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  I know I am gaining unwanted attention from other patrons and if any of them recognize the city's biggest business tycoon yelling at an old man, they would be sure to take pictures and sell them to the highest bidding tabloid. He’s lucky I haven’t fucking punched him.

  I storm around to the other side of the table where Rochelle and Jane are still standing in shock. I may be pissed, but I am still a gentleman. As I grab Rochelle's hand to drag her away, I nod to Jane. "It was lovely meeting you. I am sorry we have to depart on such unsavory terms."

  With that, I stalk out of the restaurant, dragging Rochelle behind me. When we get outside, Rochelle starts to try to pull her hand from mine, but I refuse to let go. I've wanted a chance to hold her hand for a very long time and now that I have it, I'm not going to let go until I have to.

  Unfortunately, that may be coming sooner than I would want. Rochelle abruptly stops and refuses to go any further than a couple of dozen feet from the restaurant. Unless I drag her on the ground or let go of her hand, we are going no further. So I stop trying to get her to come along back to my Town Car and look at her.

  I was not expecting her to look so pissed.

  "What the hell was that?" she demands.

  I glare back at her, more angry at the situation than her. "You heard what that asshole said. You expected me to sit there and take that kind of disrespect?"

  "Yes," she practically screams. "Do you think that is the first time someone has called me fat? I am a size sixteen Black woman. I have been called that and much worse. But I let it roll off my back because those people don't define me. I do. And now you've gone and fucked up an eighty million dollar deal because you are too prideful to accept that your fake date for the evening isn't up to par. God, you're an idiot."

  I am struck dumb. What is there to say? I can't yell back at her that she is the most beautiful woman in the world to me and yes I take it as a personal affront that anyone would dare to be rude to her because she deserves the world and people like Mr. Banks don't deserve to be in her stratosphere. No. I can't say any of that because it comes too close to revealing how I feel about Rochelle and I can't risk her quitting from sexual harassment.

  So I stay silent like the idiot asshole she sees me as.

  Rochelle rolls her eyes at me. "I'll call Xavier to pull the car around and pick you up. You can handle yourself for the rest of the evening, right? I'll just catch a cab."

  She is already pulling out her phone and dashing off a message to my driver. "We can take you home."

  Rochelle shakes her head and starts walking away already. "I live in the opposite direction. I'm fine with a cab. See you on Monday, Mr. Driver."

  Rochelle

  By the time Sunday rolls around, I still don’t know what to think. Michael has my mind all tangled up. Why would he get so angry over a stupid little comment like that? Was it just about it being an insult to his tastes?

  One thing is for certain, an eighty million dollar deal was blown out of the water over dinner that night and at the center of it all is little old me. Or, as Mr. Banks seems to feel, not little enough old me. I can't help but feel responsible. Sure, Mr. Banks shouldn't have been a complete douche canoe and insult me over my weight, but if Michael had chosen a more suitable fake girlfriend than me then none of this would have happened.

  I say all of this to my little sister late Sunday night, long after I should have been asleep for work in the morning. I'd tried going to sleep, but the thought of seeing Michael in the morning twisted my insides. So I called one of only two people in the world that I could trust with this. Angel is currently going through her own issues about dating our old high school English teacher, so that left Charity to fill the void.

  "What am I supposed to say to him tomorrow? 'Sorry I blew up your deal?'"

  I can practically hear Charity roll her eyes over the phone. "More like 'Thank you for defending my honor. Can I reward you with a little pussy?'"

  "Charity!" I scream in horrified delight. Sometimes I can't believe the sass of my little sis.

  “I’m serious. You’ve been in love with this man for years and now he is showing sure signs of having feelings for you two. Why not take the opportunity presenting itself and try to get dicked down. Damn, maybe it will make you relax some. You are way too stressed, sis.”

  I am tempted to hang up on her. She is supposed to be helping me feel better, but all she seems to want to do is trigger my anxiety even more. There is no way things are like she says and Michael is interested in me too. "Whatever, girl. If I am stressed out it is because of my baby sister. This man is my boss, not to mention a billionaire. There is no way he is interested in me. Michael is just a good guy that wouldn't like to see an employee of his abused in such a way."

  At least this is what I tell myself. There is no way I will survive if I let what Charity says get to me.

  I change the subject, hoping to get Michal off of my mind, but he just keeps creeping back in so there is no point in staying on the phone. I say good night and try to get some sleep.

  This time, I fall asleep a little better than before. When I get up in the morning, my stomach is still churning and I don't feel like I got much rest, but it is better than consciously thinking of Michael all night.

  Chapter Four

  Rochelle

  When I step into the office almost half an hour late to work, I can immediately tell that Michael is not in yet. There is always this aura that settles down on the place when he is here. Since I see several people slacking off, there is no way he is here. I settle down at my desk and try to get work done.

