Extra Extra (Working Girl Series Book 1)

  Extra Extra

  Working Girl Series Book 2

  CY Jones

  For my daughter

  Copyright © 2021 CY Jones

  Published by CY Jones

  All rights reserved.

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  Published in the United States of America.

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  Edited By: Dani Black

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  Formatted By: Kassie Morse

  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Wedding

  2. One Night, Oh No

  3. Salon Confessions

  4. It takes one to know one

  5. Confession Time

  6. New York New York

  7. New Beginning

  8. Blackmail

  9. Lost

  10. Sex Kitten Shelly

  11. Unexpected Visitor

  12. Gay Sherlock Holmes

  13. Dinner Invitation

  14. Dinner and Heartbreak

  15. Misery and snotty tissues

  16. Wild Night

  17. Labels

  18. Another Week

  19. Wedding Crashers

  20. Consequences

  21. Taken

  22. Clark Kent versus Bruce Wayne

  23. Five Musketeers

  Epilogue

  Stalker Links

  Books by CY Jones

  Books by The Grim Sisters

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Betrayal Cuts Deep - Brooklyn

  “Right there. Oh, oh, yeah, that’s the spot,” I moan as Andrew’s cock hits me in just the right spot. Sweat drips down his face onto my heated skin as he drives himself deeper inside me while bracing my arms above my head. He’s really giving it his all tonight and I reward him by meeting each of his thrusts head-on.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good. I’m a lucky man,” he hums his praises against my skin before he dips his head and starts to suckle on my breast. Yes, yes he is, but I’m lucky too.

  As lovers go, Andrew Chatworth is more than adequate and I’m lucky to have him. He’s just what every single woman in New York wants while checking off their boxes when looking for a husband. Successful; check. Hot; check. Great in bed; double check. He has ambition and doesn’t strive to be a scrub. Like the song says, Nooo Scrubbs. Most importantly, he’s not a cheater. He’s all mine to do with as I please.

  Andrew and I have been doing this song and dance for over four years now. I met Andrew when I got my first big break in my journalism career by scoring a prestigious position with New York Weekly as an investigative reporter. As the Editor in Chief, he was leagues ahead of me professionally and personally, but somehow, I was able to charm him like a boss because I’m special like that.

  With newspapers quickly becoming obsolete, I had to readjust my career goals so the MBA in journalism I worked so hard for wouldn’t go to waste. I worked my ass off making myself a name in this business as an independent reporter with my own website and a huge ass social media following. I’d constantly be out on the streets, chasing down stories the public has the right to hear, but no one had the balls to investigate. Watergate would have been leaked sooner if I had been around. Just saying. I have a real knack for getting into places I’m not supposed to be, doing whatever I have to do to find the truth. I’d say I’m fearless, but if you were to question my brother, he’d tell you I’m reckless. Whatever it is, that drive got me noticed in both my career and by Andrew.

  “Fuck, baby, I’m about to cum,” he warns, and I move against him in a hurried movement, chasing down my own orgasm.

  I’ve already cum once, when he was eating me out, but Gladis is a greedy heffer. No matter how many times I explode, she’s always looking for more, driving my sex drive up to back-breaking numbers. Andrew is used to this and loves obliging me when he can. He’s like Superman with his two personalities. He even looks like him with his dark hair and sparkling blue eyes. At work, in his expensive suits and glasses, he’s a beast. He's scary and intense, especially when he’s pushing us ants to make our deadlines. It’s when we are intimate a whole other side emerges. He’s like a closet dominant, a real freak in the sheets when pushed, who doesn’t question me when I pull him into a supply closet here or there. Wherever we are, he dominates my pussy, stamping his name all over it with his dick. In his office, he bends me over his desk. After hours, it's on the conference room table. Oh, and there was that one time in the men’s bathroom. Well, you get the picture, he doesn’t mind being adventurous. That’s what makes us the perfect power couple, even though there are still haters out there that claim I’m where I am now because I’m doing him.

  With a roar, he cums, pulling out and jerking his seed on my bare pussy, which sets me off with him. Breathing hard, he collapses beside me with his hand still wrapped around his semi-hard cock. Turning to face him, I run my fingers through his dark, sweaty mane.

  “Are you excited about tomorrow?” he asks.

  “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be? This is my time to shine. To show the boss man what I’m really about. With this scoop, my career will skyrocket. There will not be a single person who doesn’t know my name. No more hearing I’m where I’m at in my career because of you.”

  “I’d thought you’d be nervous, but I should have known better. This is you we’re talking about,” he chuckles.

  “Well, it’s not everyday a reporter gets their hands on this sort of scoop. Can you believe my luck?” I ask full of excitement. “A state senator willing to do a live interview and has proof that his office is mishandling funds and lining their pockets. It’s practically unheard of for a political figure to have a conscience. And he’s a politician through and through. A Republican with a military background, a family man who loves golf, fine dining, and the cherry on top, he's not bad to look at.”

