/His POV/

"Ple-please, sir," I could her minty breath fan my face, eyes glistening and cheeks red and blotched with tears, a few strands of her sticking to her forehead with sweat.

I flattened my hand on the curve of her spine, her gasps getting louder as I moved.

She leaned over, nibbling and pressing tiny kisses on my shoulder and began to work her hips

My eyes rolled back as I felt the slow drag of her walls clenching against me, feeling a cluster of nerves brush against the head of my cock.

"Fucking shit." I groaned, pulling out of Sara before putting her on her feet. She made a face, until I bent her over the table, pushing my cock back in and holding a hand over her mouth. "You have to be quiet, Sara. This is my office."

Her mewls were muffled by my hand as a loud knock echoed.

I stilled.

"Sir?" It was one of the engineers from downstairs. I could see his stiletto from the glass door but he could not see what was going in.

As much as I loved having a quickie behind my office doors, the last thing I wanted was for the employees to know about it.

Sara started moving vigorously at the incessant knocks.

"Fuck! Don't do that." I glared at her.

"Do you want everyone to hear you?"

She nodded.

I release my hand from her mouth, and take a step back, immediately pulling on the pants. She made a noise, turned over her shoulder and slowly turned to give me a look.

"Are you serious?"

"This is still working hour, Sara. Go ask him what he wants."

As my assistant, she had no choice but to pull her skirt down and slip into professional mode. I knew it was a bad idea—this arrangement. I was not the kind to involve business and pleasure but Sara was different. She was someone who started working under me ever since I took over my father. She understood and anticipated my needs, and also had no problem keeping it strictly sex. That was the only reason why it worked so well.

The clicking sound of her heels pulled my attention back to the door. I hastily buttoned my pants and sat on the chair, making a face at the uncomfortable hard-on.

Sara cleared her throat and fanned her face before opening the door and easily putting on a polite smile.

"Yes? How can I help you, Matt?"

"I was hoping to speak to sir regarding Walter's project..."

I stifled a groan, peeking at the engineer while he tried hard to focus on Sara's face.

"Matt today is Wednesday..." Sara took a step close, her hand twisting at the door handle. "He will be leaving in ten minutes I am afraid. Why don't I schedule a meeting..." With that, she walked out of the door and softly closed it behind her when it hit me.

My eyes immediately went towards the clock and I let out a curse under my breath. It's Wednesday which meant I have to be at my parents for dinner. A sticky note on the table caught my eye as I tried to hastily grab my phone.

'Dinner with parents at 6' It read in Sara's neat cursive writing. This is why I keep her around I thought while rushing to the bathroom.

Taking a quick shower I changed my clothes and slipped into another of my suits. Fortunately, Sara always kept spare suits in the cupboard in case I needed to fly somewhere urgently or I messed up the clothes I was wearing.

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As soon as I reached the garage of my parent's house I was greeted by the guard who hurried to take my keys. Nodding at him, I rushed to take the elevator, hyper-aware that it was already thirty minutes past 6.

A sudden chill hit me as I walked along the passage, my eyes adjusting to the bright flickering lights. My lips curved in a smile as I noticed the handmade nameplate displayed next to the elevator. It was my sister's art project that she could stop not raving about. My dad's doing. He was so proud of his daughter and the only way to show that was to personally screw the nameplate at the very elevator that took to the main entrance of our house.

Classic dad. I thought with a shake of my head. If anything he was very easily proud of my sister but the same never applied to me. Almost four decades ago he set up his small company in the back shed after working a whole day where he started selling mobile phones with two sim slots. The idea took off and he managed to make a lot of money and eventually rented an office space which soon turned into a huge building in the heart of New York.

Since then the demand only increased which made it easy to expand in different countries and I successfully took over. Two years since he retired well not fully since he always kept tabs and showed up to the office unannounced.

"Edwardo amore! Come! Come in."

I looked up at the familiar raspy voice, aware that I was at the main entrance. My mother was standing in the middle of the living room, rushed by the people around her. She had oven mitts on her hands, the smile lines on her face brighter and more visible under the lights. I looked at her closely, she looked older than the last time I visited her.

"Good evening, ma."

"Buonasera" She replied, her arms immediately coming to wrap around my frame but failing. My mother was a tiny woman so I bent and placed a kiss on her cheek. "You're late."

