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  We walk side by side and smile at another with a short wave as we go our separate ways. She walks over to the Adonis still sitting on the side of the room, now on his phone with his eyes glancing between his watch and where I’m standing. I smile and turn as our eyes meet.

  I feel my face blush as I exit out of the studio. As I’m in the hall waiting for the elevator, I check my email on my phone. The door from the studio opens and Maddie and the Adonis walk through it, they stop behind me, I can feel the heat from his body from behind and thankfully before anyone can say anything, the elevator doors open.

  The Adonis stands in between Maddie and myself, we’re all silent yet in the reflection of the elevator doors, I swear I can see his eyes on my blurry reflection. I nervously push my hair behind my ear as a throat clears.

  “So Ty, can you make sure that bonehead calls me when he gets back?”

  He nods, his gaze still on mine in the reflection. The elevator doors open to the 6th floor and Maddie moves to get out.

  “You coming?” Her eyes questioning him as she holds the elevator door, expecting him to join her. If I didn’t put two and two together and figure she was dating someone else, I would have assumed that she was propositioning him. A guy looking the way he does, must get that constantly.

  “No, I wasn’t even supposed to be in today, remember. I’m heading home. I’ll see you for proofs later this week, unless the wonder twins don’t return, in that case see you tomorrow.” His voice is silky and deep, I can practically feel the goose bumps rising from the dirty thought of him throwing me against the elevator wall and whispering naughty things to me.

  “Have a good night. See you soon Al.” Maddie says to me. I smile as a goodbye with a curt nod.

  The Adonis, who I now know to be named Ty pressed a button on the elevator panel to close the doors. The decent down is slow, and as he’s now leaned against the side of the elevator, I cut a glance to him. He’s staring at me, with a coy smile. His legs crossed at the ankles as he leans against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest.

  “What’s your name?” He asks cutting through the silence.

  “Al – I’m Allison.” My voice breaks.

  “Allison, it nice to meet you. I’m Tyson Maddox.” I like the way he says his name, so confident, I especially like the way he says my name. I especially like it the way his voice affects the area between my legs. Push that thought down girl!

  “Likewise.” He’s the big wig, the owner of Mad Designs. And holy hot hell, he’s mouth watering gorgeous up close.

  “I’ve never seen you on one of our spreads.” He states.

  “I was just hired for the new line. Today was my first day.” I simply say, my back straight , holding my head up high, striving to seem confident.

  “Usually, I have a say in these things.” He mutters under his breath.

  Does he not like me? Am I not model material enough for him?

  The garage level opens to us and I readjust my bag and exit the elevator before him.

  Not knowing how to take his comment, I smile.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. Maddox. Have a good evening.” I say over my shoulder nonchalantly as I walk towards my car.

  He nods and is walking behind me. He’s following me to my car and now I’m feeling creeped out.

  I turn. “Can I help you?” I say, my voice even.

  “Just making sure you get to your vehicle. Never know who is lurking in the shadows.” He explains, almost crashing into me, his hands bracing themselves on my shoulders so he doesn’t run me over.

  “Well, thank you. This is me. See ya.” I unlock my car, walk over to my car, open the door and slink into the seat. I don’t start the car immediately, but run my hands through my hair and look in the rearview mirror.

  He’s still standing behind my car, his hands are casually in his pockets and he’s looking at my vehicle with a pensive look. I turn the car over and he begins walking away. I don’t immediately leave the parking spot, until I see him approach a Black shiny vehicle. He slides into the front seat and sits there, just as I’m doing.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Tyson

  I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of my Tesla. I’m enamored by her, so much so I basically walked her to her vehicle and stood behind it staring at her in the side mirror. She seemed stressed out by the pulling on her hair after she got in her silver Honda, a simple economical car. I’m dick enough to notice that it’s an older model and has dings all along the body. I glance over to her vehicle; she’s still sitting in the car. She is mostly likely wondering why I haven’t left and probably why, so I start my car and exit out of the space to not draw further attention to myself.

