Chapter 37: Chapter 37

Paris is resting her head on Rory's chest while she sleeps peacefully and Rory's hand is around her, moulding her body close to his and his eyes are closed as he sleeps soundly too.

How long has it been since she called?

Twenty minutes, yeah, a lot can happen in twenty minutes.

Rory shifts a little and as a moan erupts from his mouth and his eyes open and they immediately meet mine and his eyes narrows down at me. I pull back that moment and walk back to the room, planning on running out the next minute and forget everything I just saw in there. But as I hear Rory's voice from the side of the room, I know it's not going to be easy forgetting anything, he'll make sure of that.

"What are you doing?"

I turn to him who is standing naked, hot and pleasing as well as tempting. A trading smug smile curling at the corner of his lips as he looks across to where I stand.

"I was going to submit the documents to Paris, and I didn't see her so I decided to check, I didn't realise you were still here," I explain awkwardly, 'cause how the hell is it not suppose to be awkward?

About four hours ago, he was showering me with kisses and declaring his love for me and now he has just fucked Paris brains out and he is here standing naked before me, asking for an explanation as to the reason why I'm here.

"Could have dropped it and left, but you were just too curious for your own good, but I don't blame you, you were never much of a resister." He purrs, licking over his red and delicately swollen bottom lip. Which he must have gotten from kissing Paris so hard.

Oh heavens, I'm going green.

My cheek catches fire and I fight the embarrassing feeling that washes over me. How dare he say that? We are where we are today, because I've fought to resist him even when my body, mind and soul yearns for him. I've resisted him at the panic house even when he was completely irresistible I've fought to resist all his seducing attempts on me since we met, I've fought to say no to being his other woman even when he makes it look so good, I've fought to keep my respect for Paris and stay away from her man. So how dare he?

"You have no idea what you're talking—"

"I don't? Yet I know that a little part of you just want me to have my way with you right here right now on the floor and on this desk." He smirks, leaning against Paris desk, running his hand on the desk as though I am already there and his muscles flex perfectly, but he doesn't even notice or mind that I'm partly staring at his you-know.

How does he even do that? How does he not feel any shame?

You're kidding? With a body like his, there's no shame.

"That's because you're naked," I admit, in a low yet honest voice. "Shouldn't you be beside Paris who you just had sex with? She might wake up pretty soon and see you stalling her PA."

That seems to do more good than harm because he grins widely, displaying his dimple proudly.

Do you have to be so perfect? Damn you!

"Paris unlike you is a heavy sleeper, but I loved watching you sleep though. Mostly because you always mumble sweet nothing in your sleep." He folds his arms over his chest and his muscles show he does extreme work out.

This means that he's been watching me sleep and also that he's been with her more than once.

Jealousy eats me up like a disease, and it overshadows the tingle in my stomach at the thought of him watching me sleep, but my attempt to glare at him fail miserably when he winks at me.

"How many times has it been then?" I blurt out before I can stop myself.

"Has what been?"

I figured that I better ask and have it off my mind so I ask. "Have you had sex with Paris?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Just answer the damn question!" I snap impatiently.

His eyes dim a little, but he did reply. "I think this is the eighth time." His cheek grows red from the embarrassment of me knowing.

It not like I feel any better knowing this.

"Oh," I say breathlessly and is the impact of his words hit me like a wrecking ball.

"Why did you ask?"

"Just curious." I manage to answer, even though I feel like my heart is painfully being squeezed.

I hear him chuckle and run his hand through his messy sex hair. "Are you jealous?" He asks, his eyes teasing as they meet mine.

My nose scrunches up in disgust, "I didn't think someone like you who is always business-minded would sacrifice office working hours just for sex."

He pauses and after a brief thought says. "Well we will be married soon, so no one's going to pick offence and you're not answering the question, are you jealous?"

"What? Why would I be?"

"That's not an answer."

"Because you didn't ask a question."

He shrugs and step away from the desk and towards me. "Maybe, or maybe you are. Maybe you're jealous it was Paris and not you, jealous that she gets to enjoy the pleasure that you secretly crave. Jealous that all you'll ever have of me would be just your imagination."

I step back towards the door. I watch him take a few greedy steps towards me and I stumble back. "Stay back," I say even though I know he won't.

"Okay, then just answer the question." He says, flickering his tongue out to lap at his bottom lip again.

My body goes on fire and I silently cuss at him for the much effect he knows he still has on me.

"Tell me." He steps even closer to my space and pinning me to the door.

Inasmuch as Rory had said Paris was a heavy sleeper, I can't help feeling anxious about her waking and walking on us like this. Even I can't begin to imagine what she'll do, but judging from Rory attitude and behaviour, it doesn't seem to bother him. But it does bother me, bother me that he isn't mine, it does bother me that he's Paris's, it does bother me that I think about him 24/7 even when I shouldn't, it does bother me that Paris is my boss and he is her fiancé, it does bother me that he'll marry Paris soon and I'll be in my tribulation, it does bother me that I might not be able to fight him for so long.

But for today I have to.

"No, I'm not," I reply with a blank face, not willing to show him any emotion that'll encourage him. "Can I go now?"

He clenches his teeth and noisily breathes through his nose. He moves back and turns away. "Yes, you can."

I waste not a second before turning the doorknob and running out before shutting the door. My heart is racing heavily against my chest and I close my eyes, trying to give myself some sort of mental relief.

"Who was that?" Comes Paris sleepy but sharp voice and I freeze on my step towards my office.

"No one, babe, just making sure the door is a lock so no one disturbs us." The door close and it clicks. "Now it's better, come here."

I quickly walk away, firstly because I do not want anyone finding me lurking around as they already have many things to gossip about me and secondly because I do not want my heartbreaking more than it already has I enter my office and lock my door. A tear ran down my face a wipe it off and walk to my seat, continually reminding myself a million reasons why it's wrong, but still hearing the little voice that gives me the one reason why it's right to want Rory.

I loved him.