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Jason POV

I rolled over and stretched my arm across the bed, reaching for something. When my fingers encountered only cool, smooth sheets, my eyes opened, and I stared at the ceiling, waiting for my brain to come back online.

What had I been reaching for?

Rolling over, I caught sight of the indented pillow.

I had no idea what time it was, and I didn't have a clock in the bedroom.
I didn't have to check the time to know she was gone. The suite felt too empty.

Fuck.

And her pussy. At the thought of her pussy, my mouth watered and my cock came to full attention.

God damn, she'd had the tightest, sweetest pussy I'd fucked in as long as I could remember. The way she came for me, so easily, her cunt scalding hot and clenching down on my cock as she'd screamed.

Fuck.

Irritation flooded through me, and I dragged myself out of bed and headed for the shower, half-hoping I'd turn out to be wrong and she'd still be around somewhere.

When I emerged from the shower to the scent of freshly brewed coffee, I was a little embarrassed at the surge of eagerness in my chest.

I can't believe she left, Violet really left me and thought that this was a mistake.

But, it wasn't, it wasn't a mistake and I wanted another round.

I want more of Violet and her sexy- hourglass body, bubble butt, tight pussy of hers.

She wasn't here, and I was so alone back to square one where I had to be.

[ one week later...]

My mind was filled with thoughts of her body as I tried to prepare before the meeting. That was fine if Violet wanted to keep her distance or if I was some sort of a distraction to her or whatever.

But a mistake? Hardly.

I was never a mistake for women.

They might have been a mistake to me, but I was never a mistake in their book. I treated them right, was attentive to their needs, kept tabs on their reactions in bed so I knew exactly what to give them, and made sure they were taken care of.

And Violet was no different.

I had a meeting to prepare for, but I couldn't get our encounter off my mind. Violet Johnson, the finest black woman I ever laid my wants to was extraordinary in bed. Small kisses and fluttering licks were all it took to diminish her to a gasping mess.

It was disappointing, to say the least. I wanted her to open back up to me. I couldn't just forget what had happened between us, no matter how much distance she wanted. What we shared was special.

I prepared myself for the meeting as Violet stood in the middle of the boardroom. She was dressed in a pencil skirt with a button-down blouse that was tucked and smoothed out.

Her heels were tasteful, and her hair was up in a bun. She was the perfect vision of what a professional personal assistant would look like.

''Good evening everyone,'' I said, stepping to the boardroom.

''Good evening,'' everyone said back to me except Violet.

I cleared my throat. ''We have a special guest today, my good friend Ulysses Bernard who I met back in London during the fashion week.

He's here to provide us with his brand, it's a clothing line, the marketing deals and so forth, please give your undivided attention to him and if you have any questions feel free to ask.''

I passed down to Ulysees and gave him a firm handshake before sitting down on my chair.

''Thank you, everyone, for your time, I really do appreciate it,'' he said.

She was cold and kept her distance most of the day. The meeting was boring, and instead of sitting next to me, she sat in the corner along with the rest of the committee at the meeting. She took notes and scanned the room, and occasionally, her eyes would catch mine.

But before I could so much as a grin, she placed her head down and continued to take her notes.

An hour passed and the meeting was over with everyone's questions and answers to Ulysses. Everyone went back to their offices as I was stuck with Ulysses with a final goodbye.

''Thank you, Jason, you know, I'm really glad you did that for me, you kept your word.''

''When it comes to business, I always do.''

He chuckled. ''See you in a few weeks.''

''You to my man,'' I said patting his back as he left my office and Violet came in with a file on her hand.

I sighed and nervously smiled at her. She did a quick half-smile and clears her throat handing me over a file that I needed to sign.

''-- Also you have a call by four with Manuel Ortiz, the jeweler from Cartier,'' she said. Her voice was soft, as usual, but the tone of her voice seemed she didn't even want to talk to me.

Which puts me in a displeased mood.

''Okay.'' I sighed. ''Violet, I think we should talk.''

''I don't think so.''

''Violet...''

''-- I have to go Mr.Vella, I'll email you those copies of my notes from the meeting. Bye.''

She left without even looking at me.

I hated this. I hated this so fucking much because I wanted to talk to her about sex. It was incredible and I wanted to tell her that I wasn't going to say anything, that I was going to keep it casual between us.

I know she wants me as much as I want her but she's fighting it and it's starting to get annoying.

Sleeping together wasn't a mistake. The standard I would hold her to if this was going to continue distraction-free, even if I was nothing but a mistake to her.

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Violet POV

There was tension between us, that was for sure.

The meeting was a great example.

Deep down, he wasn't any different from any other playboy who tried to get what he wanted with his money. It didn't matter that he hadn't had many partners. It didn't matter that he treated them with whatever respect he felt he had.

But now, I'm having second thoughts and I know I said ''what I said'' but I can't stand the fact that he's so fucking handsome.

I was craving for his deep six-pack v-line, juicy pink lips, honey eyes self so bad over the week. I wanted more and I hated myself for telling him it was a mistake.

It wasn't.

I said it because for obvious reasons, he's my boss, I'm his personal assistant, and in the contract, it literally says that it was a violation of that.

I should've gotten suspended and paid for my time if I were, to be honest. I couldn't believe he didn't do it, I thought he would but he seemed to not care at all whatsoever.
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I was in the main lobby giving Nora, the receptionist Jason's calling list for tomorrow.

''That's all I have,'' I said to her.

''Thank you, my love.''

Coming in, a black woman, at the same height as me, with a bob-cut hairstyle, walked through the doors and walks over to where I was standing.

She took off her sunglasses and smiled at me and Nora.

''Um, May I help you?'' I asked.

''I'm looking for Jason, Jason Vella is he around right now?''

''Who are you?''

''I'm Sasha Woods.''

I arched my brows and studied her slowly. I turned my head to Nora who bends over to me and whispered to my ear ''That's Jason's ex-girlfriend.''