Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series (9 page)

My heart beat faster, I had no
control over my screams of pleasure, nor had I control over my body spasms. My
orgasm ripped out of me. Or more like Warren pulled it from me and used it to
fuel his maddening pace.

I lay on his desk, spent and
limp. He either didn’t notice or care. Warren kept going, pumping away as if I
hadn’t just experienced my own ecstasy. He worked me over, going at it without
mercy, and probably without his usual cool rationality. If he experienced
anything like what I’d just experienced, I didn’t blame him.

He grunted and it was the best
sound I’d ever heard. I’d remember this feeling and his face for the rest of my
life. Warren’s hips powered on as his cock slid into my orgasm. The resistance
from my inner walls was non-existent and droplets oozed down my backside. He
brought my legs up and I clamped my calves around his shoulders. His
half-lidded eyes, lost of their usual sharpness, gazed at me in wanton lust.
I’d done that to him—made him forget who he was, where he was and what he
was doing. This was our moment and he held all control.

I watched as he plunged again.
Ecstasy spread across his face. Small twitches in his expression brought me a
different kind of pleasure. I was satisfying him. He’d needed this for a long
time.
That
feeling rose in my gut and
grabbed me like I’d never left. I started panting, writhing. This time the
pleasure spiked and seared me. My inner walls throbbed. I wasn’t sure if I’d
survive one more peak but his cock brought me a sharper pleasure. Bliss made me
helpless to the rise of another orgasm. This one threatened to destroy me.

I couldn’t hold onto the here
and now. All I could do was feel every stroke of his cock diving in, filling
me, hitting my back wall, and then the isolation of his absence.
Only to rejoice in his submergence inside me sending me higher yet
again.
I abandoned the hope of surviving and sunk into the warm embrace
of sharp pleasure throwing me into a mindless and helpless surrender.

I had no other choice but to be
included in his rampage of desire. He’d needed this so badly he’d gone rabid.
But to provoke such a reaction injected triumph into my soul. I let my cries be
the outlet of our intense coupling. It was an experience I wouldn’t forget.

Warren let out one last cry and
stilled. Inside I felt his cock gushing out in a powerful orgasm. My knees
rested on my chest as he slumped in exhaustion.

“Oh fuck,” he said. Warren
arched his back, pushing inside me more. His cock still twitched inside of me
and after each one he groaned and sank further down, laying his head on my
shoulder. His weight was starting to become uncomfortable. It didn’t matter.
How could I resist this man who’d let me see this raw side of him. Warren
wasn’t the type of guy to give his smiles away so easily. Seeing him like this
made my heart melt. He felt human.

He lifted up, just enough so I
wouldn’t be crushed. Honestly it still felt like I was being sandwiched between
a desk and a wall but I didn’t mind. I was willing to bet he hadn’t relaxed
like this for a long time. Now was not a good time to bring up my newfound
opportunity and my leaving. It would have to be done delicately. Now that I
thought about it, I might be doing something really cruel. The relief I saw in
his eyes when I answered if I liked my job and if I would stay seemed to have a
more in-depth meaning. Did he see this as more than sex? No way. Not possible.
Still, now was not a good time to spring my newfound opportunity to pursue my
dream.

When I hauled my aching self to
my desk a hand written sticky note read,
come
see me – bouncy loudmouth
.
Urgh
. The epic
battle of brothers wasn’t over. I didn’t care except for the part where they
couldn’t leave me out of it. They were obnoxious but discreet so I gingerly
walked to the bathroom, checked to make sure I was presentable in the mirror
and went to the HR department.

Even after the depletion of all
my muscle strength for the day my nerves exploded. The kind of anxiety I got
when going for an interview. I stood in front of Ellis’s door and took a huge
breath. Going from the ultimate high to the low of anxiousness gave me
emotional whiplash.

I opened the door before I
could think and walked in. Ellis sat behind his desk with an unusual stoic
expression. He looked like Warren’s brother more than ever. I’d thought about
what I wanted to say before I got down here but the words seemed to jumble into
one sentence.

“Before you say anything I want
to tell you that you have nothing to worry about, I’m not trying to get money
or anything and besides I’m going back to Boston because I’m going to take over
my cousin’s bakery.”

