Disgust flashes across Sophia’s flawless face, she steps over Amber and lowers herself on the sofa next to mine. The music fades to the background, my knuckles caress Mel’s cheek absentmindedly. With the lights on, I note the emotions flickering in Sophia’s eyes, how she sits stiff and upright against the couch.
“Care to join us?” I ask, tone tinged with mockery.
Mel doesn’t stop sucking me off when my grip slacks, her eyes are hooded as she takes my manhood to the back of her throat and I stroke her jaw, rearrange her messy hair so it frames her face. Such a good girl. Amber is still behind her, eyes lowered to the floor. Lust clouds my brain, I feel a certain high from having Mel’s mouth wrapped around my length, delaying my body’s response to Sophia’s appearance. I register my initial anger towards her but my brain is too muddled for me to act on it. For now, I let it be.
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The phone won’t stop ringing. Elna. Joshua. They won’t stop calling me.I spread out the files on my desk, picking out the thinnest from the bunch. Tracing the words written in big, bold letters on the front page, a weight lifts off my shoulders. Things are moving painfully slow with Jei but it’s progress, productions will start sooner than later. The news should have made me glad but there’s no one to share it with. Sadness sneaks up on me, my heart clenches. Even Sophia is ignoring me.A smile lifts the corners of my lips when my eyes wander to the girls huddled in a corner of their office, they grin at each other as they take turns to perform CPR on one of their toys. Wyn notices me first, she waves. Bren’s eyes gleam with mirth when they meet mine, I wave back at them, they share a look and giggle. They always do that. Pointing to the telephone on my desk as I pick the receiver, I motion for them to do the same. Bren rushes behin
“Long time, no see, Mister Stark,” Ava says once I’m seated across from her. Her greeting rubs me the wrong way, my head whips to her face and my fingers dig into the armrest. She realises her mistake when I don’t return her sheepish grin, her smile fades. “My bad, Brandon. Long time no see, Mister Brandon.” “Yeah.” I can go on to give a silly excuse for missing the appointments but I keep mute. Ava lets us sit in silence for a bit as if she’s giving me a chance to gather my thoughts. My eyes roam the place, taking in the details I missed the last time. The low centre table holds nothing except for a Rubik’s cube and a pencil. Since I’m not comfortable with her taking notes, she might use her recorder. My eyes flit to the walls. There are four framed pictures hanging from the wall, each poster displaying a quote that emphasizes kindness to oneself and the big importance of forgiveness—forgiving yourself and others. I snort, Ava levels me a cautiou
There’s nothing new on Vincent. The information staring back at me from my iPad is the same piece of garbage I already have on the bastard. I drop the iPad to the table and press two fingers to my temple, rubbing circles around the spot. Lethargy travels through me, a wave of dizziness hits me and I clamp my eyes shut, resting my forehead on the table. I should take a break, I should also get real food inside my stomach. Sitting up, I take another sip from the cup of hot coffee and release an unmanly sound. The bitter taste lingers on my tongue, I shudder and grab a handful of candy from the bowl on the table. The telephone rings, my body goes rigid as I lift the receiver. The girls are home, I will be taking them to the mansion this evening, I have stalled for too long. Are my princesses okay? They called me already to know when I’ll be home. I peek at my wristwatch, only a few minutes past two. I miss my baby girls too. Another spell of dizziness rams into me
My eyelids flutter open to white ceiling and dim lights. I squint at the bulb while patting the soft surface I am sprawled on. This is not my office. Everything comes rushing back, images spill over me. El. Our argument. The blackout. My gaze returns to the ceiling, the walls become familiar. I am in my room.Where are my girls?An acute pain slices through my skull when I attempt to get out of the bed, I relax on the headboard till it subsides. A frown takes over my lips when I glance at my outfit, I am still in my work clothes. The door pushes open, Sophia walks in with another lady I instantly recognise as the second family doctor. Doctor Joy. I throw a leg over the bed, pushing myself until I am slouched over the edge. The house is too quiet, the girls should be here, chewing my ears off with questions. Every nerve in my body screams for me to check on them but my limbs have turned to jelly, walking will be hell. I haven’t felt this weak in years.
Someone is touching me, stroking my face. I peel my eyes open, my brain freezes as my gaze connects with El. Her fingers don’t stop tracing a line along my cheek, she smiles at my confused face and I blink twice. Am I dead? Is this what heaven feels like? I push those thoughts aside, I can’t even make heaven. The arms around my waist keep me from standing, I smile and pry Bren’s hand off me. She moans but remains asleep, I nudge Wyn whose legs are tangled in the sheet, I forgot she sleeps like a martial artist. “Hey.” I curse. El giggles. Fuck. She’s real and she’s smiling at me. The girls are asleep, she doesn’t have to pretend to be happy to see me but here she is at the edge of my bed, smiling. I must be hallucinating. I stretch my hand for the pills, she helps me with it and I pop two into my mouth while she stares with a frown. “What are you doing here?” I whisper back, stiffening when Bren whimpers and rolls onto her stomach. I love having E
Giggles spill from her lips, she straightens up. “No. Not today, not ever.” My heart breaks, I could have cried but my fingers sink into my scalp. “I am not one of those sluts you run to when you are bored.”The throbbing in my groin intensifies, I frown at the stubborn woman looming over me. What the fuck is El talking about? Except for that day, I have been faithful, more faithful than she will ever be. Breathing through my mouth, I tug on my beards and murmur, “What are you saying? There’s only you.”“Brandon, just go to sleep.”Her dismissal irritates me, I sit up with my spine stiffer than a pen. I am not a kid. “No. I want to kiss you, I want to fuck you, El. I need food, rest and sex. Sex. It has been too long.” Horniness must have tripped a switch in my brain because I am full on ranting now. I need a release and she’s the only one who can satisfy me. “Elna, just th
El is wet. Sopping wet. My hand slips into her trouser without breaking our kiss, I push her panties aside and slide a finger into her wetness to tease her clit. Shivers wrack her body, she moans against my lips, bites me. We break apart to stare into each other’s eyes, I flash her a seductive grin and she giggles.The delicate sound dies down once I shove another finger into her moisture, she moans her approval, bouncing slightly on my dick. Her mouth latches onto my neck, she grinds against my groin, nibbling on the skin behind my ear while her hands roam my chest, tug on my nipples through the material of my shirt.Tingles erupt on my spine, my fingers make a home between her legs. I hiss at her slickness, her smooth, hairless pubis is exactly how I love it. Her juice coats my palm, her cunt welcomes another digit. I need to be inside her now. Tugging on her waistband, I try and fail to locate the fly of her trouser. Frustration courses through me as I t
A faint sound pierces through the fog in my skull. “Sleepyhead, you missed the girls.” The familiar voice floats in my head, it takes soft lips pressing to mine in a chaste kiss for my brain to jumpstart into action. My eyes flutter open to brown ones, El smiles and my thoughts fade. I want this daily. “Good morning.”“Morning, baby.” My palms automatically find her breasts, she releases a soft moan when I touch them. Prying my hands off her, she pouts. I sit up, my movements are a bit slow but the smile never leaves her lips. I yawn. “What’s the time?” She tells me and the rest of the sleep vanishes. Shit. “What of the girls?”“Gone.”“Gone?” She nods. Shame courses through me, my fist connects with my temple until she snatches my hand. Her disapproving pout does nothing to make me feel less of an idiot. “I’m such a terrible father.”Creating