Austin “I don’t know what else you want me to say, Austin, the papers are legitimate,” the family lawyer snapped. “Find me a solution, don’t just tell me there’s nothing I can do, it’s been days, Wayne,” I said, exasperated. “And do what? Short of raising your father from the dead and making him rewrite it, there’s nothing I can do,” he began to raise his voice. His pudgy face flushed and scrunched up does no good in assuring me that this man can help. He puffs on his cigar and then takes a swig out of his tumbler of scotch. His overall plumpness and lethargy irritate me. “Look, kid, just go with what your mother is telling you,” he points his cigar at me. “We’ve looked over the matter, there’s no way out. You can consult everyone else out there but they’re going to say the same thing, so save yourself the trouble.” He’s antsy to leave and dismissive to the point of discourtesy. A minor inconvenience. It feels like he’s just getting rid of a pesky mosquito, not talking about my

The hunger in his eyes lets me know that he wasn’t kidding. He stared, his eyes lingering on every bit of my available skin. I can feel his gaze like it’s touching me. Caressing everything that he sees. But I don’t move, letting him decide as well. It’s not just about me, I know he has walls too. This is something more. Not just physical, not just an urge, it’s pure connection. If we’re going to do this, I want all of him. He seemed to understand. He leaned his forehead next to my head and closed his eyes. I let out the breath I’d been holding. “We have the entire weekend, we don’t need to rush at all,” he said. More to himself than to me. “But you need to get out from under me,” his voice strained. He looked to be in pain. I chuckled at this guy and his misguided chivalry. I don’t need his protection, I just need his consideration. I straddled him, “You want to take things slow?” He nodded. “You want to make sure I’m comfortable?” I leaned down. “That I like what we’re doi

He takes my hand and looks back at me. I nod at him, reassuring him that my decision is final. He smiles and pulls me to the threshold of his room. “You sure?” he asks again. “Yes.” He nudged me until my back was on the door of his room. “There’s no going back after this,” he informs me. I kiss him to shut him up. “I’m sure,” I said. And just to make things more clear I lick into his mouth. I sucked on his tongue and nibbled on his lip. Licking it just for good measure. “Why are you so good at this?” he growled as he dazedly looked at my lips. I shrugged. I’m just doing what I’ve fantasized about from the first day we met. He pushed me onto the door. “You’re driving me crazy, Olivia,” he murmured to my ear while he pressed his entire front to me. I can feel the hardness of his muscles, I can feel his erection poking me through his clothes. He grabbed my thighs and I immediately hopped on his waist. He places me right on his erection and grinds into me, pushing me to the d

A man stands outside the building of Cane Industries. His jittery hands clutched a paper cup filled with steaming coffee. He takes a puff out of his cigarette before tossing it on the pavement near the building’s entrance to the underground parking. He takes his key card from his bag. He detests the blue lanyard given to him on his first day 3 years ago but still puts it up for the entrance. The beep beep the machine makes when it scans his ID grates his ears. He scoffs at the lady at the reception who has her beady eyes following his movements. “Fucking bitch,” he muttered. He looks around, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone else. His favorite girl. Where the hell is she? It’s starting to piss him off. He came in thirty minutes early, right around when she passed through those doors every morning. He couldn’t have missed her, so he made sure to check outside. She must have had difficulties on her commute. It’s still snowing hard even if the storm passes. He clenched his f

Acid. The acid in my stomach does not let me sit in peace. I press on it, thumbing it down, hoping that it will subside. Fat chance of that happening. Austin swerves towards a fork in the road, a long winding road leads up to a majestic view. It’s not a mansion, it looks more like a castle. A castle sitting atop a hill. It’s ridiculously cliche and intimidatingly so. I breathe out. The only thing keeping me from panicking and bolting is him. This is it. He places his hand on my bouncing knees, trying to calm me down as we enter the gate. I clutch the dessert I made the prior night just for this. Never go empty-handed as a guest. I do hope at the very least the effort would count for something. He takes my hand in his as he walks me to the door. I don’t pay much attention to the grandeur of the mansion and focus on the way I’m breathing. It would be more embarrassing to pass out even before passing through the threshold. Classical music plays in the background, of course.