  “Well, you found one and you’re right. Once this story gets out, no one will forget the name of the reporter who did the exclusive interview, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something.”

  “And what’s that?” I ask, raising my brow.

  “Don’t be fooled by him. Like you said, he's a politician through and through. One who wants a presidential candidacy very badly. After doing this, he’ll get his wish and when he does decide to run, he’ll win. By betraying his office, he’s showing the people his loyalty and that he’ll go to bat for the people. It’s a risky move, I’ll give him that. But tell me, darling, after hearing you so passionately describe the senator's attributes, do I need to keep an eye out for him?” he grumbles, moving his hand from his dick to my finger, stroking it possessively. The one wearing the five-carat princess cut engagement ring he gave me last year when he proposed.

  Snuggling closer to him, I rub my nose against his neck. I love it when he feeds my ego. When he gets jealous, it really turns me on. Doing both at the same time is an extra bonus. “You don’t have anything to worry your pretty little head about, Superman. You’re the only man for me.”

  With a growl, he reaches over and grabs me by my hips, settling me over his cock. Fully hard now, my slick channel slides down his length and he wastes no time moving at a punishing pace. Twisting my nipples and hittin
g my g-spot like he’s at target practice. I'm a moaning mess and it doesn't take long for me to sing his tune as I explode, screaming his name. A couple more thrusts of his dick and he follows me into oblivion, buried deep inside me, filling me to the brim with his seed.

  “Fuck, Brooklyn, you’re going to be the death of me."

  “But what a death it’ll be,” I sigh, smiling.

  Andrew moves us so we’re spooning each other. My eyelids start to get heavy as my body relaxes into the firm mattress and the feel of his lips lightly kissing the back of my neck is the last thing I remember before I fall into a sated, blissful sleep.

  The next morning, I’m up early like a kid on Christmas morning. Beating Andrew into the shower, I let the warm water relax my tense muscles. My body is buzzing with excitement, but I’m also nervous. Today, I’ll be meeting with the big wigs. The CEO and all the heads of each department as I pitch my findings. After gaining the company’s support, I’ll be able to schedule a live interview with the senator before making journalistic history and propelling my career to the top. It’s a lot. I’m not a bot, so of course I’m nervous, but at the same time, I love this feeling. It’s what drives me to do what I need to do to get the job done.

  Stepping out of the shower in a cloud of steam, I grab a fluffy towel and quickly dry off before dressing in my new Chanel power suit. It’s sexy and hugs my curves just right, but it also screams ‘I mean business’. While underneath is pure sex kitten with silk thigh high stockings, garter belt, black lacy thong, and matching bra. With my designer heels giving me an extra couple of inches, I feel as confident as I look.

  “Fuck, babe. How am I supposed to concentrate with you looking like that at work?” Andrew gripes behind me. I give him a sassy wink before meeting his heated gaze through the mirror. I know my appearance is on point. My makeup is pure perfection, and for once my hair is cooperating in a long over the shoulder fishtail braid. To fuck with him, I make a show of bending over the counter, sticking my ass out, which I know for a fact looks great in my tight pencil skirt. “Brooklyn,” he growls, stalking over to me like a lion about to pounce on his prey. He pulls me against his hard body and I lift my head, meeting his fiery blue gaze head on. He’s also dressed to kill in a dark Tom Ford suit that makes Gladis drip with anticipation. Yes, my pussy is so greedy I had to name her. She may have the name of a ninety-year-old, but the stamina of a college student in their prime.

  “What?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes.

  “You know we don’t have time and you’re toying with me. Keep it up and you’ll be seriously pissed at me because we won’t make it to work on time.” Like a cold snowball to the face, he knew just what to say to shock me out of my siren performance.

  “Later, we’ll celebrate in your office,” I offer, stepping out of his hold, enjoying his groan.

  “Cruel, cruel woman,” I hear him mutter as I exit the bathroom, leaving him hard and horny as he watches my ass sway as I walk.

  Needing to stop by his office first, Andrew leaves me with a sweet kiss in the elevator while I go on to make sure the conference room on the top floor is all set up. He’ll also be in the meeting so at least I’ll have him there for moral support.

  You can do this, I tell myself, siking myself up as I’m called to the front of the board room. This is my moment, my time to shine. Clearing my throat, I gather my things and walk confidently to the front of the table with all eyes focused on me. I’m confident with my pitch, having researched my work and checked it over twice like Santa. Before getting here, I’d given this same presentation to my boss and she loved it. I've got this. There’s no need for me to be nervous.

  When I speak, my voice is clear. As a woman in front of all these alpha males, I’m proving I have what it takes to hang with the big boys. Let your balls hang, but don’t be mad when I prove mine are bigger than yours. My stance says ‘I know what I’m talking about’ and I deliver each word with an air of cocky confidence I’ve perfected over the years. Before I’m done, I have them eating out my hands, begging for more, and I didn’t need to show a flash of skin to get them tamed.

