Mistake.

Andreas POV

Fuck. I scrubbed a hand over my face, my scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake.

“That’s enough Eliana.” I say referring to the fiery red head currently on her knees, her mouth perfectly fit around my cock.

She’d been going at it for the past 5 minutes, and all I can fucking think about was my little succubus.

Her luscious breasts, generous curves, her soft succulent body, the scent of her vanilla shampoo.

Eliana was one of the few girls I fucked, whenever I needed a release, she had a good mouth on her and understood the concept of it being just fucking, as did the rest of the few I had. It had always gone well. That is, until now.

“Did I do something wrong, do you want it deeper?.” She said in her sulty tone. She looked up to me through her lashes. Her red hair, cascaded down her back, while a few stands stuck to her breasts, threatening to spill out of her strapless gown. A lustful sight for any sane man. But I wasn’t sane, not in this moment.

“No, I’m just not in the mood anymore, you can get up and leave.” Lie. I was very much in the mood, but for just one damn woman, one I couldn’t have and had came in the shower, quite hard might I add, the last few nights to. And last night was the icing on the fucking cake, it played over and over in my head like a broken record.

“Oh okay, uhm, are you sure or.” She tripped over her words as she scrambled to get up, confused I’m sure. Because this had never happened, i always made sure to fill their throats with my cum.

“Leave, eliana.” I bit out. My patience was wearing very thin.

Without another word she picked up her bag and made her way out. I groaned at my throbbing dick, there was one person I wanted around it right now.

I tucked it into my pants.

I don’t know what the hell got into me yesterday, i shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have watched her, grazed her, pictured her in different fucking positions as she took my cock in her mouth, between her tits, in her tight little pussy like a damn good girl. Fuck. No,no,no. I needed to end this, this infatuation with her, she was jaxons younger sister.

Yeah that’s what you’ve been telling yourself all these years and that’s how that bastard got to marry her and stole her away from you. I snapped at myself.

Speaking of the slim dicked asshole.

I got my phone and rang up my personal private investigator.

“Well, well, to what do I owe the honor of THE andreas voss calling me on this wonderful day.”Axel’s voice boomed through the line.

“Cut the crap axel, how far have you gotten with what I asked you to do.” I bit out.

“Well, it’s nice hearing from you to reas, my day was splendid.” He said sarcastically. “ anyways, your boy is a gold mine of illegal runnings, a lot of things are not adding up, especially over the past two years, we got money laundering at the top of the list and many more but I’m still getting into those. Makes me hard just thinking about it.”

“You disgusting prick, just get it all together and on my desk by Monday.”

“Kinky, with my legs wide open-

“Goodbye Axel.” And with that I cut the line off.

That bastard thinks he could humiliate her and get away with it, he had another thing coming. I’ll drag him 6ft into the ground, along with his empire.

My minds drifts back to mirella, she’s going through a lot right now, with a baby nonetheless. adding me to the mix would be selfish, I would ruin her. I wanted to ruin her in every fucking, damn way, but if I did, she would drown in my chaos. I can’t do that to her, i need to stay away from her.

Right now she’d definitely still be at that coffee shop down the street from Tessa’s firm.

Was I having her followed, yes.

But not for the reasons your thinking, it’s for her and the baby’s safety, can’t have Another Scandal on live television now can we. I’m not obsessed. That’s what I keep telling myself, maybe if I say it enough times I’ll start to believe it.

Without a second thought I shoot her a text.

‘We need to talk Bambolina’

I needed to end this, I can only imagine how fast her mind was racing around what happened last night, I knew she felt it too, I knew she was slick between her legs, i could fucking smell her arousal.

I am so fucked.

……….

Mirellas POV

I was in the kitchen, scavenging for something to snack on. I had been craving pickles and cream cheese for the past hour, yes I know, disgusting, but baby gets what baby wants.

when Andreas walked in. My nerves shot back up, I had struggled keeping them down all day. I tuned around to greet him, masking my nervousness. What happened yesterday flashing in my mind.

“You’re back, welcome.” I squeaked out with a small smile, unable to meet his eyes.

“Thank you.” His cool smooth tone, spread around the room.

“Look mirella.” The change in his tone, made my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, it felt like a reenactment of the serving of my divorce papers.

“I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, my actions were stupid and unacceptable.”

Stupid? Of course he’d say that, he’d finally come to his senses, I mean what would man like Andreas see in me. Even my own husband got tired of me, what was I expecting.

I wanted to protest against it but before I could, he had started again.

“Something like that can never happen again between us, you’re like a little sister to me, and besides you’re not my type.” He says as his eyes roamed my height in disbelief that he’d ever find even a pinch of interest in me.

“I wasn’t in my right senses last night, and for that I apologize, let’s continue how we’ve always done. Your next appointment has been scheduled, I’ll send a car to take you when it’s time.”

“You said we needed to talk.” I managed to say.

“We are talking.” He stated back.

“No, you’re just throwing words at me.!” I raised my voice a bit. I expected him to look stunned, but I saw a spec of what resembled pride in his eyes before it changed.

“I know I’m not your type, I mean how could I be. I’m not some long legged bimbo, it seems that’s the type of every guy these days.” I snapped referring to Liora. “And I am not a child I allowed you that right yesterday, I don’t know why but I did, it was my decision. And you’re not my type either, just so you know. goodnight.” Asshole, I whisper under my breathe, I knew he heard. I didn’t care anyways. now I’ve lost my appetite. I turn and made my way to my room, making sure to slam the door loud enough for him to hear it.

And then came hard on my fingers later that night, screaming his name and praying he couldn’t hear me. Also simultaneously praying he’d burst into my room and take me against the wall, treat me like his filthy slut. Where the hell did that come from.

He seemed like the kind of guy that would like it rough, why the hell do I care how he likes it. I groan to myself. What the hell am I doing!

Fucking asshole.