Knox
I am fucking broken.
Two weeks ago, my entire world crumbled at once. For all my knowledge on how to repair things, how to rehab the worst of the worst hotels, I have no fucking clue how to put my life back together again.
Ora, a woman I never even laid a finger on, shattered my world in one night.
All my fears about those women I fucked and filmed, fucked and photographed, fucked and forgot were for nothing. None of them had it out to ruin me because I never wanted them. All those women got just what they wanted: one night with my cock. Bonus: some got photos or video as parting gifts.
Good enough for them.
Ora wanted it all. I never even saw her coming.
Over a year ago, Ora came on board as my assistant. I hated her voice, how disorganized she was and how slutty she looked at the office. I handed her off to Taylor. Who, like an idiot, fell for her tits out, ass up routine. Should be enough that she got her filthy talons into my best friend and partner good and deep.
After I fired her, I thought we were in the clear. I was so fucking wrong.
All I did was unleash the beast.
“You fucked Ora?”Taylor stormed into my place after I kicked Ora out, just before I went after my girl.
My fucking girl.
Earthy mother fucking Ella was broken after hearing a clearly pregnant Ora accuse me of fathering her child. Except, I never touched Ora. Not once. Hell, I had not touched another woman besides Ella in months, to be honest. Never wanted to touch another woman once I touched Ella and once she touched me. I was never the same and even now, knew I never would be.
“Didn't touch that whore, Taylor. What the fuck is that bitch up to?”I didn't care about Ora's bullshit which I could disprove easy enough.
What I cared about was my girl walking out of my place naked at three in the morning, fucking broken. I cared about getting to her and setting her straight. Cared about letting her know I would never touch another woman, let alone the way I touched her.
I fucking loved her.
Didn't know how to say it so I tried to show it by giving her everything she needed. I took care of her every day, made sure she ate, made sure she got rest; made sure she came hard and came often. Told her she was mine even when I punished her until she ached. Took everything from her while giving her everything I had.
Took one night, one moment of one night, to chase away the only good thing I ever had.
“Not what she says. Says you got her fucking pregnant, and that's why you fired her. I never fucked her raw, and she claims she's four months pregnant. Been fucking her for less than a month so it ain't mine. Leaves you, man.”Three in the morning and I wanted to go after my girl and my best fucking friend thought I had been fucking his flavor of the month raw.
We almost came to blows because he believed her over me. I get that a woman with some magic pussy can weave some shit over a man—I am proof positive because Ella had me ruined with that sweet as sin pussy between her thick thighs—but Jesus, what a fucking moron. Known Taylor since I was fourteen and he chooses some woman he barely knows outside the bedroom over me? Over our fucking business?
I couldn't get to Ella that night because it was just the start of the shits-how that followed. The next day, I was forced to buy Taylor out since I had controlling shares of the company. Watched my best friend walk away with a snake on his arm who promised me she would take the company from me if it was the last thing she did.
During a long day with my lawyers, it came out that Ora had claimed we'd had an affair that I cut off once she asked for more than my standard offer of one night at a time. I never gave anyone other than Ella more than one night at a time. Ora claimed to know intimate details about me that could prove her accusations. It was then I remembered how I really lost my phone that day at the park.
“Fancy meeting you here, boss.”My after work stroll through the park was no secret to any of KL Hotels's team members.
Ora followed me, flirting shamelessly while I politely ignored her as I always had. Despite a nice body and a pretty face, everything about Ora felt as phony as the tits she paid good money for. Knowing something was brewing between her and Taylor, I blamed my refusal on loyalty to my best friend.
Truth is, Ora never wanted me to say yes that day.
Orchestrating our run-in had been about my fucking phone. Where I had photos, videos, texts and more that Ora could use against me. Everyone at KL Hotels carried the same phone; with the same fancy cases we'd gifted the team. I don't know what her grand plan was, but I figure now switching our phones was a crucial part of it.
Too bad for her, I had two phones, and she took the wrong one.
“Believe we got our phones swapped, Ora.”I had challenged the very next day at the meeting I ultimately fired her at.
Ora turned my work phone over without hesitation. Nothing of use on it. By some weird twist of fate, I managed to lose my personal phone despite her attempts. Spent an entire morning panicked that a snake like Ora had it, but really my sweet, Earthy motherfucking Ella had it the entire time. Somehow Ora knew about the photos and videos though, and now I have to wonder if she and Taylor had worked together all along.
“Looking for Ms. Ella?”A sweet old lady with no less than seven cats surrounding her had called out to me.
