Annoying Mom

Olivia's POV

"Are you awake?" I mumbled with a sleepy voice, as I raised my head to look at Justin whose eyes were still closed. There was no response, so my head went back to his chest and my fingers trailed his abs, recalls of last night flooding my brain. 

I awaited the wrenching guilt feeling people spoke about after committing a grave sin, but none of this I felt. It only meant, this was not a sin!

My hand had aimlessly wandered back into his pants, grabbing his big-sized member and he shifted in his sleep, his hand wrapping around my back. "You can't get enough?" His voice rippled from his chest.

I smiled sheepishly, raising my head to look at him and he met me with a kiss, earning a moan from my lips. "I would stay here all year if you want me to," I said.

"And how do you want your mother to cope?" A lazy smile crossed his lips.

I rolled my eyes backward moving away from his chest. "We both know she hates me." 

I saw my underwear on the bedroom sofa and walked naked to take it, sliding it back to my butt, the thought of Justin hungrily ripping it off yesterday made me smirk. "My mother would trade me for another child if she could," I said again.

"You think so, but she is only stubborn. She loves you."

I fake-smiled at him. "I know her longer than you do, Mr. Justin"

No day went without us fighting. When I was in college I had to live in hostels just to avoid my mother and her problems. Until Justin came, of course.

It was fresh in my memory, how I met my stepdad. Mother had called me a hundred times, giving me orders on coming home for holidays or she was going to stop my tuition. I didn't have a side job, so yeah, I had no choice but to listen to her selfish request.

I stood in front of my school hostel with a small bag - because I never intended to spend a long time with her. I waited for the car she said was coming to pick me up. In her words 'My husband would get you home. Behave yourself and don't make him hate you.'

Pfft. Like I cared.

From experience, all my mom's partners hated me and I despised them throughout my entire existence too. I detested my mother more, she wouldn't keep herself with one man, and she changed them like they were rags. 

I had left home when she got married and moved in with her new husband and although I had not met him, I knew he would be like the others. With a frown plastered on my face, I waited for the so-called man.

An Audi A8 car pulled right in front of me, sleek shiny black color, with tinted windows that seemed to gleam like mirrors. I didn't think it was for me at first, till the windows went down and I heard my name from Justin's lip. "Olivia, right?" He had said.

His deep husky voice made my body tense and I would agree that was the first attraction to this perfect-looking man. Mom's type certainly changed since I left. All her exes were nothing compared to this dark-skinned grace.

He was tall too, I had noticed when he came to open my side of the door, he wore a sleeveless fabric and my eyes bulged at the interesting tattoos on his arm. 

"Who…are you?" I stuttered before getting into his car. With his mafia aura, one would think he was here to abduct me and I swear if he was I would have no problem with it.  

"Are you going to pick up that call?" Justin's voice pierced into my thoughts as I snapped out of my recollection. I realized I had zoned out and he had been talking to me. 

"What call?" I asked, looking around to find my phone. I found it and looked at the caller, a frown crossed my face as I showed Justin who it was. 

"Pick it up," he said, but instead he picked me up from the ground and placed me on a table, his hands in between my legs. I did as he said, picking up my mother's call.

"Hello Mum," I said. Justin's hand touched the screen of the phone, placing it on speaker. 

"Where is Justin?" She asked, very unexpectedly and if I didn't know her too well, I would have been trembling at her question.

Well, what would I say? Oh, Mum, Justin's lips are placed on my nipples right now? Or oh, mum, his fingers her working their way into my private.

Instead of replying to my mother, a moan escaped my lips. I could not concentrate while Justin did all that to me. 

"Are you deaf, idiot?" She screamed from the phone.

"I do not know…ahh," I dropped the phone on the table as I immediately wrapped my arms around Justin's neck, giving him better access to suck on my nipples. 

"You do not deserve to be paid if you are a PA who does not know where your boss is. Find him before I call you back. You both are supposed to arrive today after the meeting."

I did not respond, instead, my lips were parted and my eyes closed as I let Justin suck me up. "Fuck Justin!" I moaned when he went on his knees and placed his mouth in between my thighs. Luckily, my mother had angrily ended the call and did not hear my moan.

"Don't get us in trouble" he smirked, looking up at me. 

"I don't care. I really don't care." I blurted, letting myself in the moment. I wanted us alone like this, my mother out of the picture, just this tall tumbler of champagne growing obsessed with me as I was with him, each day. 

Being his P. A was probably the best job I would ever dream of doing and I was going nowhere anymore.