EroticReverie

Verrick "Duke" Chamberlian

I wasn't sure what possessed Kat to think she had to wear a dress like that, but I had to say. It was a lot harder now to remember, she was a secretary. My secretary. Not a member of the club. 

The body she had was exquisite. Fucking perfection. Her neck, no longer hidden by her long gorgeous hair, was slender smooth, and I tried not to look at the small baby hair that touched the nape of her neck. Tried not to look at her collar bone, or the incredible dip of the front of her dress almost down to her navel, or the way her breasts sat nicely on her chest, still perky, my mouth salivating at the way the curve of the underside of her breast was visible from the side as the fabric hung off her nipple. Nipples that appeared quite hard, and my mouth wanted to tend to them more than anything right now. Fuck the shows, fuck the sex happening all through this building, I wanted nothing else, but that to take her to a private room and open that dress further and put those tits on display and worship them for her. 

I reach my hand up her back, slipping it along her bare back and up her spine. 

"That perfect posture." I say as her breath hitches and she turns her head to look at me and I smile. 

"You're exquisite Katherine." I say quietly to her. Her mouth parts and she blinks up at me. 

She shakes her head. "You are nothing like him." she says. 

My brows pinch. "Like who?" I ask and she tenses slightly and jerks her head back.

"I...sorry..I was thinking out loud I guess." she says and I slip my fingertips back down her spine. 

"Who am I not like?" I ask curiously and she swallows. 

"Nobody." she says softly. 

I was too curious now though, who was this little angel comparing me to? 

I slip my hand away from her back and move in front of her and lift my hand under her chin, grabbing it gently and raise it and she exhales as she looks at me. 

"Good girls don't lie Katherine." I say quietly and she inhales and licks those sweet lips of hers. 

"Your son." she answers. I drop my hand and look at her, my brows drawing together. 

"My son?" I ask. 

she nods. "Devin." 

"He's..." she starts. "You're just....you're ...nicer than him." she says. 

I cock my head. "How do you know my son?" 

She swallows. 

"You can't fire me. I really need this job." she says. 

"Who said you were getting fired?" I question.

"I just...I ....I'm his girlfriend...well...no." She shakes her head as I move mine back slightly. 

"I was...was his girlfriend." she says. 

"How long ago is was?" I ask. 

She slightly winces. 

"Umm...like...5 hours ago." she says. My brows raise. 

"he....kinda..broke up with me." she says. 

I scowl slightly when she looks away and her voice shakes slightly. 

"HE broke up with YOU?" I ask her. She nods, and I grab her chin and lift it again. 

Her eyes are filled with unshed tears. 

"And why am I not like him?" I ask. I watch a tear slip and I gently wipe it away with the back of my finger, flicking it away. 

"I think you've given me more compliments today, than he has in the eight months we were together." she says and I rear my head back. Eight months. 

"Was he not good to you?" I ask. 

she shrugs. "He wasn't....bad...just...not great." she says.

This pretty fucking angel my dick has been craving all god damn day, belonged to my fucking son. Or did anyways. 

"Please don't tell him I work here...and please don't fire me." she says looking up at me.

I lift her chin. 

"First of all...I will not fire you. So there's no need to worry about that. Second...I...I unfortunately don't talk much with Devin. He's...not...a bad son...just not a great one." I say with a soft smile and she lets another tear fall but a little laugh accompanies it. 

"And i'm pretty sure, he doesn't deserve to have you crying over him. I love him, he's my son. But you're right. I'm nothing like him." I tell her. 

"come with me." I say and take her hand. I take her to the elevator in the back for private use, and take her up to the top floor. 

The top floor is an apartment. All open concept. 

"What is this? Where people play house role play?" she asks and I laugh. 

"Not exactly. It's just an apartment. We use it for ourselves when needed. Or rent it to employees, but it's currently unoccupied so I've been staying in it the past few weeks while my house is renovated." I say and walk over to the kitchen area. 

She follows and I pull out a stool for her at the kitchen counter , she sits up on it, and I smile how even on the stool, she sits perfectly. Good girl. I think to myself. 

"Why are we up here?" she asks. I smile as I walk over to the cupboards and pull out a few bottles of liquor. 

