She pushes her chair back and stands before she disappears from the table and my view. One guy keeps looking in the direction she went.Does she have a boyfriend?Her father mentioned nothing about any men in her life. He told me she never has the time, and that she is a good girl that likes to study.Which really means he never asks her.Finally, Scarlett strolls back to the table where her friends are at, but she is looking out of the window. I glance down the street at where she looks and then back to her and I think she’s spotted me.Fucking good job.“Now come to me,” I mutter.Because Scarlett has always been mine and now she is nineteen, I am going to finally have her. Because ever since her delectable curves hit a year ago, I’ve wanted her for my own. It was probably about the same time my marriage went downhill. Not that it was ever on a high. Cassandra and I were two people who had very different dreams, and once I realized how much I wanted Scarlett, I was happy to let go o
ScarlettHis touch sends a heat down my spine that I never thought possible. I hate that I’m attracted to my father’s best friend, rather than men my age. But I am.I’ve been secretly in love with him for a few years now. Probably at the same time my friends were noticing boys. I was different. I never noticed boys my age. My eyes only stared at Anton—a man I know is way out of bounds—way out of my league.The man whose hand is still on my bare leg.I place my hand on his and try to lift his fingers from my thigh, but he traps my hand underneath his. I glare at the side of his handsome face. His jaw and cheekbones are still taut, but there are shimmers of silver slicing through his black hair.Why have I never noticed them before?“I don’t think I can escape,” I say when he notices me staring. “And maybe you should keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road.” I continue playing hard to get—that's as good as Hetty's strategy was.A small smile tugs at his lips, and he looks
He tilts my face up as he lowers his and with his mouth hovering less than an inch from mine, he says, “You areinfuriating, but beautiful.” Our eyes meet as I take in that he called me beautiful. “Today is my‘one day.’”“One day,” I repeat before our mouths clash and I moan as he grasps my ass, hauling me upward and pressing me against the door. His tongue is in my mouth as the kiss becomes hot and passionate.His dick grows hard and I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling how hard and big he is as the position presses his dick against my pussy.For a few minutes, it’s chaos as we kiss. Our tongues dance. He licks my mouth, my lips. My fingers push through his hair, dragging him closer. Wanting more.He tilts my face, deepening the kiss like he can’t get enough of me either.Securing me between his body and the door. His hand skims over my hip, my waist, my tit, feeling every part of me.His mouth kisses down my throat as he presses into me. “God, you smell so good, so sweet,” he says
ScarlettI nod again.“And mine. Tell me you’re mine.”Oh my God. This is Anton, my long-time crush, telling me how much he wants me. "I'm yours."“Good girl, now lean back on your elbows,” he says, helping me lean back on the kitchen island. His thumb grazes against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through my center. My eyes lock onto his as he presses and strokes a little harder.“Can I taste you?” he asks, looking into my eyes.I nod and it’s only then I realize I’m chewing on my lip.He lowers until his head is between my thighs. My heart is racing at the thought of where he is. My breathing comes hard and fast.He stares between my spread legs, rubbing his nose along my panties and inhaling. “Beautiful.”A half whimper escapes when he drags his tongue along the same place.He stops for a moment; he has one hand on my thigh as the other strokes over my panties and it is as though he is conflicted or mesmerized.Or not so conflicted, because I gasp as the tip of his warm tong
He doesn’t.I cry out as my pussy clamps around his fingers.“That’s it angel.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, tasting me, devouring my orgasm as my stomach contracts with pulse after pulse.Mere seconds go by before he drags my soaked panties down my legs and pulls me closer. His belt clatters on the tiled floor and he quickly unzips his trousers, pushing them over his thighs.“I want you,” he whispers. “Do you want me?”“I want you,” I breathe.“Spread your legs. I want to see what is mine.”He holds my thighs as I open my legs further. He stares at my glistening pussy, eyes lingering a little too long, and I try to pressmy legs together. Not sure why when his tongue and fingers have just been inside me.“You’re beautiful Scarlett, you’re my angel, aren’t you?”“If you’re my devil.”“I’ll always be yours.”I’m still coming down from my climax when my gaze locks onto his hand, watching as he strokes his thick, veiny cock. It’s larger than I ever expected
AntonI don’t know what is wrong with me. I’ve turned feral with Scarlett. Keeping her in my bed, feeding her, cleaning her, fucking her. Each time, taking her without a condom, because the primal animal in me couldn’t stop my actions. Scarlett has a power over me that I try to fight, but fail.She tried to warn me she wasn’t on birth control at one point, but I already knew she was unprotected.I’m so happy that’s the case. Before I wanted to get her pregnant to tie her to me. Now I want what she does. I want a baby. But I only want one with her.I hate that the weekend is over already.We spent the entire time in bed or with me, soothing her aching body and her sore pussy in the bathtub. All I want now is to be with her—not at work.Her head is on my chest as I stroke my cock. The animal in me wants to feed my seed into her body once again. I hate that each time I bathe her, I could’ve washed away any chance of breeding her.I’m desperate to see her belly being big and round, and ca
