Angel (NSC Industries) Page 2

  We had been inseparable since that night and our passion had soared from the first time we made love, making us both in awe of how intense our sexual chemistry was; it was hot, extreme and mind blowing all at the same time.

  Pulling the cork on the wine he poured us both a glass, and placed a bowl with salad, cheese, cold meats and crusty bread between us.

  Picking up a small tomato, he popped it in his mouth and fed me one then continued feeding me in silence, never taking his eyes off mine until the food was all gone.

  Taking a sip of his wine he turned to me, “I’ve been offered a great job, Liv” he revealed suddenly.

  Grinning broadly, finally relaxing that everything might be okay when I told him my news, I flung my arms round his neck. ‘It’s about time,’ I declared “See, I told you one would come along.”

  He was quiet for a few moments until he refused to look at me as he uttered the words that changed my life forever, “It’s in Edinburgh.”

  I sucked in a heavy breath and gaped at him, “Oh!” I countered.

  He searched my face, running his finger across my eyes and down my nose. “It’s my dream job, everything I was hoping for when I left university” he breathed.

  He’d been hoping to get into the technology business after uni, giving him the opportunity to live away from his parents while being able to support himself financially.

  Taking a deep breath and looking honestly into his eyes I said “Then you must take it, Nate,” I gulped and carried on “you need this, you’ve wanted this, and by god you’ve worked hard studying for it, we’ll be fine. There’s phones and trains, we can meet half way once a month and phone every night. It’s always been your ambition to do this, baby. Don’t turn it down for me.”

  I glanced away, trying to blink back the tears that were pushing into my eyes, steadying my breath and putting my arms around my middle, driving away the crushing feeling that was strangling me.

  I felt his hand stroke down my hair, holding the back of my neck he turned me to him “Oh Liv!” His voice sounded as strangled as I felt, “If I take it, I have to leave tomorrow. The job starts in two days and they’re only holding the position for me till then.”

  A choked sob escaped my throat when I stood and walked to the water’s edge as I demanded myself not to let him see my shock, tears and utter devastation.

  I turned into him as I felt his arms slide round my waist and his mouth nuzzled my neck.

  I inhaled his scent and engrained it to my memory as I returned his embrace with a fierce hug, holding on for dear life and so afraid of letting him go.

  “I need to do this, Liv” he said softly.

  Peering upwards I whispered “I know, Nate.”

  He slung his arms under my legs, lifting me and walked us over to the blanket before he laid me gently down, spreading himself out beside me.

  His hand caressed my face and he lowered his lips to mine, and then kissed me, fervently but so tenderly for a long moment.

  “Make love to me, Nate” I said stroking his cheek.

  A low groan rumbled from his throat as he brought his lips back to mine, kissing me with a new found passion, as though he wanted to consume me and never let me go.

  His fingers skated down my neck followed by his lips, kissing the shivering trail his fingers had left.

  As his hand reached my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, my back arched and I pushed my heavy breast further into him.

  His thigh slid over mine and I could feel his hard cock throbbing against me, shouting for its release.

  He slowly opened each of the buttons of my shirt, kissing the skin between each one as it appeared. Taking my bra encased nipple into his mouth, he nibbled and sucked it making me moan and grind my hips into him.

  Lifting me up, he removed my blouse and undid the clasp on the back of bra, freeing my breasts into the open summer air. “So beautiful, so fucking beautiful” he murmured as his eyes raked over me, the passion and love burning through my skin.

  Popping the button on my jeans he pulled them off my legs and drew me onto his lap. Taking my lips on him again he reached up to cup my breast, rolling my nipple round his thumb and finger making me gasp and grind my sex on his bulging jean clad lap.

  His hand continued down to cup my mound, slightly flicking my clit as he tugged my knickers to the side and inserted a finger before he took my breast to his lips, sucking and slurping the more aroused he got.

  My breath quickened and a low moan escaped my lips. “Oh Nate” I sighed, letting my head drop back.

  “That feel good, baby?” he asked, groaning against the swell of my chest and entering another finger. “God, Yes!” I cried, aroused beyond restraint, “I need you inside me, I need to feel you, Nate” I whimpered as I rode his fingers.

  Laying me gently onto my back on the ground, he leaned up and pulled his t-shirt over his head causing me to take a sharp breath at the sight of his lean chest. God, this man was beautiful.

  He slipped off his jeans and boxers, and after leisurely sliding my knickers down, he loomed over me, nudging at my entrance with the tip of his engorged cock.

  My legs snaked round his back, thrusting my hips upwards, inviting him in. He thrust in, all the way to my womb. “Fuck, Liv!” he growled “You never cease to amaze me how good you feel. You were born for me, just me.”

  Panting, I cupped his magnificent ass as I brought him in closer to me. I drew his lips down to mine as I lifted my hips to his relentless rhythm and his thrusts increased with every breath, pushing me nearer to my orgasm.

  “Yours Nate, always yours” I screamed and he ploughed into me with everything he possessed, moaning as he neared his own release.

  “Come on Baby, together” he roared as he thrust deeper and harder.

