The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: SOUR MOOD

Finnegan

"I found a clearer image of her leaving the airport. We can’t get her name and details yet," My PI’s voice filtered through the receiver as I swiped at the photos he sent me, "But we can trace out her profile and try to match it from the feeds in different CCTV cameras. This makes it easier to find her."

There she was on my screen, caught mid-stride. Her side profile was slightly visible, the line of her jaw, the slope of her shoulders- those shoulders that I had held, that gloriously red hair.

My blood pumped wildly through my veins differently, heat beating furiously in my chest. She did this to me. After months of searching, scanning every crowded room, every bar, every lobby, pinning for her, this picture felt like a sip of water for a man dying of thirst. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"How long until we can find her?" I asked.

"I’m working on it," Matt replied. "Give me a few weeks. I should have something more solid before I leave for vacation. After that you won’t be able to reach me for a while."

"Find it before you go."

"Doing my best, Boss,"

I ended the call, dropping on my couch, holding the phone up. It had been so long, I had forgotten most of what I had seen that night.

But my body hadn’t, it couldn’t. The maddening urge pumping through my veins just staring at the image was enough to drive me insane.

Did she think about that night too? Her hair wrapped around my fist as she begged me to fuck her, her soft, supple body yielding, taking my cock, screaming as I fucked her into the floor.

God, I had been in such a fucking awful place that night until I found her.

I just needed to find her again and make sure to stay the fuck away from my assistant.

****

I was going to gouge out Mitch Campbell’s eyes.

He sat before my desk, eyes glued to Miss Kellerman’s ass as she read out the conditions of the contract he would be signing with us.

She was in a black dress today and like everything she wore, they clung to those curves greedily, the dip of her waist and that sexy flare of her hips.

It had been four days since the launch and we had said nothing about the kiss.

What was I supposed to say? I’m sorry? But I wasn’t. I wanted to do it all again. To press my lips to her soft, succulent lips and lose myself in heaven.

"....Wolfe corporation," Those soft lips moved as she concluded her reading, then they pulled in a smile as she set the contract down before Mitch.

He grinned at her, flashing his veneers. "You’re a very good reader, Abigail,"

"You flatter me, Mr Campbell," She chuckled, swiping a few strands of her dark hair off her face. She had a band on that swept her hair behind her ears, yet a few strands fell over those eyes.

"It’s not flattery I assure you, you’re a..." He trailed off running his eyes very obviously down her body. A sharp pain shot up my arm and it took a while to realize it was from my fingers digging into my palm.

His beady eyes widened and he shot off the chair, face red with anger. "What an insult! Your mother will hear of this."

For fuck sake, I wasn’t four years old. I ignored his tantrum as he stormed out of my office.

I turned back to my desk and reached for the portfolio, trying to think of anything else when my assistant knocked twice and pushed the door open.

There was a frown creasing her pretty forehead and the alarm bell rang even harder in my head. There was a sheet of paper in one hand and what looked like a receipt in the other.

"Sir." Her eyes were, unfortunately, on the paper and not on me. "I just received a delivery receipt for a side mirror for the VTD prototype."

My brows shot up. The car we had already launched? Why on earth would the mirror for a car that had already been built, just be arriving. . "Did you order a spare?"

"No." She placed both the receipt and the sheet on my desk, turning them to face me.

"That’s what I can’t understand. It’s dated three months ago and it’s only just arrived." Her finger moved to the delivery note. "The head of engineering was listed as responsible for the prototype component orders. If this mirror is only arriving now..."

"Then what mirror is currently on the car?" I finished. My hands moved to snatch up the delivery note, scanning the details.

No, It couldn’t be.

"Get Tyler in my office," I barked. "Now."