I must have looked like a crazy
redhead. I’d just gotten right to the point without really knowing what Ellis
would say. He seemed to be taking my words in but he remained sitting, hands
folded with his best boardroom battle face. Still the silence was killing me.

“…
er
, if it’s about…”

“Ms.
Renzi
,”
Ellis said. He’d never said my last name. Not even in our interview. “If that’s
true then I’d like for you to look this over and sign it.” He pushed a manila packet
towards me.

I took the eight-by-ten
envelope, opened it and pulled out a small stack of paper. The packet was all
legalese. An NDA,
an employee exit
pack, a letter of
resignation and a very generous severance pay for my trouble. Health insurance
and enough money to get me out of the mountain of debt I acquired from
schooling
was
more than tempting.

I really didn’t have anything
to lose. But Warren’s unguarded expression came to mind.
From everything you’ve said, it seems you want to stay
. His words rang
in my mind. There was a hopeful spark in his eyes as he said it too. But the
bakery was my dream. One that I’d lived with for a long time. Finally it seemed
my dreams were becoming reality.

“It says here you want me to
leave immediately,” I looked up at Ellis. My boss relaxed into his chair with
less intensity and more concern.

“Yes, it’s for the best.”

So no
two
week
notice. I’d make a clean break with Warren. It was cold turkey, but
it might be for the best. He didn’t seem the type that wanted long goodbyes. He
might be hurt, but he’d get over it.

“And what about the tape?”

“That’s already been dealt
with. I’ve destroyed the original and the copy.” Ellis looked me in the eye. “I
promise no matter what I won’t let that kind of thing happen to you.”

I nodded. He was serious. Ellis
was the type of guy that wouldn’t put people in a bad situation.
Especially a woman.
“Do you have a pen?” I said.

Ellis slid a
Bic
my way and I signed on the dotted line. I sat in his office
while he went out and made copies, write a
cheque
and
gave me the whole thing in a clean and tidy manila folder.

“The front desk has your
personal belongings ready,” Ellis said, giving me his last hug goodbye. “If
there is anything else you need from your desk I’ll get it for you.”

He must really want me never to
see Warren again. I’d had thought I could say goodbye to my friends at work but
I guess not. All was not lost. I had their phone numbers. Going off like this
so sudden was an easy explanation. I’d tell them I had to go back to Boston and
take over the bakery and needed all the time I could get.

“Thank you, Ellis.”

My walk out was uneventful but
I turned back and looked at the top floor when I got outside the building. Even
as harsh as Warren could be, I’d miss him. But a new era for me began and it
was no time to think about men.
Even if they were a perfect
manly specimen.
Looked like the mystery of Warren wouldn’t be revealed
by me.

“Fabulous Fancies, how can I
help you?” My assistant, Wanda, said through the phone. I always had her answer
in case mom tried to call the bakery. Wanda knew that if mom asked for me it
was always,
sorry she’s with a customer
right now.
That stopped the useless chatter, but that meant mom came by the
store in person. She’d learned the rush hour times and sometimes helped, but
mostly she was a distraction. Which is why Wanda was my mother interceptor.

The three months that Phil
worked with me went by fast. He was able to fade out and retire without any problems.
I couldn’t have gotten through the exchange of ownership without him though.

Wanda scratched on an order
form and continued with the call. “Okay, your name? Okay, we’ll be sure to
deliver. Thanks Warren.”

My heart stopped. Damn. Even
since the time I walked out my job at
BankTrost
I
couldn’t stop thinking about Warren. He was an ever presence in my mind and a
pinch in my heart throbbed whenever I heard the name.

Of course the Warren that Wanda
took an order from was not my Warren. It was some other guy. Warren was in
Illinois and I was in Boston. It’d been six months now and I still couldn’t
forget the intense green eyes, his firm mouth or the expression of abandon the
last time I saw him.

I pulled out a batch of dough
from the freezer to thaw and dumped ingredients for its replacement in a mixer.
The lunch rush would come in an hour and I had to be ready for the next batch.
Everything was going smoothly,
then
mother walked in.

She ran to the counter, frantic
like she was on fire. “
Fabiola
, are you moving?”

I gave my mom a
double-take
. “What? Where did you hear that?”

