5. Joe
CHAPTER 5
Joe
Coming to the club was supposed to be my way to unwind. Being so fucking close to Hazel in my office today nearly drove me to the edge. I wanted to come to the club, maybe find a woman, and forget about her. But Christ, that didn't happen. Instead, I walked in and saw her, her sexy fucking body sway to the music as she and her friend danced. It was fucking hypnotic; I was in a trance as I watched her lose herself in the rhythm.
The more I watched, the more I wanted her. I came here to unwind, not get even more worked up.
I can't have her. I wish I could, but I fucking can't. I'm married to a viper, one that I'm getting rid of as soon as it's fucking possible. But with Christina being a viper, she's a dangerous one. I've no doubt that the bitch can and will try to start a fire somehow and I need to be in position to put it out if, and when it comes. I start something with Hazel and there's no doubt that Christina will do something to fuck with her. I won't allow that to happen. Not now. Not fucking ever.
I arrive back home and grind my teeth as I think about Hazel in the club still. The assholes who were watching her, wanting her, there's no fucking denying just how gorgeous she is, and I know that she'll be hit on. I couldn't be around and watch it happen. I'd end up killing someone if they tried that shit in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know that there will come a time when Hazel will get with another guy, I just don't want that shit to be in my face.
I strip out of my suit as I move toward the bathroom, I turn the shower on and pull off the rest of my clothes. Getting into the shower, I let the water cascade onto my back. The pressure hitting the knots in my shoulders at the right angle. I’m beyond fucking stressed, I have everything riding on making this whiskey and bourbon business a success. I want to be as close to my daughter and grandson as possible and for that to happen, I need to ensure that I have everything I need right here.
My mind once again goes back to Hazel. Christ, she’s fucking beautiful, I can't seem to get her out of my head. Her smile, her laugh, the way she tilts her head when she's listening to me intently. I reach for the body wash, trying to distract myself from thoughts of her. I start to wash my body, getting rid of the grime of the day.
It’s no fucking use. My cock is thickening as memories of the kiss hit me.
I can still feel her lips against mine, the gentle pressure from her soft lips driving me wild. My heart races as I remember the way she released that tiny moan; it was so fucking sexy. I wanted nothing more than to bend her over my desk and fuck her senseless. The sensation is too much to bear, and I can feel myself getting hard. I try to regain control over my thoughts, but it's too late. My erection grows even thicker and harder, and I can't deny the overwhelming desire for her any longer.
With a shaking hand, I wrap my hand around my cock and begin to stroke it, imagining her fingers tracing the same path. The water cascades around me, muffling the sound of my breaths as they grow heavier with desire. My thoughts become consumed by the feel of her body pressed against mine, the way her skin tasted, the way her moans came from the back of her throat, the way her breath hitched.
As I continue to stroke my cock, I picture us lying in bed, our bodies entwined in passion, her moans becoming louder and more insistent. I imagine the way she'd grind down her hips against me, I imagine the way she'd cry as she grows closer to her own release. My grip tightens on my cock, and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my body, a testament to the intensity of my own pleasure rising.
With the water still cascading down onto my body, I begin to imagine her on her knees, her lips wrapped around my hard cock, the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping me driving me closer to the edge. My mind is filled with erotic images of her, her eyes locked on mine as I fuck her mouth. I can feel my balls tightening, the tension building and building. My breath hitches in my throat, my teeth clench in anticipation as the first wave of pleasure engulfs me.
I let out a guttural moan, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. My cock twitches and pulses in my hand as I come.
I finish showering, my mind a little calmer than it had been when I left the club. I dry off, and thankfully, my thoughts are no longer focused on Hazel but on my daughter and grandson. I haven't seen them in a few days, and I need to rectify that. Once I'm dressed, I quickly send a text message to Gabby asking if she's free this week for dinner. She doesn't make me wait and tells me to come over tomorrow.
I've made some of the biggest mistakes of my life, most of them are in relation to Gabriella, but she's the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'm so fucking pleased that we've managed to repair the fracture in our relationship.
“Hey dad,” Gabby greets me as I enter her home. “How are you?”
"I'm doing well, sweetheart," I reply, enveloping Gabby in a warm hug. The familiar scents of her home - cinnamon and fresh flowers - wash over me, soothing my soul. My gaze lingers on the family photos adorning the walls, capturing cherished moments frozen in time. The majority are of her and Anthony, but there's more than a few of me that are hung on the way with both of them. I can't help but smile at the sight of my grandson's toothy grin in one of the frames.
“Good, you’re working too hard, anytime I call the office, you’re either in a meeting or not there. Is everything okay?”
