Chapter 10

JOHN

Another stormy day in paradise. God I love thunder. I can feel the energy of every rumble. It’s giving me the extra strength I need to get out of bed this morning. An alarm goes off on my phone. I tap my screen to the front door camera. There’s a delivery man standing there in a brown uniform. “Someone will be right with you.” I tap the intercom button on my wall. “Yes sir?” Ernie answers.

“Get the door Ernie. Have the man bring the computer to Wyatt’s office.” Ernie answers, “How do you know it’s the computer?” Why does he bother to question me? I don’t even respond to him. He’ll figure it out.

I sit in the shower thinking about last night. It’s pretty hot that Wyatt was watching me slam the shit out of that woman. My dick gets hard thinking about it. I stroke it until I cum. I see her face. Not the woman I sent home last night. Wyatt’s face. I imagine her sucking me off. The thought of her on her knees sends me. Fuck that was good.

Maybe today I can actually stomach some breakfast. I pick up a piece of toast off the tray that Ernie brought in for me. One half down and the other I put back on the tray. There’s orange juice but no water. I head to the kitchen.

“The toast was exquisite Vera.” I say knowing that she’ll never say a word. She continues to wash the dishes. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Ernie walks in. “Sir, you were right about the delivery. Wyatt’s computer is in her office.” I smile at him, “Did it hurt?” I ask. “Did what hurt sir?” I laugh at him, “Telling me that I was right.” He shakes his head.

I guess I’m on my own. Ernie didn’t setup the computer. It’s still in a box on the floor. I’m not good with this shit. I struggle but manage to get the monitor out of the box without dropping it. The remains of the packing materials are scattered all over the floor. “You want a hand with that?” Wyatt’s right on time.

Looking at her face brings me right back to my morning shower. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” She kneels down to pick up the trash. “Wyatt please get off your knees.” I hold my hand to help her up. She dusts herself off. “We have people for that.” The truth is that I don’t want to deal with a fucking boner in my basketball shorts. “You can’t even clean up after yourself?” She’s such a bitch.

I pick up my box cutter off the desk and cut the other package open. She grabs the keyboard and mouse. I hand her a desk organizer for her pens and sticky notes. She hooks up the computer and boots it up. I spin around on her rolling chair. “You are a giant child.” At least she’s amused by me. I stop and put my head in my hands. “Are you okay?” She asks me. “Yeah.” I get out of the chair.

The sun is starting to shine through the clouds. It’s too bright. My eyes can’t take it. I lie on the couch and cover my face with a pillow. “Did you had a little too much to drink last night?” She thinks she’s so clever. “Something like that. If you need anything else just make a note and I’ll have it ordered.”

I can hear her walking closer to me. “I’m going to start looking for a chef and a butler today. Any gender preferences or prerequisites required?” Wyatt’s wit is on point. I move the pillow from my face. “I’d like an older man with a British accent to handle me.” She rolls her eyes. “Of course you do.” I turn my head in her direction, “I trust your judgment. Just hire good people.” She reaches her hand up and places it on my forehead.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asks. I brush her hand away, “Why because I said I trust you?” Wyatt actually looks concerned, “No, you don’t look so good.” She says seriously. “Why thank you.” I joke back. “And you feel warm.” She replies. I get up from the couch. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m gonna go for a swim. Any interest?” I change the subject knowing she’ll squirm.

Her eyes open wide. “No no! My gosh. I’ve got work to do.” She turns red. “You’re blushing.” I say to her. “Stop! I’m embarrassed.” She admits. That makes me feel better. I chuckle, “It’s all good lady. Relax. It’s okay that you liked it.” I’m trying to get a rise out of her and it seems to be working. “You have some kind of nerve Johnny. You are a pompous obnoxious and dirty man.” She shouts.

I agree with her, “And you like it.” Wyatt shakes her head, “Gross. No I do not. Not at all. Not one bit. Not even close.” She’s so defensive. She must really want some of this. “Just keep telling yourself that.” I say to her. “Nothing about this is professional.” She states her case. “I don’t believe that professionalism was in the contract you signed.” She smacks my arm, “Physical altercation wasn’t listed either.” Good observation, “Be careful what you wish for.” I raise my hand.

She points her finger at me. “Don’t you dare.” I put my hands up, “I’m just kidding. I call a truce.” I put my hand out, “Let’s shake on it.” She crosses her arms. “Shake on what?” She asks. “That we don’t beat the shit out of each other.” I say to her. “Oh I won’t make any promises, but you better keep your fucking hands off of me.” She shouts. I think my dick is getting hard again.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have the hots for me.” I say to her. Wyatt becomes livid. “Okay that’s it. I don’t care about your piece of shit contract or whoever the fuck you think you are. If you so much as even look at me the wrong way Mr. Johnny St. Fuck Face, I swear to god I will fucking castrate you.”

And just like that, my cock goes limp.