Betrayed

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  ~ The CEO’s Seduction ~

  Part Four

  Sage Alexander

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  CONTENTS

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  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

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  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

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  ONE

  ~ Ryder ~

  Fuck, I can't believe she's doing this.

  And at a business breakfast with my investors sitting right at the table too. Risky, and I fucking love it.

  Well, this morning started well. I arranged a breakfast with our investors and assured them the launch was still on schedule, even though I still don't know why the prototype overheated and exploded.

  I've been privately meeting with my two head technicians and working with them on the prototype; thus far, everything is working perfectly. Strangely, we didn't change anything on the design or the configuration, so I have no clue what went wrong with the first one. Maybe it was just the luck of the draw and wasn't meant to make it to the final stages. The second prototype has been tested, with only myself and the two other technicians knowing about it and where it was being tested, and there were no problems with it. The connection was fast and smooth, and as far as the three of us were concerned, it was ready for launch.

  Of course, we're keeping that information to ourselves since I’ve become increasingly paranoid that someone sabotaged the demonstration. It’s the only thing that made sense to me.

  For the past few weeks, I've kept the new prototype secret from nearly everyone, including Tessa, and it's been difficult not to tell her. When she asks me why I'm so distant, I simply tell her it's work stuff. Trust me. It's nothing personal against Tessa. It's purely business.

  I lower my gaze for a moment, watching as her hand strokes my cock through my pants, and my jaw clenches slightly. This is a different kind of business altogether.

  During breakfast, with her seated beside me, she managed to work her hand to the front of my pants and stroke my cock, right here in a room with other people. Of course, the tables and the tablecloths prevent anyone from seeing what she is actually doing, making it all the more exciting.

  I remember meeting Tessa when she was a meek, timid, and innocent woman who did as she was told. Now, she's evolved into a sexy little minx who secretly gives me a handjob during business meetings and leads me to a restaurant bathroom to fuck her.

  God, I love it.

  As she continues stroking me, I try to keep my composure as much as possible. I don't have a choice, do I? Asking her to stop also isn't an option. It feels too damn good.

  Her hand moves around skillfully, going completely undetected by the investors at the table. The friction she creates against my cock has me gripping the table's edge. Her hand slowly strokes the length of my cock, moving at a steady pace, and the desire to shoot by load builds up inside me. She firmly squeezes it, the pressure sending all kinds of sensations through my body. My jaw unclenches as I try to avoid eye contact with anyone, and I let out a slow breath.

  Fuck.

  I inconspicuously look at her, her bright green eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips are slightly pouted, and I can practically feel them around my cock, sucking me off in the way only she can. I can certainly get used to this.

  "You okay, Mr. Mahoney?" she asks, her lips curling seductively as she looks at me.

  Good god, woman. She’ll be the death of me, and she knows it.

  "As well as can be expected, Tessa," I say, trying not to sound like someone getting a handjob in public.

  I bet she loves seeing me squirm like this, and the grin on her face officially confirms that.

  I give her a nod and turn away from her as one of the investors clears his throat and begins to talk about meeting me for the first time. I let out a sigh as the attention shifts to him and away from me.

  Tessa's hand glides along the shaft of my cock, and I feel a sudden wetness in my briefs as I feel precum slowly leaking from the head of my cock.

  Fuck, I just hope that it doesn't show through my pants.

  Before things get too wet and sticky inside my pants, Tessa slows down, and just in time. I've been trying to keep myself composed, and it's been nothing short of torturous.

  When the investors start applauding and looking at me, I flash them a grateful smile, my grip on the edge of the table softening.

  "Ryder," Roland Weaver, one of my investors, says, and I meet his gaze.

  He's a short and stout man with dark hair and greying temples. He has his own software company and has been in my corner since day one. He's also a shareholder of RM Tech, and we are very well acquainted. He and I golfed at numerous golf estates around the coast and at one he owns in Florida. I'm not an avid golfer, but Roland is not the kind of man I'd usually turn down. He reminds me a lot of my grandfather, wise and understanding, and he has given me insight into running a business and keeping my feet on the ground as the success rolled in.

  Talking business with him is one of my favorite things to do when we're together, and I've felt a connection to him since I met him. He's one of those people who does not get along with just anyone, and I can relate to him on that.

  "You must be excited about the launch coming up in a few weeks," Roland says with a grin.

  Excited doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now.

  I feel Tessa's hand slowly slip away from my cock, and I let out a slow breath. The last thing I want is for her to stop, but I don’t want to have a When Harry Met Sally moment right about now.

