The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 40

Bobbie entered the office and leaned against the side of the opened French doors while she watched with a small smile the scene in front of her. It had been two hours since he’d stomped down to the basement with the kids and the kids other than to race up occasionally to go to the bathroom, all appeared to be content with playing in the basement, for now.

Olivier was working in a tiny corner of his oversized desk, his laptop on the edge, while the five kids commandeered his space and were all standing around the rest of the desk coloring pictures chatting up a storm. How he was getting any work done was beyond her.

Max noticed her first and he waved exuberantly, “Mom, mom, look, dad is letting us work in his office with him.”

“I see you,” she smiled at him. “Meri made lunch.”

Max’s eyes grew wide, “she did?”

“Yes. Something called a po’boy sandwich.” She grinned as Olivier’s head snapped up. She motioned to him, and the kids looked at him, “your dad knows what it is.”

“Did she really?” Olivier asked as if he were already salivating.

“She did.”

“What is it?”

“If mamaw made it,” he was already standing up, “then it’s fried shrimp on a white crusty French loaf with shredded cabbage and mayo and it’s the best thing in the world. It’s what she would make me when she knew I was upset, or she was breaking bad news to me.” He sat back down as he realized his words and stared accusingly at Bobbie, “what is going on?” He folded his hands in a steeple over his chest, his dark eyes narrowed and intense.

She chuckled at his astute observation, “kids, go wash up. She made French fries to go with it.” As the kids squealed with delight and raced past her through the opening to the office and up the steps in a rush. She stepped into the office and closed the doors behind her.

She stood over the desk and looked at the pictures the kids had been coloring. “They colored up a storm.” She held up a page Ollie had signed her name on and then the one Max had colored. Even their art was polar opposite to each other. Ollie’s coloring was rushed, outside the lines, added details of multi-colored hearts and stars punctuated her inability to reign in her creativity. Max’s on the other hand was studiously done. Not an iota outside the line, all the colors in the spots where they should be. Where Ollie had colored her dog green, Max had colored a tree with the perfect shade of green for the leaves and brown for the tree bark.

She found herself pulled around the corner and seated on Olivier’s lap sideways.

“You’re dodging my question.”

“I’m admiring my children’s art.”

“You can put it on the fridge with the other countless drawings up there.” He retorted with a smug smirk, “why did my mother make me a po’boy.” At her opened mouth he put his finger to her lips, “and before you say it wasn’t for me, I know my mother better than you do, no matter how much she’s been sharing with you this week. She makes them to butter me up. What is she doing?”

“She’s going home with Fiona.” Bobbie spit out quietly. “We talked about it upstairs and she’s going to go stay with Fiona and Walt and the girls for a bit. Fiona and Walt made it clear to your dad if he caused a scene in front of the kids, they would call Gael in to deal with it but for now, with all the craziness going on, it’s safer for her to go home.”

“She needs to go home sometime,” he gave a sad smile, “but I admit I had hoped she’d stay a bit longer. I haven’t had as much time with her as I used to have. I’ve missed her. She and I have had some great chats since we’ve been here.”

She twiddled with a button on his open collar and didn’t meet his eyes. “Everly said there wasn’t a single reporter at her workplace. It seems they’re all here to stalk you.”

“Good.” He pulled a length of her hair over her shoulder and let it run through his fingertips.

She felt his knuckles drag along her breast as he placed her hair down her chest and then played with her hair more. “You’re stressed,” she said quietly. “I remember one day back then you had spent an entire afternoon just playing with my hair. I thought maybe you had been stressed but now I know it is. Talk to me Olivier.”

“I want to put the three of you in a bubble,” he gave an exasperated breath. “I want to hide you away from the rest of the world and not ever let anyone know of your existence.”

“Are you embarrassed by us?” Bobbie felt the words spill from her mouth before she could stop them.

