Blaze's Second Chance (The Sinclair Men)
By: Sam CrescentBlaze knew he should have called her through the holidays, tried to talk to her about what would happen. He’d been a fucking coward, and he was paying the price for his deceit.
“You’re sorry? You used me knowing that you wouldn’t have to do anything about it. What was I? A pity fuck? Fuck the fat girl before going on to your wedded life,” Cassie snarled. The tears were a constant stream down her face. She didn’t seem to care about the attention they were creating.
“I’m sorry,” he said once again.
“I don’t want to hear this.”
His chest hurt, and he wanted to fold her in his arms, to swear it had nothing to do with her. He was the bastard who’d taken what he wanted.
“Cassie, please, let’s go inside and talk about this.” He took her arm, but she yanked it away as if his touch physically hurt her.
“Don’t touch me.” She glared at him. He saw the anger flash in her eyes. Blaze wanted to see the anger rather than the hurt he’d caused. “Please leave me alone.”
Blaze stayed where he was preparing to pounce. What could he do? He backed away. There was no point trying to talk. Cassie was hurting, and he’d been the cause. “I’ll see you in my office when I get back.” He waited until she nodded, and he stood on the street and watched her walk away.
Blaze spent the next few hours waiting in his office. All work pushed aside, he couldn’t concentrate on work, and he didn’t care for it either. Not while he thought about Cassie and the pain he caused. Francesca had long gone. She was away now spending his money to create the wonderful wedding for the happy couple.
“Margaret, has Cassie Walker returned yet?” he asked his secretary over the intercom. He listened as she made enquires.
“No, sir. No signs of her either. They seem quite concerned.”
“Thank you, tell them not to worry. Miss Walker informed me she would be a while.”
“Okay, sir, will do.”
Blaze sat back in his seat. His hand rubbed along his desk where a few weeks before Cassie had been spread out and screaming out her release. She’d taken every inch of his hard cock into the depths of her gorgeous tight pussy. He put his head into his hands. He’d really made a mess of things.
A knock at the door made him bolt upright.
“Come in,” he called. In the few seconds it took for the person to open the door, he prayed it was Cassie. His heart dropped.
“What do you want?” he snarled at his brother.
“Well, I thought I’d come and give this to you.” Chris held up a plain white envelope.
Blaze got up from his seat and went round to perch on the other side of the desk. He took the envelope from his brother. He read the contents.
“What the hell is this? Some kind of a joke?” Blaze threw the paper back at him.
“Miss Walker left my office an hour ago. Her resignation was effective immediately,” Chris said, picking up the letter.
“No one has seen her,” Blaze said. She’d promised to go to him.
“That is because she asked to meet me, and I snuck her into my office. After everything I’ve heard it was the only thing I could do to help a woman’s bleeding heart.” Chris neatly packed the letter back into the envelope.
“She’d nowhere else to go,” Blaze mumbled to himself. Every other manager and director had been against hiring her. At least Chris would give her what she needed to make her way in the world.
“I made sure she did,” Chris said.
“You found her a new place to work?”
“The woman was upset. She wanted out, and instead of her leaving without references I gave them to her, plus my word that she’d be taken care of.” Chris frowned at him. “You know I said Christmas was a time to start something new. To open your heart and mind. I didn’t mean to fuck a woman while you’d got another woman pregnant and intended to marry her. Cassie didn’t deserve this kind of treatment,” Chris said.
Blaze glared at his brother. He’d no intention of going after Cassie. After the call Francesca made and the revelations, along with Cassie showing up at his office, he’d been too weak to resist.
“It just happened.” The excuse was lame even to himself.