My old Jewish mother raised her
hand to point her finger of guilt in my direction. Great.
A
tirade before lunch.
“My
sista’s
brother-in-law said you wanted to go back to Illinois.”

I shook my head and twisted my
torso so I could mead dough and talk. “Mom, first off, he’s your brother-in-law
too.”

She waved her hand as if to
evade her brother-in-law’s existence. Mom was always picky about those who
married into the family. I wondered what she’d think of Warren.

“Second, what if I do want to
go back to Illinois?” The words spilled out of my mouth. Sometimes my crazy
surprised even me. Truth was
,
I’d never said I wanted
to go back to Illinois it was just my mother getting her story twisted by the
family telephone game. With my family, I could see how my conversation with my
uncle-in-law about
when
I moved to
Illinois could be construed as I
was
going back
to Illinois.

My mother’s lower lip quivered.
“Is it for a man?”

“What makes you think that?”
Crap. My voice was too high and too fast.

Mother gave me the squinty eye.
She was on to me. “I want to meet him.”

“Never mind that.” I handed
mother a chocolate muffin. Hopefully that would distract her for now. Or at
least stuff her mouth so she couldn’t talk. I didn’t want to talk about Warren.
Ever since I left he circled my mind. It was no good. He was in another state
and I had my dream here.

Mother took the muffin and
sniffed it as if my freshly made, warm baked good had been out for days.

“Just eat it.” I said.

She took a bite and her face
brightened. I loved seeing that expression on people’s faces. Every day I made
the muffins and every day she asked the same question. “You made that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Actually, I
had help from my cat.”

“Smart aleck.” Mom shoved more
of the muffin in her mouth. Mission accomplished.
Peace and
quiet for a record-holding fifteen seconds.
When she was done I gave her
a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

“So who’s the guy?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking
about.” There I said it with a cool tone.
Nothing to see
here.

“
Fabiola
Renzi
,” Mother said. Here it comes. “I’ve know you
all your life, you can’t hide from me. Who is he?”

I expected a tirade, but mom
shut her mouth. I was in shock. This never happened. Normally I’d pretend to
listen while she threw words around but now she stared me in the face waiting
for an answer. I tried to avoid by glancing around, pretending to work.

“
Uhh
,
no one, really,” I said.

I heard a loud bang and I
jumped around. Mom’s flat hand on the counter top next to the register didn’t
budge. She’d thrown the
Renzi
battle gauntlet down.
Even war paint couldn’t make her look any more terrifying. Come hell or high
water she was going to find out about any and all my secrets trying to find the
supposed man I liked. But really there was no
supposed
—I really did like Warren.

“It won’t work out,” I said.
Damn, I caved just like I always did with my mother.

Her face softened and a
matchmaking gleam rose in her eyes. “Well, why not?”

This question always preceded
the story about her Romeo and Juliet romance with dad. But, maybe if I told her
the truth she wouldn’t be so eager to let me run out the door to go find my
love like she did in her day.

“It won’t work out because he’s
in Illinois.”

“So you ran away.”

“What?”

Mother’s angry glare drew out
the guilt in my heart. I’d ditched Warren and didn’t even say goodbye. At the
time I justified it. While I had fun with his blackmail I hadn’t thought much
about feelings—his or mine. Since I’d left I’d thought wanting to know
all the mysteries of Warren would fade. They hadn’t.

“I didn’t run away. I ran
towards my dream.”

“At the cost of something
special.” Mom wasn’t pulling any punches. She knows me well, but she was
backing me in a corner.

“Who cares? I have my bakery,”
I said.

Mother’s face dropped and her
gaze seemed troubled. “Dreams
are meant to be shared
.”

I didn’t have time to think
about what she
said,
the lunch crowd was starting to
come in. Thank goodness my days were busy until closing, otherwise I might have
been able to dwell on that statement more.

But it wasn’t during the day
where thoughts of Warren
invaded,
it was at night
after I closed the shop. On the walk to the convenience store or picking up
something for dinner I’d think about him. Baked
goods
for breakfast and lunch were
a perk
when living alone,
but I’d always wanted something different for dinner. Something like Roy’s on
the night Warren took me out. It was always like this coming home from picking
up supper. I wish he’d hurry up and leave my mind. Wasn’t six months enough
time to forget?