“f**k no,” he responded bluntly to her question. “I’m proud of you. My family and my closest friends, I would show you off without the slightest hesitation. I’m even excited for you to meet Gael just to watch you put the old codger in his place and for Ollie to tell him to stuff it when he complains she wears jeans.”

“Then what is it?”

“Keeping you safe. I believed we could keep it handled and release the information to the press on our own. I foolishly believed I could control the narrative. Instead, it’s a PR nightmare. Riggs has had to bring in a team we use at the casino, and they’re not used to working with as much finesse as Riggs would like.” He was twisting her hair in his fingertips, “the guy who was flying the drone is now looking for a million-dollar payday for the punch he took to the nose.”

“Ouch,” she twisted her lips. “Is it wrong I’m happy he got his nose busted?”

“Who said anything about busted?” Olivier frowned at her.

“Riggs did,” she shrugged and looked away to the photo of her with the kids in the hammock. “He came in for a minute and Fiona asked him what happened to the guy who owned the drone. He said a busted nose.”

“My guys offered to reset it for him,” his smirk was cold.

She patted his chest, “so I heard.”

“I cannot describe the feeling of panic I had to sit here,” he waved to the monitor, “and hear the alarm being triggered from something crossing the security boundary and then see that flying disc come over the back fence through the trees. I think I jumped the desk. All I could think of was they didn’t ask for this. You didn’t ask for this. It’s one more thing, one more way, I’m messing their lives up.”

“Olivier, you didn’t invite the guy to fly his drone.”

“No, but I could have better handled the release of this information. Riggs warned me someone from the field might recognize me, but I arrogantly assumed nobody would begin to place me at a kids’ sporting event. I just wanted to be there. I’ve been too busy doing damage-control with you and not focusing on their safety.”

“Damage-control? Is this what you call what we’ve been doing?” she started to pull away from him.

“It’s not what I meant.” He pulled her tight to him, his hands wrapping around her h**s to keep her on his lap. “I only meant to say I’ve been more concerned about fixing the immediate problem between us I have forgotten about all the other logistical issues I should have dealt with.”

“Now we’re a problem you had to fix?”

“Are you deliberately antagonizing me?” he cursed under his breath as he sighed. “You know what I meant. Jesus. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a lawyer or something.”

She grinned and rested her forehead to his. “You caught me.”

“What are you doing Bobby?”

“Olivier, let’s just go have lunch with your mom and Fiona and the girls and then go from there.”

“I need to sort this out. I need to sort out how to keep three kids and four adults safe in a wide-open backyard with regular size fencing in a world where reporters now use drones.”

“Or” she plucked an imaginary piece of lint off his t-shirt suddenly unable to meet his frustrated gaze, “we could do as Riggs suggested and go to your island.”

He gave a loud sigh, “is it why Riggs came into the house? To guilt you?”

“No,” she shook her head, “he came in the house at my request because after talking to Meri, Everly, Prue, Fiona and Grady, we all agree, the only one who is fixated on not disrupting us any more than we already are, Olivier, is you.”

“Bobbie, you have work.”

“I’m actually owed six weeks of vacation because I didn’t use two from last year. They had to carry over. I work from home. The kids and I don’t have a crazy exorbitant lifestyle and I never replace ways to use my days up. My two weeks in Houston was work, not vacation and even the three days we were in the cabin, Grady had me working on a project using his satellite phone.”

“Max has his camping this weekend.”

“There are six more overnight camping trips between July and December. I’m sure he’ll survive missing one.”

“Ollie’s head. She has a wound and a concussion. Flying could be dangerous”

“I called her doctor already. She could get some mild headaches from flying and maybe some tinnitus but considering how I watched her earlier slide down her fireman’s pole with ease, she’s not suffering too much with the concussion. He suggested a motion sickness tablet, but the doctor’s biggest concern was getting sand in her wound, and he suggested she could wear a swim cap on the beach but at the same time he said the salinity in the water might not be bad either after a couple of days for her wound.”