  It’s a 40 minute drive from the city to my home in Atherton, the heart of Silicon Valley. I make this trip almost daily, as a therapy. This is my quiet space, my vehicle. It’s where I do all my planning for or lack thereof. I randomly sit in traffic along the peninsula, but I don’t mind it as when I get home – I’ve completely unwound from my business day and can use the rest of my evening to work out or do nothing at all. Tonight, I plan to do nothing, yet something.

  The gates to my home open, by detection of my vehicle and soon I’m exiting and walking up the grand front steps into the foyer of my home. My home is a3 level home, with red brick and modern architecture. I’m not going to lie, it’s massive. Probably too much for just myself, which is why I have my personal chef and friend living in a guest house on the grounds. The lower level is for entertaining along with my home office, the second level houses the bedrooms and the entire third level is my master bedroom and personal gym. It’s quite ridiculous and over the top, but that should be expected of the Maddox Heir according to the general public.

  I will never tire of my house, as it was the first investment after I officially became CEO and finalized my first successful year. I brought Mad Designs back from the dead with an upbeat and more youthful approach, so I deserve this wealth and expanse of space.

  I enter the kitchen and surprise my friend and personal chef, Lincoln. He’s my age, in his late twenties. He’s extremely tanned and lean, of Arabian decent. Through the years, we’ve formed a bond, after all I try to not be too much of a dick to those who I work with.

  “Seriously! You are way too quiet when you walk through the house sometimes.” He says, his hand covering his heart.

  “I’m sorry Lincoln. I’m not used to being home at this time of the day, I forget who is around.” I’m sincere in my apology, after all he could spit in my food, or worse yet – poison it, yet he wouldn’t but he would tease me that he would, giving me a complex.

  “Not a problem. Beth sent over a menu for you for this week. If you would like to approve it, I can make sure that everything is taken care of. She also forwarded your schedule as of this morning, so I can assure you that meals will be prepared and ready for you.” He says.

  Lincoln has been with me since the start of my climb in the company. I had quickly learned that I didn’t have time for cooking and I didn’t want to eat out all the time so I needed someone to do it for me. That’s not to say, I don’t give him a day off here and there, it’s just I don’t have the time or knowledge to cook something.

  I peruse the list that Beth sent to him this morning and approve everything, she knows what I like, but sometimes I add a random thing here and there to throw her off. I shoot off a thank you email to Beth, since she’s the only one in my life that particularly matters and I really wouldn’t want to piss her off as I change out of my suit into my work out clothes and I hit the gym for a few hours.

  During my workout, my mind drifted several times to the model in the elevator, to Allison. I shake my head each time to focus on my work out and by the fifth time, I give up. I leave the confines of the gym and into my bedroom en suite.

  I start the shower and let the bathroom steam up. I’ve lathered myself up and have stood under the shower spray for several minutes. Unknowingly, I’ve begun stroking myse
lf slowly, which isn’t an unusual event in the shower, but I’m usually conscious of the fact that I’m doing it. I place my hand not occupied by my dick against the shower wall and squeeze the head and stroke tightly back down. My jaw is clenched and my grasp is firm as I move faster, making sure to squeeze the head each time. My thumb brushes over my slit as my dick is ready to blow. My balls tighten up as I progress my movements and suddenly I throw my head back and moan loudly with the images of Allison on her knees with my dick in her mouth. Instead of my hand, it’s her mouth hoovering my dick and trying to suck the come out of my body. I shoot my load over the shower wall and my legs feel suddenly like butter and I slow my strokes. I wipe some of the come from the tiles and use it to stroke my dick a few more times, imagining that it’s her moistness all over me instead of my own. Every last bit of energy is spent on that whack session, that I feel like I could pass out for the rest of the night.

  Unfortunately, it’s not even 5pm yet.

