hands grabbed my hips, roughly bringing my ass toward his crotch. I could feel him getting hard already. This would be our third time having sex in 24 hours, but he showed no signs of losing any of his stamina. He turned me around quickly and looked at my body. I could feel him appraising me, but I didn’t mind. His looks, always so intense, made me feel even more beautiful than his touches did. And, especially in this outfit, I knew he’d like what he saw. He licked his lips. “I knew this would look stellar on you,” he said. His eyes moved up and down, but eventually settled on my chest. I smiled. The lacy fabric was just short of see-through, and I knew he could see my excited nipples poking thr
“It’s me. Open up.” Part of me was excited that Carter actually came to see me. Part of me was still mad that he sent me home from work. Allof me didn’t want him to see the current state of my apartment. It was a mess. “Why should I?” I asked, quickly picking up a handful of dirty clothes and putting them in a hamper. “Because I want to apologize. I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up. I really do have pizza.” I smiled. I could use some pizza right about now. “Should you be seen with me right now?” I asked as I sealed up the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “Uh, hello? I know you looked through the peephole. Didn’t you see my awesome disguise?” I laughed. “A hat? That’s your disguise?” “And a pizza. Don’t forget the pizza.” My tummy rumbled, even though I had just been shoveling ice cream into it. “How could I forget the pizza?” “So let me in before someone really does r