James Wesley (Daredevil AU) - Chapter 2
“Good morning Ms. Castle.”
You nodded, walking past the front desk as you headed straight for your office. The second you were inside you dropped your items on the couch as you sighed heavily.
Closing your eyes, you tried to get a grip.
“The man that let you go is a fool. I won’t make that mistake.”
Those words had been whispered as he thrusted into you from behind. With a shuddering breath, you shook your head, trying to clear your mind.
“It was a mistake, that was a mistake.”
After the many waves of pleasure had passed, you woke the next morning and snuck out of there. You were almost relieved when your things were on the table in his hotel. You were positive that neither of you had grabbed it, so room service must have brought it in at some point.
No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t seem to forget any of it. It was useless. The only reprieve you have is the fact that you’ll probably never see him again.
The knock on your door was a good distraction, your coworker walking inside. From the looks of it she had something juicy to tell you.
“Just a heads up, I heard we’re getting new management. Some big shot just bought the paper.”
As long as your job stayed intact you didn’t care which rich guy bought it.
The press company you work for is popular, so it’s not that unexpected.
“Word is he’s an uptight celibit.”
You raised a brow and your co-worker laughed.
“I’m serious. His name is James Wesley. All the guy does is work and make millions apparently.”
The look she wears shows that she’s gonna dig deeper.
You just sip your coffee.
“I’ll be working on my article if you need anything. Don’t let Andy catch you gossiping.” You poke. She giggled.
“No promises!”
She called scurrying off.
At least you have entertainment to keep your mind off your troubles for a while.
The rest of your morning was a bit laid back.
When you were all called in to meet the new owner, you couldn’t deny that you were intrigued. According to your boss, he was busy, so he would only have time to meet with a few of the higher publishers.
You knew your name would be on that list, so you were comfortably completing your latest article as you resided in your office contemplating your night of questionable choices.
The knock broke that train of thought.
“Come in.”
You didn’t look up, not until the door closed. Your supervisor was standing there with a smile on his face and your body went stiff at the man next to him. That very same stare as last night was directed at you. Yet you can see hints of surprise written on his face.
You had about five seconds to school your features and get your shit together.
You stood, moving to offer as much professionalism as you could muster given the circumstances. You stayed close to your desk, a bit afraid to get too close.
“This is (Y/N) Castle. Our last stop. If you need anything else please let me know Mr. Wesley.”
He nodded at your boss who excused himself with a look that said put your game face on. The door shutting felt like a cold shower. Of course out of all the men in this damn city you could have had a one night stand with, it had to be some rich entrepreneur.
“I..”
Words wouldn’t form. He didn’t really say anything either, just stood there, watching you like he’d done that night, almost like he could read everything. Your thoughts, panic. He pushed up his glasses, finally moving over. The closer he got the faster your heart rate went.
He stopped when he was right in front of you, and when he gently touched your cheek, you could feel yourself almost leaning into it.
“I thought it was the alcohol, but you really don’t know who I am?”
His thumb brushes your lower lip and you swallow. In all honesty, you have no idea who this man is. You’re not some oblivious fool, after all you’re paid to have answers to questions, but you couldn’t place his face at all and you’d only learned his name this morning.
“I-”
He kissed you and you squeaked when he pushed you against the desk. Your hands dropped onto the surface, shocked, panicked, aroused…
The last thing you should be doing is this. It’s clear that he’s an influential man. Everything about him screams danger, and now learning that he’s some freaking billionaire, you should be running in the opposite direction, but every brush of his lips makes you want to melt.
The delicate touch against your back has you submitting, and when he finally pulls away, you let out a staggered breath. Your eyes are closed, and his lips move to your cheek, then down to your jaw, against your neck.
Your hands grab at his suit.
“W-We can’t be doing this you’re..”
He’s..
“Y-You’re the boss I-”
He nips at your ear and your mind is gone. You really should have educated yourself on who the hell this man was, maybe if you’d recognized him the first time around he would have lost interest and you wouldn’t be fighting between your mind and your body right now.
You have enough on your plate. Messing around with this guy is going to ruin you. You're not sure you can handle another heartbreak right now. You whimper, lightly pressing against his chest
“P-Please..”
You expect resistance, but he moves back almost immediately at the plea and when he sees the conflict on your face, his hands move off your body.
“I apologize.”
It takes a few seconds for him to get back into that professional persona and you’re still trying to gather yourself, thankful for the support of the desk.
This time you can’t blame the alcohol for any bad decisions.
You’re a journalist for goodness sake. This entire situation is like every newspaper front cover you’d ever read.
“If..If this ever got out it would be messy.”
“So you don’t want me.”
You can’t believe he would even ask such a ridiculous question. You’ve already established that sex with this man is absolutely mind blowing. Add the status and his nerdy/secret undercover criminal energy, you’d be an idiot to say that you aren’t interested.
But as it stands you need to figure out the situation with your lease, sort out the fallout of your break up and complete your article piece before the end of the week.
You have more than enough on your plate. Adding more to that would be a mistake, especially since everything about this man feels so dangerously mysterious.
“I can’t want you. I can’t want this. I know I’m some kind of experiment for you. You’re some pent up stick in the mud and you’re looking for a high. I’m..I have my own shit to deal with and I can’t risk losing this job.”
It’s the only thing keeping you afloat right now. Both mentally and literally.
“You never answered my question.”
Your look of disbelief must be amusing.
He takes a step forward.
“Do you want me?”
This time it’s said much lower and you clench your fist. Maybe if you’re honest it’ll make breaking this all off easier.
“I want you.”
You confess.
“I want you so much I’m going crazy! All I’ve been able to think about today is last night. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind..”
You look a bit desperate.
“So you’re right, I want you, but I need this job.”
“Understood.”
Your brows furrow.
“What does that mean? Understood.”
“I won’t approach you again. This is your decision. You want me, that’s all I need to know.”
For a moment you think he’s joking, but he says nothing more, straightening his jacket as he walks out.
“Shit..”
You’re screwed in every sense of the word.
