Brittany
“Ohh…yes, right there.” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I ground my pussy on Andre's face or should I say…Mr DeMarco.
As in, my best friend's dad.
But in that moment, it doesn't matter who he is…it's how he makes me feel, or so I tell myself.
His large hands come up to cage my thighs so I don't move around so much but that only flames the desire burning through my veins.
His tongue went all up in my crevice, eating me out like I was his last meal on earth.
My legs started to shake from an impending orgasm, and my head bopped backward to hit the closet door.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I screamed loudly, which lasted for three seconds before he straightened to his feet, slamming his mouth over mine.
His skilled tongue slid into my mouth, summoning desire from my tired limbs.
“No, I can't, I can't…” I gasped out, tearing my mouth away from his. My dark hair was all tousled from the ‘movements’ but I could still see his handsome face through the thick curtain of hair.
That's the first reason why I fell for him.
Those sharp cheekbones and full lips with magnetic blue eyes drew me in the first moment I saw him.
“Hey,” His deep voice rumbled, a smile tugging at his lips.
I was just about to respond when I realized where we were.
“Shit! Get off me!” I grunted, trying to push his heavy ass away.
It was at that moment that I heard the sound of approaching footsteps heading our way, accompanied by a voice. “Dad, Dad…where are you? Brit and I need to get something at the store so can we use your truck?” His daughter and my best friend, Claire called out.
My eyes widened, filled with panic and fear. “What do we do?” I mouthed at Andre whose brows had pulled together.
“I'll handle this.” He whispered, placing a hand up to get me to stay in place.
The closet space was very small, especially with him in the same place but he managed to manoeuvre his way out.
For the next few moments, all I heard was the sound of footsteps and then voices talking distantly.
I held my breath, sweat rolling down my temple.
Soon enough, I heard three rapid knocks which was my cue to get out.
Unlocking the latch, I practically jumped out of the closet.
Hurriedly, I moved across Andre's room, stepping onto the joint balcony that my guest room shared with his.
Thankfully, I was right on time as Claire burst into my room. “There you are! I've been looking for you.”
“Yeah, I um…took a quick stroll.” I smiled, feeling uneasy about lying to her face.
Since she had no reason to doubt, she believed me. “That's cool. I just spoke with my Dad and he agreed to borrow us the truck as well as his card.”
“Yay!” I fake squealed, not in the least beat interested in going shopping and trying out several dresses. “Let me just take a shower and I'll join you real soon.”
She nodded, and I turned my back on her, heading towards the bathroom.
“Hey, Brit?” Her voice stopped me in my tracks, causing me to turn halfway.
“Yeah?”
“Hey, I know I might not say a lot of times but I'm really grateful that you're here. With everything that's going on, it's like you're the one person that I can trust that's never going to fail me… so thank you.” Her blue eyes, which are so similar to her father's, twinkled warmly.
My throat closed up as I felt like a fraud. I could only nod and smile before rushing into the bathroom.
Flipping the shower on, I turned it up to the highest, allowing the warm water to knead my muscles, tipping my head back so the water pelted my face.
Claire and I met junior year.
I didn't have many friends; she was very popular but, for some reason, liked me more than the other girls.
My life took a 360 turn when we started hanging out…from the way I looked, talked, and my friendship circle.
Not to mention that she was there for me when my Mom died, that just makes it more shitty that I'm hurting her like this.
But I can't control how I feel.
Speaking of that,
Hands circled my waist, drawing me up against a rock-hard body.
My eyes flew open immediately, spinning around to see Andre in all his naked glory.
“What the fuck are you doing?! She's right outside!” I say as I slap his hands away from my body.
“I want you.” He rasps, moving closer so he can close the space between us, heading straight for my neck, which he knows is my weak spot.
My lashes fluttered closed and I almost forgot what I was arguing about…until I didn't. “Claire!” I whisper yelled.
“She's downstairs, in the garage.” He smiles, his dimples popping out. “Just five minutes and I'll make you feel very…very good.”
Maybe it was his eyes or the fact that I was a greedy little bitch, but I agreed, watching with hooded eyes as he slid down my body, parting my legs.
I bit down on my lower lip, fighting the tremors as he ran his tongue down the inside of my thigh, edging painfully close to my vagina.
“Andre…” I half moaned half begged him to end the teasing and just make me feel good.
He did…by shoving two thick fingers into my channel, making me scream.
Scissoring his fingers, he angled them to meet that sweet little spot, bringing me to climax for the second time today.
“Oh, Andre…Oohh…” I rambled on, shoving my hands into his hair and holding on for dear life.
“Come for me, baby.” He orders with a grunt, looking up at me at the same time he flicks my clit, which sends me spiraling.
That's when the door to the bathroom shoves wide open; Claire barges through, stopping when she sees her father kneeling between my legs.
Oh, fuck.