  I’ve been introducing her to everyone as the Head of my Human Resources department. I don't want anyone to think we are dating, so we've decided to keep it between us. Tessa and I have not figured out exactly how we will disclose our relationship without it becoming a big deal or allowing it to be blown out of proportion.

  Of course, I know that Tessa will be the one who will be judged more on this since I'm the boss, and people will think she should have known better not to get involved with me. But people don't know us or our relationship. I don't want her to be judged for something that wasn't even her idea in the first place.

  Plus, I'm not in the mood for a lecture from John. And, of course, Mona will have a lot to say about it. She always has a lot to say about the women in my life. Now that I think about it, she's always been very critical of my choices in women. But then again, my choices could have been better too.

  Especially the last one, who I'd rather not think about. As I told Tessa during our dinner, that woman was the manipulative one in the relationship. When I finally put my foot down and broke it off with her, she blamed everything on me and told the paparazzi I was an abusive asshole. What a fucking shitshow that was.

  "I'm looking forward to it," I say simply.

  "I must say. I was quite surprised when I heard about the mishap at the demonstration, but these things happen. But I knew you wouldn't let any setback stop the launch," Roland tells me.

  "I appreciate you saying that, Roland. Your faith in me is assuring," I say, pressing my hand against my chest. "Truly."

  "You have never given me any reason to doubt you either," he chuckles, "and I must apologize for insinuating that you and Tessa were a couple earlier this morning."

  He motions to Tessa, and I smile at her.

  "No harm done," I say with a grin.

  "But still. I know you're not the kind of person who likes their private life on display," he says, sipping his coffee, "I completely understand that. It is nice to meet you, though, Tessa."

  "And you, Roland," Tessa says beside me. "And you don't have to apologize. We're all adults, right?"

  "Absolutely," he says with a nod. "It's a pity you two aren't dating. You'd make a lovely couple."

  Tessa and I look at each other, and she giggles.

  It did feel strange to introduce Tessa as just the Head of my Human Resources Department, standing in for John, who had a family commitment and not as the woman in my life. A woman who's not manipulative and psychotic and is only interested in me for my money and status. Frankly, she's more interested in my dick than my money, and I prefer it that way.

  Tessa is different. She makes me feel things I have never felt and emotions I promised never to experience again. She makes everything better and makes me feel at ease when the rest of my world feels in turmoil. She slows everything down with her intense gaze, the warmth of her touch, and the sexy curves of her body.

  "He's my boss, that's it," Tessa says and briefly looks at me, her gaze loaded with something more.

  And only we know what that is. I'm not just her boss, and she doesn't just work for me. She works just for me, but in a different way entirely. And come to think of it, lately. She's been the bossy one. And admittedly, I like it. There is something truly sexy about a woman taking charge and being spontaneous and daring.

  But of course, no one can know about us, what we've been doing, and the feelings that have started to develop between us.

  Because having a sexual relationship with your employee is one thing. But being on the verge of falling for them is even worse.

  TWO

  ~ Tessa ~

  How does he do it?

  I have no idea how Ryder contained himself so well while I stroked his cock during breakfast. I'm pretty sure I would have melted into a puddle of a sticky mess if he had done that to me, just like I almost did at the product demonstration. God, I still get shivers when I think about it. I definitely wasn't as composed as he was.

  Not only can I not believe I did that to him with so many people present, but it also makes me feel really good that I turned the tables on him. I feel empowered to say the least, and I want to hold onto that feeling. I have never felt so powerful and in control before.

  As a child, I was taught to listen and not swim upstream, as it would just make my life difficult. As I got older, I realized that it wasn't the case. And more importantly, I wasn't being true to myself by always agreeing with everyone around me and doing what they told me to do. My parents embedded in my brain that I had to be a good girl, whatever that meant.

  But now, I've realized I can be whatever I want and whomever I want. I make my own choices, and no one can tell me otherwise.

  Wow, if ten-year-old-me could see me now, she'd realize things would improve. And they did—a lot.

  I have an incredible job, a great apartment, a best friend I wouldn't trade for anyone on the planet, and of course, a boyfriend who is hot as hell, successful, and gives me the best orgasms in the world.

  I part my lips slightly as I've never thought about Ryder as my boyfriend before. We've never really talked about that, naming our relationship and ourselves. It's strange to even think about him being my boyfriend. Also, being unable to show the world we are together openly is a bit of a downer, but I understand why.

