Do you think Rebecca will be able to keep it together?
“What kind of question is that?” Rebecca yawned through her words. And then she was ready to close the door. “His my bodyguard, his supposed to go everywhere I go.”“Ma'am, you're in Mr Holland's office—”“In case you didn't know, 'Mr Holland' is my father and I'll go anywhere I want in the mansion with anyone I feel like.” Rebecca told him. “Bye.”“Ma'am, your bodyguard—” “Bye!” Rebecca shut the door before he could continue speaking. Hunter got up from his seat, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. That was a close one. “Can you believe him?” Rebecca asked as she came towards Hunter. “Yeah, I think that particular guard doesn't like me much.” Hunter told her. —Sylvester clenched his fists behind the door. If he could, he'd barge in there and ask Hunter King to leave the office. But he couldn't because the Sparrow wanted him in there with her. He took out his cellphone and was ready to hit the call button. Maybe telling Mr Holland about this would make him mad and then he'
“Where are you gonna take me?” She smiled weakly. “It's a surprise.” He answered with no enthusiasm whatsoever. He held her by her arm so she would have some balance. He then quickly pulled Rob's drawer and searched it. Nothing, he pulled the next one. As he took out a pair of sunglasses, he noticed a packet of condoms in the drawer. He looked at Rebecca but she was busy rubbing her eyes. She had not seen. Hunter closed the drawer quickly and then made Rebecca wear the glasses. Unless Rob and he's wife were preventing a second child, Hunter didn't understand why a married man would use condoms. Hunter had a pact with himself that he'd only hit raw the person he'd marry. Marriage, which he didn't really care about or think he'd actually get to but he promised himself anyway. “Your eyes are red. Keep this on. I don't want the guards to know you're drunk.”“I'm not drunk...” Rebecca chuckled. “I'm just really sleepy.”“Let's go.”They walked out of the office and then began making their
She slept with a faint frown between her eyebrows and kept her lips slightly pouted. She had been sleeping in the same position since Hunter got back. Hunter's ruffling as he changed into his own more comfortable clothes and crumbling up of the note he had left her, didn't wake her. She was fast asleep, the Melatonin probably still heavy in her system. Hunter had been laying next to her for the past two hours now. She was still covered with the blanket he had thrown over her and he had nothing over him. He was facing her in the bed. Hector King's new plan was still weighing him down. Kidnapping Rebecca and holding her hostage was on another level of wrong. Going behind her back and stealing the million dollars without her knowing was okay. But getting aggressive with her, how could he get himself to do that? She would probably hate him forever. She would definitely realize that his only reason there was for the money and that everything else meant nothing to him. Well, initially all he
Hunter rubbed full circles over his eyes with his index and thumb hoping it would clear his vision. There was just no way he was seeing her behind that counter. Not her. It didn't even make any sense. Miss Jackson was supposed to be a psychologist, behind a fancy desk, taking advantage of who knows who. Not here, selling waffles in a food truck. Hunter took a few steps back as if it would take him out of this moment in time. Just then Rebecca threw her hands to her side as she finished with her bun. Somehow she managed to restore it to it's messy bun. “What's wrong with you?” She frowned up at Hunter. Hunter shook his head quickly and took another step back. “You... You go ahead. I'll... I'll wait in the car.”“Nonsense!” She was wearing her beautiful smile, clueless of what was going on in Hunter's head this moment. “You know what I should order.”Hunter looked away, he didn't want her realizing that there was in fact something wrong because then she'd pester him to tell her. Maybe
16h30. Hunter turned away from Rebecca as the flashbacks of their twenty minutes of passionate sex kept tugging at his brain. They had two rounds and he couldn't remember which one felt the best. Now she was next to him, sleeping from exhaustion. Oh how she quivered once he's lips touched her clitoral hood. And when he licked her vulvar, she almost pulled away from the pleasure but he held onto her hips and kept her bum pinned to the sheets. As he ate her up, giving her a good four minutes before kissing her navel and creating a trail of wet kisses to her breast bone. He then sucked on her nipple and penetrated her. She moaned and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her. Five minutes later she was screaming: “Fuck... I'm gonna cum!” He didn't care to hush her, he was on cloud nine himself, drawing closer and closer to his finish. He grabbed her throat and went harder and harder until she wrapped her legs around him so tight. “Shit, I came...” She said breathlessly near his ear.
Thirty minutes earlier... Rob Holland leaned back in his office chair and clasped his hands on top of his chest. “I don't know, it looks like they're giving me more time but the fact that they hadn't said anything to me about more time makes it dangerous. We don't know what they are plotting.”“I told you from the very begining, taking a loan from those guys was a bad decision.” Julia, his secretary who was sitting opposite him, said. She was a petite woman with very fare skin and dark charcoal straight hair that ended just above her shoulders. She was fifteen years younger than her boss. “I had no choice.” Rob told her. “You saw the circumstances we were in that year. I could have lost all of this if it weren't for that loan. You know it saved Three Way Factor.”Julia gave it some thought and then nodded. “Yeah... That's true. But now we don't have money to pay them back. I mean they're talking about two million now that wasn't the deal.”“And that one million we put away is our onl
“Hunter King, you're surrounded.” A man with a black cap and dark sunglasses was speaking through a megaphone. “Let Rebecca step out of the car and once we have her I'll give you further instructions.”“Wait, is that... is that...” Rebecca squinted at the speaker and then looked over at Hunter and back. “Sylvester?” Hunter asked. “What does he want?” Rebecca quickly tried to unlock her door but it was locked. “Woaw, wait.” Hunter told her quickly. “It's just Sylvester. I want to know what the hell he thinks his doing.” She responded. “Hunter King let the Sparrow step out of the car.” Sylvester repeated. He had one hand aiming at Hunter and the other holding the speaker to his mouth. “'The Sparrow'?” She was clearly offended. “Is that some code-word nickname for me?” Hunter nodded. “Why? Why Sparrow?” She looked more interested in the answer instead of why they had been stopped at the center of a four-way stop. “Is it because they think I talk too much?” “Rebecca, sparrows don'
Rob's face fell. “Look, I respect your decision, I mean all this was scary, for us too. But I know how much Rebecca respects you. Like I told you she's never been this okay with having a bodyguard as she's been with you.”Hunter nodded. “I liked you from the very beginning. I knew that you were more than capable of taking care of my daughter and I even told my wife the other day that I think we had finally found the perfect bodyguard for her. I was thinking of employing you permanently after your four weeks were over…” Rob was looking at Hunter expectantly, hoping this new job offer would make him change his mind. “I know it's not an easy job and as a bodyguard you live for somebody else and don't get to live your own life. And for a man your age that's not easy so I'm prepared to double your pay if you stay.”Hunter didn't care about the money. He would be recieving five times that amount on the 1st next month when his capo's paid him. Even so, the point was that he couldn't continue