I chuckle softly, knowing my daughter always had a keen eye for noticing things others might miss. "Just some big projects on the horizon, nothing I can't handle," I reassure her, though I appreciate her concern more than words can convey.
Things had been so rocky for years, I’m grateful that she was able to forgive the stupid mistakes that I made and she let me have a relationship with her. It was hard at first, I’d never been a present father, I didn’t know what to do and Gabby was an adult, but she made it a lot easier than it should have been.
“Where’s Anthony?” I ask, wondering where my grandson is.
“He’ll be out in a minute, he’s making something. You know what Anthony’s like, dad.”
I grin, I do indeed, he's a headstrong young boy who loves to draw and color, I have many pictures and cards that he's given me over the years, I've kept them all. I cherish each and every single one.
I hear movement coming from his room and I turn to see him rushing toward us, his eyes lighting up when he sees me sitting at the table. "Grandpa!" he exclaims, running into my arms. The love I feel for this little boy is immeasurable, filling me with a sense of purpose and joy. "I made you this," he says, waving a picture in his hands.
I gently take it from him and smile when I see he’s drawn a picture of me, his mom, and himself. "This is amazing," I say, my voice thick with emotion. "Are you sure it's for me?"
He nods, his smile spreading wider on his little face. "It is, do you like it?"
"It's the best picture ever. Thank you."
He gives me a toothy grin and turns to his mom. "Momma, I'm hungry."
Gabby laughs as she reaches for his hand. "Come on baby, let me feed you."
Gabby leads me and Anthony to the dining table, I take a seat, helping Anthony into his seat beside me as Gabby grins before moving to the kitchen. Within minutes she’s back with plates of dinner for us all. It’s clear that she’s gone all out for me, and I can’t help but feel pride, my daughter is an amazing woman, a fantastic mother. I’m so fucking proud of the woman that she’s become.
As we sit down to eat, Gabby updates me on the latest from the gallery that she owns. My daughter loves art and it’s obvious that her son has taken after her. She lets me know the latest of Anthony's antics. It’s relaxing to just sit back, have a fantastic dinner, and just fucking chill. Being around my family is all that brings me solace.
After dinner, Gabby insists on clearing up while I relax on the sofa. I have Anthony on my lap as he watches one of his programs. My chest burns as I come to the realization that I could have lost this. I could have easily lost this had I not made the decision to have Gabby move to the US from Spain when shit went down with her best friend. I needed her safe and that was the only way I could ensure it happened. Thankfully, she loved being here and hasn't left since.
"So," she breathes as she takes a seat beside me. "What's going on with you and Christina?"
I wince. "Why? Has she called you?"
She laughs. "Dad, really? That woman despises me, you really think I'm going to answer her call?" She gives me a get real look. "You've been in Kentucky for a while, I doubt you've returned to Denver in months."
"I was there recently," I tell her. "I had a bit of business to attend to."
She waves her hand in the air. "Pss," she hisses. "You're moving away from the topic. What's going on with you and Christina? Will she be moving with you?"
"No," I say with a shake of my head. "She'll not be moving to be with me. I think I'd end up killing her if she did."
She grins. "So?"
"I've already sent the paperwork," I tell her, I've had the day from hell fielding calls from Christina, her temper flaring from the moment the divorce papers arrived at the house.
The smile she has is blinding. "Good, it's about time. That woman is despicable and it's about time you got rid of her."
"Speak your mind, why don't you?" I say with a grin. "But you're right, it is about time. I should have done it a fucking lot sooner."
She sighs, bringing her legs up to her chest. "Probably, but dad, she was your wife, despite how things were between the two of you, you made an agreement with her dad. It couldn't have been easy to come to that decision?"
"I've spoken with her father," I tell her. I had my men tailing Christina, her having multiple men in and out of my house was presented to her father, he was given the choice, grant the divorce or both he and his daughter wouldn't see morning. Of course, he's a smart man and took the option that kept him rich and powerful. He wasn’t happy, but he had no other choice.
“Good, hopefully the divorce will be quick. No doubt she’ll want to take as much money as she can get.
I grin. I was stupid in marrying Christina, but I wasn’t stupid enough to go into the marriage without a prenuptial agreement. She won’t be getting a dime from me. She’s taken enough from me already.
“It’ll be fine, sweetheart, don’t worry about it.”
She grins. “I’m just happy, that’s all. I’m hoping now, you’ll be able to find someone who’ll love you.”
I don’t reply, I’m not sure that’s something that could happen, but I won’t tell her that, Gabby is skeptical on the matters of the heart, and I know if I tell her that it’s not something I’m looking for it’ll just make her skepticism worse.