  His beautiful, remarkable blue eyes, that always made me melt when they looked at me, never left mine as I exploded round him and he detonated violently into me, filling me with his seed and his love.

  Tears streaked down my face as he rested his forehead against mine and kissed me tenderly. He caught my tears with his thumb as he wiped them away and placed them on his lips.

  “I love you Olivia May Thomas and I always will. I’ll never be far baby, always with you. You’ll never leave my heart. You own it Liv, you own all of me. Your beauty will follow me to the ends of the earth” he whispered into me as he placed my hand over his heart.

  He rolled over and took me with him and stroked his fingers gently down my bare back, “You’re the other half of me, Liv. The angel of my soul.”

  We lay there in silence for a long time. I knew that I couldn’t tell him my news then.

  I couldn’t ruin his life like I’d stupidly ruined mine. One mistake would live with me forever, but I knew in those precious moments, laid snuggled in Nate’s chest, that my life, from the instant he left tomorrow, was going to change and I wasn’t going to see Nate again, no matter how much love we had for each other.

  CHAPTER 2

  20 YEARS LATER

  “Matthew” I yelled up the stairs, “will you get out of bed now, you’re gonna make me late on my first day.”

  Turning back to the kitchen when I heard his grumbled reply, I poured more coffee, trying to calm my nerves for my first day at my new job; Personal Assistant to the financial director at NSC Industries.

  I had worked as a secretary for the past 10 years at a small bank but, as a single mum, I was struggling balancing the bills now that my savings had run out.

  I had applied to NSC as a receptionist but was absolutely thrilled when I went for my interview and they informed me that they were also looking for a personal secretary as one had just walked out without giving notice, and left them in a mess.

  The salary was more than twice as much as the receptionists’ job, so I didn’t hesitate in accepting, even though my boss gave me the creeps, but hey! I needed the money badly.

  Matthew came sauntering into the kitchen and flopped into a chair, he was the m
ost laid back 11 year old I’d ever known, and given the hugely terrifying circumstances he was put on this world, I was damn proud of him.

  He was mature and had a wicked sense of humour.

  “Morning” he yawned, “nervous, are we?” he grinned at me.

  “Just a bit” I grimaced.

  “You’ll be great mum, you look very professional by the way” he said glancing at my outfit.

  I had a passion for clothes, along with Haribos and wine and I was constantly hammering my credit card and updating my wardrobe. It was my way of hiding the devastating truth to my life, hiding all the untold secrets and disappointments.

  Today I had chosen to wear a tight pin-striped pencil skirt, that skimmed my knees and a white fitted shirt, accentuating my curvy figure; Very professional.

  Gulping my coffee and whirling round the kitchen trying to clean around Matt, he took the cloth out of my hand and started wiping the worktop. “Sit and drink your cuppa in peace mum, before you have to go” he smiled at me.

  He never ceased to amaze me how grown up he was.

  “Thanks sweetheart,” I said “don’t forget your key when you go cos’ I won’t be back till about six.”

  “Yup” he replied. “I’ll get a sarnie after school. You getting takeaway tonight?” he asked hopefully, looking at me. I Laughed and told him I would pick Chinese up on the way home.

  “Will Erin be home when I get in?” he asked, as he bent to pick up his bag off the floor and grabbed the toast off his plate. “I think she’s home about four but I think she’s seeing Brad tonight, so can you ask her to text me if she’s in for tea, please?”

  Nodding and smiling he bent to kiss me on the cheek, “Good luck, mom” he said “love you.”

  “Love you too, Matt” I shouted to him as he pulled the front door closed behind him.

  Taking a deep breath, I picked up my bag, coat and keys and after checking my hair and make-up in the mirror, I also headed out the door and climbed into my beloved 15 year old mini.

  I had christened her Betty, and Matt always called her ‘Sweaty Betty’ because he claimed it was too small inside and there was no air conditioning, so everybody sweated in it.

  Heading into London’s centre and trying to manoeuvre around numerous bikes and busses, I quickly got worked up.

  The only trouble with working in the city was this reason, and I couldn’t abide the tube, with all the leering men as they tried to cop a feel when you boarded the damn train.

  As I turned into the car park of the huge building that was NSC Industries, my stomach slipped round my ankles and beads of sweat started dotting my brow. I pulled into a parking bay then opened my door and stumbled out nervously.

  Wobbling towards the main reception area on my skyscraper heels, I peeled my head back and lifted my eyes all the way up the enormous, imposing building. I had a feeling of impending doom and pulled myself up to my full height, put my shoulders back and my chest out, as stuttered to myself “This is it Liv, let’s go do it.”

  When I approached the huge building, a big, burly bloke in a sharp black suit opened the immense glass doors for me. “Thanks” I gaped at him in awe of his size. Intimidating was an understatement.

  “No problem, Darlin’ ” he winked at me as I scanned the entire mass of his enormous frame.

  With a sweep of his arms he gestured me into the building and I could feel his eyes following me through the startling, cool lobby as I advanced towards the large, marble reception desk.

