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  “Fine. What do you need?”

  “Just wanted to see how you’re doing,” she says, sitting down on my desk. “How long have you been in?”

  “Few minutes.”

  “Ah, I see,” she thumbs through my files.

  Not wanting to play a game with her so early in the morning, I grab the files and turn my chair to face her. “Is there something you need, Camila?”

  She smiles, touching my face. “Nope.” As she gets up from my desk, she turns around, still smiling. “Enjoy your meetings today and your smoothie.”

  “Okay. You can leave now.”

  Pushing out the nonsense with Camila, I finish the smoothie and check to see I still have about twenty minutes before my first meeting. Getting the notes I need for today, an uncomfortable feeling hits me. I look down and see him standing at attention. “What the fuck?” I think about the most ridiculous, unsexy things imaginable, but my hard on is still there, straining in my pants. “Fuck,” I mutter. I can’t go into a meeting like this. I’ll fucking lose my mind. I log onto my computer and Google what I can do. I’m not fucking jerking off in my office. What the fuck?

  Natalie comes in, announcing her presence. “Sharp, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I turn back to the computer.

  “Well, you have a meeting like now, so hurry up. You can’t keep them waiting.” I look down and see it’s still there. I grab my files and block my erection.

  “Thanks for the smoothie this morning.”

  “What smoothie? I just got in.”

  “What?” All I see is red. I burst out of my office and head to Camila’s. She’s on the phone when I come in. Snatching it out of her hands and hanging up on whomever she was talking to, I stand before her ready to fucking kill her. The pain in my pants is ready to fucking explode. This is the reason why I should have never told her.

  “Can I help you?” She innocently asks.

  Wincing in pain, I slowly walk to her. “What the fuck did you do?”

  Camila gets up and rubs my arm. “Don’t mess with me, Ayden. You know I play harder.”

  “Camila, I have fucking meetings all day!”

  “So? Jerk off.”

  “I don’t have time, Camila. Fix this now or so help me God I will fire your incompetent ass and never look back.”

  “You won’t,” she kisses my cheek and sits back down.

  “And why wouldn’t I?” Before I can answer, Natalie bursts in and laughs, holding her stomach. “I’m so fucking glad to bring the both of you idiots enjoyment.” Looking at the time on my watch, I curse under my breath and leave. Fucking women.

  Since coming back to my office after my meetings, I’ve been glued to my seat. My hard on finally went down after three hours. Throughout that time, I kept thinking about ways to kill Camila.

  It’s nearly nine in the evening by the time I finish my last email. I grab my things and start to head out. Ready to walk out of my office, my door knob turns and in walks Camila.

  “Can I help you?” She looks at me without saying anything, and places her hands on my face. Her eyes are endless pools of blue; and I fall in love with her again each time I see her.

  Before she responds, her lips press against mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her warm body. Fuck, I’ve missed her. Little moans escape her lips and a growl escapes mine. Pushing her against the wall, I quickly pull up her white dress and press my fingers against her wet clit. “No panties,” I mumble, glad she’s here and ready for me.

  “You always hated it before.”

  “Still do.” Plunging my fingers into her wetness, she throws her head back, begging for my dick. “Say you want it.”

  “I want you, Ayden. Fuck me, please,” she begs, her voice raspy.

  Ripping off her dress she stands before me in her lacey pink bra, breathing in and out, her chest rising and falling. Taking off her bra, I step back for a brief moment and admire her body. Her perfect body with curves in the right places. Her long, tone legs waiting to be wrapped around my waist as I fuck her senseless. She’s fucking gorgeous.

  “Turn around,” I tell her, watching her turn around. I see her black heels and lick my lips. “Keep your shoes on.”

  Taking handcuffs from my bottom drawer, I pick her up and bring her to my desk, laying her face down, and cuffing her hands behind her. My hands roam down her sexy back to her ass, savoring each part of her.

  "Do you want me to fuck you like this?"

  "Yes," she whimpers, pushing her ass up.

  Pulling down my pants, I push my way inside her, fast and hard, like we both need and love. “Oh,” she moans, tossing her head to the side. Her panting increases and she gets wetter while my dick plays. “Make me come, Ayden,” she begs.

