Corporate A$$ (12 page)

Fiona

His yacht and his party? Wow. I was impressed. As a waiter walked by with a tray of champagne, Nathan grabbed a glass and handed it to me.

“Not too much of this. I don’t want a repeat of last night.” He smirked.

“No worries. I don’t either. I’m still feeling the effects.”

There had to be at least two hundred people on the boat; dancing, holding conversations, laughing, and drinking. This crowd was the upper class if I ever saw one. Men were dressed in their finest suits and tuxedos, and the women, let’s just say I’d never seen so many boobs hanging out in one place before. Older men had younger girls draped on their arm and older women with younger men pranced around, showing off their eye candy.

“Have I told you how gorgeous and stunning you look?” Nathan whispered as he leaned close to my ear.

“No, but thank you.” I took a sip of my champagne.

“I’ll be right back; there’s someone I need to speak with.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone familiar. I gasped as I took a closer look and saw it was John. He wasn’t with the redhead I held a conversation with in the bathroom at the casino. He was with a tall leggy brunette, and actually, the redhead was much prettier.

“Fiona?” He cocked his head as he approached me.

“Hello, John.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I was invited. What are you doing here?”

“Roger asked me to attend with him and his wife. There are a lot of business connections here. Hey, I’m sorry about your father. I heard you’ve taken over Winslow Wines.”

“Thanks and I sure have. Living the dream.” I help up my glass.

The leggy brunette walked over to where we were standing and placed her arm around him.

“Baby, who’s this?” She shot me a look.

“This is Fiona. Fiona, this is Miranda.”

“Nice to meet you, Miranda.” I held out my hand.

“Likewise. How do you two know each other?” she asked with curiosity.

I could see the panic on John’s ugly face as he fumbled with telling her that I was his ex.

“John and I went out a couple of times.”

“So you’re an ex-girlfriend?”

“No. I wouldn’t call her that,” he spoke.

Narrowing my eyes, I stared into his lying ones. If he wanted to play, then it was game on.

“No. I’m not an ex-girlfriend. We just had dinner a couple of times. It was purely business.”

“Yes. See, Fiona is the CEO of Winslow Wines.”

“Ah, okay.” She smiled.

“Well, it was nice to see you again, Fiona. Take care,” John spoke with a smug look across his face as he placed his hand on Miranda’s back and led her away.

“Who was that?” Nathan asked as he walked up to me.

“That was John.”

“As in your ex whose car you smashed up John?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “Do you by any chance have a laptop on this fancy yacht of yours?”

“In my office. Why?”

“Can I use it for a minute, please?”

“What are you up to?” His eyes narrowed at me.

“I just have to check something.”

“Follow me.” He placed his hand on the small of my back as we made our way through the crowd and down to his office.

Sitting behind his desk, I hacked into John’s cell phone.

“Fiona, seriously?”

I waved my hand as to shush him up and I went through John’s text messages.

“Sorry, baby, but I have to cancel dinner tonight. Roger asked me to attend this cocktail party with him and his wife for work. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Aw, John, I was looking forward to seeing you.”

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. We’ll get together tomorrow.”

“Okay. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby. Just hearing you say you love me is making me hard. I can’t wait to fuck you in that beautiful sweet perfect ass of yours.”

Ugh. Really? Did my eyes just really read that?

“Huh, he’s quite the talker,” Nathan spoke. “Did you ever let him do that?” He grinned.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I sneered.

I felt sorry for the redhead. She was clueless about the lying cheating scumbag she was dating. Just like I was. I started typing a message.

“Fiona Winslow!” Nathan exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” I smiled.

“Hey, baby, I miss you so much. Why don’t you meet me at the party? I’m at the Marina Venice Yacht Club on a yacht. You can’t miss it. Just get here as soon as you can. I’m dying to see that beautiful face of yours.”

“What’s the name of your yacht?” I asked.

“The Entertainer.”

I rolled my eyes.

“The yacht is called the Entertainer.”
I typed.

“And what are you going to do when she responds to his text message and he sees it?” Nathan asked.

“He won’t see it because it’ll come to my phone.” I smirked.

And just as I said that, my phone dinged.

“Oh my God. Really? I’m so excited. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Hurry up.”

Closing out of his account, I shut the top to Nathan’s computer.

“You’re going to break that poor girl’s heart. You do realize that, right?”

“It’s better she finds out now. I’m actually sparing her in the future.”

“I have no words for what I just witnessed,” he spoke as we walked out of his office and back to the party.

As Nathan was off talking with friends of his, I saw Miranda sitting on the bench by herself. Taking two glasses of champagne from the tray, I walked over and handed her one.

