Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
DEREK
I had been avoiding Grant all week, and it was easy, since he had been busy with meetings.
There was a heavy feeling that constantly weighed on my chest. It was guilt, but that wasn’t all.
I felt guilty for touching what I had no business touching.
Amelia Sugarplum was off-limits. He made it clear to me when he assigned the job to me.
But the minute I laid my eyes on her, something shifted within me, and I had since been wrestling with this dark, burning insatiable urge to claim her as mine, and explore all the wild things I could do to her, if she let me.
However, this guilt was different. Maybe it wasn’t even guilt because I didn’t feel apologetic about what I did.
I wasn’t remorseful about ravishing her sweet little special flower.
I wasn’t remorseful about having my trouser snake deep down her throat, watching those big blue eyes water and flare with lust, hearing her little whimpers as she struggled to contain me in her mouth, smearing her mascara and lipstick.
That was the reason I steered clear of her, or at least I was trying to and I was failing at it.
After our moment in the tiny office she gave me to work, I walked out on her.
Not because I wanted to, but I knew that if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
It would be difficult to come back from that.
Grant trusted me with his daughter, and I went against his one rule.
I never mix business with pleasure, but Amelia was making it hard to stay true to that rule.
I knew my way around the lounge because I frequented it to grab drinks with the Chairman, muse about work and get away from it also.
He was sprawled on the plush, dark couch, listening to one of his bodyguards who was whispering into his ears. His face brightened when he saw me, his lips stretching into a grin.
"You are a hard man to track these days, Derek." He grinned.
I chuckled, slumping into the space next to me. "That’s not true, Chairman."
"I haven’t seen you since I asked you to go help my daughter out at her Bakery." He chugged down the rest of whiskey, filling up a glass.
He pushed it towards me. I took a swig.
"How was it?"
I stylishly avoided his gaze. "Fine." But I could feel his eyes drilling holes into the side of my head, so that prompted me to say more. "There was a storm. It caused a power outage, so it cut the set up short. But I’ll be there tomorrow to install some parental controls and do a system scan to see if there’s more to fix. "
I could have finished everything at once, but for some weird reason, I broke them into bits and pieces that would allow me access to her for a little longer. I should be staying away from her but I found myself doing the opposite.
I’m screwed.
"I knew I could trust you." His words stabbed me swiftly in the chest.
No, you shouldn’t. I wanted to tell him, to let him know that I was a selfish prick who had been obsessing over his daughter since she came all over his fingers.
"Men these days take advantage of women, especially the ones who are as beautiful as she is.
" His gaze thickened with frost. He twirled his tumbler in his grip absentmindedly.
"She has never been lucky with the good ones. Her last boyfriend was a piece of shit. I called it from the second I met him but she wouldn’t believe me.
Amelia is softhearted. She loves easily and loves hard. "
My jaw tightened once I found out that there was some cunt somewhere who messed with her and probably got away with it.
I didn’t have to know him to know that he didn’t deserve her.
No one does. Not even me, not with the darkness and baggage that were following me around.
She was too good for this world, warm, fucking beautiful and innocent to a fault.
"I just don’t want her falling in the hands of the wrong person." Something fluttered in my chest. It took me a second to deduce that it was because she had someone fiercely looking out for her.
"She is a smart woman. I’m sure she won’t." I chipped in curtly, trying to sound as clipped as I could.
"Keep your distance, Derek," he said with a grave expression. "I consider you a son and a friend. I’d hate to ruin what we have." He knocked back the rest of his Whiskey.
My jaw twitched. "Of course."
Grant and I chatted a little more about work before we said our goodbyes.
I wanted to head home, but I found myself heading to the bakery.
Coincidentally, when I pulled over at a distance, I saw her easing out of the building in all her delicate, redhead glory, clad in a short, frilly yellow dress that made her look so fucking breathtaking.
I wanted to keep my distance, to just ogle at her for a few more minutes and head home. But when she got in her cute red Audi, I started trailing her carefully.
It wouldn’t be bad to know where she stayed, right?
Her house was only a few neighborhoods away from the bakery, a quaint little white bungalow on a suburban street.
It was obvious that she was a little fixated on building a life of her own.
Hence, her reason for getting a decent home in the suburbs, running her cute little bakery outside of what belonged to her father.
Her father was a billionaire, and she need not worry about money for the rest of her life if she didn’t want to.
But she craved her own life, her independence and would rather figure things out on her own than depend on her father for the rest of her life. If that wasn’t so damn impressive, I didn’t know what was.
I should turn around since she was safely indoors, but I found myself stepping out of the car, heading for the house.
I wanted to knock, but what was I going to say to her?
This was a woman I should be staying away from.
She was my boss’s daughter, the last person I should want.
But here I was, pining for her, stalking her like a creep.
I left the porch, circling to the back, and blending with the lawn until I got to the window overlooking her room.
I ducked a little when she emerged, clouded in a silky white nightie that left little to the imagination, with a delicate, lacy robe thrown over it.
She had a glass of red wine in her hands which she dropped on her nightstand.
Her lips scrunched in a frown, her fingers running through her hair in what seemed like frustration.
She bit those plump pink lips that only appeared fuller with each soft bite.
She seemed on edge, the way her eyes darted around the room, her lips tucking between her teeth, her restless, twitching body movement.
I couldn’t discern what was going on until she shrugged off her robe, and reached for a pink object in her drawer.
It was a vibrator.
She was sexually frustrated. Her dusky peaks were poking harshly through her nightwear, her arching, twitching movements outlining the curves and slopes of her perky melons.
My hands clenched into tight fists. I could feel my nails scratching at my palms, almost drawing blood for them. My jaw set tightly in frustration as I watched her part her legs, stroking her glistening special flower with the humming object.
Her moans rolled out incessantly, tightening around my neck like a noose until all I could think about was her.
Blood rushed to my one-eyed monster, hardening it to the point of pain. It fucking undid me, watching her twitch, thrash, fist the sheets and sob as she approached her release.
A possessive edge flared in my chest. It should be my mouth on that choco taco, not a vibrator. It should be my meat buried in her tight little lady bits, my fingers around her throat as I stroke her to the edge.
Watching her like this was ripping at my restraint, absolving me of it until all that consumed me was the thought of claiming her. She was making it so damn hard to stay away from her.
When her toes curled and her release knocked a force through her, only one name lingered on her tongue.
Mine.
Derek.
She was thinking of me, imagining the tiny rose bud to be me, wrecking her, ruining her and pushing her to the point of release.
She was a panting mess, running her fingers through her messy hair. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but I could tell that she wasn’t satiated.
She wanted more, just like I did.
Then, it dawned on me that the more I tried to fight her off, the harder the thought of claiming her haunted me. And it scared me. I spent a long time keeping everyone at arms length but she was my undoing.
The one who would eventually shatter my walls.