Chapter Sixteen: I am messing this up. – 1

Alyssa, I don’t think I am handling this dinner too well. I am not made for this. I’m trying my best, but I keep stuttering and making myself seem like a strange woman. I hope they haven’t picked up on all the mistakes I made with some information. Wyatt’s family must think I’m a liar. They all seem nice enough, but no matter how much Wyatt said it would be more suited for me to be his pretend girlfriend, surely people can see I don’t belong here? I don’t know how I am going to get through the rest of tonight and all day tomorrow. I may break.

I am in the middle of a conversation with one of his cousins, I think, while Wyatt has disappeared to talk to his father. His absence is making me a little nervous because he has been by my side for most of the night. I am pushing through, though.

“Sorry, I need to steal her away for a minute,” Wyatt says, appearing, taking my hand, and pulling me away.

He takes me to a corner of the room, out of the way of everyone.

“Will you get it together, Alyssa? My father is asking questions.” He groans.

“I am trying my damn hardest. I am not a liar. I haven’t been trained to lie,” I reply, annoyed.

“I understand that, but I do not want anyone to find out the truth. I’m not going back to everyone trying to set me up, complaining because I am still single. We have been through all of this many times,” he snaps.

“I told you from the start I would not be good at this, Wyatt. And don’t snap at me. I am trying my fucking best. You should be grateful I haven’t run yet,” I hiss.

He sighs, massaging his temples, and turns me around, pressing my back to the wall. He stands before me, resting one hand on the wall at the side of my head.

“I am sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. I know you are trying,” he says and kisses me.

I moan softly and kiss back. He needs to stop kissing me randomly. He has done it way too many times today. It is all very confusing. When we part, his hand lands on my cheek, and he caresses it with his rough thumb. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning again.

“Please, get it together. I promise I will make it worth it later,” he rasps, pressing his body to mine.

I whimper, a familiar feeling stirring between my thighs with the closeness.

“And how do you expect to do that?” I ask.

I know what he means, but I want him to confirm. Wyatt slips his hand under my dress and brushes his fingers through the lace of my panties. I gasp, and my hips jerk into his fingers. What is he doing? We are surrounded by people.

“You know how. If you keep it together, I will reward you tonight with what you have been craving all day,” he whispers lowly.

The throbbing between my thighs heightens.

“Reward me? I am not a dog,” I huff.

He laughs loudly, “Not only dogs get rewarded, sweetness. It is how I like to work things. You do well, and you get rewarded. You don’t, you get punished.”

What is with this man and punishment? It’s like some kink of his.

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“And what does these rewards of yours include?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

He gropes my pussy, and a desperate moan escapes my lips, “It can be anything from multiple orgasms to pretty, expensive things, only to name some. I like to spoil my partners if they do as they are told.”

“Hmm, it will be a little late to go shopping,” I reply sarcastically.

I watch annoyance take over his face. I chew on my lip to hold back my laughter.

“You think you are a smartass, uh?” he hisses.

I smirk and nod. I want to push him to see how he would react. I regret my actions because his hand disappears into my panties, rubbing my clit.

“You either apologize, or I will get you off right here, surrounded by everyone, and I don’t even care that someone could catch us.”

No matter how horny I am right now, there is no chance in hell I am going to let him go through with his threat, not in a room filled with people.

I whimper, “Okay, I am sorry.”

He smirks, “See, you can be a good girl.”

He removes his hand and kisses me softly. He straightens my dress and fixes my hair.

“You are so mean,” I pout.

He shrugs.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I have no idea, kitten. Can you keep it together and get through the next couple of hours?”

He smiles, taking my hand in his and linking our fingers. He keeps me close as we head to the bar to get more drinks. He orders himself a scotch and me a cocktail.

“I changed my mind. We are leaving soon. If anyone asks, you have a headache. I have enough for one night, especially since we need to do it all over again tomorrow,” he says.

“I can do that. It won’t be the first time I have faked something,” I snicker.

He drops my hand and slips his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and his mouth falls on my ear. “Trust me, you will not need to fake anything with me. I promise.” He says confidently and grabs my ass.

I moan and nod. I believe him. But, one thing I am certain of, no matter what happens between us this weekend, when Monday comes, we will be back to boss and assistant. I refuse to start something up with him. This weekend is a one-time thing because I would prefer things not to get complicated at work. I can’t afford to lose my job or be known as the girl who is fucking her boss. I have more respect for myself than that.

“Good, because I have more exciting plans. Are you on birth control, or do I need to get condoms?” he asks as we head back to our table.

I am on birth control, but you can still get condoms. I know how many women you have been with,” I remind him.

“I worry about when it comes to me, but I will respect your choice.” He smiles.

“There is nothing to worry about. It would be different if it were a long-term thing, and I knew we were fine and faithful, but it is nothing like that. I am not risking it. With my luck, I would end up getting pregnant after one night; it’s just how life works for me. I will be extra safe.”

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I smile, “Thank you.”

I am not a fan of condoms, to be honest, but I use them until I know and trust someone. Yes, sometimes condoms can be forgotten in the heat of the moment, but that will not be happening tonight. I will be glad to get laid since it has been a while, and hopefully, after I do, my boss will be out of my system, and I will be out of his.