  Ryder doesn't want either of us getting into trouble, especially since he's the boss, and I work in the Human Resources Department. I should know better than anyone how wrong what we're doing is, but there's little I can do about it now. There wasn't anything I could have done to stop this from happening either. Sometimes things happen, and there's nothing you can do about it. And that is precisely what happened to me and Ryder.

  I can't help that Ryder and I were drawn to each other in the way we were. We didn't know each other when we met at that conference three years ago.

  We were just two strangers having a fun night of sex. We didn't exchange names or numbers. We just did it and went our separate ways.

  We accepted that we would never see each other again, and that was fine. Hooking up with him was exactly what I needed. I had been going through a particularly rough and lonely period, and I met him at the right time. And I was okay with not knowing who he was. I really was. I was just grateful that I met him and that he did those things to me. It might sound strange, but it helped me a lot. I became more confident by taking a risk at doing something totally out of my comfort zone that night with him.

  Progress was progress, no matter how small it was.

  I definitely grew as a person since we hooked up. A hot guy like him found me attractive that day at the seminar and the bar, which was a major confidence boost for me. I've never had a man with such confidence approach and chat me up as he did. And I was even able to converse with him in complete sentences and not be a stuttering bundle of nerves in front of him.

  Going back to his hotel room was the cherry on the sex cake. He wanted me without knowing anything about me, and as scary as that was at the time, I knew I also wanted him, and I was brave enough to act on my feelings. Taking action snowballed into other acts of confidence in other areas of my life after that night. Ryder gave me the key to unlock that power, and I'm grateful to him for that.

  And it was pure fate, or maybe dumb luck, that brought us back together here in the city. I don't believe in coincidences, and everything happens for a reason, whatever that reason may be.

  "So what's next for you, Ryder?" Roland asks him.

  "Oh, you know me, Roland," Ryder shrugs and looks at me. "I've got a surprise around every corner."

  "I know that all too well," he chuckles.

  I grin at Ryder, who is oozing confidence and looks like he's in his element. Actually, he is. He's talking about his company and what's next in the cards for him. I love watching him talk about his work, the thing he loves most in the world. It's mesmerizing, and his passion is truly a sight to behold.

  Honestly, I can stare at him until the world ends, but of course, I don't want to draw any attention to myself. Staring at him for too long will raise eyebrows, and people will start asking all kinds of questions neither Ryder nor I want to answer right now.

  But if I'm being completely honest with myself, it's a conversation that I would really like to have. Even though Ryder and I agreed that this was a no-strings-attached arrangement initially, it has become something deeper and more meaningful. Still, neither one of us is willing to admit it openly.

  Sure, we go on dates and talk about things just like dating people do. But making it public would make it seem more real. But with that reality comes the repercussions of our actions. The fact is that we have broken more than a few rules at work, and I'm more than confident that I'll get fired. Of course, that isn't something I want. I've worked too hard to build myself up to where I am. Plus, I don't want my face and name dragged through the tabloids.

  Those are some of the bad things about being involved with Ryder. But the positives greatly outweigh the negatives.

  Ryder awakened something inside me, and it changed me for the better. I feel more self-assured and have a lot more confidence in myself than I have ever had—even more than I gained from that confidence seminar.

  Ever since I started having sex with Ryder, I’ve come out of my shell. Not only sexually but as a person as well. Even Bonnie noticed the difference, even though she still urges me to be careful when it comes to Ryder.

  It also feels good that I’ve taken control of my life and sexuality, especially when I turned the tables on him. I’m not the insecure little girl I was before. I’m a strong, independent woman who likes to take risks and have sex, even in restaurant bathrooms.

  Still, I have a little insecurity about our secret relationship.

  I bite my lip, quietly listening as he speaks to Roland, and I silently wish he could talk about me with such passion and excitement.

  Maybe one day.

  THREE

  ~ Ryder ~

  “Yes, Tom,” I say with a grin. “The launch is going ahead as scheduled. And, of course, I’ll make sure your shipment reaches you even before the weekend after. You’ll be the first in the country to start using the new Glyde.”

  “Well, that’s good to hear, Ryder. I was a little worried, but as usual, you managed to pull a rabbit out of your hat. Like a true magician.”

  “Have I ever let you down before?” I ask.

  I hear Tom, another prominent investor, and supporter of mine since the start of my company, chuckle on the other side of the phone, and he says, “No, you have not, and that is what I like about you, kid. You’re honest and meticulous. That’s why I’m your biggest supporter.”

 

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