Sneaky Link

JASON

Where the fuck is she? 

My eyes scan the restaurant for any sign of her, and yet nothing. 

Her mother catches me staring and offers a reassuring smile with a pat on the hand. 

"She's having pre-wedding jitters and it's affecting her bowels. She should be out soon." Mrs Beth says to me. 

Like I give a fuck if she's taking a shit. 

I give her my winning smile and nod my head. 

I just hope she's not out there granting an interview to some nosy reporter about how she never got a proper proposal from me. 

She doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. 

Can anyone be more ungrateful?

Her parents jumped at the idea with both feet without a thought when I made my intentions known and she's demanding a proper proposal. 

For what?

She's not even my type. 

She's too skinny for me and I am doing her a huge favour by choosing to marry her – and her entire family too –

Yet she dares question me in the eyes of the public. 

God! I hate her right now. 

I stare up ahead ready to storm into the ladies room damning the consequences when she glides out with a smile on her face and a slight away of her slender hips. 

The only thing I like about her is her pretty face, at least it's natural. 

Maybe I should set her up for an appointment with that popular surgeon so that she can get some ass at least. Ugh. 

She wouldn't appreciate it though and would use it to lure men to her, so no. 

"I'm so sorry I took so long. I had to get myself together," Karen beamed at everyone seated at the table and smiled even more when someone took her picture from the other side of the restaurant. 

I give her a stern look mindfully keeping the sternness out of my eyes with my smile in place. Now isn't the time to let go. 

"What took you so long?" I ask. 

"Nerves," she says without looking at me and picks up the menu booklet ready to place her order. 

"Nerves, huh?" I scoff lightly and fish out my phone from the pocket of my jacket to check for any message or email. 

I am bored to death with this lunch already and I am starved for sex which is making me edgy and uncomfortable. 

But of course, they can't know that can they?

They can't know that their daughter isn't even capable of getting my dick to rise. 

She looks at me with something akin to annoyance in her eyes, I'm not sure. 

"It's normal to feel nervous, Jason," I hear the steel in her voice but I pay it no mind. 

It's her way of fighting back after all. 

All bark and no bite. 

"At least it's better than you meeting someone behind my back," I feel her heated gaze on me and give her arm a strong squeeze, enough to make her wince. 

Not to raise suspicion I lean into her slowly, seductively for the eyes that'll definitely be on us. 

We both know it's an act we put up as there's nothing remotely seductive between us – I wouldn't even sleep with her for a million dollars –.

"Give everyone a nice smile and show them how happy you are to be engaged to the richest man in the country. It's an order," another firm squeeze, a little too firm enough to pass the message across totally without harming her enough for her parents to notice. 

To add more spice, I give her ear a little bite and I can hear the low murmur of gossip from tables around us. 

I see flashes of camera light from the corner of my eyes. 

This would make it to the headlines tomorrow. 

Perfect. 

Since I have no interest in fucking her, I must at least let people think we are. 

After a moment, she sighs softly and nods. 

At least she's good at putting up a show. 

"You two look great together," Karen's mother gushed while her Father grunted in support. 

"Thank you mom," Karen smiled at her mother. 

"She's the best. I adore her," I say to her parents. 

Mom suggested I play this out as much as I could until after the wedding when big changes will be made and I will finally be able to do what I truly want. 

Right now, they will see what I want them to see. 

Jason, madly in love with their daughter who is more of a liability to me.

But they don't have to know that. 

** ** ** 

"It was wonderful having lunch with family as we're practically family already," Mom said with a giggle. 

With smiles on our faces as always, we kissed Karen's parents goodbye.

"Call me when you get home," I kiss mother on her cheeks and give her a warm hug. 

"I will," she stretched out her hands to Karen, "Karen dear," she cooed and hugged her tightly. 

"We'll meet very soon. Have fun tonight," she said loud enough for everyone to hear. 

"Mom," I laugh.  

She winks at me and strolls out, Karen and I in tow. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I bring it out to check it. It's a flash call from my sneaky link, Layla. 

And she just sent some nudes!

Pictures and videos of that luscious thick body. Damn, I'm going to deal with her tonight. 

In a good way. 

I lock my screen quickly for fear of being caught, then I stick my phone into the pocket of my pants, the movement making my lower body react deliciously as images of Layla's naked body fill my mind. 

I'll deal with the urge later tonight. 

"Jason, my ride's here," Karen's voice brings me back to the present. 

She points to the black Jeep parked at the far end of the garage. 

Jason.

I hate the way she calls my name. That will be attended to later. 

"You didn't inform me earlier that you'd ordered a ride home," I say softly, furiously holding my temper in check.  

We are still in public and I'd be a fool to think people aren't in some of these parked cars. 

"Well I'm telling you now Jason. I'm going home and I miss my apartment. Goodnight," without a glance at me she turns and begins to make her way towards the black Jeep whose headlights flashed on as she approached it. 

She didn't just talk to me like that, did she?

I sucked on my bottom lip, my hands in my pockets as I watched her retreating back. 

She's got an attitude. 

I should show her what happens when she talks smart to me. 

I bounce on the heels of my feet, slowly losing the reins on my temper. 

Fuck her. 

Fuck the reporters, I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson. 

As I make the first step towards her, my phone rings bringing me to a halt and I answer without bothering to check who called. 

"Zaddy," a familiar voice moaned in my ear and every other thing evaporated. 

I'll face Karen later. 

"Darling Layla," I murmur and walk in the direction of the limousine waiting for me instead. 

"I sent you pictures of the pussy you love so much and you didn't even bother to view it," she whined in that sexy manner designed to turn half of the men in Lagos on. 

I am part of that half. 

"I was in public, I couldn't risk it," I said to her with a chuckle as I slid into the backseat of the limo. 

"I'm horny and you haven't seen how wet my pussy is," she insisted. 

Damn, she's nasty!

I like her even more. 

"I'm on my way to your place. When I ring the bell, I want you to answer the door wearing nothing. Understood?" I loosen my tie as anticipation has my blood running. 

"Yes zaddy but you're taking too long. Hmm, I'm just going to touch myself until you get here," before I can respond she begins to moan loudly and I hear the sound of a sex toy being used. 

My penis gets even harder. 

"You're a naughty girl and I am going to punish you," I promise through clenched teeth as I slowly massage myself to ease some of the tension. 

Layla chuckles and whispers, "spank me when you get here."

Then she ends the call. 

She knows exactly what to say to get me crazy and mad and she knows how much I love her body. 

I adjust in the car seat. 

"Take me to Diamond Estate. Quickly," I say gruffly to the driver. 

This is going to be a fun night.