Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I think Richie’s phone calls are never ending today. He has been on a call with different people for over two hours now. It’s continuous- nonstop, once he’s done talking to one person he moves to another. It’s almost like a perpetual motion machine, he doesn’t seem to stop anytime soon.

After all that paparazzi drama and the news going on and off about Richie and whatsoever crime he did. Things haven’t been going well for him or me I must say. Richie’s case is different, he will eventually sort things out like he always does but as for me, I can’t sort things out. As a matter of fact; I didn’t get to do anything of my own, especially about Ezra. I still don’t know who he is or what he does, all I have is his name and that’s not enough. However, I asked Silas to look up anyone named Ezra who worked with Richie. This man is very important to me, so the sooner I find out who he is, the better.

I am presently in my office fixing appointments and scheduling different meetings for Richie. I don’t know if he will be available for the meeting because he seems to be busy with phone calls lately. He literally missed breakfast because he was on a call with one of his business partners. Although, there is a meeting we’d both be attending in a few minutes as soon as Richie finishes his current call. I’m not letting him make another call before we attend this meeting, it’s really important and I don’t want Richie to miss it.

Being his secretary, I gotta say, it’s a hell lot of work but I managed to get everything done while preparing documents for this current meeting and the project he’d complete two weeks from now. I also got him coffee and sent emails to all companies he wants to rectify the recent situation too. Richie says I’m not supposed to do that for him but I did it anyways because I want the full job, not special treatment.

Putting the papers in a manner of accordance, Richie walks into the office. He looks overwrought, to say the least. Fluster, stressed, and a kind of expression that makes me want to pity him. No surprise he’s still on the phone, someone must have said something unpleasant to him.

"I will talk to you later." He says through the phone. He ends the call when he approaches my desk "Are you ready?" He asks me, not sparing a glance at me. I assume he is working on something on the phone.

"Yes," I say gathering the files and the few papers I need for the meeting. "All done, let’s go."

"Wait a minute, I have to answer this." He tells me and I groan in irritation.

"Really" I sigh

"Sorry, Rach, but this is important."

"You’ve gotta be kidding me." I groan sitting back on the chair. With Richie on the phone, I’m sure this meeting will be postponed if not worse; canceled.

Richie walks over to the window, he smiles at me before turning around to talk on the phone. Oh my God, this is so annoying, I spent all day trying to get everything concerning this meeting done and this is what he does! Oh dear lord, how the hell will I get this man to attend this meeting -wait a second, what do I care, it’s not my business. If the meeting gets canceled, it will be on his head not mine. I sigh slumping back into the chair, though that’s not satisfying. I turn my gaze to Richie. It kills me to admit that Richie looks handsome today- who am I kidding, he looks handsome every single day. However, his heart isn’t as good as his appearance.

I sigh thinking of what to do to while away time. I decided to swirl my time away by swirling the chair round and around. I begin to do that and it reminds me of when I was a kid, I do that a lot whenever I am in my dad's study room. He usually swirls me around the chair so it gets all fun and pinning. I like it when he does that. Getting satisfied with the swirling, I rest my elbow on the armrest and I palm my face with my hand. I begin to tap my feet on the ground, I am so bored right now. I wish I could get something to while away time, maybe work on something about Ezra; anything would help. But right now I can’t, if I do Richie will start asking questions and I don’t know what to say to him.

Soughing, I immediately sit upright when Richie said something about Ezra. It’s like the Gods heard my wishes, I wanted something about Ezra and I got it.

I pin my ear close to listen to his conversation, even though he is talking In the Italian language I believe I will be able to understand a few words he saying.

"Non credo sia una buona idea papà. Questo è molto pericoloso, e se si fa male. [I don’t think it’s a good idea, Papa. That is very dangerous, what if he gets hurt.]" Richie says. He sounds concerned. I wonder why.

"Credo che tu abbia ragione [I guess you’re right.]" He continues to speak. He takes a moment of silence before he turns to look at me. I smile awkwardly and immediately turn my gaze.

"Ok, se è quello che vuoi, allora glielo dirò [Okay, if that’s what you want then I will tell him about it.]"

Tell who, about what? What is Richie talking about? What did Papa tell him? Oh God, I’m blasting with questions. Ezra is full of mysteries, I can’t wait to know who he is.

"Va bene. Ti parlerò più tardi, arrivederci. [Okay. I will speak to you later, goodbye.]" He says before ending the call.

Richie approaches my desk "Sorry I took long Rach, I was on a call with Papa and it was very important."

He doesn’t have to tell me that twice; he was literally talking about Ezra.

Ezra! Any talk about Ezra is important!

"Oh, no problem," I say, casually. "So, should we head to the meeting now?" I inquire

"Sure." He begins to walk around the desk.

"Okay." I take the files, I am about to stand up when Richie slightly pushes me back on the chair, swirls it around, and made me face him. He leans close to me.

"Rach, I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately." He says "Things haven’t been going my way and it’s just so frustrating."

"I see." I raise an eyebrow trying to figure out what is going on. Why is he telling me all that? Doesn’t he know that I know?