BrittneyThe steady beeping of the monitors was what woke me up.My eyelids felt like lead, heavy and full, but when I managed to pry them open, the pale, antiseptic-white ceiling greeted me again.I'm at the hospital.I shifted around in bed, turning this way and that.Maybe it was the position I slept in, but my throat was dry, my lips cracked, and my body ached in places I couldn’t even name anymore.I turned my head to the side and for a moment, I expected Andre’s tall frame to be by my bedside, his dark eyes locked on me, arms folded in that protective but frustrating way of his.But the chair beside me was empty, a rumpled crease on the cushion which was the only proof that he’d been there.“Where… where is he?” I tried to sit up, my voice was scratchy and weaker than I’d like, but the nurse bustling around with a chart at the foot of the bed looked up with a practiced, professional smile.“Oh, Mr. DeMarco had to leave rather suddenly,” she said, as if she’d anticipated the ques
AndreThe boardroom was empty, but it felt like the arguments were still hanging in the air, bouncing off the polished walls and into my head.I sat at the end of the long table, my jacket thrown over the back of the chair, my sleeves rolled up, but every part of me was vibrating with tension.Which is why I couldn't sit still or get my mind off the impending crisis happening in the company.As soon as the board meeting disbanded, I dove straight into the files.They were currently spread in front of me looking harmless enough…. A series of numbers, percentages, transactions.Yet I couldn't find anything in them. That might point me to where the errors were.I’ve dealt with hostile takeover attempts before.When you grow your company into something as big as mine was, vultures always circle around, hoping to cut a bite off the piece of the cake.But this one… this one was different.This one was too coordinated, too precise, too damn good.I should have gone home hours ago, but the th
AndreThe jet touched down on the private airstrip with a soft jolt that pulled me from a restless half-sleep.Throughout the short flight, I couldn't calm my anxious nerves for some reason.I rubbed at my temple, the weight of the last forty-eight hours still pressing against me.Unlike what Marcus promised, he couldn't secure a flight in the next hour.I had to wait five hours, and then technical issues happened, which only lengthened the time frame.Brittany’s face flashed in my mind… her pale skin in that hospital bed, the way her chest rose and fell in slow, ragged breaths.Leaving her was another type of agony as every moment away from her was one that I couldn't ascertain if she was safe or not, but sadly, I didn’t have the luxury of staying.Not when someone was orchestrating a rather elaborate plan to take down my company.As the hostess grabbed my bag, leading me out of the plane, I spotted a black SUV already waiting by the steps of the plane.Marcus stood near it, phone in
AndreThe steady rhythm of the monitor was the only thing cutting through the silence of Brittany’s hospital room.It took several hours before she dozed off, the nurses pumping her full of drugs when the pain became too much.It was a bit disconcerting, facing the quiet all alone but I’d gotten used to it… the faint beeping of the monitors, the low hum of the fluorescent lights overhead.It was strange, the comfort it gave me, even though it reminded me how fragile everything was right now.Especially Brittney..My eyes moved to where she lay peacefully on the hospital bed.She was sleeping, the drugs still dragging her under. Her face looked softer in sleep, less weighed down by fear, suspicion, or that warmth she always tried to keep hidden when she looked at me.A strand of hair slipped over her cheek, and before I could think twice, I leaned forward and brushed it back with my fingers.My hand lingered longer than it should have, the warmth of her skin grounding me.God, it's fun
LeilaThe hotel room we were in smelled of old money and secrets.Whoever had decorated it clearly thought velvet curtains and heavy carpets whispered luxury, but to me it reeked of cheapness…. The kind of decoration that was common in a low-class brothel.It also stank of desperation.The kind that brought me here, sitting across from Adam Willis at a polished mahogany table, pretending that a half-drunk glass of wine steadied my nerves.It didn’t.Claire lounged on the loveseat near the window, her posture hunched with annoyance, as if she’d been dragged into a business meeting she had no patience for.I stared at her, the light flutter of pride I felt whenever I looked at her present.My beautiful daughter.The one Andre had sidelined.She was supposed to be at the forefront of the company, running it behind the scenes not doing whatever she currently was.She had so much potential that should be exploited instead, but it lay dormant.And I hated Andre more for it.Because it was a
BrittneyWhen Andre burst into the room, he wasn’t the composed businessman who wore quiet suits and quieter smiles.He came in like a storm… hair mussed from the run, shirt collar undone, the lines around his mouth carved hard from fear.He went straight to my bedside and didn’t bother with small talk; he dropped to the chair beside me and braced his hands on the rail as if clinging to something that might otherwise fly away.“Brittany,” he breathed, like he’d been rehearsing that name against some private horror he witnessed.His voice shoo slightly.For the first time, I thought I might actually see fear in his eyes.Relief hit me harder than I expected.He was here. He was real. He was standing in the room, and I could breathe a bit easier knowing that he was around.It wasn't until he said the first stupid, inevitable thing.“You should have called me!” he said, too loud in the calm room. “You knew how dangerous it was and yet you snuck out of the house! At the first sign of dang