Page 6 of Broken Vows
“His choice? Will it also be his choice when he starts drinking and getting into drugs?”
A reluctant smile carves my mouth, and I’m glad she can’t see it. “What does baseball have to do with drinking and drugs?”
“Don’t get smart with me, Lynley,” she snaps sharply. “You will inform Mason that baseball is out of the question. He needs to think about the image he’s cultivating, even at his young age. Do you understand me?” She doesn’t wait for a response before changing the subject. “We need to talk about Bradley’s birthday celebration.”
I slick my tongue over my teeth, but there’s no point in arguing with her. There’s not much she can do about Mase playing, as much as she disapproves. I’ve never let her dictate my parenting choices before, and this isn’t when I’ll start.
“That’s months away,” I say carefully.
“Yes.” Francine’s tone indicates that she’s not sure why it should matter. “You will be attending, of course. I’ll have outfits sent to you and the children. These are not optional, Lynley.”
I roll my eyes so hard that I see brain matter. “We are quite capable of dressing ourselves.”
“I’ve yet to see evidence of that.” She sniffs. “I’ll have my assistant email you for your measurements…just in case your weight has changed since the last event.” She hangs up without another word.
I slowly lower my hand, staring down at the phone with the strongest urge to drop it to the floor and stomp on it.
Many, many,manytimes.
Even if I did, it wouldn’t give the same sense of satisfaction I would get out of smacking that intolerable woman.
Chapter 3
Christopher
That was a fucking disaster.
I stare up at the ceiling of my office, replaying the last twenty minutes, wondering where the fuck everything went wrong. The CEO has had it out for me ever since he decided to quit his New York office and take up residence here in Ashland, fucking withmyplans. And after this morning, he’s got even more reason to gun for my neck.
The Burnham account was worth 2.3 million, and they’ve just announced that they’re not renewing their contract. I might have had a chance of fixing the situation with either Burnham or a new contract entirely, but we’re already too close to the end of the fiscal quarter.
Sitting in that conference room, too many knowing eyes had slid my way when Grafton Reynolds announced the news, all of them assigning the blame to me. They’d been wondering about how big a part I played in the monumental fuck-up, already picking apart my carcass before I’d even had a chance to regroup.
The worst part of it was that I was completely fuckingblindsided, having no idea any of it was coming. I have cultivated the relationship with Burnham over the last two years, but it was Grafton they went to when dropping this bomb on my fucking career.
My hands clench into tight fists. There’s a grunt of pain before all movement stops, and Rita pulls off my cock with a wet pop. I look down, eyeing her with annoyance, but she’s already pinning a glare on me, her red lipstick smudged around her mouth and saliva coating her chin.
“Are you even paying attention?” she bitches irritably.
“You’re not here to talk,” I growl right back, yanking ruthlessly on her ponytail. She gasps, and I use the opportunity to force her back down on my dick, groaning when the head butts up against the back of her throat, making her gag. “That’s better,” I grunt, jerking my hips up.
She makes a noise of protest, but it does nothing to appease the fury racing through my bloodstream. I thrust up at the same time that I jerk her down, smiling as tears sprout from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks and further smudging her makeup.
By the time I’m done with her, she’s going to look sloppy and well-used, and the thought of it fills me with smug satisfaction.
That’s why she’s here: to please me. Her place isn’t to question me or my attention, but to be on her knees, mouth stuffed full of cock.
She pulls against my hold, eyes bulging and nails scrabbling at my pant-covered thighs. I let her go, flicking a brow up in challenge. Rita takes a second to catch her breath, but after throwing a wary look my way, she takes me back into her mouth, cheeks hollowing furiously as she bobs up and down my length.
Gratified that she’s not going to push me anymore,I let her take control back. Leaning back against the couch in my office, I let out a sigh as her tongue expertly strokes the underside of my cock. Even so, she still isn’t enough to hold my attention, and my thoughts drift again.
Burnham might be the first account that we’ve lost, but it’s the fourth time numbers haven’t added up, and now my head is on the chopping block.
Is there someone incompetent working under me, or is this deliberate sabotage?
I thrust my hips up just as Rita bobs down, sending my dick too deep. She doesn’t expect it, and she splutters, her face turning red as her eyes flare. Her throat convulses around me, and my dick pulses. The orgasm races through me, too fast and unsatisfying. It does nothing to quell the tension stiffening the line of my shoulders or the ache in my neck, and I scowl down at the mess bent over my lap, shoving her away too early. A glob of cum lands on her cheek, sliding down to plop on her skirt, and she stares daggers up at me.
“Seriously?” she demands, voice hoarse with how used her throat is. “What the fuck, Christopher?” Rita wipes her hand over her face, grimacing at the slimy feel of my release on her fingers. She rubs it off on her already ruined skirt, letting out a deep breath before pinning a fake, sultry smile on her swollen lips.