"We haven’t been spending time together, so I thought why not go out for dinner tonight." He suggests

"That’s a good idea Richie but I think you should eat breakfast first," I say.

"Ohh." Richie looks like he is thinking of something "I didn’t eat breakfast today." He says questionably to himself

"Yes, you didn’t." I say even though he didn’t ask me "And I think you should take a break too because you look exhausted."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you should take a rest but after the meeting, of course." I stated, "Speaking of the meeting, we are…" I check my watch before I speak "Fifty minutes late."

He smirks and he grips on the armrest, caging me. He leans even closer to me; angling his lips until they are mere inches away from mine. He looks at me with nothing but passion in his eyes, a beautiful smile tugs around the corner of his lips before he speaks "Rach."

I hmmm my response. I don’t think I’m in the place to talk right now. I lower my gaze because if I don’t, my mind will drive me crazy wanting to kiss Richie- I have the weirdest mindset.

"You care about me not eating breakfast?" He says questionably

Again, I hmm my response.

He lightly laughs presumably of my weird behavior. "Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Rach." His voice is firm and gentle.

I think about looking at him for a second. I’m just being childish, I can do this. I can totally look him in the eyes and not think of kissing him. And even if I do think of kissing him, there’s nothing wrong with that, I mean he’s my fiancé. I think about him in every way I want. Oh God! I mentally facepalmed myself, I’m such an idiot. What the hell am I thinking of, Richie is an enemy, not a fiancé!

"Rach, look at me." He says and lifts my chin to face his. I look him in the eyes and our eyes locked. It took Richie zero seconds before he presses his lips to mine. As our lips met, a tingling sensation ran through my body. I felt my hands gently cup his face as he deepened the kiss, Richie’s lips moves against mine with a gentle urgency and he works his mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

He gently pulls away and I stare at him breathlessly. His eyes met mine and the world seemed to fade away. I felt his hand gently touch my cheek, his fingers tracing a line down my jawline.

"That was good." He says, smirking.

My cheeks flicker red as I take a moment before I speak "The meeting." My voice came out as a whisper.

"Screw meeting, we can fix it anytime." He huskily says

I open my mouth to speak but don’t when I suddenly feel Richie’s warm hand on my thigh.

I shove his hand off me. "What are you do-" He cuts me off pressing his lips against mine. He taste tentatively my mouth with his tongue as he traced it across the bottom of my lip. The caress of his lips seemed much softer this time.

"Shhh!" He hisses against my lips. "Don’t say a word." He whispers pulling away gently. Richie puts his hand back and this time on my bare thigh. I knew I shouldn't have worn this dress, it’s too open. All Richie has to do is move just a little to get in contact with my skin.

Richie’s hand moves up my leg, and I try not to acknowledge how much I love the warm feel of his hand on me. I move a little in my seat as I feel his hand just a breath away from my undies. I don’t know why my body is suddenly hot, and the area close to Richie's hand is getting moist.

Richie starts at my knees and goes all the way to my waist. A small gasp escapes my lips as Richie suddenly grabs my thigh roughly. Then, his fingers begin to play with the waistband of my underwear. My eyes are still locked in his and I am very surprised as to how he moves his hands around me without even breaking eye contact with me.

I grip the armrest as I feel Richie's finger where I was not expecting it. When did his hand get there? Oh, my Lord, I try to loosen my hold on the armrest but instead, I hold on even tighter as he puts another finger into my center. What the hell is going on? How did his fingers end up inside me?

My eyes are still locked in his and I try to control myself from moaning. This can’t be happening, we are in an office, what if someone walks in and see us like this!!

Richie’s fingers begin to thrust in and out of me. I have to stop him, this is inappropriate. I try to speak but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. I don’t want to moan through the process of speaking. He continues his gentle assault and I move some more in my chair trying to keep his fingers away from me. This act of mine made everything worse because I end up making his fingers go deeper into me.

"Richie." That was all I could say. I wanted it to sound like a warning but it came out as a whisper.

He hummed his response lightly pressing his lips against mine. He pulls out of the kiss and stares at me; his eyes filled with lust. His fingers are still inside of me and I use my eyes to plead with him to stop thrusting his fingers in and out of me.

A part of me wants him to continue because I like his fingers inside of me but the other part doesn’t. Richie's smirk broadens and instead, he increases his pace. Now I have to break eye contact. My teeth bite into my bottom lip as I try to muffle the moan I feel coming.

Pleasure begins to flow through my body as he works me. I close my eyes as Richie’s fingers caress my clit. Unconsciously, I part my legs wider so he can have better access. His fingers begin to hit that spot deep inside of me. I suck in air as my toes curl. He continues to thrust in and out of me, making sure to hit my G-spot. My release begins to build, and my legs shake as I come undone. Richie removes his fingers from inside me and puts them into his mouth.

My eyes widen and I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch him lick his fingers clean with a huge smirk on his face. My eyes close in shame. I don't say anything.

"Now we can go for the meeting." He says smirking. I didn’t respond to that and I stand up and rush to the washroom.