What They Don't Know (Won't Hurt Them Trilogy #1) by O. Y. Flemming Page B

expect. You!”
    I grab the handle to
the office door. “Bryant didn’t count on you making advances at
me!”
    He laughs. “Bryant
doesn’t care who makes advances to his sweet Bree; as long as he
gets it when he wants it, he has no complaints.”
    It sounded as dirty as
he intended it to, coming from his mouth. I’m hot, and mad as hell.
I could spit fire.
    “Fuck off, Cruz!” I
yell as I leave the office and enter the hall. And yeah, the whole
sprinting down the hall… not so much. Before I know it, I’m
cornered before I can reverse my steps back to the main lobby.
    “Let go of me, Mr.
King!”
    “Keep your voice
down,” he whispers harshly. He has my body pinned in a corner. It’s
quite awkward, but I manage to drop my briefcase to wedge my hand
between us, and push him away. He grabs my hands to hold them both at
my sides.
    “You should be
flattered; I’ve claimed that nice pussy of yours before tasting
it.”
    My body shudders at his
words. They are harsh and cold. His eyes are dilated almost cat like.
He’s so close, I can see them changing.
    “Let’s see if you
can follow these simple directions, Ms. Watts.”
    “What?” I say
disgustingly.
    “Shhh, you just need
to listen.” He grinds his body against me; this time it’s not to
contain me. I can feel how erect he is. He’s taller than I am with
my heels on, so he lowers himself until we are face to face. His lips
are close to mine. I turn my head to avoid a kiss, but he doesn’t
kiss me at all. He grabs my jaw to force me to look at him. My body
is in shut down mode, or King mode. Seems as if he has the only
remote control to it. It, meaning my body. I gasp at his actions. He
grinds against me again, while he hasn’t taken his eyes away from
me. Breathing is a problem for me, and sweat beads are forming on my
neck.
    “Bria,” he says in
a deep tone. “You will not give my pussy away, nor will you fuck
Morgan anymore. Is. Your. Pussy. Available. Bria?”
    I swallow hard,
attempting to answer, but am interrupted by Dusdin who quickly
retreats when he sees the position I’m in.
    “Bria?” Cruz’s
tone is calmer this time.
    “No.”
    “No, what?”
    “No. It’s not
available, and not available to you either,” I say, as I push him
away from me with all the force I have. He grabs my elbow and pulls
me to him away from the corner wall.
    “It is, and will be
available to me and only me. How long has it been?”
    “What? Let go of me.”
    “How the fuck long
has it been, Bria? Huh, tell me,” he says. His grip becomes tighter
on my forearms, as I’m held in place. I close my eyes, because
looking at him now might send me into a rage. “Open them, and tell
me. Tell me how long it has been since you've given my pussy away to
Morgan.” He uses Bryant’s last name as if it were disgusting
coming from his mouth.
    I let out a hard
breath, as I answered him. “Saturday.”
    “It couldn't have
been Saturday. That's when I gave him my little pill.”
    “Guess it didn't work
or he was determined to have his cake and eat it too,” I chuckle.
“Wait, that makes Sunday too.” I raise an eyebrow as I taunt him.
He pushes me away and adjusts his visible hard-on.
    He shakes his head and
puts one hand in his pocket. It's like he’s posing for the cover of
a magazine. Even pissed, he's GQ.
    I grab my briefcase
from the ground. I can't believe this guy. He walks backwards facing
me. He laughs as he shakes his head again.
    “This deal doesn't go
down if you continue to fuck Mr. Morgan.”
    I scoff. “You can't
do that!”
    “I can, Bria. I have
no problem not going through with it.”
    “That's breach of
contract.”
    He shrugs as he back
into his office door.
    “I won't have sex
with you, Cruz!” I yell down the hall.
    “That's fine, Bria,
but you won't have sex with Bryant either. Run along, he's waiting
for you.” He smiles as he turns his back fully upon entering his
office.
    “Ugh! This can't be
happening,” I yell, but it