  ***

  My idiot brother is still in Las Vegas and so the following day, I’m back on the 8th floor sitting around while the shoot takes place. This time, I brought my laptop, so I can work on a few ideas that I had bouncing around in my head for this new line. I like to be involved as I possibly can, and therefore that includes adding my two cents in whenever I can so I take full authority when it comes to such. Something that my father never did, he was always cold and uninvolved, in all aspects of his life whether it was personal or professional.

  I’m sitting in the same spot I was the previous day, with Beth rattling off god knows what since I stopped listening to her once the models started showing up. My eye stays on the doors as one by one, they arrive. So far, I haven’t seen Allison arrive, but I’m not obsessing over the fact. Or am I? My eyes keep fixated on the door, my body tenses each time the doors open, so does that make me obsessing?

  The shoot had begun and I am slightly disappointed when Allison doesn’t show up. I continue working as the morning rolls on. Maddie called lunch and the remainder of the shoot will resume in a few hours, which gives me time to head up to my office.

  Beth and I walked to the elevators together; she was talking about her evening plans, a date with one of the guys from our marketing department when the elevator doors open. I’m looking at my phone, but I can feel a shift in the air. As I look up sky blue eyes look into my own and her pout pink lips let out an exhale. My feet are cemented to where I’m standing, which is also blocking her from exiting the elevator. Allison’s cheeks flush, she finally blinks and then smiles.

  “Excuse me Mr. Maddox.” She whispers as she attempts to step forward.

  “Ty. Please, call me Ty.” I gruffly say, still afraid to move and break eye contact.

  It feels like it’s just us in the hallway, but I suddenly feel Beth’s hand on my shoulder shoving me out of the way.

  “Sorry. He can be quite the Neanderthal” Beth apologizes with a smile.

  I reluctantly step back and Allison moves past us in a hurry, pulling her bag over her shoulder with a small smile.

  “It’s okay; I’m used to those types.” She smiles over her shoulder as she enters the studio adding an extra sashay into her step away from me.

  “What the fuck was that?” Beth drags me into the elevator by my tie and then puts her hands on her hips as she mocks me further by lowering her voice. “Please call me Ty. You don’t let anyone outside your inner circle, call you Ty. Hell, your mother doesn’t even call you Ty.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about Beth.” I stone wall her shaking my head.

  “Bullshit you don’t. You were eye fucking her, and if I wasn’t there, you would still be there eye fucking her, or you would be actually fucking her!”

  “So crude Beth.”

  “Shut up. I’m your friend, I know the look you get on your face when you see something you want. I’ve seen it before.” She says, referring to numerous time during a night out when I would find my hook up for the night, or how I would look at my college ex-girlfriend in the early days of our courtship, when things were good.

  “We don’t need to go there today.” I say as the elevator doors open and I begin the walk to my office, with Beth on my heels she doesn’t say anything until we get into my space.

  “She who shall not be named? Ty, we never go there. But that predatory look you had on your smug mug, was almost identical up there to when you and her were a thing back in the day. It looked deeper than when you stalk a chick for a quick fuck too, that my friend… that was a real look.”

  “Yeah, well that was then. End of story. I would like to get a few things done, before I have to head back upstairs. Namely finding out when fuckface and fuckface junior will be back from their drunk fest in Vegas. Or whatever the hell they are doing there.”

  “Want me to take lead on that?” She asks, her tone seeming sympathetic knowing that I would rather be working in my office more than anything.

  I sigh and nod my head. “I’d appreciate that. And hey Beth, we’re cool, right?” I ask.

  “Always boss-man, always.” She smiles, and pulls out her phone and begins dialing away as she turns and leaves, presumably to her own office down the hall.

  ***

  I don’t go back downstairs until the very last minute. While I’d been waiting all morning for Allison to show up, she finally did and now I’m dreading seeing her. It didn’t sit well with me when Beth said I was eye fucking her. If it was that obvious to one of my best friends, then was it obvious to everyone?

