Chapter 5

Chapter 5

LYLA'S P.O.V

My legs were frozen all of a sudden. It felt like I was glued to my position. My body began to tremble like I was thrown into a pool of ice. Why was I suddenly shaking?

I let the pictures in my hand fall and slowly covered them with another file. “Lyla Thompson,” the voice called my name. I recognized it without turning. It was Mr. Blackwood. 

What was he doing here by this time? Or rather, what was I doing in his office? A smile laced on my lips as I turned swiftly. 

“Mr. Blackwood. Didn't expect to see you here,” I blurted. His gaze shifted from me to the floor, but I stepped right in front of the files immediately. “I'm sorry, didn't recognize this was an office,” I added immediately.

He inched closer to me. Every step he took toward me made my heart race faster than ever. But my pretty smile was on. I believed that it would cover up the fear brewing in me. 

“Are those tears? Are you okay, Lyla?” He asked. He sounded concerned. I didn't realize my tears were still obvious. Neither did I care if he was concerned about my tears. All I wanted was to get out of the office, safely.

“Yeah, something got into my eyes. Couldn't locate the restroom, so I found this door open and thought I should check if there was here,” I answered quickly. I guessed he noticed how tensed I was from the way I was breathing.

He didn't seem to suspect anything. He just kept his gaze fixed on me. He took one more step and I could feel his breath fanning against my face. “Urmm…” I stuttered. “Grey must be looking for me,” I found my words.

I expected him to step away immediately. At least he would understand that his son loved seeing his wife by his side. Maybe he did know of Grey's hate for women. Maybe he didn't. I took a step to the left, but he followed with a step.

“You seem tensed. Did Grey hurt you?” He asked. 

Why was he asking all these? Why did he care? Wasn't he among those who agreed to marry me off to his son? Why act concerned all of a sudden?

More thoughts ran through my head with his gaze still fixed on me. He wasn't going to do anything stupid. At least that I know. 

Deep down, I wanted to stare back into his eyes. Although he was of age, Mr. Blackwood had this unique aura and dreamy eyes which was a rare feature for men of his age. I bet Grey's alluring and charming looks came from him.

I only wondered what he looked like when he was little. I was trying to avoid those dreamy eyes of his. But his scent was all around me. He was in my space. How was I supposed to walk out?

“You haven't answered me, Lyla,”

“Grey? No. No. Grey and I are perfect. I just walked him off to the hall and returned to get my purse. Grey wouldn't harm me,” I defended his never-loving son. All this was just to get away. I needed to leave the office.

“Don't lie to me, Lyla,” his husked voice breathed over my forehead. I felt a jolt of lightning travel through my nerves as his breath fanned against my head. What was he trying to do? 

“Why are you here?” He asked, taking closer steps to me.

I couldn't help but take steps backward. I hadn't even looked at him ever since he walked into the office. He cupped my face in my hands, slowly lifting my face to his level. My head was tilted upwards, but my eyes were down.

“Are you scared of looking me in the eye?” He threw another question. My heart raced faster as I caught a quick glimpse of the door which was still open. What if Grey walked in and found us in this awkward position?

“No, I'm not. I just… I just think it's umm… umm…. inappropriate for us to be in this kind of position,” I stuttered. I felt his thumb brush my cheek with his palms still cupping my chin.

“Then look into my eyes. I don't bite,” he said. With every courage and strength, I raised my eyes till they were staring directly into his. Good God!

How can a fifty-two-year-old man be this good-looking? 

His green eyes weren't so bright, but they were Charming. I had rarely encountered men of his age with such good looks. Damn! His genes are strong. 

My brain flooded with dirty thoughts as our eyes stayed locked on each other. He didn't say anything. He was just silently staring into my eyes. His hand slowly let go of my chin, and I could feel it travel to the back of my dress.

I felt a jolt of electricity in my body as his fingertips touched my back. I didn't realize my zip was open. 

“Your zip is undone. You need help?” He whispered into my ear. Fuck! This man! I shouldn't be in this position with him. 

What was I supposed to reply? Yes? No? My entire body went numb. I tried saying something, but my voice was gone. “I'll take it as a yes then,” Mr. Blackwood said. In his attempt to go behind me, I stopped him immediately.

Going behind me meant finding the pictures scattered with the documents. Who knew what he was hiding? The fact that my pictures were in his office meant there was something Snoopy going on. I couldn't let him see it.

“I'm fine, totally fine,” I forced a smile, taking his palm and rubbing it softly. I didn't understand why I chose that part, but I felt it was best seeing he was already driving that way. 

I pulled into him. He was way taller than me, so to reach his ear, I had to stand on my toes. “I can help myself, Mr. Blackwood, unless you insist” I whispered into his ear. I let my feet down, but they shot back up as I felt his hand grab my ass.

He squeezed onto it, keeping me on my toes. The shock I felt that instant was nothing compared to when he bumped into me with the files on the floor. My heart was crying to be freed from his firm grip. 

“You should probably…” I tried taking off his hands off my ass, but he held my hand behind me, crossed it over my back, and pulled me further into him. I could feel his bulge. It felt like it was caged and was in a rage to be freed.

“You shouldn't have said that,” his thick husky voice whispered in my ear. Yeah, I shouldn't have said that. I was staring into his eyes, hoping he would remember the fact that I was his son's wife.

But it became plain to me that these two men were so sexually driven. A few minutes ago, I was being forced by Grey to have sex with him in the office. Now I'm with his dad, who doesn't mind that the door to his office is open.

“We shouldn't be doing this,” I managed to say amidst my hard breaths. His hand was trailing into my gown, till I could feel it on my innerwear. 

I felt two of his fingers slide against my pants. An evil smile tore through his face after realizing how wet I was. “Good,” he whispered into my ear.

With his other hand, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his throbbing dick.

If this was the only way I was going to successfully prevent him from finding out that I found my pictures in his office, then so be it!

I grabbed onto it, and he let out a soft moan I'm my ear. “Good girl,” his voice came whispering as I felt his fingers thrust into me. 

“Fuck,” I couldn't but moan. I leaned into his neck, slowly bringing him to the ground. He stretched my legs apart and traveled his tongue down there. 

I took the opportunity to search for the pictures with my other hand. When I found them, I forced them into the file on the floor and pushed them away.

It wasn't long after he began eating me that we heard the door leading to the office section close with a loud bang.

“Lyla!” My name thundered in the quiet hall.

Mr. Blackwood's head shot out from underneath my gown immediately. Our eyes stayed met each other's, and I could tell he was enjoying himself.

“Someone's coming,” he muttered.

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