Chapter 130: You Look Lovely

I stayed in bed late, satiated. Justin and Donald had brought me to orgasm with their mouths before they went to work, and it had basically kept me in a drunken stupor since morning. I’ve read a lot of books with men who had high sex drives, but I never thought I’d be with ones who did much less, too. I rolled over and picked up my phone, seeing a few text messages from them. There was one from each of them for every hour they’d been gone, and it made me smile.

They insisted on having security now, and as much as I’d love to, it made me feel much safer when they weren’t with me. I highly doubt Matthew or Mark knew where I was, but I also don’t know how they knew where to find me a few days ago unless they were following me. I sighed, thinking about how difficult it was going to make my life now. My phone buzzed, pulling me back from where my mind had wandered. It was Justin asking me to come join them for lunch if I was awake. I smiled; I love how they always wanted to be together.

I got up and began to get ready. Most of my clothes weren’t office clothes, so it took me a minute to find something to wear. I decided on soft, thick, blurry leggings and a fitted black turtleneck top, covering it with my black jacket. I added my shiny black low-heeled boots and a chain to match the gold accent from my watch.

I didn’t know they would expect me to dress up, but I absolutely didn’t want to arrive in a skin-tight catsuit with half my back out. I needed to use the gift card they gave me to update my wardrobe to make it more childish and work-friendly. I mostly wore shorts and tank tops when I worked in Maryland, but it was a bit different up here. I put on light makeup and added a couple of curls to my hair before heading out. I went to security and told them I was heading to their office and was trailed by one of them. He had a thick Dutch accent but was built like the Hulk. Festin told me the head of security at the company had a private security company, and they were all from other countries. They were also very attractive, which surprised me. Most guys prefer to keep attractive men away from their girlfriends, but not Justin and Donald. These men didn’t hold a torch for my men, but a part of me was a little concerned they hadn’t thought that through. Not that I would be tempted to cheat, but at the fact that I have cheated in the past.

I tried to shake those negative thoughts away as I parked at the large glass skyscraper that housed the company. Justin had given me a VIP parking pass last time, so I went straight to the parking lot where all the executives parked their cars. I saw Donald’s truck and pulled in next to it. I wasn’t used to driving such a large car, but oh my goodness, this—my new ride—drove like a boat! I hopped out and waited for my bodyguard so he could escort me in. A very tall, oddly attractive man was standing at the security desk when we walked into the pristinely polished lobby. It oozed wealth and success. I’d been here before, but I hadn’t taken time to really look around.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Ugwu. You are looking lovely today,” the man said—an accent similar to my bodyguard’s but not as thick.

There was something about this man that made me forget words for a second. He wasn’t what you would call Hollywood attractive, but holy shit, he was sexy as sin. I had to look so far up at him, and my neck felt like it would snap. He had a gorgeous smile that softened his hard face. He must have been in his forties or close to it because his eyes showed age and experience. His muscular arms were covered with tattoos, and he had a small cross earring in one ear. He had chocolate brown hair and a close-cut beard that had some white in it. Goodness, I wonder where they find these men? I blinked and smiled up at him, hoping that he didn’t see me gawking for those few seconds. He did and had a knowing smile on his face.

“Hi, I am not sure if we have met,” I said softly, extending my hand. He took it and gave it a soft shake. His hands were large and rough, like he worked with his hands.

“I am Matt, the head of security here. We haven’t met, but I’ve heard a lot about you from Justin and Donald,” he said, walking around the desk. He said something to my bodyguard, who nodded his head and took his spot.

“I’ll walk you up,” he said, gesturing towards the elevator. I nodded and gave a small, awkward wave to my lack—my bodyguard—who gave me a flirty grin in return.

I followed Matt. I knew without a doubt that these men would never disrespect Justin, the CEO of this empire, by making any moves on me, but damn, I don’t know if I can handle all this.

“How are you liking the city?” he asked, pressing a button to the top floor when we stepped onto the elevator.

“I have done much, and it is cold, but I don’t mind the part I have seen,” I said. He smelled so good that it was hurting my brain. I needed my men so badly because there is just too much temptation around me. I looked down at his hands and saw there was no ring, but maybe he had a girlfriend.

“At least we get four seasons here; back home it was cold or rainy. Not even a sunny day. I enjoy this city,” he said, chuckling a little, and I looked up at him. I noticed the heat that flashed in his eyes when…

“Yes, Maryland was hot as f*** most of the year, so I think I will appreciate that change,” I said, laughing a little. I immediately regretted it; I had given him the laugh I used when I worked as a sex worker, and I regretted it. I don’t want him to think I was flirting or to tell Justin that I was.

“What brought you into this city?” I asked, trying to change the mood.

“I met Justin and Griffin at a security conference, and I’ve been living here for five years. I started a small business, mostly working security for the rich and famous, bringing over my kinsmen little by little as the demand grew. Now there are over two hundred of us, and we work security across the country,” he explained. “In this city or close to it; the only exception are the other smaller companies in England. Anything Justin or Griffin needs, my company provides, and he definitely made my dream possible and has made me a very rich man and also giving my men very comfortable lives. I would do anything for the Creed family,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

I studied him; his words made my admiration for Justin grow even stronger.

“That was amazing,” I managed to say before the doors opened.

The sight caught me off guard. Justin was standing there with his arms around a model-thin, gorgeous woman who looked like she was carrying. Donald was also there, carrying what could only be her bag. Jealousy hit me hard, to the point of being speechless.

“F***, what happened?” Matt shot out of the elevator and all but ripped the woman from Justin’s arms and wrapped her in his.

Only then did I realize it was their secretary, Jocelyn. My feelings of jealousy faded, especially when I realized how possessive Matt became all of a sudden. I didn’t miss the secret glance that Donald and Justin shared as Matt reached out for her bag. I stepped off the elevator, and Donald took my hand, giving me a smile—the smile that was only for me. I beamed at him. I knew this man was mine, and no woman would take him away from me. His smile told me that.

I only then realized Justin exchanged a few words with Matt, who had Jocelyn tucked, possibly, under his arm. She had her face buried into his chest as if she belonged there, and I knew for a fact that there was something between them before the elevator closed and they disappeared from sight. Donald had begun leading down the hall, not waiting for Justin, who was just a few steps behind. He pulled me into an office and pressed me against the wall behind the door.