  Feeling her again, without anything between us, I nearly lose my mind. She’s consuming me in this moment, and I don’t fight back. Flipping her around, my mouth finds hers, claiming her, needing her, wanting her. Our tongues tangle with one another and her feminine smell encourages me to fuck her harder. Better. Giving her what she wants and what I need. I don’t want to stop this moment with her. I need to devour her and keep this delicious moment.

  Her muscles clench around my hard cock as I pump faster and harder. “Oh my God, I’m about to come.”

  Quickly pulling out of her, I kiss her lips, giving her a wink. "Don't fuck with me anymore, Camila. Even though you play harder, I play smarter."

  C

  am

  HE LEAVES ME ALONE in his office.

  "Ayden!" I scream, pushing myself from the desk. "Ayden!" Feeling hopeless, I fall into his chair and frantically look for the keys. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me," I mumble, still looking. Sitting here naked, my dignity crushed, I refuse to cry. "Well played, Ayden." I force a laugh, using my foot to call Natalie.

  Almost an hour later, she walks into the office; I'm still sitting naked as can be.

  "Oh, this is priceless!" She bends at the waist, holding her stomach. "I wish I had a camera."

  "Please help me!"

  Natalie hurries over and looks for the key. "I can't find it."

  "Do you have a bobby pin?"

  "Yeah," she pulls one from her hair. "Why?"

  "Well, get me out of these cuffs!"

  Sitting here while my friend tries to break me out of handcuffs is not how I want to spend my night. I'm thankful she's here, but sitting here naked isn't the vision I had in mind. Finally, the cuffs are off, and I change into the yoga pants and sweater I asked her to bring.

  "Did you bring the other things I asked for? She nods. "Good. This'll teach him a lesson." I smirk, thinking about his reaction when he walks into his office tomorrow.

  Driving back home, I hurry inside and crawl into bed. As small as he can make me feel, he’s the only one who can bring me to the highest of highs and lowest of lows. Everything I have inside me belongs to Ayden, and I’m not giving up. We’ve lost so many years, and if I can get through to him and show him that I'm here, maybe he'll realize we're meant to be together. I know these thoughts are delusional and I wish I could move on, but when you find the love of your life again after so many years apart, it's a sign. Love isn't supposed to be easy. It's a long and bumpy road with obstacles to test one’s faith, mind and heart. I know I can move on and find someone who'll make me happy, but deep inside my heart I'll think about Ayden.

  In the past few months we’ve talked my connection with him is strong and I’m not going to let him go. I promised him that I wouldn’t leave and he would never feel alone. Now that he’s back, I have to do everything I can to keep the promises I made him and make him see that we belong together and fate brought us back. As cheesy and corny as it sounds the love Ayden and I have for one another isn't the type of love that goes away. It hits me that we've been apart for so long. Maybe our love slowly faded. Even though we still love each other, ten years is a long time to be apart. We need to get to know each other again. We need to fall in love with one another again. There’s so much anger and hatred in Ayden. It kills me to see him like this now. A once amazing and sweet boy is now a cold hearted man. And his cold heart is my fault.

  I'm about to fall asleep when there's a knock on my door. Dragging myself out of bed, I flick on the hall light, walk to the door and pull it open.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “We need to talk.”

  “No,” I shake my head, “not tonight, Ayden. Please just go. I'm exhausted.”

  He grabs my arm and turns me to face him. “We need to talk, Camila. Let me in so we can do that.” Pushing him away, I slam the door in his face. “Open the door, Camila.”

  “No!” I tell him, leaning against the door. "We can talk tomorrow morning. Wanna get lunch or something?"

  "Open. The. Door."

  "No."

  I don't hear a response. Turning around and peering through the peephole the hall is empty. Feeling good I head back to my room, crawl into bed and pull the covers over my body. Pulling out the photo album under my pillow, I flip through each page and look at the pictures of Ayden and I when we first met to when we first fell in love.

  “What are you looking at?” I hear him say. I don’t respond or question how he got in. Knowing Ayden, he came up with a plan on his own.

  “Reliving the past," I answer without looking at him.

