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  “Who told you this information?”

  “I can’t tell you that, but I have to ask because it’s important for me to advise you against doing anything that could jeopardize your job.”

  Oh my God. So he heard rumors about me and Mr. Carter and instead of approaching the wealthy white boss, he decided to approach the lowly black worker as though I was solely to blame and all the power to put a stop to it was in my hands. I wasn’t having it.

  “Well, Mr. Baker, if you can’t tell me who told you this information, then there’s nothing I can say about this.” I spoke confidently and stood.

  He looked taken aback, then shook his head in apparent disbelief. I suspected he’d been used to my deference to him and probably expected me to crumble and confess, while pleading for forgiveness. This wasn’t work related; he was interfering in my private life. So I didn’t have to do shit; I was the boss’ girlfriend.

  “Lena, I’ve known the Carter Family for a long time. I’m responsible to Mr. James Carter and am under standing instructions to make sure his son doesn’t get taken advantage of. You report directly to me, and therefore you owe me an explana---.”

  “---And you report to Mr. Jonathan Carter, so if you have any questions concerning his personal life and if you are worried about him being taken advantage of, perhaps you should direct them to him?”

  “Lena, I’m only trying to help you, so don’t take that tone with me.” he retorted sternly, standing up and staring me down.

  “Does Jonathan know you are speaking to me about this?”

  I saw his face shutter and embarrassment take its place. I sighed.

  “Mr. Baker, I don’t believe I’m in a position to discuss personal matters that concern Jonathan with you. Please take it up with him.” I began walking briskly towards the door, my meeting notes in my hand.

  “You call him Jonathan now? Not Mr. Carter?” he called after me.

  I didn’t stop to answer him.

  I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle. I felt hot; sweat misting on my skin, slightly dampening my silk blouse. Damn it. I knew this would happen once word got out. I had no doubt in my mind that Janice had instigated this. The rest of my co-workers were behaving normally to me, so it appeared she’d not told anybody else yet, except Mr. Baker. I wondered what exactly she’d told him. I had to call Jonathan and tell him what’d happened.

  I walked briskly towards the elevators, got to the street level and went out through the turnstiles and through security. I rarely came through the front entrance anymore since I bought the Subaru and now parked in the basement. I walked one block and called him. He answered after two rings.

  “Babe,” he answered.

  “Hi Jonathan,” I said, trying to maintain my composure.

  “Hang on.” I heard him mumble an excuse to those he was with, then a door opened and shut before he came back on the line.

  “Lena, are you okay?”

  In that moment, I changed my mind about telling him right away. My voice was sounding tremulous and he was all the way in New York; plus had to leave a meeting because of me. I didn’t want to be more trouble by giving him problems he was too far away to handle and have him rushing back, like he did before from Miami. He and Mr. Baker had a good working relationship and this would ruin it. I swallowed and put a lighter tone in my voice.

  “Yes, Jonathan, I’m okay. Sorry to disturb your meeting though. I wouldn’t have called if I’d known you’d be busy.”

  “You hardly ever call me, so I got a little excited,” he laughed.

  I laughed too.

  “Well, I just wanted to say I was thinking about you, and maybe we can chat tomorrow when you get back?”

  I heard him take a deep breath. His voice became low and sexual.

  “I’m thinking about you too, Lena. Do you want me to come over tomorrow night when I get back? I have a business dinner in Midtown but I can make an early escape and come over around nine thirty?”

  No, I didn’t want him and his seductive ass around when I told him I wasn’t going on the trip, now that our secret was out. If we both disappeared from the office for a few days, they’d know I was with him and the scandal could explode out of control.

  “No. No need for you to come over. I’m tied up tomorrow, but I’ll call you late, around ten?”

  “Okay, Lena, I’ll be waiting.”

  I ended the call and went back to my office.