"You are still getting the dishes out though!" I sheepishly said while the maids rushed towards the table.

She pulled away, her hips cocked while shaking her head. "That was because I was tired of waiting so I baked something. It's a surprise."

"It's a milk cake." Angelina, my sister yelled from afar when I noticed her on the couch. She was sitting in front of my father with a thick sketchbook in her lap and hair tied in a loose bun.

"Angel!" My mother made a sound.

"Mom he would have found out anyway. You smell like pistachios."

"Whatever."

"Girls no fighting." My father chirped from the adjacent seat, his glasses resting on his face as he posed for my sister's drawing.

"Hi, Pa! How are you?"

He hummed before letting out a loud exhale at my sister's attempt to correct his pose. I shook my head at their antics. Ever since he retired Angelina made him her model for her college assignments.

"Everything okay at the company?" My father turned over his shoulder and I gave him a tight smile. That's all that mattered to him.

"I heard the meeting with Stuarts did not go well. They are our usual provider we cannot have anything affecting this deal, Edward."

"I know, Pa."

"Do you?" He raised his brow.

"Yes! They were not ready to sign the contract at the usual rate so we had to call Adam to negotiate. I am sure he is trying his best."

"Oh, Adam!" My sister let out a glee sound. "How is he?" She shut her book and gave me her full attention.

I narrowed my eyes at her sudden interest in this matter. Why did she care about him? Last time I checked he was my legal advisor and college friend, not hers.

"He is..."

"So it'll be sorted then?" My father cut me off.

"Huh?" I blinked cluelessly and then realised that he was asking about the negotiation. "Yeah, it's all under control."

My mother clapped her hand loudly, grabbing our attention. "Enough you two. I do not want to hear this business topic for the rest of the night."

"Okay, honey. Whatever you want." My father sighed.

"Good."

My sister snickered.

"Edwardo I had to ask you something." She took me by the arm and rushed me towards the couch. I let myself be deposited on one of the seats, blinking at her.

"What is it ma?"

"Did you get the invitation?" She asked.

I shook my head because I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Francesca is getting married in two weeks and your uncle specially asked for you to be there. He said he sent you a special separate invite too."

"Huh?" I blinked at her.

Francesca Murray is my dear cousin, my maternal uncle's only daughter. She's close to my sister's age and they always used to be attached at hips when they visited us during summers. I was always asked to play dolls with them but somehow escaped at the very last minute and did not come back till it was way past their bedtime.

I chuckled at the memory.

"Isn't she too young to get married?" I looked at my sister. They had a falling out a couple of years ago and took them a long time to be civil and in the same room as each other.

My sister shrugged.

"When is the wedding?" I asked

"27th of this month and it's in his beach house."

"So close to Christmas?"

"That's what I said! But you know your uncle he does whatever he wants."

I hummed, still mulling over the fact that I did not see the invite he supposedly sent over. "I didn't get the invite. Sara must have forgotten to hand it over to me."

My mother rolled her eyes. "You should fire her."

"Mom!" I sighed. For some odd reason, my mother never liked her and she made it very clear. I have never seen her respond to Sara even though my assistant tries very hard to interact. Then again she refuses to admit she has a problem with Sara.

"Anyways when are you driving us?"

"Driving us? What? There's still two weeks to the wedding I have to check my schedule and..."

"No Edward, listen. You do not understand we have to be there two weeks in advance to help them out. This is very important to your uncle."

"Two weeks? You are joking, right?"I paused, holding my breath, waiting for my mother to burst out laughing. It never came.

"Yes, two weeks." My father cleared his throat. "He called multiple times and it would be rude to not go."

"Pa, I understand but two weeks is a lot. I am not going. There are several meetings..."

"Cancel them. Adam can take over in the meantime and make sure everything is going well."

"Adam is a legal advisor." I gritted my teeth.

"Edwardo, when was the last time you took a few days off? You need to relax. We have not seen your uncle and his family for a while now. It will be a nice break for all of us."

"Yes I agree we need to see them but for not two weeks straight. I am not going to stay in North Carolina." I shivered at the thought of staying at their beach house for two weeks straight.

"Stop that. You are going, Edwardo. End of discussion." My father said and stood up. "Now let's go have dinner."

My shoulders sagged as I watched my father walk away, slumping in my seat knowing I had no choice but to take two weeks off.

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