Chapter Three Andres
Two months passed since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell’s hot as fuck body.
Two months of unreturned calls and texts.
Two months of wet dreams that left me feeling unrested and horny as fuck.
Two long ass motherfucking months.
Goddamn.
I was losing my mind.
I’d only just been promoted to a position in Volkov Industries that not only meant the head honchos trusted me, but that they depended on me. They relied on me to make their business better.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I was just a guy from Hoboken who grew up with his mom and stepfather in a one bedroom apartment where I slept on the fucking couch until I went off to college.
My parents did the best they could. After my stepdad died, my mom had to work, scrubbing floors while I busted my ass at school, and waited tables to pay for it all.
After I made my first million dollars, I bought the building my mother lived in. With the next million, I renovated it exactly how she wanted. By the next million, I hired Sigma International to see to the security system.
For a long time, my mother was the most important woman in my life. And I thought she would be forever. Until now.
It was different, of course. I wasn’t Oedipus fucking Rex. Yes, I loved my mother. And I tried to be a good son to her.
But I was pretty goddamn certain I was one hundred percent head over fucking heels in love with Ellie Maxwell.
Ellie.
Sweet Ellie.
Why won’t you let me in?
I knew she’d been through some shit. I hacked into her private files over at St. E’s the first time I met her.
It wasn’t an easy job, but lucky for me, I got in before Meredith, that was Josef’s wife, Josef Aziz, who happened to own Sigma International Security and was now a controlling partner at Volkov Industries, had Sigma take over the whole system at St. E’s.
Getting in now would take more skill than I had, and I was pretty damn good. But goddamn, the shit I read about her. It made me seethe just thinking about it.
Yeah, I wanted to kill that piece of shit slimeball who put his hands on my woman.
I knew I shouldn’t think about her like that—as mine.
She hadn’t agreed. And I hadn’t really asked. But I knew what it felt like to have my dick buried inside her tight wet heat, and to me, that made her mine.
Jesus. Christ.
The moment I thought of her sweet cunt squeezing my cock, I went rock hard. I hissed a sigh, closed my eyes, and reached between my legs to push my ever-growing boner down.
Two fucking months of the worst blue balls I’ve ever had, and that was saying something.
I was a skinny kid with acne and no money. I didn’t get a lot of tail when I was a teenager. After high school though, well, that was another story.
Once I filled out, started hitting the gym between college classes and work, I had more women than I could keep track of.
My mom always told me my eyes were the clincher. I had blue-gray eyes and dark hair, and she thought it was a killer combo.
But I was pretty sure it had more to do with my thick dick and my appetite for pussy.
Not that I’d even looked at another woman since I saw her.
My Lupina.
Ellie Maxwell was a fucking goddess.
She had a body I could get lost in. Hell, I fucking dreamed about it night after night.
Thighs I could wrap even my large hands around, breasts perfect for sucking, and an ass that would not quit.
Fuck.
One taste. That was all I’d had, but I was a goddamn addict now. Even putting in stupid long hours couldn’t stop my mind from drifting off at any given point.
The thing about it was I wanted her to come to me. To acknowledge this mutual attraction.
I wanted her to want me.
And yeah, I heard the Cheap Trick song in my head every fucking time I thought about it.
I mean, it went against the whole alpha male nature thing, right?
Like I knew everything in me was telling me to hunt her down and not give her a choice.
To make her my woman any way I could.
But that was too fucking close to how her soon-to-be-dead-if-I get-my-way ex treated her.
And I wouldn’t do that to Ellie.
Not now. Not ever.
But I couldn’t walk away either.
There was just something about her. Something untamed and wild behind her eyes. Something I recognized.
They said like attracts like, and I understood tenacity.
How else did the bastard son of a low level Bratva soldier reinvent himself the way I had?
I mean, come on. Even I had to admit, I had grit.
Yeah, I took my Hispanic stepfather’s name.
Hell yeah.
The man raised me, and I was proud to be a Ramirez. As for my sperm donor, well, that had been weighing heavily on my mind as of late.
I had yet to tell the Volkov brothers about our familial relationship. They didn’t know my birth father was their uncle, their father’s youngest brother whom I wasn’t sure they’d ever even met.
He’d come to America with the crew he was involved with. Knocked up my mother and left her before he got himself killed.
I suppose that was for the best. My mother knew his name, and that was pretty much all she knew about him.
I had to tell Adrik and Marat. They deserved to know the reason I worked so hard to try to get them to notice me, turning down jobs I’d been offered at well established companies for the chance to work for them.
Yeah, I needed to come clean.
I knew it.
But I was distracted, what with Ellie coming into the picture and the way my brain was fucked over this whole thing with her. I just hadn’t had the time.
The woman called to me like a siren’s song. She was all I heard. All I saw. All I thought about.
She attracted me like no one else ever had. And not because she ran away like a mystery in the night the way Sofia did with Adrik.
Not that at all.
I knew where she was. I knew exactly where that fine as fuck woman parked her sweet ass every night.
But what kind of fucking animal would I be if I stalked a woman on the run from her abusive ex?
That motherfucker should be dead already.
I growled and tried to focus back on work. I couldn’t just kill the man.
Not yet anyway.
I opened my cell phone to check the security feed outside the Morristown home she was living in.
Yeah, I fucking hacked it. But I was smarter about it. I merely swiped one of Josef’s men’s passwords.
I had no choice, really.
I couldn’t rest until I knew she was safe and sound inside. I scanned the feed until I found her returning from the park with Sammy.
That kid was a real cutie. I was crazy about him already. Almost four years old and smart as a whip.
But his mother. Holy hell, she looked beautiful. Her pixie cut had grown out, and the dark curls framing her face were half wild from the fall breeze.
Those hazel eyes were sparkling with joy as she held her son’s hand and walked inside, greeting Mrs. Stevens as she did.
The woman was hired by Sigma International and had all the training necessary for doing a job like that. Her military background ensured she was tough enough to deal with any unwanted visitors that might try to bully their way in.
Still, I’d much rather she was here with me. I’d bought a house close enough to where she was staying that I could be there at a moment’s notice.
Was that weird?
I didn’t really fucking care.
I just knew I wasn’t parking my ass all the way in Manhattan while Ellie and Sammy were all the way out here in fucking New Jersey. Her cunt of an ex was still walking around free, and I just couldn’t bring myself to get any farther than this.
Three houses.
That was it.
I was three fucking houses down, and I made sure she didn’t fucking see me coming and going. It was a good thing I kept the crazy hours that I did.
My phone rang. The sound was loud in the nearly empty space I’d claimed as an office.
Morristown was filled with big, old houses, and this one wasn’t exactly for sale when I approached the owner. But everyone had a price.
All I needed was a desk, a chair, and a bed. My real stuff was back in my condo in New York.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I looked down. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like something was about to happen.
Something that could maybe change my life.