  On Wednesday, Janice was ignoring me altogether. I’d never known her to be spiteful, but I could sense a permanent change in her attitude towards me. When I bumped into her in the kitchen, she didn’t acknowledge or answer me when I said ‘good morning’. Mr. Baker was giving me a wide berth, seemingly nervous whenever we saw each other. I thought he might be worried about what I might say to Jonathan about our discussion. He’d naturally expected me to fold and be contrite. Now I was making him uncomfortable and this is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.

  Later in the evening, I called Jonathan as promised. He didn’t answer. I got into bed and as I was dozing off around 11.00pm, “Don’t Let Go” started playing on my phone. I sat up and cleared my throat, then answered the call.

  “Hello,”

  “Hi, Lena; I hope I didn’t wake you?” His voice sounded very tired.

  “I was just falling asleep now.”

  “Were you thinking about me?”

  I smiled.

  “Maybe a little.”

  “Only a little?” He sounded slightly offended.

  “Okay, maybe a little more than that,” I laughed. “So your trip to New York was good?”

  “Better than great, I’ll update you on our trip tomorrow.”

  The time had come.

  “About that, I don’t think we should go,” I began, my heart beating hard.

  I could hear him become still.

  “Why?”

  “Jonathan, I just think our relationship will work better after I leave the co---“

  “Lena, Stop. What did I do now?”

  “Nothing! It’s not you.”

  “Did something happen?”

  I hesitated. I didn’t want to get anyone into trouble.

  Fuck that.

  “I just think Janice might have said something to Mr. Baker, so it’s been awkward at work these last couple of days.”

  He was quiet for a moment.

  “I’ll talk to them,” he said with firmness in his tone.

  “No need, I just think we should ---.” He didn’t let me finish.

  “No, Lena.” His voice was angry. “We are no letting anything affect us. We’ll talk in the Bahamas. I’m not letting you back out of this because of office chit-chat,” he ended scornfully.

  “Jonathan, please, you are not listening—“

  “Lena, please don’t make me come over there,” he said in a threatening tone. “I’m not letting you back out. Are you listening to me? I’ve already shifted things around to be alone with you on your birthday and so have you, so I’m not letting you do this.”

  I sighed audibly.

  “Okay, I’ll see you at noon.”

  He paused for a moment.

  “Okay, good.” I heard the relief in his voice.

  “Goodnight Jonathan.”

  “Goodnight baby.”

  I ended the call and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep as soon as my heart stopped thumping.

  Thursday morning early, I heard my front door bell ring. I glanced through my peephole and saw Jackson standing there with an envelope in his hand.

  “Hi Jackson,” I said opening the door, surprised to see him there.

  “Good day Miss Williams, I have a personal delivery for you from Mr. Carter.”

  Oh. I wondered what it was. He handed me the envelope, made his apologies and left. I shut the door and tore open the envelope. Inside were a pre-paid Visa card and a hand written note which read:

  “This is a birthday gift. Spend as much as you want on whatever y
ou want. The card is unlimited so don’t think about it. Have fun. No fights about this.”

  I sighed and decided to just let it go. Our relationship was already under constant stress and I didn’t need to worry about contentious stuff just now.

  My whole Thursday morning was spent getting my hair and nails done and touching up my body waxing. I bought a couple of bikinis, hoping my ass wouldn’t look too fat in them, although Jonathan probably wouldn’t complain much. I was spending two nights with him and knew they’d be filled with mind blowing sex.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jackson drove us to the DeKalb-Peachtree Airport in the Chevy Tahoe. The whole way to the airport, Jonathan wouldn't let go of my hand. When he’d knocked on my door to fetch me, he’d looked nervous, as though he thought he might find me gone. I’d been an instant goner, seeing him standing there looking desirable in his dark jeans, white shirt and beige sports jacket. He’d looked at me up and down, evidently liking my white flowy, short, halter-neck summer dress. I’d checked the weather in Bahamas online and knew the dress and all the items I’d selected would be perfect.