“Drink?” I asked with a smile.

“Sure. Thank you.”

“Where’s John?”

“He had to go to the bathroom.”

“So, how long have the two of you been dating?”

“Four months.”

I choked on my champagne as I took a sip. We’d only been broken up for two months, so he was seeing her, me, and the redhead at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Miranda asked as she placed her hand on my back.

“I’m fine. It just went down the wrong way. Four months. That’s great. The two of you are a really cute couple.” I choked out the words.

“Thanks. It was love at first sight for both of us. He swept me off my feet with the first words that ever came out of his mouth.”

“And those words were?” I cocked my head.

“You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” She smiled.

My stomach churned and I felt the need to puke. I looked over and saw John approaching us with a panicked look on his face.

“Hello again, Fiona. What were the two of you talking about?”

“You.” I smiled. “Miranda was just telling me how it was love at first sight. I’m really happy for you, John.” I got up and placed my hand on his chest, wanting to rip his heart out right from his body.

“Thanks, Fiona. Can I talk to you for a moment? I have some business I want to go over with you.”

“Sure.”

He led me away from Miranda and over to a spot where there weren’t many people.

“I’m really happy with Miranda, and I don’t want you to screw things up,” he spoke. “You broke up with me, remember? You broke up over text. Do you have any idea how bad that hurt me? I was devastated for weeks. And just when I thought I could never get over you, I found Miranda.”

Holy shit! Was he for real? Who could just spew that kind of bullshit?

“Listen, John. I am really happy you found someone else. I was in a bad place and I just couldn’t be committed to a relationship. I’m sorry I hurt you.” The vomit started to rise in the back of my throat.

“Okay. I forgive you. Good luck with everything, Fiona.” He smiled as he walked away.

I was gripping my glass so tight, it felt like it was going to shatter in my hand.

“May I ask once again what that was about?” Nathan walked over to me.

“He forgave me for breaking up with him over text. I had a nice little chat with his girlfriend and it seems they have been dating for four months.”

“Huh?” Nathan cocked his head. “Wait a minute. He was seeing you, her, and the redhead all at the same time?”

“Yep.” I finished off my champagne.

“Damn.” He shook his head. “That guy sure has some balls. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I smiled. “You can thank him and my father for my mistrust of men.” I walked away.

Fiona

My phone began to ding with messages for John from the redhead.

“I’m here, baby.”

Nathan looked at me and sighed. “Here we go.”

“Go find a good spot to sit and watch the show.” I smirked as I saw the redhead looking around for John.

I knew exactly where John was because my eyes never left him since I sent her that text message. I casually walked over to where the redhead was standing.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” I smiled as I placed my hand on her arm. “Do you remember me? We had a conversation in the bathroom at the casino a couple of months ago.”

“Oh, yes! Hi. Wow, what a coincidence. How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m fabulous. A lot better than the last time we spoke.”

“That’s great. Listen, I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to find my boyfriend. He’s waiting for me. Oh, I see him! We’ll chat later, okay?”

“Okay.” I smiled.

Making my way back to Nathan, I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me a few feet from the railing where John was standing alone.

“Pretend we’re talking.”

“You worry me, Fiona. I won’t lie.”

“Oh, please, Mr. I-want-controlling-interest-of-your-company. He deserves it and you know it.”

Nathan sighed.

The redhead walked up to John and gave him a big hug and kiss. The expression on his face was pure panic as he grabbed hold of her arm.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in a raging tone.

“What do you mean? You asked me to come.”

“No I didn’t! What the hell are you talking about? You need to leave right now!”

“But—”

I saw Miranda walking towards them.

“Oh shit.” Nathan looked at me.

I raised my brow as I took the glass out of Nathan’s hand and took a sip.

“John? What’s going on here?” Miranda asked. “Who is she?”

“I’m his girlfriend,” the redhead huffed.

“Excuse me? I’m his girlfriend.”

John let go of the redhead’s arm and threw his hands up in the air. The two women argued as John stood there in a pool of sweat.

“We’ve been together for eight months,” the redhead raised her voice.

“And we’ve been together for four. What the hell is going on, John?” Miranda shouted.

John saw me staring at him and a look of rage crossed his face as I smiled at him and held up my glass.

“YOU! YOU DID THIS!” he shouted as he pointed at me and both women turned around.

“Looks like you’ve been busted.” Nathan smirked.

“It appears so.”

Walking over to John and the two women, I spoke, “This man you both love so much is a cheating, lying bastard. While he was dating me, he was dating you.” I pointed to the redhead. “And while he was dating the both of us, he was also dating you.” I pointed to Miranda. “Three women at once, John? Are you trying to make up for your incredibly small penis or something?” I smirked.