  Usually, one of the first things I do is scan through Michael's work emails to figure out what is actually important enough to send through to him and what I can reply to. But as soon as I open the email server, the first thing I see is an email with a subject in all capitalized letters declaring it URGENT. I look over to see who sent it and my stomach drops when I see the name of Mr. Banks's company. My stomach drops to the basement when I see the email is dated for the morning after the dinner.

  Fuck.

  This is definitely the email officially severing ties between Michael and Mr. Banks's companies. I royally fucked things up.

  I panic and quickly exit out of the browser without bothering to read what I already know in the email. I pull up a text document and begin typing. I don't even think about what it is I am saying until I hit print and am picking up the letter from the printer under my desk. I am folding it and putting it in an envelope with the air in the office shifts.

  Michael is here.

  I was hoping to just leave the letter on his desk and be gone by the time he came into work, but I guess the universe has other plans for me. I suppose it is better to hand it to him in person anyway. He would respect that more.

  He stalks by me, straight into his office without a word. Shit. He must really be mad. I gather up the messages that I've taken in the time I've been there and my letter in its envelope and follow him into his office.

  I've never been so nervous about something in my life. Not even on the day three years ago when I first stepped into this room for an interview.

  Michael looks up at me. "Are those my messages?"

  "Yes," I reply handing him the stack. I take a deep breath. "And my letter of resignation."

  His gaze slowly rises from the papers in his hand to lock eyes with me. "Excuse me?"

  "I am formally handing in my letter of resignation. Though I regret leaving you without a properly trained replacement, I feel it is in the best interest of you and the company that I resign effective immediately. I've already called HR and your temporary assistant should be up here any minute."

  He stares at me and repeats, "Excuse me?"

  I should have known he would be stubborn. Even if he knows this is what is best, he will dig his feet in because it wasn't his idea. I won't play into it today.

  "Again, I am sorry. I wish you luck in all future endeavors." Fuck. I can hear the warble i
n my voice and feel the painful prick of tears welling up in my eyes. I have to get out of here before they start to fall. If Michael sees any sign of weakness he will pounce and I would not be able to handle him convincing me to stay in my job only to fire me in another few weeks or months. Maybe not even that long once he sees the email from Mr. Banks's company.

  I nod my head in goodbye and dash out of the room. I barely pause to grab my purse, the only personal item I ever bring to work, and make a dash for it.

  Still, by the time I reach the elevators, I am grateful for my waterproof mascara because hot tears are running down my face.

  Michael

  I am so fucking confused. I come in this morning, still admittedly a little pissed that Mr. Banks dared to insult the woman I love and get handed a resignation letter from that same woman. What in the world was going on? Why would Rochelle ever feel like the company- I- would be better off without her around? The world makes no sense to me when her smile isn't there to greet me, when the smell of her perfume is wafting around my office, when she isn't there to anticipate my very thoughts.

  I've never been so simpatico with someone and I'll be damned if she thinks she is getting out of my life that easily.

  When my new assistant comes to the room, I already have a form planning in my head.

  There is little I can do for the moment, so I sit at my desk and look through the messages that Rochelle left for me. There is so little there that I know she has not given me all that there is. As a matter of fact, there are no email messages.

  I sigh in the frustration of the knowledge that something has upset Rochelle to the point where a woman that takes such pride in her work left so abruptly and with her work only half done. There is nothing that would usually tear Rochelle from a job well done.

  When I delve into the email, my heart stops at the message from Mr. Banks's company. The urgent in bold letters is enough to make even I pause. This has to be what triggered such haste in Rochelle this morning, but the email is still unopened.

  I quickly open it and read what it says. The email is illuminating and much more than I expected or hoped for. But if Rochelle has not read it...

  Shit. I must see her as fast as I can and clear it all up. Rochelle has not destroyed me and my company as she assumes she has. If she knew and understood the truth, then she would not have run. I am sure of it.

  Not only do I need her to see that she has not put me at risk, but it has become clear to me that I must tell her how I feel. Make her see that even if financial harm was to come to me for anything she has done, none of it would matter. I would happily throw away my fortune for a chance at her love.

  I waste no more time. I print out the email and run out of the office, much as I was forced to watch Rochelle earlier today.

  My car is waiting for me when I get to the first floor. Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise that Rochelle has quit. Her replacement seems competent and I would much rather see Rochelle in my home pregnant with my children than working as my assistant.

  When I reach Rochelle's home, I am not entirely sure what it is I will say. All I could think of on my way here is that I have to get her to understand that she is the only good thing in my life.

  Rochelle steps out the door and looks out to my car in curiosity. She only understands when I exit the car and stomp up to her.

  "Rochelle, I have decided to accept your resignation as my assistant, but I refuse to accept your resignation from my life."

  Chapter Five

  Rochelle

  What the fuck is Michael doing at my house and what does he mean that he won't accept my resignation from his life? I open my mouth to ask him exactly this, but before I can he has bound up the stairs and wrapped his arms around my waist and shoulders, digging his fingers through my twist out and pulls me into the most searing kiss I have ever experienced.

