I wasn’t sure what Jake had planned for tonight but I was excited. As soon as work was over, I found myself retouching my lipstick and smoothing out my hair before driving over to his house. Dad was not pleased to say the least, he wanted to know who I was spending most of my time with and we had a minor argument about it in the parking lot but he conceded after a while saying that I was an adult and was allowed to make my own choices. He did however add that he knew the commissioner should I need his help.I was just grateful that he wasn’t going through any extreme lengths to find out more. My dad could be very overprotective and sometimes his means did not always justify his intentions. When I was younger, he would run background checks on the families of everyone I called a friend. It was part of the reason I stopped bringing people over. I couldn’t explain how my father got to know about their parents childhood dog and the drug misdemeanor they had at eighteen.I arrived at Jake’
I didn’t know what I was expecting but I had braced myself for a spanking or something, Jake did nothing. He just stilled behind me before humming quietly to himself. I was still bent over the counter, my nipples grazing the cold surface as I tried to get a good look at his face. Without warning, he pushed me forward, keeping my eyes fixated on the wall in front of me.I didn’t like not being able to see his face and I was about to protest and say such when I felt one of his fingers tease the entrance of my pussy. I let out a strangled moan as he pushed in two thick fingers. He still kept his free hand at the back of my neck to keep me from moving. He pushed in to the knuckle before pulling them out.I whined at the loss of contact but before I could protest, he tugged my hair back and pushed those fingers into my open mouth. I tasted myself all over him and a small moan left my lips before I could stop it. Jake leaned forward so that his lips were brushing the shell of my ear.“Suck,
I was not the kind of person who liked having people in my space, especially not when I woke up but I was not complaining when I woke up to Jake’s stubble tickling my cheeks as he pressed soft kisses onto my shoulders and collarbone.Once he realized I was awake, he managed to pull me out of bed long enough to get cleaned while he made breakfast. There was something entire erotic about seeing a man cooking for you and it was a miracle I wasn’t all over him. The only thing that kept me in place was the reminder that I had work and I needed to be home so I could get changed.“If you had clothes here then it wouldn’t be a problem,” he shrugged and I raised a brow.“Is that your way of asking me to move in with you?”“Not yet, before that happens I would still have to talk to your father and we both aren’t ready for that,” I couldn’t help but cringe when I tried to figure out how my dad would react to the news. Whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t be good. “I’m just saying that it would sa
Jake was quiet. He stared at the photos but his expression gave away nothing. I hated how he managed to look so unfazed while there was a war going on inside of me. Those pictures could potentially ruin me and my father. We were not just innocently standing or holding hands. He was kissing me in the elevator and in front of my car.“I look like a whore,” I announced and his eyes snapped up to me. “He could have at least gotten a better angle where my ass was not on display for the entire fucking world. I would have preferred that, at least then I would know that-”“Stop, please,” he sounded exasperated. “You are not a whore and you need to stop fucking saying that.”“I am only preparing for what I am inevitably going to hear when he takes this to the press,” I pointed to the pictures in case he didn’t see them well the first time. “This is me and this is you and we are doing the fucking horizontal tango or whatever the hell you want to call it. My reputation is on the line here. You w
If there is one thing that I hate more than anything in this world, it is listening to investors drone on and on about their problems as if I care about it. It is not my fault that you don’t know how businesses work and that you refused to read the contract before signing. I cannot help the fact that you signed over fifty percent of your total earning instead of your profit.People only ever get a lawyer after they have fucked up instead of to prevent said fuck up. I am a lawyer not a miracle worker, I cannot help you.I took my glasses off my face and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration as I looked at my father’s new client. To be honest, I don’t even know his name, and I don’t care. I work as one of my father’s lawyers. I am fresh out of law school so I don’t handle any of the major cases yet.“I’m sorry but I can’t help you.” I said cutting him off mid sentence. “It’s your job to help me.”“If you had brought the contract to me to read before signing then maybe I
Jake left the house soon after that with dad and when my father returned late at night, Jake wasn’t with him.My father and I have had a routine ever since I was a kid. He is a very busy man with running his company and dealing with clients. Sometimes he would be late to events at school and sometimes even miss them.But every single day, we eat dinner together at 9 p.m. in front of the massive home theatre while watching a different movie. It was his way of making up for it and he only ever misses it when he travels.Last night was his turn to pick a movie and he picked a bloody slasher movie. I couldn’t tell you the name even if I tried. I spent the entire movie bitching about the characters and ridiculing their actions which led to dad telling me to shut up which then led me to telling him to pick better movies.Then he threw popcorn at me, then I threw some back, and from there, we just ended up talking about a bunch of crazy things before he threatened to shove a sock in my mouth
The hair at the back of my neck stood on end as I took in the stoic look on his face. I nodded, wiped my hands against my shorts and followed him into the living room. He took off his jacket and tie and draped them over the armchair before turning to me.“If this is about Greg; it was not my fault.” “It’s not about Greg,” my dad chuckled, “Although, we do need to talk about him.”“There’s nothing to talk about; he was a dick and I treated him like a dick; story over.” I flashed a wide smile, “What did you want to talk about?”“I’m traveling tomorrow.” At first, I wondered why he made it such a big deal to tell me but then it hit me. “You’re not going to be here for the fourth of July.” He gave me a sheepish smile and nodded.My father and I have celebrated every Fourth of July together since the day I was born. His parents usually come over and we have this huge family barbeque in the backyard. For the last six years, Jake has been joining us as well. The barbeque will
I could hear every ragged breath that left Jake’s lips, could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stared down at me, could see the swirling darkness in his eyes. His desire was tangible, I could taste it, see it, feel it. We were so close to each other, it was almost like we were breathing the same air, feeling the same breeze, all it took was one wrong- or right- move and we would be pressed impossibly close together.Just when I thought he would make the move, he closed his eyes and took a slow step backwards. His rejection hit me square in the centre of my chest.“I’m not playing this game with you Hayley.”He had never rejected me so plainly before. But then again, I had never made my intentions known so plainly either. Maybe it was all in my head; maybe I made up those glances, read too much into them because I wanted to believe that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Maybe I was being delusional and I’m just the annoying little girl who he can’t seem to get rid of.