“They haven’t been away from Lark,” he threw another protest.

“Yes, they have. Grady and Everly do a weeklong trip with Grady’s father every spring. He’s a real estate mogul in Houston. He and Prue hate each other deeply and his relationship with Grady is a bit strained. To compromise on how little, he gets to see of Lark he takes them away every Spring and then they do a couple weekends throughout the year to see him in Waco, which is where his dad was originally from.”

“It feels like we’re running away from a problem.”

Bobbie wondered when he would run out of excuses. “We are,” Bobbie admitted freely. “We are following the advice of our security specialists who know better how to keep us safe than we do. You pay Riggs a stupid amount of money to do his job, Olivier. The least you can do is trust the guy who is being paid to keep us safe to do his job well. If he’s telling us, based on his experience, his research, and his opinion he feels it’s safest for us to haul a*s, then we should be hauling a*s.”

At his frown she pushed her fingers against his eyebrows and smooshed them straight, “you look like Max when he’s pissy. Stop.”

He smacked her hands away. “You want to just uproot the kids in the middle of their summer vacation?”

“To take them to the Bahamas to a private island where paparazzi can’t get to them? s**t yeah. Let’s give Riggs and his team a way to sort out our security issues without having to build a fortress wall around the house like a compound.” She saw his eyes flick to hers in surprise, “yes, he told me you questioned the feasibility of building twenty feet walls around our houses.”

“I wasn’t serious.” It was his turn to look away sheepishly.

“Your mother reminded us how weird you are,” she teased him and tapped his cheek playfully when he growled at her. “Olivier, it’s all set up.”

“What is?” he frowned again.

“Lunch is upstairs. Po’boy and fries. Your mom and Fiona helped me pack our stuff. Riggs arranged our flight. Melisandre has already arranged for whoever you have taking care of the island have it ready for when we arrive. It’s a done deal, Olivier. We’re going to the Bahamas to ride out the wave of this foolishness.”

“You just made this decision without me?”

“Why not? You made the decision not to go without consulting me. If you can make arbitrary decisions without my input, I should be able to do the same,” she didn’t back down from him. Her blue eyes glinted icily as if daring him to tell her she couldn’t.

He gave a loud sigh and moved back to playing with her hair. “Bobbie. Are you sure?”

“Are you kidding? A private island in the Bahamas? I’m all in. Sand. Surf. Sun.” She moved to straddle him in the chair, “and,” she rested her elbows on his shoulders. She was leaning over him in the chair, “and once the kids go to bed, there will be nothing for us to do.” She tapped her chin with her fingernail, “I wonder what we’ll do to kill time? Perhaps play chess?”

He laughed at her words, “you know if we do this, the little cockblock is coming with us.”

“He has to sleep eventually.”

“Last night I woke up with his feet in my face.”

“He does move around a lot.” Bobbie chuckled at his comment.

“Are you certain you’re agreeable to this?”

“Olivier, fairly sure I’m the one who planned the whole damn thing. I’m going on vacation where I won’t access the internet and read another story where I’m a gold-digging w***e who has been blackmailing you over your secret lovechildren.”

“Stay off the internet,” he reprimanded sharply.

“Curiosity got the better of me. I was ugly crying when running with you to the car to take her to the hospital. It wasn’t a good look.” She grimaced distastefully.

He chuckled, “you avoided looking me up on the internet for nine years. I’m going to ask you refrain from doing it now as well. The stories are going to be more absurd and insulting.”

“Wait until Bernard releases the NDA,” she whispered suddenly angry.

“Hey,” he glared up at her, tapping her bottom with an open palm. “I don’t want to hear such things again. Gael will replace the documents. I’m not worried.”

“Olivier,” she protested.

“Chérie, I am certain you are not straddled on me in this chair with the sole purpose of conversation.” He adjusted his h**s under hers and smirked when her breath sucked in deeply.