  My world narrows down to only Michael. The dark taste of his mouth, the strong musk of his cologne, the way the heat from his hands sear through my clothes and brands themself onto my skin.

  I am stiff at first, but quickly melt into the kiss and, of their own accord, my hands grip his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.

  Eventually, we need air and break apart. Michael looks down at me.

  "Rochelle, I should have told you this years ago, but fear stopped me. I was too afraid you wouldn't feel the same and would leave me. But today my biggest fear came true anyway and I still hadn't told you. I love you. I've loved you for so long and I can't imagine not having you in my life. By all means, quit your job. But don't quit me."

  I am in shock. I could never have imagined Michael felt the same for me as I feel for him. Tear well up in my eyes as I look back up at him. "I never thought I would have the opportunity to tell you how I felt. I've loved you since the moment I first walked into your office. I never wanted to leave you but I can't let my mistakes bring you down."

  Michael is already shaking his head. "Sweetheart, I would throw away my billions if it meant getting the chance to be with you. You are the most important thing in my life and I would live in a box on the side of the street if I was living there with you."

  My emotions are getting to be too much for me to handle. I need to distract myself from these overwhelming declarations. "Let's go inside. We can talk there where it is warm."

  I lead him inside my house and into the kitchen. Food has always been a comfort for me, as seen by my wide hips, so I work on autopilot, fixing us both mugs of hot chocolate.

  I do have to ask him one thing. "You can have anyone in the world. You are rich, handsome, and a wonderful man. Any woman would be lucky to have your love. I'm just a thick, regular woman. No one special. Why me?"

  "You are anything but 'no one special'. You are the most special woman in the world to me. I never feel complete if you are not by my side. It is the highlight of my day when I come to work and the darkest hour when I have to leave. Not because I love my job so much, but because the office is where you are. When Mr. Banks gave me the chance to ask you out, I grabbed at it, thinking it would be the only chance I would have to experience you as a date. Forgive me for taking advantage of it, but I had to."

  My heart beats wildly. I put my mug back down on the table and walk around to where he stands. "I love you with all my heart and would happily spend every moment of my life with you."

  I drop down to my knees and place my hands on his hips.

  "What are you doing?"

  I rub my hand on the thick, hard length that runs halfway down his thigh. Just the imprint is making me wet with desire. He is so large, it will be a wonder if I can fit all of it inside me because I have every intention of riding Michael like a cowgirl at the rodeo.

  "I am going to show you how much I love you and how much I desire you." With that, I undo his belt and unzip his pants. I hook my fingers over the waist of his pants and boxers and drag them both down, setting his erection free.

  It is massive and already leaking pre-cum. I can't help myself. My tongue darts out and laps up the pearl of liquid. Above me, Michael groans in pleasure. I hold back myself from doing the same. The cum is salty and masculine and I could live off of the taste of him.

  I open wide and take in the entirety of the head of his cock. Immediately, more cum starts to drip out of him. I give a hard suck, trying to get more of the elixir. Michael grabs my hair, hold it tight. He gently pushes my head down and encourages me to take more of him in. I gladly do, swallowing down until his cock hits the back of my throat.

  There are still a few inches of him that I am unable to take. He is just too large, so I use my hands to spread my saliva around the rest of his cock and jerk him as I suck.

  I run the flat of my tongue against a throbbing vein at the bottom of his cock and Michael jerks in my mouth. I grin at the power I have over him.

  For so long, I've wanted to do nothing but make his life easier and bring him happiness. This new facet of our relationship opens up a whole new realm of how I can
pleasure him.

  "Fuck, Rochelle. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come."

  I pull back and grin at him. "That is entirely the point, my love. I've dreamed about the taste of your cum. About how it would feel to have you come all over my face and tits. Today, I am determined to learn if the real you surpass my dreams."

  I take him back into my mouth and redouble my efforts.

  A chorus of fucks sound off above my head and Michael's hips thrust slightly, trying to keep himself from all out fucking my mouth. It doesn't take long before his hands tighten in my hair and he thrusts forward one last time unloading into my mouth.

  I work to hurry and swallow everything he gives me.

  When I stand up Michael pulls me into a kiss. "Baby, you are the most wonderful woman. When I saw those thick lips on you, I knew I would not be able to live life without getting them around my cock and you have surpassed every single one of my expectations. You are pure perfection."

  I smile at him proud of my accomplishment. He pulls me in for a kiss and it goes straight to between my legs. Amazingly, even after coming, his cock is rock hard. It is astonishing to think that I am the one that does that to him. That he wants me just as much as I want him.

  "I can't wait anymore. I need you in me right now," I beg. "Let's go to my room."

  I don't wait for him to answer. I rush down the hallway to my bedroom, dragging him along.

  As soon as we get to my bedroom, I don't bother wasting time trying to strip the rest of Michael's clothes off. He has the body of a god and, though I am generally pretty secure in my body, my arms crossover my stomach to hide the chubbiness there.