“Anton,” she whispers, and I have to blink a few times to come back down to earth. My dirty thoughts overtake all rational ones the moment she is breathing the same space as me.Actually, she’s never needed to be near me for me to have indecent thoughts about her.“Please kiss me.” Her voice is small, like she is worried about taking the lead.I press my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as my tongue slides between her parted lips. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer as she arches against me. The sweet taste of her mouth drives me wild - mint and the taste of her cherry lip balm.She moans softly when I deepen the kiss, exploring every part of her mouth as my hands grip her hips tighter.Her legs squeeze around my waist, pulling my hardness against her center. The friction makes my head spin. I trail kisses down her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent.“Angel,” I murmur against her skin. My control slips with each passing second that she’s in my arms.With gre
“Do you want to be a lawyer or a mother?” I ask. Instantly regretting the question.She smiles. “Both. Would you give up your career if you had a baby?”I shake my head.“Then why does a woman have to?”I growl. Not because of her words, but because I am so happy she knows she can have what she wants. Still, it doesn’t harm to test her. “Keep up that sassy mouth and I will fill it with my cock.”Her eyebrows lift and she glances over her shoulder, pushes her chair out and lowers onto the floor. Her hands are fumbling at my belt, which I help her with as she unzips my trousers and pulls out my cock.I groan as her warm hand strokes my length, gripping it at just the right tightness. Her hot mouth covers the crown, licking and sucking, and I jerk in my seat.My hand is in her hair as she slurps and sucks.I glance underneath the table. Her eyes look up through her lashes at me. The head of my cock is red against her pale skin. But it’s seeing her free hand rubbing her clit that sends me
Whitney“What is it?”I whisper into my pillow.The doorbell ring continues. Ever since Dad found out about me and Maddox, he’s been trying way too hard to parent.I have to tell him to stop with these visits. He can text like a normal person, or call like a boomer. But, unannounced visits? Those are too much.I haven’t felt like seeing anyone, anyway. Ever since Maddox broke up with me, I’ve been holing up in my home whenever I get a chance. It’s like his exit from my life turned off a light inside of me, one I’m not sure when will flick on again. I miss him so much.I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth then splash some water on my face. The doorbell rings again, but I take my time putting my hair in a ponytail. What could be so important?Dad has already apologized for butting in my business and twisting Maddox’s arm to break up with me. While I still think that was a mistake, it was one I understood. He wanted what he thought was best for me. Fine, I get it.What I don’t get is ho
MaddoxI’m goingthrough the latest reports when Charles walks into my office. Ever since the day we talked in the conference room, a week ago, things have been crazy.The post went up and it had enough engagement for a few different local gossip sites to contact me about it, but I followed Whitney’s recommendation and ignored them. Today my restaurant is full, and the manager on duty told me last night the club had to hire last minute extra security to handle the high traffic.Whitney was right.Dan Walters hasn’t released any statement, because the bastard knows if he says something to try to sound like the wronged party, I can tell the media the truth. A scumbag like him has more skeletons in his closet than he cares to admit, I bet.So everyone wins.Well, not everyone.I haven’t seen Whitney. I’ve communicated via Astrid, but every day that goes by makes me more aware of the big mistake I’ve made.I got divorced once, and even though it was the right decision, it still broke me. B
Maddox“What do you mean we need to talk?” I ask Astrid, who’s standing in front of me, in the middle of my office.“Something came up and I just wanted to make everyone aware and come up with a plan. So I have Whitney and Charles at the conference room, and if you can join us that’ll be great.”“Huh, okay.” It’s been two days since I last saw Whitney, and seeing her so soon makes my heart flip in my chest.Then the realization her father will be there with us is like a glacial bucket of water poured all over me, without any warning. In the last day, Astrid texted me a couple of times about stuff related to posts, and I had to control myself not to ask how Whitney was doing.I was a jerk.I was a prick.In the end, though, the right decisions are the hard ones.Doesn’t feel right in my heart, or even in my head if I’m being honest. But it felt right to her father, a man I’ve always admired and who’s been there for me. Besides, what if he has a point? Just because I want her and she wa