  His fingers lightly brush my face. Letting out a breath, I push down the covers and see him looking at me. I know these obstacles and his walls will come down as soon as he sees how much he means to me. “Stop living in the past. We're here in the now. There's nothing you can do to change what's been done."

  "But when I look at the past I can try to figure out what happened between us." He lets out a sigh, shaking his
head. "Are you going to apologize for what you did to me tonight?"

  "No."

  "Then goodnight." I put the album back under my pillow and turn my body so my back is facing him. Even though he can't see it I'm an emotional wreck. It hurts seeing him here and not be with him the way I want.

  The covers are torn off my body. When I look up, Ayden's pulling me down on my bed, grabbing my shorts and pulling it down my legs. "Beautiful," he whispers, his silver eyes wide and full of lust.

  Pushing myself up from the bed I grab his arm, "stop. I don't want this."

  He grins, "I will when I believe you don't want this. I know you do. I know your body, Camila."

  "What do you want?"

  He hovers over me. His finger trailing down my cheek to my neck. "Right now I want to hear you moan and scream my name."

  "But I want more. I don't want to be a quick fuck. Can we try to be friends or something? Can we start over?"

  "Before we can do that I need to know the truth so will you be honest with me?"

  "Yes," I nod.

  "Try hard to do that since I know honesty is not one of your strongest qualities." I'm about to say something, but hold my tongue. "I can't be with you the way you want me to, so what do you say to having a beneficial relationship?" His mouth is close to my ear. His lips touch my ear, sucking my earlobe, making my body scream.

  "Will you fuck other women?"

  "You haven't answered my question."

  "Yes," my voice quivers, "we can have a beneficial relationship." He squeezes my breast, still kissing my ear, cheek and neck.

  "I won't fuck other women. After having you there's no one else who will compare." Lying down on the bed, he spreads my legs, slipping his fingers inside me.

  I gasp, turning my head to the side, gripping the sheets of my bed.

  "Seems like I left you not fully satisfied tonight." His fingers move faster inside me. "Do you want me to finish what we started?"

  "Yes," I moan, arching my back.

  He unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor. Kicking it to the side, he slides off his boxer briefs and stands before me. Licking my lips I rise a brow, "so what are you waiting for?"

  Pushing my legs up in the air he slams into me. Going as deep as he can, pushing me to the edge and pulling me back. I scream his name, screaming for him to go faster and harder.

  "Fuck Camila," he moans, thrusting harder.

  "I'm about to come!" Bringing his lips to mine, our tongues meet, in a hungry, passionate kiss.

  Lifting me up from the bed he slams me against the wall. I grip his shoulders, still starving for his kiss. He fucks me harder. My head hits the wall as I pant for air, slowing coming down from my orgasm.

  "Camila," his body shakes and he takes my bottom lip in his, biting down, looking into my eyes. Slowly slides out of me, helping me to the floor. I watch him get his clothes and dress. Picking up my robe at the end of the bed I put it on, tying the band around my waist.

  "Will you stay the night?"

  "No." I frown, looking away from his intense stare. "What? Tell me what you're thinking."

  "So that's how it's going to be? You're gonna fuck me and leave?"

  "Yes. I like that idea. I don't sleep with women after sex. That's all I want Camila. I love sex and pussy. I love having sex with you and putting my cock inside of your pussy."

  I sigh in frustration and turn around to go back to bed. "Well lock the door on your way out." I hear him leave, shaking my head and closing my eyes. I need to stop thinking about him and remember we're friends.

  There’s a beautiful floral arrangement with a note on my desk when I walk in the door. Sliding my finger across the top of the envelope, I pull out the white card and read the words.

  I still love you even though I don't know how to show it. I need time.

  Ayden

  Pulling the small card to my chest, I close my eyes, remembering his touch, when all of a sudden I remember the prank I left for him. "Oh, shit."

  Hurrying out of my office I run to his, but it's too late. He stares at the pig currently destroying his couch. "Camila," he says, "I'm going to count to ten. Then, I'm going to walk out of my office, and this damn pig will be gone." He turns around and doesn't look at me.

