Chapter 4 We need to talk

Daniel's POV

I sped on the road heading to my office; what have I done? I parked my car in the parking lot of Cooper Industries and entered the private elevator, which took me straight to my floor.

I opened my office, walked straight to my desk, and sat down. I lit up a cigarette and slumped into the chair. I hope Alexa never brings up the divorce again. This was the wrong time for a divorce, and she also wants to go for treatment.

I ran my hands through my hair. What would happen if she found out the cancer was benign and not as serious as the doctor had made it out to be? Her condition did not even need treatment.

What if she finds out I was behind that too? Who dared to send those pictures to her? Is it a business rival?

There has been news of a merger between my company and Jones Corp. Even though many people do not know Alexa is the CEO of Jones Corp. because her father is still the chairman, a few trusted members of high society in Millennium City know she is the true boss, and Mr. Jones, Alexa's father, is just a chairman in name because Alexa does not like the media knowing about her.

I scanned my memory to see if I had met a common acquaintance when I was out with Elena, but no one came to mind.

"Shit, I need to come up with something fast," I said to myself and ran my hands through my hair, and then it clicked, Elena.

Yes, Elena, she can talk to Alexa and deny everything. What proof will be better than Alexa hearing it from the horse's own mouth?

I will then ask for Alexa's forgiveness for what I did earlier. Yes, I will let her know I was not thinking straight because of her bringing up the divorce because I love her so much and I don't want to lose her. I cannot divorce Alexa. I need the shares of Jones Corp.

I have been getting contracts and investment proposals because of the merger. I really need to make Alexa change her mind. I took out my phone and dialed Elena's number. She picked up after a few rings and said,

"Hi babe, do you miss me already?" I kept my emotions in check so that I didn't curse at her.

"I told you not to call me that, except when we are alone. What would have happened if my wife was the one calling using my phone?"

"Sorry babe, don't be angry; I won't do it again, okay?" this idiot was still saying it.

"We need to talk; come to the office now," I said, frustrated.

"It's past 11 p.m. What are you doing in the office?" She asked, sounding puzzled.

"You will know when you come," I snapped and hung up. I dipped the cigarette butt into the ashtray and lit up another cigarette.

About 30 minutes later, I heard the door knob turn, and Elena entered wearing a knee length coat and locking the door behind her. She swayed her hips, stalking towards me and unbuttoning her coat. 'I am not in the mood for this,' I thought.

"Stop whatever you're thinking of doing and pay attention to what I'm about to say," I said that and saw her pause in her actions.

"My wife found out about us, and for your own sake, I hope you are not the one who sent her those pictures," I said my voice dangerously low, taking in her expression to see if she was the one behind Alexa receiving the pictures. I saw the clear shock on her face; she was not the one.

"I don't understand what you are saying; why would I do that? I would never do something to make you angry," Elena said.

"I know. That's why you will go and seek my wife tomorrow morning and tell her you have nothing going on with me; otherwise, you will lose your job as my secretary and every benefit you have enjoyed so far as my mistress." I saw how the gears turned in her head. I could read all the emotions on her face, from hurt to disappointment to acceptance.

I had never lied to her; whatever we had was just a transaction. She gave me sex, and I gave her money and luxury. Alexa was different, she is elegant and so classy that I couldn't force my crude ways on her.

I had to treat her gently since she was raised lacking nothing but affection and love. I only needed to give her bits of love, and she would give everything she had to me. Elena was my whore; I could do whatever I wanted with her, and she didn't complain. She came from a poor home and was easy to control.

"Okay, I would do what you said, but don't you miss me? I miss you. Don't you want to see what is beneath my coat? You already left me hanging earlier today," She said and dropped the coat on the ground, revealing a sexy bra and lingerie, and approached me, opening my zip, and took out my cock into her mouth, sucking all my resistance.

"Ah,... so... good. I said my voice was hoarse. She didn't stop there and pulled me up onto my feet, lying face down on the desk. I want you to punish me right here on this desk. I didn't need to be told twice. I needed something to calm down the rage boiling in me.

I pushed her face down on my desk and yanked her hips to meet my thrusts and pushed my cock into her wet cunt. She rocks her hips to meet my insane drive, and I continue to slam into her with force. She screams my name, telling me not to stop clearly enjoying how I fuck her without any hint of gentleness. She screams and moans with pleasure, liking how rough I was and asking for more.

I turned her over, shoved her legs open, and began my onslaught, not holding back. The slapping of our skin fills the soundproof office.