Desire (Desire, Book 1) - By Missy Johnson Page 0,63

I love you.” He gasped, kneeling down on the floor, one hand supporting me, the other up against the wall. I smiled as we sat in a heap on the floor.

“I love you too, Devon.” I guided his face to mine, wrapping my lips around his.

Chapter Thirty

I stood out the front of work for a good five minutes before going inside. It was hard to believe this would be the last time I was going to come here. While I wouldn’t miss the sex part of it, I had formed such great friendships with Emily and Mauve that I was going to miss seeing their faces nearly every day. I’d considered staying on as only a receptionist, but thinking of the kids, I decided it was best for me to get a ‘normal’ job.

I walked in, past a smiling Barry (Smiling? He never smiled!), through to the lobby.

I stopped suddenly, my blood freezing in my veins.

Charlie was here. Standing in front of the desk.

I had done all I possibly could to avoid Charlie in class today, I’d honestly thought this was not something I was going to have to deal with.

In my perfect little mind Charlie would turn up and learn through Emily or Mauve I was no longer there, and move on to another girl. It struck me I would probably eventually have to talk to him, but I didn’t expect that to be here and now.

“Charlie. Hi.” I said as I walked into the foyer. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me.

“I was beginning to think you’d disappeared.” He said dryly. I blushed. Little did he know how close he was to the truth.

“Well now that you mention it…” My voice trailed off as his eyes hardened. His expression caught me off guard. He looked really pissed. I forced myself to continue.

“I am leaving. Or rather, I’ve left.” The voice that came out of me was high pitched and squeaky. If he wasn’t aware before just how much he intimidated me, he sure as hell knew now.

“I need to spend time with my family.” I said, trying to explain.

“Just like that, then?” He cut in. He stepped back, shaking his head. His expression full of anger. I backed up slightly, my heart pounding as he ranted on.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered meekly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emily peering over the desk. She looked terrified. If it wasn’t for the situation, I’d have laughed.

“You’re sorry?” His tone was scaring me. He was acting like he owned me, like he’d had me once, so now he somehow had a right to me. This was far from the calm, confident person I thought I knew.

“No, no. I get it.” He pulled put his wallet, “So what will it cost me? Eight? Nine?” He sneered, throwing his credit card at me.

I gaped at him, stunned. He thought throwing a couple extra grand would get me back into bed with him?

“Charlie no. I’m not doing that anymore. I was just trying to help my sister-“ His laughter cut me off.

“Help your sister by being a slut? Come on, Kaitlin. We’ve already established you’re a whore. Just tell me your price.” The words rolled off his tongue with vindication.

I gasped. What the hell? Who was he to judge me and my choices?

He was married, for god’s sake.

“Maybe you should go home to your wife.” I retorted, instantly regretting the words as soon as they exited my mouth.

His face grew dark, I braced myself, squeezing my eyes shut as he raised his fist.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Both Charlie and I turned to see Barry standing in the doorway, arms crossed aver his huge chest. I sighed, the feeling of sweet relief surging through my body. I’d been moments away from being hit.

That scared the hell out of me. I couldn’t do this, not anymore. Charlie cursed as Barry escorted him outside. Mauve and Emily came rushing up to me.

“Are you okay?” Emily gasped. I shook my head, my whole body shaking as she pulled me into her arms.

“Take her into my office.” Mauve instructed. Emily nodded, leading me down the hall. Inside the office, she sat me down on the sofa, with a blanket.

“Can I get you a drink? Water? Tea?” She asked, concerned.

“Tea would be nice.” I managed a small smile.

I sat forward on the couch, trying to slow my still thumping heart. What if Barry hadn’t been there? I shuddered to think what Charlie would