Abigail
"Mother,"
Jesus Holy Christ, I was fucked.
I was off the desk before the word finished leaving his mouth, yanking my skirt down while my entire body buzzed and thrummed with liquid fire.
He had already moved so quickly, several steps away from me approaching an elegant old woman who walked into the office ranting on the phone.
"- I told him the Maldives property was a mistake from the beginning and he simply refused to listen, which is exactly the problem with him, he doesn’t freaking listen," Her eyes swept the office once, landed on Finn, moved to me then moved back to Finn. "I’ll call you back."
Wait a minute. Did he just say, Mother?!
She ended the call and dropped her phone into a bag, her silver grey hair pulled up into a sleek burn. She was tall, angular, dressed in a white, winter suit that accentuated her curves . Her face was striking and cold, and her eyes were the same shade as Finnegan’s. But she was extremely beautiful.
"Why does the building look like a pig sty? There was dust everywhere, Finnegan. Is this how you run the corporation?"
I blinked rapidly,trying to process what in the matrix was going on. There was no hello, good morning or even a nod in greeting. I glanced at him but his face remained cold and passive. And that was an exaggeration, I could hardly notice the dust she was talking about.
"I was not aware you were coming, Mother,"
"So you would have cleaned the company ahead?" She scoffed, storming towards his desk and curled her lips in disgust at the scattered papers on them from when he had bent me over the desk.
And almost slipped his fingers into my pussy.
My face flushed even redder. I had wanted that so bad. Her eyes flitted to me again. I pasted a smile on my face, stepped forward and held a hand out.
"Hello Mrs Wolfe, it is a pleasure to meet you, I am Abigail Kellerman, Mr Wolfe’s executive assistant,"
The smile on my face froze when she regarded my hand as if it was full of leprosy or some shit like that before she turned back to her son.
What in holy hades was that?
"I saw in the briefing you sent me that Senator Allan just agreed to make a pre order for the VTD engine. Why did you take so long to convince him? Your father would have had him on board from day one."
Okay, maybe I was getting something wrong here. I waited for my ruthless boss to say something snarky about her minding her business or something along that line but all he did was remain quiet.
"I don’t know what to do with you, you’re going to ruin Wolfe Corp at this rate,"
Uh, excuse me? No he wasn’t.
If anything from the trends I had studied, he had brought this company to unreachable height. How was it that the whole world knew this but his mother did not?
"I also need to discuss the Milan branch before the end of the week so clear your Thursday." She ordered.
"I have a meeting with Fontaine on Thursday, Mother,"
"Move it."
His jaw tightened. "I’ll see what I can do-"
"Finnegan." She snapped.
Oh, I saw it now. Holy shit, the person behind his perfectionist complex was his mother?

Girl?


Finnegan Wolfe had spanked me as Finnegan and not as Ares! What a glorious day, indeed.
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