"Because I cant have you crying downstairs , even though...some may be into it...I am certainly not." I say and she chews her lip. 

"sorry, I was...I was doing fine..well....I mean...no....I cried...a lot...then my friend Sunny, she kind of threw her tough love at me." she says as I mix a drink for her. 

"She's not a fan of Devin." she says and I look over and smile. 

"not many are." I say and she chews her lip. 

" I think...I dont know..he was my first real relationship...and I just...ignored warning signs...the red flags,...even when they were pointed out to me. " she says and I nod. 

"Devin is a little prick...charming...but an entitled little shit. That will often get his way because he knows what to say to get it." I tell her. 

She half laughs. 

"Im sorry he caused you any pain." I say and she shakes her head. 

"not your fault." she says. 

"I just...I was going to tell you earlier...but I was afraid that dating him would have been a conflict of some kind...so I didnt...but...surprise" she says as I move the drink in front of her , the counter between us as I lean over it and rest my elbows on , clasping my hands together. 

"He broke up with me, so even if it WAS a conflict, he took care of that." she says and lifts the drink , and takes a sip. 

"Well...he's a fucking fool. And i WILL fire you if you take him back." I say and she looks at me. 

I smile. "Not really, but I'm going to strongly advise against it." 

She shakes her head. "I don't want him back. I did for like...the first few hours. But now...looking at everything in hindsight...I didnt love him...I forced myself to believe I did...because he was my first real boyfriend...at least...title wise....he didnt act like one." she says. 

I watch her as she drinks the drink I made her, sip after sip, until she sets it down empty and licks her lips. 

"do you want another?" I ask her and she looks down, not even realizing she drank it all. 

She shakes her head. "no...I ...shit...I have to drive...no...now I'll have to wait till I can drive home." she says. 

"Or..i could take an uber." she shrugs.

"Or you could stay here." I say. 

She looks up. "What?"

"Here." I say and lift my arm, and hand and gesture to the apartment.

"You could stay the night here."  I say. 

"You can sleep in the bed. The couch pulls out, and I'll sleep there, or I can just sleep at Max's and Mischa's for the night. Or Danny's." I say. 

She shakes her head and laughs. 

"I cant stay here." she says and laughs again. 

"Why not?" I ask. 

She raises a brow. 

"You're my boss...and....my ex's father...that's weird...on both counts." she says and I smile. 

"Well, you're not taking an Uber, not this late at night and alone. And you're not driving at all. I won't allow it. So...I can either drive you home. Or, you can save me the time and gas money, and just sleep it off here." I say. 

"That's manipulative." she says narrowing her eyes.

"How so?" I ask. 

"Making me feel bad about you using your time and money on me to force me to stay here." she says and crosses her arms and challenges me with raised brow. 

I smile. "You're right. It is." 

"I'll be honest with you then, how about that?" I ask.

she nods. 

"I want you to stay." I say. Waiting. She bites her lips together, her cheeks turning rosy pink. 

"I want you to stay for multiple reasons, but only a few I'm going to tell you." I say. She chews her lip and nods. 

"One....I really DONT want you driving after you've had a drink. No matter how much you drank. No matter how long you wait. Driving with any amount of alcohol in your blood...isn't okay with me." I tell her. She nods. 

"Two....Uber's are dangerous enough as it is. You never know what psycho is going to be driving, or even if THEY are safe to be driving with. And at night...just...no." I say.

"third...a reason I shouldnt divulge...because I'm your boss....and maybe also possibly because you my sons ex girlfriend....but you're fucking beautiful, and I want to stare at you just a bit longer. Infact...I want to stare at you all night. For as long as you'll let me. Because I think you might have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen, and i'll go fucking mad tonight thinking about them, and I dont want you to go." I say and she lets out a wooshing breath.

"shit." she breathes quietly. 

"so stay here tonight because im selfish, because I can't take my fucking eyes off you, and I want you to leave the scent of you in my fucking sheets and on my pillows, because you smell as good as you look. Like a fucking dream." I say, my cock growing harder the more I go on. And I shouldnt be talking to her like this, admitting any of this, but fuck it. 

"We...we sleep separate." she says. I nod. 

She licks her lips and seems to think for a moment. 

"Okay." she says softly and Im the one to let out a breath. 

I smile. "Okay."