“Why you fucking little bitch!” He lunged at me, I took a step back, and Nathan walked up.

“I suggest you back off right now before you end up in the hospital.”

“Mr. Carter,” he gulped.

“Fiona happens to be here with me tonight, so if you would like to settle this on the dock, I’d be more than happy to.”

“She’s with you?”

“Yes, and I know all about you and your little shenanigans.”

“So you knew about them when we were together?” John glared at me.

“I knew of the redhead over here.” I pointed. “I only found out about Miranda tonight.”

“You. You were the one who fucked up my car.” He shoved his finger in my face.

“I know nothing about that.”

“You’re a lying bitch,” he shouted.

“Takes one to know one, darling.”

“I’m calling the cops and having your ass thrown in jail for vandalism.”

Nathan hooked his arm around him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, John. Unless, of course, you never want to work in this city or any other city again. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Mr. Carter.” He swallowed hard.

“Good. I’m glad you understand. Now, please leave my party and I never want to see you again.”

John walked away with his tail between his legs and left both girls standing there crying.

“I’m sorry, ladies, but you needed to find out what kind of person he was before you became too invested in him.” I walked away and headed off the boat.

“Where are you going?” Nathan asked.

“Home. I just need to go home.”

He caught up with me and lightly grabbed my arm.

“I want you to stay.”

“I can’t. Please, Nathan, just let me go home.”

“All right. Jason is down there. I’ll have him drive you.”

I gave him a small smile as I made my way to the dock and climbed into the back of the limo.

****

Nathan

I hated that she left. She was broken inside about so many things and all I wanted to do was fix her. I didn’t condone what she did to John, but at the same time, I was turned on by her fearlessness. If only she’d show that with her business. I gave her a way out and she didn’t want to accept it. I’d increase my investment to cover the money her father stole from the pension fund to save her and her company, but I wasn’t changing the stipulation of taking over.

The party was coming to an end, so I had Jason drive me home and then I hopped into my Rolls Royce and headed to Fiona’s, unannounced. Stepping onto her porch, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed her number.

“Hello.”

“It’s me. I’m standing on your porch.”

I heard a long sigh and then she opened the door.

“Have you ever heard of calling someone before you come over to their house?” she spoke as she stood there looking sexy as hell in her short silk blue robe.

“I did call.” I smirked.

“You were already here.” She sighed.

“Are you up for some company?”

“You mean sex?” She arched her brow.

The corners of my mouth curved up into a smile.

“No. But I won’t object if you want it.”

“Come on in.”

“I only came over to see how you were doing. You looked pretty upset when you left the party.”

“That was very nice of you, but you could have just called.”

“I could have, but I wanted to see with my own two eyes that you were okay.”

“Aside from my life being a complete clusterfuck, I’m good.”

“I can help you, Fiona.” I placed my hands on her shoulders.

“I know you can, but with a price, and that price being the takeover my father’s company.”

“It’s a business decision. It’s nothing personal. I make sure I keep those two things very separate, and I suggest you learn to do the same.”

“Give me a week,” she spoke.

“A week for what?”

“To decide whether or not I’ll accept your proposal.”

“All right. You have a week and that’s it. Any longer and I’m withdrawing the offer.”

“You, Mr. Carter, are nothing but a corporate ass.”

“I know.” I grinned. “Now, you were saying something about sex.”

She let out a light laugh and shook her head. Reaching down, I picked her up.

“That wasn’t a no, was it?” I asked as I carried her up the stairs.

“What if it was?” She smirked.

“Too bad.” My lips brushed against hers.

My hands tightly gripped her hips as she moved back and forth against my cock and a wave of warmth swept over me. Throwing my head back, I held her in place as I pushed every last drop of come I had in me inside her. She collapsed and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her heart rapidly beat against my chest.

“That was incredible,” she spoke breathlessly as she rolled off of me.

“That it was, beautiful. Shit. I still feel like I’m coming.” I grinned as I looked over at her.

The happiness that was in her eyes a moment ago faded as she got up and slipped on her robe.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing. I’m just thirsty. I’m going to head downstairs and get a glass of water.”

Slipping back into my clothes, I went into the kitchen, where I found her standing over the sink with a glass in her hand.

“Be careful driving,” she spoke without looking at me. “Do me a favor and send me a text so I know you made it home.”

“I will.” I walked over to her and kissed the back of her head.

Walking out of the kitchen and making my way to the front door, I stopped for a moment and clenched my fist. I didn’t want to leave, but I couldn’t stay. Taking in a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind me.