  A twenty something sour faced woman behind the desk looked me up and down as I smiled at her. “Olivia Adams to see Mr Peterson, my first day” I grinned at her but the smile slid off my face as she glowered at me.

  She picked up the phone mounted on her desk and punched a few numbers in; looking like she’d been slapped in the face by a wet kipper with a deadly skin condition, she spoke into the handset, “Olivia Adams for Mr Peterson in reception” and replaced the receiver.

  “Please take a seat and someone will be down for you in a short while” she stated and turned on her seat to the computer monitor, dismissing me abruptly.

  As I sat on one of the plush, white leather couches situated in the foyer, I heard my phone’s text message alert and took it out of my bag. Swiping the screen, I saw it was a text from Beth.

  Beth:

  Hey babe, GL 2day, b at urs at 8 with wine

  Love ya xxx

  I smiled as I sent a short reply, thanking her and told her I needed Haribos too, lots of them.

  A middle aged woman dressed in a fitted black trouser suit, sporting a sleek black bob came over to me. Smiling widely she held out her hand, “Miss Adams, Grace Harrison, one of Mr Peterson’s minions” she winked at me.

  It was ‘Mrs Adams’ but I didn’t correct her, realising that it didn’t bother me, in fact it pleased me to think that people here had no knowledge of my past life.

  Deciding I already liked her hugely, I gave her a bright smile and extended my hand “Good morning Miss Harrison, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Call me Grace, please” she said, “and welcome to NSC Industries, I think we’re going to have lots of fun working together. Do you want to follow me and I’ll give you a quick tour on the way up to Mr Peterson’s office?”

  Nodding, I stood and followed her with a bit of a nervous wobble as I took in all the areas she was revealing on our way up.

  On entering the elevator she pressed the 44th floor. “Good Lord” I asked in horror, “how many floors does this building have?” I asked. I’d never learn to navigate my way round alone and knew I’d get lost and end up crying down my phone to Grace to come and rescue me from an unknown location on an unknown floor.

  Because I’d hastily taken the job, and everything had moved so fast once I’d applied, I’d not had time to research NSC Industries, which I was now beginning to regret.

  “50” she replied, smirking at my white, dismayed face “don’t worry sweetie, we all shit ourselves on the first day here, you’ll get used to it.”

  I laughed at her brashness, seeming wrong, such a curse coming from her perfect, glossed lips. A picture of sophistication, she was very down to earth woman, a breath of fresh air in such a stiff, formal environment.

  As we stepped out of the elevator on our floor, I took in the huge reception area, another formal stiff expanse of white leather and abstract art.

  A woman about the same age as me was situated behind a large, marble desk in the centre. She was a little hippy-ish with flowing curly blonde hair and a sweeping floral dress but she looked like she was made for the fashion statement, which I doubted many females could carry off like she did.

  She looked up and gave me a small wave, “Hi, I’m Leah” she declared. “I’m looking forward to coffee, gossip and lots of calorie consuming with you” she beamed.

  I beamed back. “Absolutely!” I returned, “I have a passion for all three.”

  “Good Girl, you’re gonna fit in fine here” she giggled back.

  I turned back to look back at the room and noticed it was a hexagon shape with other equally large areas branching out on each wall.

  Grace pointed to each of the regions, informing me what each branch was. “Wages, general administration, server rooms , conference rooms and in the fourth area there’s the restrooms, showers and what we call the snap room… kettle, fridge, microwave and so on” she grinned, “but we’re through here” she gestured towards the fifth zone.

  She walked across to the other reception room that I was going to be working in; there were two large desks, a waiting area and an enclosed office at the back of the room.

  “This is your work space, Olivia” she pointed at one of the two desks “and I’m just over there, so if you’ve any worries or questions just bellow at me. Let’s get you through to Mr Peterson now” she said somewhat glumly as she approached the office and knocked lightly.

  “Come in, Grace” a voice sang through the door, “I hope you’ve brough
t our new recruit with you, I’m sooo looking forward to meeting her again.”

  Grace opened the door and as soon as she entered the office I noticed her disposition alter slightly. Her back straightened, her chin elevated and the strain poured out of her in masses.

  Frowning at her slightly I followed her in and was greeted by Mr Peterson, striding towards me with his hand outstretched and what looked like a sneer across his lips.

  His eyes travelled from my hair all the way down to my shoes and back up slowly, pausing at my chest and the glint in them told me exactly what he thought of my appearance.

  Jesus, another one!

  I hoped I could handle him and keep him at a distance. He grabbed my hand in his and placed a rather wet, inappropriate kiss on my cheek.

  Eugh.

  “Miss Adams, I have been eagerly awaiting working with you.”

  I, on the other hand, was really NOT eagerly awaiting working with this man. He was slimy, self-important and gave me the jitters.

  His phone shrilled on his desk, making me and Grace Jump.

  Snatching it from its cradle Peterson bellowed into it, “WHAT?!” he barked, making me flinch as I desperately felt sorry for whoever was on the other end.

  “Mmmm, yes, see to it” he stated sharply to the unseen caller.