“True, I thought we could have quick make-out session since everyone is upstairs.” She wrapped her arms around his neck when he kissed the bare skin at the v of her t-shirt.

“Did you now?” he ran his tongue along her skin.

“Mm-hmm,” she leaned her head backwards to allow him to press open k****s to her skin. “Everyone is eating and there’s no way Max is walking away from a French fry.”

His fingers dug into her hair, and he pulled her head forward, his lips hungrily claiming hers. She m****d into his mouth, letting her h**s grind against his. She could feel his length hardening under her and she was lost in his hot k**s, his tongue dueling with hers.

She couldn’t get close enough as his lips sucked and his teeth nipped hers, their noses clashing as their heads slipped side to side. The chair beneath them creaked under the adjusting weight of their bodies. One of Olivier’s hands escaped her hair, and he palmed her breast, squeezing her tightly as she rotated her h**s against his pelvis. Who knew dry humping her guy in an office chair could feel so good? Bobbie was on fire. God, she wanted him, and she sucked his bottom l*p hungrily her fingers shoved deep into his thick hair.

The high pitch of Meri’s girly voice calling Olivier’s name down the stairs made him hiss in frustration as startled they jumped apart. He cursed a string of words in French as she buried her head in his shoulder panting heavily and giggling like a teenager who’d nearly been caught by her parents.

“We are absolutely going to my island. I’ll only have to contend with one cockblock not an entire houseful.”

She pressed a warm k**s to his neck, “come on then.” She chuckled as Meri yelled his shrimp were getting cold. “I wouldn’t call it a shrimp but it’s probably turning blue.”

He swatted her a*s as she climbed off the chair. “Sassy.”

She leaned over him and kissed his mouth lingeringly one last time, “let’s go. I haven’t had a po’boy since you took me to the fair nine years ago.”

“Really? If my memory serves me correct, we ate a lot of greasy food that day.”

“We did. You ate a bunch of donuts at the fair, brought two bags home and ate those in the bed.”

“I licked the sugar off you.”

She giggled as she tugged him out of the chair and pulled him up the stairs towards the loud excited laughter. She caught her breath when he spun her at the bottom of the stairs and pressed her against the wall. She flicked a glance up the stairs to make sure nobody was looking. “Olivier.”

“We’re going to the Bahamas.” He pressed his body tight against hers, “pack bikinis for daytime, silk for nighttime.” He kissed her again hard on the lips. “You won’t need underwear.”

“We’ll have children with us.”

“As you said, they’ll sleep sometime. I’m going to f**k you in the sand.”

Her eyes widened at the hot words he whispered in her ear, and she wriggled against him. “Olivier!”

“I’m going to make you c*m while you’re under me, looking at the stars, with the sound of the ocean at your feet.” He nuzzled her neck.

“f**k,” she whispered back as she kept her eyes trained on the open door at the top of the stairs.

“Chérie, we’ll be doing this and so much more. I’m now imagining all the things I’ll be able to do on an island in the middle of the Atlantic.”

“Our kids will be there,” she reminded him and giggled as she pushed his chest backward, but he was growly and nipping her neck playfully. “We can’t just leave them unattended in the house.”

“Did Riggs not mention?” At her frown he grinned, “the only way onto the island is by boat. There is nobody else on the island. I have a crew who drops off supplies, but I literally go there to be alone. It will just be the four of us. So, when the children are sleeping, mommy and daddy are going to play.” His eyes were dark and playful, and he watched with delight as a shiver ran down her spine. He leaned closer and whispered one last time, “also, you owe me at least four swear jars full of blowjobs. I’m going to collect.”

He released her from the wall just as his mother poked her head back through the door.

“There you are. You better get up here before Riggs and Henri eat your share.”

“We’re coming,” Bobbie breathed as she pushed past him to climb the stairs.

“Not yet, but I promise you, by nightfall, you will be.” His words were a promise in her ear as he chased her up the stairs.

Bobbie had never been so excited for a trip in her life.