  After a security check at the gated entrance, we were driven right up to the steps of a private jet on the tarmac. It was a sleek aircraft with the initials SC scrawled on the tail. We exited the car and the two pilots greeted him by name and me as ‘ma’am’, tipping their hats politely. Jackson carried our baggage, while Jonathan ushered me up the short flight of steps. The wind billowed, blowing my dress up and I quickly held the skirts down with my hands.

  "Nice view," Jonathan said behind me. He was wearing Prada shades and I couldn't see his expression but I knew he had a peak of my lacy thong. We entered the aircraft and were ushered into the cabin by a male flight attendant.

  "Good morning Mr. Carter, Miss Williams," he said smiling politely.

  I looked at Jonathan, wondering how he knew my name. Jonathan looked unmoved, his expression unreadable under his shades.

  The interior of the aircraft was stunning; with leather camel-tone seats on the left of the plane and a long couch along the right side. The seats were embroidered with the initials SC, and a TV screen was on a credenza in front of the long couch. An aisle in the middle led to a door towards the back of the aircraft. This plane would seat at least eight to ten passengers comfortably. The interior was beautiful and well designed; no expense had been spared in its refurbishment. I was a little intimidated but tried to act completely natural, suppressing the urge to express my awe. Jonathan was completely at ease as he guided me to a seat, then sat opposite me talking on the phone; giving instructions to the CFO about figures he needed by Monday.

  Airport officials came on board and stamped our passports, while the flight attendant served us drinks; I settled for a glass of champagne while Jonathan drank Hennessy in a traditional cognac snifter. I watched him eyeing me darkly whilst stroking his chin, as though he were plotting something. I couldn't tell exactly what he was thinking while he was hiding behind those shades but I knew it was something naughty.

  Ten minutes after we were airborne, he came to me and unbuckled my seat belt. He pulled me up to stand and led me down the aisle to the door at the back. He opened the door and ushered me in, closing the door behind him. There was a bed, tastefully decorated with beige and chocolate covers. A double couch and dresser was against the wall and there was another door which I assumed must be the bathroom.

  "Fancy joining the mile high club?" he said, removing his shades and beginning to remove his clothes, stripping all business-like.

  I licked my bottom lip in anticipation of what was to come.

  "Yes would love to.”

  Then I don’t know why I said it.

  “Are you already a member?”

  He ignored my comment, removing his shoes and unbuckling his jeans, acting like he hadn’t heard me. In that instant, I just knew the fucker had already joined; probably initiated several members into the damn club. A slither of jealousy ran through me, threatening to dampen my initial excitement. He pulled me into his arms, kissing and coaxing my reluctant lips until I gave in to his seductive nibbles. I’d reached behind my neck to undo my halter-neck straps when he gripped my arm. He had a dark yearning in his eyes as he swept them over me.

  "I'll undress you," he demanded, removing the remainder of his clothes.

  I watched him standing there, gloriously naked, with his muscular, lean body looking taut and ready. He didn't have any extra fat anywhere on his body. His thighs were roped with thick muscles and his abs were tight and defined. I couldn't help admiring him and enjoying the sight of his naked body. He was beautifully tanned all over, but even with his coloring, my brown skin was in stark contrast to his. He came towards me and kissed me sweetly, holding me in his arms. He untied the neck straps of my dress, tracing kisses all down my shoulder towards my arm.

  "So beautiful, so sexy. This chocolate skin makes me insane," he praised as he slipped the straps and front down below my breasts, kissing my upper body. He lowered my dress bringing it down to pool at my feet and helped me step out of it and my sandals. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me to stand between his knees. He undid my bra strap, my breast spilling out close to his face, nipples taut and tingling in anticipation. I heard his audible gasp as he looked at my breasts and began stroking them reverently. He lay back on the bed watching me standing there in a tiny white thong watching him back.

  “Touch yourself, Lena,” he commanded huskily. “I want to see you touch your breasts. Do it for me, baby.”

  I stifled a shy giggle by biting my lower lip, while I did what he wanted, circling the tips of my fingers around my nipples and breasts.

  “What do you call me, Lena; sometimes when we fuck? I want to hear it now.”

