Deep brown pools of mud invite me in.A moment transpires between us, something happening that I can't put my finger on. But I snap out of it. Turning to my father with furrowed brows, turning my attention back to the problem at hand rather than the strange woman who breached my protocols."It's okay, Cassy. I own this building much like tower one; ignore my son.""This is my office, father... and this is my half of the business," I remind him."Neither here nor by. Anyway, as Cassy enlightened you, we know. We've pulled the CCTV footage here in tower two. We are suing both parties that made a false allegation," he grins, taking a seat at my desk, angering me as the desk chair rolls backwards with his weight. This is my domain, my office and my fucking desk. But I don't confront him, keeping my anger inside as I ask my next question. It seems I've been on tenterhooks with my father since he took Melody all those years ago. And he hasn't regained total confidence in me since then."So
SebastianThe ability to work doesn't come easily to me for the rest of the day. Instead, I find myself sitting back in the chair with my fingers upon my lips as I take that moment to remember the woman my father is thrusting upon me as of tomorrow morning. Those eyes were shrouded with thick black lashes, her glasses on the end of her nose.And I can only imagine what was beneath her pencil skirt and button-down shirt.I find I'm disgusted with myself when I open the top drawer, intent on bringing myself back down to reality. And I do; the picture frame with a photo of Beth, Melody and me before her diagnosis sprays ice-cold water over the strange fire desire to get to know this... Cassidy, more intimately.I find myself asking, why her?Why now, in this untimely manner, when evidently I'm in the middle of a vast fucking complaint that could mean the board decided against me stepping up?And why has my father decided to pray on my weakness, knowing I surround myself with blonde bimb
Grinning, I turn off the main road in the back streets that will lead me to my daughter, and before long, I'm pulling up within the car park, walking to the reception desk."Can I have Melody early, please?" I request to the old frail receptionist who has been here since I was a child."Of course, let me ring through for her, Sebastian."I wait, pumped with excitement, as she tells me her teacher will bring her straight out. And she does, depositing her with me as Melody grins bigger than she had this morning."Daddy?" She questions as I take her delicate little hand in mine as we walk out of the school side by side."How was your day?" I ask her."Good, is something wrong?""Why would there be anything wrong, baby?""You're early," she points out as I strap her into the car."I thought perhaps you might like some ice cream and to visit the soft play centre whilst I finish my last meeting with Uncle Josh.""Are you serious?" She asks, clasping her hands before her much as I might have
Sebastian"What made you clock off early?" He asks me once we've reviewed the essential documents as we sit at the table whilst Melody runs around with some friends she has made."Does there have to be a reason to spend time with my child?""No, but I know you, Seb..."I sigh, looking over my shoulder to ensure Melody isn't within earshot. I wouldn't want to encourage her to presume I might give in and find a woman she could call mummy."My dad thrust one of his PA's on me... she's—."Words die on my tongue as I remember Cassidy and her unnatural pull on me, ripping a manly grunt at the memory of who I now work with. I shake my head, turning once again to ensure Melody is not within earshot."You like her," he tells me with wide eyes and raised brows. His hand is halfway to his mouth as his cup suspends in the air before him before he smirks as if he's been waiting for my downward spiral. "No!" I immediately decline such a thing, but we both know I'm lying."You ran... is that becau
The lack of needed support from Josh has me tossing and turning all night, knowing I'm walking into the devil's den the moment I step foot into work today.I'm late again, gathering Melody and me into my car over thirty minutes late as I drag my feet, knowing once I go, I won't have a moment to myself until come five o'clock.And I can't leave work early two days in a row; after allI have afternoon meetings from twelve, and I cannot remotely meet up with these clients much as I did Josh yesterday.Even so, I'm strolling through the doors of work at eight-twenty, frowning as I clap eyes with Hannah and, unfortunately, Cassidy.She stands almost immediately, her face like thunder, as she marches herself to me as I move myself to the lift that'll take me up to my office on the fortieth floor."You're late. I believe your start time is seven-thirty..." she mutters in disbelief as we walk side by side into the empty lift."I have a daughter to tend to, feed, dress, drive to school. Beside
SebastianI scrape myself through that first day with Cassidy by the skin of my fucking teeth, and that night all I can think of is brown eyes, brown hair in a neat bun and her bent over my fucking work desk as that delectable pencil skirt rides her thick thighs. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why now? Why her?I'm so restless I find myself in my home gym, working out harder than I have for years in the hopes my fucking perpetual hard-on will subside.Did it? You ask.No, it fucking didn't... and did I do anything about it? I hear you ask.Well, I tried; I whacked one out in the shower, pleading the fifth that if god allowed me that small moment of pleasure, I would behave—that I would worship him for allowing me a reprieve in my orgasmic celibacy. But alas, he never let me the pleasure of finding release, much as he hadn't for the last four fucking years.Since that night I last took Beth, the night I lost her.I'm broken, I know that. I've known that since I decided to start dri
I get Melody to school late, but not as late as yesterday, and weirdly, the stars must have aligned to present me with no traffic between her school and work. Meaning I walk through the doors with only a five-minute tardiness to my name today.Cassidy's there, of course, sitting with Hannah as she stares at the doors waiting for—me. She stands immediately at my presence, looking down only briefly at the watch on her otherwise bare wrist. She's dressed in a dress today, something that I believe Melody owns, a pinafore; I do think it's called.It's black and hugs her curves... her breasts, those hips.Clinging its way down to her tight adorned legs that seem to last forever with the aid of those stilettos. She clears her throat, bringing me crashing down to reality. "You have the code, no? Why are you waiting for me down here again?" I ask angrily, my night's lack of sleep still making me cranky. Or is it the fact I was just caught checking her out?"That is not my office; I'm a temp
Sebastian After a further twenty minutes, we were stuck, and at some point, I realised the lights had gone up, and I knew we were in the home stretch to escaping out of here unscathed. Neither of us spoke after my revelation, but that only led to time to think over the horrors of how quickly I spilt my guts. And how quickly I allowed myself to touch the woman I was now seemingly fawning over. Roger was there, opening the lift with a specially designed crowbar on the twenty-first floor; I peeked outside. Looking with relief to find the offices empty as I allowed myself a moment of resignation that perhaps I really and honestly didn't want nor need Cassidy working alongside me. Self-preservation, I think sourly. I've never had to explain that Beth's dead to anyone at work before; after all, they've all worked here alongside me for long enough to know about that particular train wreck time in my life. But things are different under my father. His turnaround of staff is as if