Shaun and Thom

Shaun

Thom Sinclair hates me. Why? I have no idea. Sure I know men get territorial with their daughters, I know I would, but damn he takes it a bit too far. I remember the first day Nancy took me to meet him, shortly after we started dating, he barely acknowledged my presence but when Nancy and I got married, he pretended I didn't exist at all.

“ Come on, hon. It's just three days. See it as an opportunity to bond with my dad” Nancy said, trying to convince me.

“ Babe, can you hear yourself? You want me to go on a hunting trip with your dad, who hates me by the way, for three whole days?where guns and weapons are involved” I questioned as we got into our bed. She laughed but hell I wasn't joking. Thom was that crazy.

Putting her head on my chest, I drew circles on her back.

“ He doesn't hate you, he's just doesn't know you yet, he needs time”

“ It's been five years babe, I think that's enough time. Look this is a bad idea ok? Trust me”

Thom Sinclair isn't someone who pretends to care about you if he doesn't, and I know he doesn't give a damn about me. The guy is scary no doubt. He built a million dollar company from scratch so I understood his hesitation towards me at first but it became ridiculous after time went by. I am not after the Sinclair's money.

“ Just do this for me, please babe” Nancy said, getting on top of me, sitting on my dick. I groaned. The little guy was starting to cometo life. I knew she was playing dirty, I didn't care. I grabbed her waist and flipped us over, earning giggles from her. She was beautiful, even after all this years, she still took my breath away.

“ You are so wet baby” I hummed, playing with her clothed clit

“ What are you gonna do about it?” She raised a brow. It's like that ah? Well I did do something about it that left her a moaning mess.

Even after a few days, I still wasn't able to mentally prepared for this trip. Oh and it wasn't just me and Thom, which I am grateful for, but his friends and Jake, his son came too. Now Jake and I have a bearable relationship but Thom's judgmental friends? I could only deal with one old prick at a time.

Walking towards the men at the Sinclair Mansion entrance, I swallowed “ Good Morning Gents” I said with a fake smile. Crickets. They kept on laughing, am pretty sure what they were laughing wasn't even funny. Jake was the only one who nodded at me in acknowledgment.

This should be fun.

After a few minutes, of them talking and ignoring my existence, it was finally time to go. Jake and I arranged the equipments we will be needing, while Thom said goodbye to Martha, his wife. Looking at him, you would think he was a gentlemen.

Ok maybe am painting him out to be some bad guy, yes he is a ruthless business man. You have to be ruthless if you wanted to survive the cooperate world. Sometimes, I actually respect the guy. He built the Sinclair Empire at age twenty two and at forty eight, he is already retired, enjoying his money.

“ Boy, you are driving” Thom said to me, tossing me the keys. Then it dawned on me that we were all using one car. Great. Can this get any worse? They spoke about women and money the entirety of the ride. Ignoring my existence, only snarky remarks here and there, I was already used to it. I guess they think they are still young and dumb.

Arriving at the cabin was a blessing. I could finally breathe. The cabin was rented out for the weekend. A torturous weekend. I hurriedly found a room so I could get away from them. Thanks a lot Nancy. I tried getting some work done on my laptop for a while and luckily they didn't pester me, not that I am surprised. I signed when I realized it was getting late and I needed to get some food in me. I had no choice but to go downstairs.

The sound of loud voices welcomed me. Into the kitchen, Sonny and Chad, Thom's friends were drinking. “ Hey Shaun, there are some leftovers if you want” Sonny said, he was the manageable one. I nodded in appreciation. I looked around subconsciously, no Jake, no Thom.

“ Do you mind calling Thom down here? He has been gone for thirsty minutes or so. Is he beating his junk or something” Chad said jokingly, taking a swig of his bear while they both laughed. Nice image. Thanks guys.

“ Sure,” I replied lazily. I should have stayed in my room.

I met Thom's room ajar, I was alarmed and I pushed it open. The sight I saw made my mouth dry, my heart pound and my knees weak.

Thom was naked, on his bed, eyes closed and jerking off. I should have dashed out of the room but I couldn't peel my eyes off his physic. His perfect hairy chest that had a bit of grey in it, his abs, dangerous abs for his age and hard flat stomach to the treasure trail that disappeared into his neatly trimmed pubic hair, which sprouted a very veiny, thick cock. I was staring.

Oh shit I was staring. Shawn, what the fuck are you doing? I quickly turned to leave but I was frozen on my tracks. It felt like I had been hypnotized. Thom Sinclair, my father in law that hates me, moaned my name. He moaned my name while beating his junk.

“ What the fuck” I said, turning around again to look at him. His eyes shot open and went wide like saucers. He quickly pulled the sheets to cover his body. He was panting and staring at me. He looked vulnerable. Not the know it all billionaire who hates my guts.

“ Shaun…. how..what… why are you here” he breathed, voice low. That was a first. I hurried out of the room, slammed the door and rested on it. Then I realized I was breathless.

What did I just witnessed?