  I thought for a moment.

  “Daddy,” I replied shyly.

  “Yes, I love that,” he whispered, stroking his cock firmly.

  I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me to put on any more of a show for him. For some inexplicable reason, I was struggling with my inhibition switch today. Perhaps it was the proximity to aircraft personnel just steps away.

  “Turn around, Lena. Show your daddy that delicious ass.”

  Oh shit.Why the heck did I teach him that term? Can I do this? What’s wrong with me?

  I turned around, for him to see my ass and stood there swiveling my hips and smiling to myself, my head turned to watch his reaction.

  "I'm one lucky bastard," he said, leaning back on the bed, stroking his erect length in long strokes with the muscles of his arms tensing along with the rhythm of his movement. I had to pause for a moment, to absorb that Jonathan Billionaire Carter was whisking me away on his private jet to the islands, and he considered himself lucky to have me. I turned around and crawled over him on the bed, straddling him with my sex touching his cock. I kissed him while undulating rhythmically, lightly rubbing his length on my sex.

  "Fuck. You are driving me crazy Lena." He pulled my lacy thong to the side, exposing my moist folds to his fingers. My clit was already swollen with want, moisture coating my lips. He ran his thumb through my slit then brought it to his tongue to taste, licking first and sucking it erotically. He ran his thumb over my clit again, then this time brought it to my lips.

  “Taste this,” he demanded huskily. “See how good you taste?”

  I erotically licked and sucked his thumb, tasting my natural lubricant on his fingers as he watched, aroused and looking mind-blown.

  He swung us over, laying me on the bed while he hovered over me. He lowered his head, pushing my thong aside and sliding through my sex with his warm moist tongue. He began to lick and suck with fervor spreading my legs wide. His tongue plunged rhythmically into my narrow opening, causing my hips to churn restlessly.

  "Flick my clit with your tongue, baby," I pleaded, feeling an overwhelming desire for him. He pulled my panties off then quickly spun me over to face down with my elbows and palms flat on the bed and pulled up my ass to a kneeling po
sition with my knees wide. I felt open and vulnerable in this position.

  "If only you could see what I can see," he said hoarsely, his voice laced with want and lust.

  He came behind me and began to suck my lips and clit from behind, while stroking my raised ass with his hands, spreading and lifting it to give him more access to my sex. He was groaning and desperately flicking my clit rapidly with his moist tongue. He dared to lightly stroke my puckered rear with his thumb and abruptly, a powerful orgasm ripped through me and I shuddered uncontrollably, falling to my side on the bed while crying out his name.

  He came over me and silenced my gasps with a deep passionate kiss.

  “I love making you come, Lena,” he said kissing me repeatedly.

  “When do I get to taste it, daddy?" I asked, desperate to suck him off.

  He crawled up my body and knelt, straddling my chest. He put a pillow under my head and shoulders then lowered his hard cock towards my mouth.

  “Open your mouth, baby,” he commanded, rubbing it against my lips.

  I opened my mouth and he pushed the moist head into my mouth, hissing through his teeth while watching me closely. He began to move in and out of my mouth, fucking with shallow plunges. I reached to grab his cock with my hand and stroked the thick part of the length I couldn't fit into my mouth while I sucked the thick moist head, groaning my enjoyment. With my other hand, I reached behind his balls that hung heavy and virile and stroked the prostrate area behind them with a firm finger. This move drove him crazy and he growled and began to plunge more intensely into my mouth, hitting the back of throat. I kept my cheeks hollowed and sucked him in with each plunge.

  "Fuck. Yes, suck me harder! That's just the way I like it, baby. Your mouth is so greedy."

  I gave him what he wanted, taking as much of his large cock as I could manage while he fucked my mouth, barely restrained. I continued to stroke him unrelentingly and then he was spurting down my throat, shuddering hard as his orgasm ripped through his body. I struggled to swallow his cum some of it running down my chin. He didn't stop plunging until every jolt had stopped wracking his body.