Chapter 2

Jesse

My dipshit of a son’s new girlfriend is way too fucking beautiful. I can’t take my eyes from her as she laughs and leans into his side. I’ve been trying to stop watching her all night, but I can’t. He doesn’t even look away from his phone, the stupid prick. Where the hell did I go wrong with him?

Look at her.

She glances up and seems to deflate when she realises he doesn’t care—what an idiot. She’s breathtaking, the most beautiful girl in this room. Hell, any room I’ve ever been in.

Her long wavy hair hangs over her sleek, tanned shoulder. Her blue eyes are captivating and melt anyone they settle on. She’s so sweet, so innocent looking. Her lips are full, and her face is all angles and enchanting. Her body…

Fuck.

She looks like a wet dream.

Shit.

I want my son’s girlfriend. Badly.

Turning away, I toss back my drink and head to the kitchen, rearranging my hard cock in my slacks, and lean against the sink. Get it together, stop thinking about her like that. She’s young enough to be your goddamn daughter!

But fuck…

“Mr. O'Neal?” The soft, sweet, seductive voice comes from behind me, and I have to curl my fingers into the sink to stop myself from grabbing her.

I can’t even bear to look into those blue eyes again.

“Jesse,” I remind her harshly.

She goes quiet for a moment, probably at my abrupt, rude response, so I sigh and turn, hiding my erection behind the kitchen chair. “Anything you need?”

Like my cock? I want to ask, but I don’t.

She smiles a small, nervous smile. Those red painted lips curl up, and all I can imagine is having them wrapped around my cock, and that blonde hair bound in my fist as I take her sweet little young mouth.

“I was looking for the toilet…” She trails off and shifts awkwardly, drawing my gaze to the high heels she’s wearing.

I run my eyes up her long, lean, tanned legs to her thick thighs that are on display in the short, floaty dress she’s in. I wonder…if I pulled it up, would I find lace?

I bet I would.

Shit.

I jerk my eyes up to hers to see her lip caught in her teeth, her eyes wide and confused, but also…a flare of something else, something that flitters by too fast for me to catch. “Down the hall, first door,” I tell her roughly.

She nods and turns away, her hips swaying as she heads into the hall, and my eyes catch on that perky plump ass. I imagine it filling my hands as she rides my dick.

Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

Just then, Xavier strides into the kitchen and looks around, no doubt for his girl, the thought sour in my mind. “She’s in the bathroom,” I grumble.

He nods and grins at me. I swear this kid looks more like his mom than me, it’s scary. “What do you think of her?”

I fist my hands and push them into my sides to stop myself from wringing his neck. It’s not his fault I’m attracted to his girlfriend, and I’m a sick fuck for wanting a young girl like that. “She seems really nice,” I offer, and he nods.

“She really is. She’s a singer downtown, got a regular spot, that’s where we met.” I nod. She sings… I can just imagine.

Her voice is smoky, soft, and sexy. I can envision her singing, the sound wrapping around me as I peel off her clothes and bare her perfect skin.

“That’s good,” I bark. “You like her?”

He shrugs. “Yeah."

Yeah? Christ, sometimes I want to smack my kid. Is that normal? “She seems very smart and kind,” I hedge.

That’s an understatement.

She charmed the room and me tonight. Her laugh is contagious, and her smile is sweet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, brooding in my chair as my friends talked to me, but none of it mattered. My eyes were locked on the angel in white.

She listened so intently and cared what they were saying, I could see her dazzling everyone here.

He pulls out his phone again, smirking at something on it. “I guess it helps she’s hot as hell.”

I snort and turn away. What a prick. Hot? That word is ridiculous and doesn’t touch her beauty. She looks like perfection, all curves and sweetness, that delicious little mouth perfect for fucking.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I breathe deeply. “How’s your mum?”

“Seems fine, off with Mark in Thailand. You know, Dad, you should really get a new wife or some shit so you aren’t alone here. God knows you could do with getting laid, you’re always wound so tight.”

Turning, I arch my eyebrow at him. “Xavier, my sex life is none of your concern. Now go say hi to your auntie, she’s been worried,” I snap, and he sighs but does as he’s told like when he was a kid.

I hear a slight gasp, but when I look around, I can’t see anyone, so I dismiss it. I turn back to the sink and count to ten. So she’s attractive? So your cock is hard just from looking at her?

That’s fine.

You won’t see her much, you can ignore this. If she makes Xavier happy, then I can handle this…