Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

At exactly 5 p. m., Jessy dropped me off in front of Laird’s office building. One hand clasped a large bag of Chinese food. Honestly, I didn’t know what he would like, so I ordered the menu items he often ordered and a few other dishes that looked delicious in the menu book pictures.

I entered the lobby, which was crowded with employees leaving work. As I walked in, everyone stared at me as if I were an alien. Perhaps it was because I was the only one walking against the flow as everyone headed towards the exit doors.

“Hey, Fenella.” Laird walked toward me with a faint smile. As he had informed me through a text message, he was waiting for me in his office.

“Hi, dear.” I quickly pecked his lips, but Laird quickly moved back before our lips touched.

“Why?” I asked, puzzled.

“This is the office,” he replied, clearing his throat and looking around.

“Oh.”

I looked around and saw that most desks were already empty. There were only a few people left, but it seemed like Laird still didn’t want to attract too much attention.

“Has your boss left?”

“Oh, yes, she left at 4 p. m. Had a meeting outside with clients,” Laird nodded as he took the food bag from my hand.

I sighed in relief. I thought I could relax now without having to meet Rebecca, but that didn’t mean I could linger here. The sooner I left, the better.

We walked towards Laird’s desk. The new lawyers’ dedicated space was empty, with only the light on Laird’s desk shining.

“Are you going to work late alone?”

“Yup. No paralegal wants to help me because this is a pro bono case,” he said as he opened the bag and peered inside.

“Pro bono?”

“The free legal services. It’s a kind of social responsibility in the company.”

“Oh…” My mouth formed an ‘O’ again after hearing his explanation.

“You bought a lot. Do you want me to stay overnight in the office?” He raised an eyebrow with a half-smile after seeing what was in the bag I brought for him.

“I thought you’d be working late into the night and wouldn’t come home to the apartment with me,” I blinked.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, you’re right. There’s a lot I need to prepare for tomorrow morning,” he chuckled softly.

“Let me help you serve the food.” I promptly offered to go to the pantry to get plates, but Laird stopped me.

“No need. I’ll just open it when I get hungry.”

“Oh, I thought you wanted to have dinner with me at the office now.” My mouth agape briefly, surprised by the difference in plans between me and Laird.

I mean, Tom and I used to have dinner together at his office. I was used to accompanying Tom during his overtime, and I thought Laird would also ask me to accompany him during late hours. Of course, this was my mistake. I shouldn’t have equated Laird with Tom.

“No. I’m still full,” he said, shaking his head.

“Hmm, alright then. I’ll head home,” I uttered softly. I swallowed my pride and disappointment, a mix of shame engulfing me.

“Why in such a hurry?” Laird gently held my wrist.

“Huh?”

“Just stay for a while.” Laird leaned forward, and slowly he wrapped his arm around my waist possessively.

“I miss you. I’ve been going almost crazy all day thinking about you shooting with Alan. Did he touch you?” He whispered in my ear, his nose inhaling the scent behind my ear.

Hearing Laird speak like that, my heart instantly raced. I finally turned around to face Laird completely.

“That’s not important. Everything was make-believe. This is real to me.” I kissed his lips.

This time, Laird didn’t reject me. Perhaps he knew there was no one else in the room, and it was just the two of us. So, he welcomed my kiss with an open mouth. His lips passionately met mine, and his tongue intertwined with mine.

Damn it! I felt the desire that had been bothering me during the shoot was still ongoing. Quickly, the passion overtook me, and I gave in to my desires. At least I satisfied them with Laird, not with Alan.

Although guilt lingered in my heart towards Laird, I felt like this was my redemption. In the end, I managed to suppress my desire to accept Alan’s invitation. Instead of being seduced by that man, I remained faithful to Laird.

I sighed as Laird’s kiss became more ravenous inside my mouth. His tongue explored the depths of my cheek, and the sound of sucking grew louder in my ear. Before long, Laird groaned and broke our kiss.

Our breaths were labored, and he gazed at me with heat and intensity. His hand then guided me by the waist to walk with him to the end of the room. He opened a small wooden door that was closed, ushering us inside and locking the door from the inside.

“Archive room. Do you use it often?” I teased him while holding onto his suit and walking backward, following his steps.

“Other men in the office said it’s the perfect place to maintain privacy, but I’ve never used it.” My back pressed against the sturdy archive shelf leaning against the wall.

“So, this is your first try?” My hands circled around Laird’s neck as our lips met.

“Yes. I was afraid others would find out,” he said amidst our kiss.

“Doesn’t fear add tension and pleasure?” I whispered softly as Laird’s lips slowly descended to lick my neck.

“Yes, but let’s do this quickly,” he whispered in a low voice as his hands now slipped under my sweater.

“Yes,” I moaned as Laird’s hands unhooked the bra I was wearing. His lips immediately sucked on my nipple as his hands squeezed my breasts. His tongue licked and flicked my nipple, quickly igniting my entire body.

With hunger, he sucked forcefully on each of my nipples in turns. My hands gripped his blonde hair, and I writhed a few times each time his teeth grazed my nipple pleasurably. I bit my lower lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape my mouth as his fingers started twisting the nipple that his mouth wasn’t sucking on.

Struggling to contain my pleasure, Laird then pulled up my pencil skirt, exposing my butt. He shamelessly slipped his hand into my pants and pulled them down to my heels.

His fingers teased my clit and explored my pussy. I kicked off one of my heels, freed one foot from my pants, and spread my thighs wide while the other foot supported my body.

“You’re already so wet, baby,” he whispered as his hand propped one of my legs high on his waist.

“Oh! Yes, Laird. I’m ready. I need you now.” I hissed as Laird’s fingers brought pleasure with deep fingering inside my pussy.

I was even sure my pants had been wet since Alan had been teasing me relentlessly on set. Damn it! I begged Laird as if I were a hypersexual whore.

“Yes, baby.” He took a condom from his pants pocket and ripped it open quickly.

“When did you prepare that?” I asked with a crooked smile.

“Since you said you were coming to the office, I felt the need to host you well, and I wanted to erase any traces of Alan from your body.” He whispered softly while putting on his condom for his towering, hard shaft.

“I swear, he didn’t touch me intimately.” Technically, I wasn’t lying. Alan’s hand never once got the chance to touch my pussy.

“However, he did touch you.” Right after he said that, his cock entered my pussy.

“Yes! This feels so good.” I threw my head back, hitting the shelf as Laird thrust deeper.

His hips then moved rapidly back and forth. This was similar to the scene during the shoot earlier, but this was all real and truly happening.

Laird’s hand pressed against my clit quickly as his cock continued to rub against the walls of my pussy. Laird’s mouth sucked on my breasts and licked them to enhance the pleasure.

My hips moved automatically, pressing and seeking more pleasure from his erection. His movements became rougher and faster, with an increasingly erratic rhythm. I suppressed moans as much as I could, though I sighed softly multiple times.

As minutes passed, faster and harder, I began to feel an extra strong thrust from his hips. The clinking of the metal shelf colliding with the wall grew louder.

“I’m coming,” he whispered.

“Yes, baby!” I moaned softly.

We reached the peak of orgasm simultaneously, and the strong thrusts made the metal shelf rattle. The sound of the metal grew softer until the archive shelf stood, solidly supporting our bodies. Our breaths were heavy, and our bodies trembled uncontrollably, especially my legs, which were now tingling from being lifted.

“I hope you don’t mind this quickie,” Laird said as he kissed my cheek.

“Not at all. I’m just one call away to cater to your lust anytime, Laird.”

“So, Alan really didn’t touch you intimately?” he asked.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Good.”