  Eventually, I returned to the studio and began working on replying to emails and drawing up additional correspondence to matters requesting my attention. I made phone calls and I scheduled meetings. I ignored the chaos happening in the same room as me, I ignored the half naked models trying to get my attention and I certainly ignored Allison when she lingered at the craft station again. I felt her eyes on me, but I forced myself to stay directed to my laptop. Before I knew it, the shoot for the day was finished and the studio had quieted down. I don’t know how long ago the shoot was over, but the lights were shutting down on me. I put my laptop in my shoulder bag and began walking to the elevator hallway.

  The models crowded in the hallways waiting for the elevator, chatting amongst themselves. I didn’t pay attention to them as I dialed for Beth on my phone, lingering closer to the door to the hallway rather than the group huddled by the elevator doors.

  “Did you get any intel on where the fuckfaces are?” I ask as soon as she answers, my voice clearly annoyed.

  “Your darling brother says that they’ll be back on Friday or Sunday. It was hard to understand him with all the background noise, clinking of glassware and female giggles.” She says.

  “So I’m stuck on the 8th floor all week?” I ask, looking up to the ceiling and running my hand down my face. My eyes land back down, to be met with the sky blue eyes again from across the way.

  “I’m sorry, unless you want me to take over, I’m sure your mother wouldn’t mind.”

  “Beth, while I look at you as family, mother would throw a fit. I can manage to do the shit I need to do from my laptop, after all, even though I’m complaining, it’s not all that bad.” I say, our eyes still connected.

  “Because you can eye fuck all day. Yeah, I get it.” She snickers as I shake my head.

  “Jesus, fuck. Do you know why the elevator is taking so long?” I ask, realizing that it’s been minutes and no movement ignoring her making fun of me.

  “No clue. I’ll call down to the lobby.” She says hanging up.

  I look at the time on my watch. With any luck, I can get home within an hour if I leave within the next twenty minutes.

  “I thought you were the CEO?” she says from the other side of the hallway.

  All the chattering has quieted down, as the models eavesdrop on the exchange, surprised that one of their own was speaking to me.

  “I am.” I say, my voice cold and forceful.

  “Then why
were you saying that your mother would throw a fit? Mama’s boy?” She goats me.

  “Hardly. My mother likes to pretend she’s still fully involved. We placate her to keep her as uninvolved as possible, she fucks one of my directors on the regular who tattles quite often.” I say unashamed of my mother’s dalliances. Why am I explaining this to her?

  “I see.” She says as my phone vibrates.

  “Yeah?” I answer.

  “The elevator is out. Take the service elevator at the other end or the stairs.” Beth says and then hangs up.

  “Ladies, this elevator is out. You may take either the stairs or the service elevator down.” I say motioning to either direction.

  The models shuffle like cattle to the other end of the hallway to the service elevator, as they didn’t like the sound of stairs, eight flights of them. I press the code to allow them access and then head to the stairwell to avoid standing in a confined space with them. They smell like body spray and I would rather not have any of them aside from Allison speaking to me or accidently touching me. Luckily, no one follows me into the stairwell and I’m on my way down the eight flights of stairs. I enter into the lobby and tap my hand in acknowledgement to the lobby security at the front desk.

  “The elevator is down, please make sure all floors are aware of this. I had some hungry models waiting on the 8th floor for quite some time. Please make sure they know how to get to their vehicles if they’re in the overflow garage.” I say to one of the older gentlemen security guards. He nods and I head over to the garage elevator to get to my car.

  As I’m waiting, I can feel her again as she stands at my side.

  “Fancy running into you here.” She smiles as she looks forward.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Allison

  We ride the elevator to the garage in silence, and he allows for me to walk out first. I slow my steps, allowing him time to not walk behind me like some creepy guy. Which he still does, I glance over my shoulder and he’s looking at me, with a smirk.