WhitneyThe insistent doorbell ring startles me out of sleep.Yawning, I swing a leg over the other, dragging my way out of the bed.I probably got maybe two hours of sleep. It took me forever to close my eyes last night, after the heartbreak Maddox put me through. I was restless, fidgety, and devastated. All the words he told me about falling for me meant nothing.If he was really invested, he wouldn’t use the first obstacle to dip out.It was my dad, but what else could it have been? Would he have used just a different excuse later on?A part of me wants to believe he has strong feelings for me, butdoesn’t wantto have them. He acted like he succumbed to it, but maybe he’s still fighting it. This isn’t a fight I can do for him.I’m aware of my love. But his? He has to own it.Sighing, I run into the bathroom, wash my eyes quickly. They’re still a bit puffy from all the late-night crying, but the doorbell keeps reminding me there’s someone out there who’s probably not a mail carrier d
She fishes her phone from her pocket. “Do you want to schedule a post about hmmm, the pictures you were tagged on?”“No. I couldn’t care less at this point. I wasn’t doing anything illegal. I was on a date with my boyfriend.”She puts her phone back in her pocket, then looks at me with a flicker of surprise in her blue eyes. “Boyfriend? Thisisa soap opera. I usually don’t enjoy them, but it’s different when you know the main characters.”I roll my eyes. I bet I’d enjoy it too if I wasn’t one of the main characters. “Talk to you tomorrow, Astrid,” I say, and turn around. I beeline to his table, shoulders straight and heart pumping its way up my throat.“Whitney,” he says when I slide into the booth and sit across from him.“What happened with Dan?” I ask, the professional in me not wanting personal things to take priority. Even if my nerves are pulsing through invisible knots right now. I keep my hand under the table, tapping my fingers on my lap, fidgeting.A flash of anger sparks in
WhitneyI walk into the club,and the first thing I see is Astrid on the corner. Why didn’t she text me back?I dash over to her, my gaze scanning for signs of Dan and Maddox, but because there are a few more patrons than usual, and I can’t find either. Thank goodness for Astrid’s hair color and bold fashion choices making her easy to find in a crowd.“What’s up?” I ask her.She peels her gaze from her phone then tilts her head at me. “Did you see your dad as you walked in? He just left.”My dad? I thought he was with his team on the opposite side of the property. Busy. “No.”“Maybe he took the other exit… the emergency one that leads right out of the hotel.”My shoulders sag. Shit. Does my dad already know? I thought I’d buy some time, at least a couple of hours until he found out. I need to get to Maddox first, before Dad talks to him. Or maybe I’m too late already. Apprehension sweeps over me. I stand in front of her, finding it hard to sit, my body restless. “What’s going on?”“Wel
He’s a coward.Anger rises in me again, and I reach my drink and take it to my lips.I’m enjoying it when I see Charles walk up to me. He’s told me he’d be working with his team until late on a small gathering they’re throwing the next day for people of the trade. I wave at him, and he comes to my table with a determined expression, and long strides like he knows what he’s looking for. Who he’s looking for.My gut clenches. Something isn’t right.Was Dan an ass to him too, on the way back? Did Dan say anything bad about Whitney?Or did a bastard like me do something bad to Whitney?Like fuck her, again and again? I feel color draining from my face, and when Charles gets on the table with a disappointed look on his face, I already know it.“You jerk! I trusted you all those years. My daughter, really?” Charles says, flushed.My throat is dry and tight.Somehow he found out, and denying it will only make him angrier.Guilt crawls its way into my chest, and it’s hard to breathe. How can I
Maddox“And this is where guests and locals come for drinks and music,” I say, gesturing as we emerge into the club. I see quite a few more patrons than the past few weeks, which shows me that Whitney’s efforts have worked. We’ve had more visitors and increased sales. Always a plus.I’d be a lot happier if it weren’t for the company.My body is still stiff, as I had to go through an entire dinner with Dan Walters who happens to be almost as annoying as he is misogynistic. I guess it’s been a while since I last sat through a meal with the guy. We’re not friends, and I’ve met him in social events and basically small talked.I want to give him the benefit of the doubt and say maybe the reason why he’s been talking about women nonstop and not under the best light is because of his divorce. Maybe he’s broken, and feels more powerful if he’s bragging about all the pussy he’s getting.But the cynical part of me knows better.This guy is a certified douchebag, and I hope Astrid can get a good
WhitneyI strideinto the hotel lobby.Right now, Dan Walters the politician should be having dinner with Maddox. Maybe dinner is already over and they’re touring the hotel. Astrid is there in the club, ready to snap a couple of pictures as planned, and then send it to a gossip columnist friend of ours.If this was another client, I wouldn’t be here. My presence isn’t required since Astrid is here, as per her text.But I am shamelessly using every excuse in the book to be around Maddox, to see him more often, to spend more time with him.Ever since our ax throwing date, I can’t stop thinking about how far we’ve come. From him avoiding me for years to hinting about having children together one day. Who would have thought?A ball of joy rolls inside me, like a bowling ball running down the lane. Striking out.I add a little bit more pep to my step, and my goal is to pass by the restaurant and see them without introducing myself. But before I make it there, I almost bump into them, with b