Chapter 12
Thanes pov.
Andera’s sudden reappearance has sent my life in disarray. My relationship with Melissa is strained, threatening to fall apart, and
our wedding is on hold. Yet, despite all this commotion right now, my mind remains fixated on one person: Andera.
I know I shouldn’t, but I find myself staring at her pictures more often than I care to admit. I pick up my phone, and for the umpteenth time today, I’m going through Andera’s photos, the ones I had managed to save before she blocked me. I have scrutinized them so much that I can tell every detail of it, from the brightness of her hazel eyes to the soft swell of her breasts.
Feeling her slamming into me nearly made me lose my control. I can still feel that delicious softness coming in contact with me,
that wasn’t my intention, but I’m not sorry it happened; I was just too angry that she was walking out on me.
God. This is madness!
Everything with Andrea has me going ruckus. First, I want to make up for not taking proper care of her after our divorce. Second,
I’m stalking her online and sending her cryptic text, then the next, I’m losing my wit in our meeting and jerking myself off as I
scrutinized her pictures.
Wait, what?
My eyes wander to where my fist has been since Andera walked out; inside my pants, pumping myself as I devour her pictures like
a fuckin creep
Fuck!
I pull my hand away. How did things get so bad this fast?
My erection presses hard against my zip, but I refuse to give myself that satisfaction. I will not make myself cum to the thoughts of my ex–wife, even if it makes my dick hurt painfully for a release. I take deep breaths and a moment of meditation to compose my focus, and then I send a message to Paul; minutes later, he walks in.
How did your meeting with Andera go, sir?” Paul inquires.
His mentioning that Andera was here only a few minutes ago sent a chill through me, reminding me of my hardened dick pressing painfully against my fly. Good thing there’s a huge desk between me and Paul.
“We’re having the meeting again. Check my schedule and let me know when I’ll be less busy during the week. “I responded.
“Didn’t you both have the meeting today? I saw Ms Campbell leaving….” He pauses, as though his line of thought shifted.
It was messed up, wasn’t it?” He studies me with his scrutinizing gaze.
“Whatever happened between me and Andrea, I mean, Ms Campbell, is not your business to meddle in. Do as I say and check for an appropriate date. “I ordered
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If it were any other person but Paul, I would have long kicked them out for their audacity.
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“I knew this wouldn’t be good. From the very day she came here, the way your eyes roamed through her body, I could tell things
would go south soon.
Paul maintained, despite the threatening look I was shooting him with.
“Paul, I’m going to tell you this for the last time. There is nothing between me and Ms Campbell outside the confines of our
collaboration. What happened today was a mere casualty that happens between business partners. Now get out of here, go to your fucking computer, and check my schedule!”
Paul cringed for a moment before pushing his glasses down the bridge of his nose nervously.
“Yes sir. I’ll mind my business in matters between you and your ex–wife.” He answered sardonically
Paul is lucky I have a lot of patience when it comes to him.
He rocked on his heels, still waiting for God knows what.
“You can leave now. “I deadpanned, dropping my eyes to the paperwork spread in front of me.
He opened his mouth to talk, then paused mid–way; after a shake of his head, he proceeded to say what was on his mind.
Paul started walking closer toward me; I frowned at him.
My phone was still on my desk, with Andera’s picture displaying largely on the screen.
My eyes widened, and before Paul could reach my desk and see for himself how crazy I’d been going, I snatched my phone and
shut the screen off.
He looked at me with suspicion for a moment before coming to a halt.
“What?!”
My tone was full of agitation, can’t he just leave already so I’d ogle at Andera’s pictures in peace?
No, I don’t mean that. I’m going to delete the pictures as soon as he gets his ass out of my office.
“Well, sir, since you have no interest in Andera anymore, I was wondering…well…umm..” he stammered.
Wait, hold up, Andera?”
Did he just refer to her as Andera and not Ms Campbell? I don’t know where this is going but my anger is already boiling to a hundred degrees.
“Yeah. About that…” Paul scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeah, what about that?” I repeated, clenching my teeth while pretending to focus on the documents spread in front of me.
“We had a small talk that day I was escorting her to the meeting room, sir. She….she… remembered me, and I’ve never felt that
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way before when she..”
“Paul. “I growled in between clenched teeth. He heard the danger looming in my tone and shifted backward.
“If I find you taking a look at Andera. I would rip your eyes out.” My chest heaved like an enraged bull.
“I don’t care that you’re my cousin and also the closest person to me in this company. I’m ordering you to perish any thoughts
about Andera. She’s off–limits for you.
Paul worked a swallow and adjusted his glasses nervously.
“Of course, sir, what was I even thinking? She’s a CEO, and I’m just a PA, plus she’s your ex–wife.” He coughed.
“I would go back to my desk and check out what you asked for.
Without waiting for a reply, he makes a beeline for the door.
Only when he was done did I drop my pretense of signing the files.
Gazing outside the Seattle skyline from the glass panel, my mind raced as I processed everything that just happened between me
and Paul as well as my threatening response to his supposed interest in Andera.
This is all shades of wrong, but the thought of Andera with someone else has me furious. So furious I was ready to fire Paul if he had persisted.