  Shit, he's pissed. Pulling out my phone, I call Natalie, and she meets me in his office within a few minutes. Getting the pig out of the office is a lot harder than we thought.

  "What the hell do we do with him?" I yell, standing in the middle of the plaza looking everywhere for a sign.

  "Don't worry! The owner is coming back."

  "You had this planned out?"

  "Of course," she smiles, sipping her Starbucks. "That's why the both of you love me."

  When Mr. Pig is picked up, I walk my way into Ayden's office and help him straighten out his office. It's not too bad, but he does need a new couch and maybe a new desk. Possibly a cleaning for the rugs.

  "Can we call a truce now?" I bat my eyes, rubbing his arm. "I think we both know you and I are ruthless."

  "Fine."

  "That's all you have to say?"

  "What else do you want me to say, Camila?"

  Trying not to lose my temper, I count to ten and respond to his question. "Nothing. There's nothing to say." I finish helping him and walk out of his office and back into mine. As soon as 5 o’clock hits, I’m out the door and on my way to Beverly’s. When I pull into her driveway, I get out of my car and run inside.

  “Bev!” I yell, putting down my things.

  “In here,” she yells back. I walk into her living room and sit down. “What’s wrong?”

  “Ayden’s alive.”

  “Babe we’ve been through this. He’s dead.”

  “Bev, Ayden’s Sharp. He’s alive, and he’s my manager, and he’s this evil man full of hate for me.”

  Her eyes go wide in shock as she covers her mouth. “You’re serious?”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  "When did you find out?"

  "Few days now."

  "And you're just telling me now," she shouts, getting up from the couch. "Seriously Cam you're just telling me now?"

  "I'm sorry," I turn to her, resting my elbows on my thighs, "Things are complicated now and I really need you to stop yelling at me and listen."

  "Fine." I tell her everything and she listens with her mouth wide open. “I can’t believe this. So he’s now Ayden Sharp?” I nod. “Cam, this is awesome!”

  I get up with my head low and arms crossed around my body. “I don’t think so, Bev. He hates me.” My hands lift in the air as I hold onto the invisible wall. “It’s like there’s nothing I can do to make him see that this is all a mistake. I never left him. You saw me. You saw how much of a mess I was.”

  “I remember,” she responds, her voice quiet and sad. During the time without Ayden, I nearly died. The world kept spinning. My friends were getting ready to go to college and partied over the summer. They took trips to the beach and soaked the summer sun while I stayed in my room. I hardly left my house and refused to see anyone. My parents tried getting me to do something, anything, but I stayed in bed.

  “I don’t think we can have a second chance.”

  “What do you mean?” Bev yells, getting up from the couch and coming to me. Her hands are on mine, and she gives me a look I can’t explain. Her eyes are mixed with anger and sadness. She knows how much I love Ayden and how I’d give up everything for another chance. Anything.

  “I’m not sure if there’s a chance. He won’t listen to me, and I don’t think it’s going to work.”

  “You need to talk to him. You know Ayden’s a special kind of person. He’s always been a brick wall. No one was able to read him until you came along.” I don’t say anything. Instead I head to her kitchen and grab a bottle of wine from their collection. I need something to block these thoughts and emotions. I can’t go back to that place. I can’t.

  Sharp

  “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT?”

  I look up and see Natalie looking at me. She’s been worried about me for the past few days. Hell, I’ve been worried about myself. Having Camila around isn’t doing me any good. A part of me wishes she’d quit and leave me alone. That’ll show me she never cared, but she’s still around taking my bullshit. I can’t handle these emotions. I’ve closed myself off from women for years. I fucked them and left them. No one was worth my time or energy. I used women for my own satisfaction. Sure, I made them orgasm and they fucking loved it, but that’s all they wanted. They wanted to scream my name and feel my massive cock fucking their tight little cunts. They wanted the image of being attached to a millionaire. They weren’t looking for love but for the money and what I could offer. That’s why I did what I did – fucked them and left them. It’s easy when emotions aren’t there. But as soon as I opened my damn door and saw her standing before me, everything went out the window. I didn’t want to be the asshole I was. I wanted to be the man she could love again.