After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 80

GABRIEL

"Mr. Stark?" Audrey placed a coffee down my desk two weeks later. Typically, I could just ask HR to reassign her, but I didn't, even though looking at her made my blood boil.

I kept myself in control around her—to refrain myself from staring at her too long, but I couldn't help being more contemptuous than ever. I made her responsible for my twice-a-day cup of coffee, demanded that she rearrange every fucking paper I had in my filing drawers, even if it was unnecessary, re-do every assignment and proposal at least five times. Whenever she asked for my help, I simply answered her with ‘I'm busy.'

She never seemed offended or dismayed by my cruelness, which made me even angrier. I even asked her to run to a bookstore three hours away from the office, but along the way, I asked her to come back, telling her I didn't need the book anyway. She came back to my office with a smile on her face. She even asked me if I still needed something before she left.

I thought having her work for me and seeing her snap under pressure would make her come back to her senses and finally admit that she was Audrey, so I could kick her out in the most painful way. But she didn't recognize me. And she still was unknowingly turning me on.  

Especially today.

As I picked up my coffee, I saw her nipples poking through the fabrics of her white dress. It was so thin I could see the seam of her lace panties. I noticed she was slowly changing how she dressed, but her clothing was still nothing close to the expensive way people dressed in my office. However, her perfect curves were enough to overlook the quality of her outfit. I couldn't understand why she couldn't wear something more decent or more corporate. Her family was literally the wealthiest back in town. I couldn't help but think that something had happened to her.

"Mr. Stark?" she asked again.

"Yes, Ms. Hopkins?"

"I have an important appointment this afternoon—" she paused nervously, "—so I was wondering if you would allow me to go home early today?"

"No."

She sighed. "I really need to be at this appointment."

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh, I don't care. Go back to your desk. Now."

Her shoulders fell. "With all due respect Mr. Stark, I really need to be there," she swallowed hard. "It's pretty important. I'm going to meet someone important—"

"I don't care about your appointment. Didn't HR tell you you have to give prior notice before you take an under time?"

"Yes," she replied, almost out of breath, "It's an emergency."

"Go back to work, Ms. Hopkins."

"Please, I really need to go," she was already on the verge of crying.

I gritted my teeth. Who was that person so important that she had to leave work? "Tell that person to wait until five and wipe out that face. I don't want the people to see you crying coming out of my office. Now get out!" I commanded.

She stared at me, wiping the tears away. "I'm going to ask Mr. Jameson if I can leave early," she turned around and stepped out of the door.

What the fuck? "Excuse me? What did you just say?"

She ignored me and continued to walk as fast as possible towards the door. Before she could step out, I spun her around and slammed the door close.

"Tell that to my fucking face again. Rebelliousness isn't my thing, Ms. Hopkins."

I lifted her dress and slipped my hand into the crotch of her panties, pulling the lace with my fingers, and then I slowly plunged a finger deep into her pussy.

"Oooh…" he moaned, making me kiss her again, then I tore my mouth away.

"You don't fucking want me to get mad, Audrey," I said, then I slipped another finger in. She bit her lip hard, closing her eyes.

She was soaking wet, and as much as I wanted to fuck her senseless against my wall, I backed away from her.

"Get out now."

"What?" she breathed out, her eyes filled with confusion and dry tears.

"Go to your important appointment."

"But Mr. Stark…"

"Get the hell out of my office before I change my mind." I pulled the hem of her dress down and reached for the door. "Go."

She didn't hesitate and marched out of my office. As soon as she disappeared, I knew this setup wasn't going to work. I thought I could torment her the way she made me suffer, make her beg for forgiveness and pay for her sins, but I knew too damned well that I was the one who was being tortured. I was making myself believe I wanted her to feel the pain I'd been through, but that as much as I detested her, I still wanted her.

No, I shouldn't forget what she did to me, sexy ass mouth or not. I needed to make her pay for her and her family's sins. I just needed to figure out how.