Obsessed With My Husband's Step-brother - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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LEILANI.
I parked my car in the brightly lit garage and the door slid upward. Grabbing my purse, I stepped out of the car, locking it as the chirp chirp echoed through the garage space.
It was late evening and I had come over to the big office building where my brand office and studios were located. I preferred to come over unannounced to keep the staff on their toes as some of them would like to take advantage of the fact that I mostly work from home.
Besides, I had a little idea that would probably allow me to twist the conditions of the big contract to suit my preferences. I hoped it would.
My soft wedged heels dully hit the floor as I walked through the general reception, smiling and exchanging pleasantries with the people there. They were always pleasant no matter how long they had been working, especially the males, I must admit.
Soon I was in the elevator with a man from another office in the building. He was roughly familiar.
“Hello, Miss Waters.” He smiled at me, eyes brimming with interest.
“Um…hi, Mr...”
“Oh, just call me Jake.” He subtly interrupted. “You probably don’t remember, but my office is on the floor after yours and I do stop by your office from time to time for one thing or the other.”
“Oh. Yeah, your face looked familiar.”
He grinned, nodding, eyes twinkling behind his glasses and the black hoodie over his ginger-colored hair. His office was all about computer-related and technical stuff like that, I think. I waited for him to say something more but apparently, he was done.
We stood in silence for a while before the elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
“That’s my stop. See you, Jake.” I said, stepping out of the elevator.
“See you, Miss Waters.” He grinned as the doors slid back close.
I walked across my office reception and the receptionist looked up at me, wide-eyed. But her surprise bled off as a bright smile lit up her face. “Good evening, Miss Waters.”
I smiled back. “What’s good?”
There were barely people in the corridors but it was nearing the end of the day so many of them were probably holed up in their designated workspaces. The work hours were flexible for the contract models, but the photographers, designers and other staff had fixed hours.
And where the fuck was Brooke?
I had checked her office on the way to mine, but it was empty. I opened the door to my office but paused when I heard something.
It was a low thud.
I waited, listening for another sound but none came. Brushing it off, I made to step into my office but heard another muffled sound. This time I couldn’t tell what it sounded like.
So, I closed my office door and quietly moved in the direction the sounds had come from to investigate. I walked a couple of steps down the corridor before I stopped in front of a closed bathroom.
A small sound of something hitting the wall filtered out through the door and I furrowed my eyebrows, pressing closer to listen. There was a hiss on the other side and a muffled curse.
What the hell…?
I slowly pulled the door open to see one of my models and a photographer fucking?
My eyes widened. The blonde was slightly bent over the sink, frilly dress hitched up over her ass as the photographer thrust into her from behind, his pale ass clenching while his pants pooled around his knees. Her jiggling breasts hung out of the neckline of the low-cut dress barely holding on to her slender frame.
I shut my eyes closed, praying to all the gods that existed for calm in this situation.
The blonde hit a fist against the small mirror in front of her, groaning through the photographer's palm that tightly covered her mouth. They still hadn’t noticed me.
I let go of the door and folded my arms. “Do you mind not breaking my mirror while you’re at it?”
At the sound of my voice, they both jumped, struck with even more shock when they looked in my direction. The blonde hastily pulled down her dress, fidgeting with embarrassment while the photographer stared at me wide-eyed, his erect dick still hanging in the air, totally forgotten.
I arched an eyebrow at him. He blinked, face reddening. Put your fucking pants on for fuck’s sake! The blonde nudged him and he immediately unfroze and scrambled to pull his pants back on.
I looked back at the model, she was probably just a year younger than me, and I had seen her a few times before in pictures of our lingerie and bikinis.
“I’m sorry-”
“Your breasts are still hanging out.” I pointed out helpfully, my voice flat.
Her face burst into flames.
I parked my car in the brightly lit garage and the door slid upward. Grabbing my purse, I stepped out of the car, locking it as the chirp chirp echoed through the garage space.
It was late evening and I had come over to the big office building where my brand office and studios were located. I preferred to come over unannounced to keep the staff on their toes as some of them would like to take advantage of the fact that I mostly work from home.
Besides, I had a little idea that would probably allow me to twist the conditions of the big contract to suit my preferences. I hoped it would.
My soft wedged heels dully hit the floor as I walked through the general reception, smiling and exchanging pleasantries with the people there. They were always pleasant no matter how long they had been working, especially the males, I must admit.
Soon I was in the elevator with a man from another office in the building. He was roughly familiar.
“Hello, Miss Waters.” He smiled at me, eyes brimming with interest.
“Um…hi, Mr...”
“Oh, just call me Jake.” He subtly interrupted. “You probably don’t remember, but my office is on the floor after yours and I do stop by your office from time to time for one thing or the other.”
“Oh. Yeah, your face looked familiar.”
He grinned, nodding, eyes twinkling behind his glasses and the black hoodie over his ginger-colored hair. His office was all about computer-related and technical stuff like that, I think. I waited for him to say something more but apparently, he was done.
We stood in silence for a while before the elevator pinged and the doors slid open.
“That’s my stop. See you, Jake.” I said, stepping out of the elevator.
“See you, Miss Waters.” He grinned as the doors slid back close.
I walked across my office reception and the receptionist looked up at me, wide-eyed. But her surprise bled off as a bright smile lit up her face. “Good evening, Miss Waters.”
I smiled back. “What’s good?”
There were barely people in the corridors but it was nearing the end of the day so many of them were probably holed up in their designated workspaces. The work hours were flexible for the contract models, but the photographers, designers and other staff had fixed hours.
And where the fuck was Brooke?
I had checked her office on the way to mine, but it was empty. I opened the door to my office but paused when I heard something.
It was a low thud.
I waited, listening for another sound but none came. Brushing it off, I made to step into my office but heard another muffled sound. This time I couldn’t tell what it sounded like.
So, I closed my office door and quietly moved in the direction the sounds had come from to investigate. I walked a couple of steps down the corridor before I stopped in front of a closed bathroom.
A small sound of something hitting the wall filtered out through the door and I furrowed my eyebrows, pressing closer to listen. There was a hiss on the other side and a muffled curse.
What the hell…?
I slowly pulled the door open to see one of my models and a photographer fucking?
My eyes widened. The blonde was slightly bent over the sink, frilly dress hitched up over her ass as the photographer thrust into her from behind, his pale ass clenching while his pants pooled around his knees. Her jiggling breasts hung out of the neckline of the low-cut dress barely holding on to her slender frame.
I shut my eyes closed, praying to all the gods that existed for calm in this situation.
The blonde hit a fist against the small mirror in front of her, groaning through the photographer's palm that tightly covered her mouth. They still hadn’t noticed me.
I let go of the door and folded my arms. “Do you mind not breaking my mirror while you’re at it?”
At the sound of my voice, they both jumped, struck with even more shock when they looked in my direction. The blonde hastily pulled down her dress, fidgeting with embarrassment while the photographer stared at me wide-eyed, his erect dick still hanging in the air, totally forgotten.
I arched an eyebrow at him. He blinked, face reddening. Put your fucking pants on for fuck’s sake! The blonde nudged him and he immediately unfroze and scrambled to pull his pants back on.
I looked back at the model, she was probably just a year younger than me, and I had seen her a few times before in pictures of our lingerie and bikinis.
“I’m sorry-”
“Your breasts are still hanging out.” I pointed out helpfully, my voice flat.
Her face burst into flames.
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