  “And you’re positive he’s willing to do a live interview with all this?” Tom, the company’s CEO, asks, still dumbfounded by what I’ve uncovered. If you’re wondering why I’m calling him by his first name, it’s because it’s his policy that we’re all family and should act as such. Last names are used when one is in trouble.

  “Yes, he’s just waiting on me to set up a date and time.”

  “Brooklyn, this is amazing work. I have to commend you. You have definitely gone above and beyond for the company. It’s been a while since we’ve had a real scandal in the office.” I beam at his praise, preening like a well petted cat.

  “Kurt, is your team ready to move on this?”

  “Yes, sir, as soon as we set up the interview, the camera crew will be wheels up and we’ll air live at the senator’s office."

  “Brooklyn, I want you to call the senator’s office and set up an interview as soon as possible. Once you're done, tell Kurt and he’ll get his team ready. Andrew,” he continues, turning to my fiance, “I want you there, giving the interview. There’s no one better to represent the company. This is going to be big and I want my best people on it. No expense will be spared. I want full control of the airwaves.”

  “Excuse me,” I say, interrupting him. “I must have heard wrong. Did you say you want Andrew to do the interview?”

  “I did. Is there a problem with that?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

  “Yes, there is. Andrew, although good at his job, is an editor. I’m the investigating journalist. The one who did all the footwork and made this opportunity happen. If it weren’t for me, there would be no scoop.”

  “I gave you credit where credit is due, Hartford. This is my company and I’ll see it run as I see fit. Although you’re a good journalist, you’re still green, known mostly for gossip news. To use you, we might as well call TMZ to cover the interview. This is serious news, not celebrity nonsense where we are unveiling which fruit they named their kid after.” Each word stabs me in my gut, cutting my confidence to shreds until I’m hanging on by a thin thread. Out of all the things I expected to happen, this was not it.

  My eyes turn to Andrew, and when his blues meet my hazel, a look crosses his face before he looks down, hiding his face, then turns his full attention back to Tom, who has moved on from my little outburst and is ignoring me like I’m a lowly shadow cursed to forever be walked over. This is a man’s world and I was a fool to think I was more than a pretty face that looks good on camera to them. Just because I’m attractive doesn’t mean I can’t report real news like any of the men sitting at this table.

  That’s when it hits me and my heart breaks, shattering into a million pieces as I finally listen to what my brain has been screaming all along. He fucking knew. He knew things would turn out this way and he said nothing on my behalf. My boss Susan must have gone to the CEO beforehand with Andrew in tow and they all got together forming their own plan, only arranging this meeting to fuck me over with witnesses. He’s the one person who can argue my case and he’s just sitting there with his mouth shut while I get fucked in the ass without lube. I might as well crawl on the table on all fours and let them take their turn finishing me off.

  “Brooklyn, you can go make that call now,” Tom says, dismissing me. With one last angry gaze thrown at Andrew that I wish would burn his balls off, I storm out the conference room. I’ve never been so humiliated before in my life. I’m sure my face is as red as the haze circling my body, infecting my aura.

  Alone in the elevator, I kick the shiny stainless steel door as it descends to my floor, smiling in pure crazy satisfaction at the pain in my toe as it collides with the pain in my heart. On the fifth floor are us ants. The go-getters. Workers who leave the dirt mound and seek out substance to feed our careers. Usually, this floor is streaming with a frenzy of life, but right now, my heels clicking across the e
mpty hall are the only sound I hear. As soon as I get to my small office, I slam the door shut and scream at the top of my lungs. Let someone think I’m getting murdered, I don’t care. All I can see is red, like I have on a pair of children’s colored glasses. I want to go all Hulk and flip my desk over. Take the coat rack and launch it into Andrew’s chest, piercing his cold, frozen heart. I want him to bleed for hurting me and stealing my dream from right up under me. What the hell was I to him? Pretty arm candy? Not once while I was riding his dick last night did he mention that he’d be getting my scoop. That it’ll be his face making history, not mine.

  Defeated, I slump in my chair and stare at my phone like it’s a bomb. I want to dig up that confidence I had earlier from its grave, go back and tell all those stuffed suits to fuck off and make their own phone calls. See if the senator will still do his interview without me there. The only face he’s seen so far involving all this is mine. Then I think how much of a fool I am. Of course, he will still do it, especially if what Andrew told me last night is true. With this interview, he’ll win the people over and will be catapulted to the presidency. One woman trying to make it in a man’s world won’t stop him.

  I make the call and leave a message with Kurt’s secretary, giving her all the details. They must be upstairs still, plotting on how to rule the world with my hard work. I was supposed to be among them. Sitting high on a platform while they lick the bottom of my red bottom heels singing my praises. Stupid, stupid Brooklyn. My brother always said I had too much pride. That it made me reckless, and if I didn’t reign it in, I’d be wide open and vulnerable. I hate to admit that big bro was right. That’s one of the many lectures I brushed off when I should have paid closer attention and taken notes.