Chapter 13 - Ethan
“Ireally should build a gym onto the clubhouse,” my old acquaintance Marcus says from beside me as we both gulp down the protein shakes Lilian has made.
We’ve known each other since childhood, attended the same private school together, our fathers were best friends.
He took a very different path than me, but we intertwine on certain issues.
Marcus comes over from time to time to join me in my home gym, burn some of that frustration and catch up. We don’t see each other as much as we used to, but he’s the closest person to my life who knows everything about me.
I needed to burn off some steam this morning after last night’s dinner. Not that I would say it out loud, but I’m anxious and excited to see if Leo takes me up on the offer. I need to get things moving.
“Was the info I gave you helpful?” he says as he moves to the sofa, stretching his long legs out in front of him.
If you saw us both together you would wonder what the fuck we have in common.
I’m put together and business-like, everything in its place.
Whereas Marcus is a beast of muscle, long black hair that rests on his shoulders, tattoos covering every inch of skin and dressed as the typical biker.
Leather and denim his go-to clothing. I can admit he is hot, but we have never gone there, and I want to gag at the thought of kissing him.
“It was. I got the ball rolling last night. I’m hoping he comes around to my terms.”
“Dare I ask what it’s all about?”
“I’ve found one.”
“Found what?”
“My person. I had a contract drawn up for him to spend a night with me for a million dollars. I plan to keep him.”
“Wait… you plan to keep him?”
“Yes. It’s in the small print.”
“So, it’s a kidnapping?”
“No, more like coercion with benefits. He will like it.”
“Good for you. Never thought I’d see anyone hold your interest. But bring him to the club when he gets settled.”
“I’m not taking him anywhere near that whorehouse.”
“Hey, I reject that. It’s a sophisticated business.”
“Sure it is. How are the new recruits getting on?” I ask.
While his club may do some dodgy things, unlawful things, they do a lot of investigative work for the law that’s kept off the books.
He recently has taken on a group of three friends who are computer whizzes who can hack pretty much anything they put their mind to.
I met them once, and that was enough. Totally crazy and wild and not the kind of guys I’d want working for me.
“Eh, they’re just settling in. Needing to break in their attitudes though.
The little fuckers like to cause trouble.
I swear I have more gray hairs since they’ve been initiated,” he says, looking exhausted just thinking about them.
I witnessed one of them in particular who gets under his skin, but I have learned that it’s a testy subject, so I keep my mouth shut.
The buzzer from reception sounds in my hallway, forcing me to move my aching muscles over to the intercom to see who it is.
“Yes?” I ask into the speaker.
“Mr. Taylor, I have a gentleman here that wishes to speak to you. A Mr. Leo Jones?” the receptionist says and I take a moment, feeling a warmth cover my body in anticipation. The fucker has got balls, coming here.
“Send him up,” I say. Standing back, waiting at my door, watching for the elevator doors to open in the hallway. I’m bubbling with intrigue of what this visit means. My cock twitches in my workout shorts. I wonder if he is on his own?
The sound of the elevator doors opening lifts my attention to the gorgeous Leo, who storms out towards me like he owns the place and I step back to allow him inside, slamming the door behind him.
This feisty side is a new treat. I must admit, it is just as much of a turn on as the idea of him being submissive.
I love the idea of some rough and tumble in the sheets before I have my way with him.
He strides towards me with a look of thunder on his handsome face, eyebrows furrowed, mouth taut like he has sucked on a lemon.
His fists are clenched at his side and it does nothing but make me smirk, which appears to piss him off more.
Leo has forced more facial reactions out of me in the past week than I have done willingly in the past ten years.
This proves my point, he stirs that excitement in me.
“Do you know what you’ve done, you fucker?
! You’ve ruined my marriage! I could sue you for this, you arrogant prick,” he yells at me as he gets up in my face.
With the inch more in height I have on him, it’s enough for me to force my posture to be more rigid, enabling me to look down my nose at him.
“Hello, Leo. Nice to see you too,” I say, trying to control myself from lunging at him. To punish his insolence but reward the confidence. It’s brave that he thinks he can intimidate me, but he doesn’t. He knows nothing about the true me, because if he did, he would watch himself.
“Ethan, man is everything okay?” Marcus’ voice comes from behind me, I’d forgotten he was here.
“Who the fuck’s this? Another whore you’ve paid and destroyed the life of?” Leo snarls. I quickly move towards Marcus before he punches the shit out of Leo. Marcus has a very short fuse that people have regretted lighting in the past.
“The fuck you say, cunt?” Marcus shouts, trying to push past me towards Leo.
“Leave it. Just go,” I say. “I’ve got this. He’s just being a shit,” I say. Marcus’ eyes flicker back and forth between me and Leo, weighing up the situation.
“Fine. Talk later, man,” he says as he walks towards the door, but not before knocking into Leo’s shoulder as he passes, causing Leo to stumble slightly on his feet. After the door closes, I avert my attention back to the scowling brat in front of me.
“You should be careful talking like that to strangers, you could get yourself hurt,” I warn gently.
“I’m not scared of you or him. Who was he anyway?” he demands, crossing his arms across his toned chest.
“The Prez of Blackrose Saints MC, and my oldest acquaintance, so I would be very careful with the next words that leave your mouth, Leo,” I warn. His Adam’s apple moves with a heavy swallow as the realization hits him of who he has just had a hissy fit about.
“Oh…” he whispers. Fuck, I love that soft sound in his voice, a hint of fear in it.
“Yes. Oh. Now, do you wanna start again as to why you are here?” I ask, ignoring the heavy dose of lust that’s filling my veins. I have to hold my arms across my chest tight to stop myself from grabbing him and kissing the attitude from his mouth.
“I can’t do it. Last night has ruined my marriage. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he says.
I’m not sure what he wants me to say. I didn’t force them to come to dinner and I didn’t force them to stay.
“You can’t blame me for your trust issues with your wife, Leo.
Now, if you have come to turn down the offer, you can leave,” I say as I show him my back and walk away, but his strong hand reaches out and grips tightly onto my upper arm.
The sudden contact makes me bristle as I don’t like to be taken off guard, so I lose it.
Turning swiftly I grab him by the throat and slam him against the hallway wall, causing the picture hanging on my wall to shake from the vibration of the impact.
His eyes widen at the mistake, so caught up in his emotions he fails to see the danger in front of him.
“Who do you think you are, putting your hands on me? Huh?” I whisper low over his face.
“You come into my home demanding answers. You were here by choice and it was you and your precious wife that reacted in that way. You could’ve walked away.
” I grip harder on his neck, feeling his throat swallow beneath my palm, his eyes closed, and it doesn’t pass my notice the feel of his hard dick on my thigh, that he likes this. Interesting to know.
“Now, tell me why you’re really here, because if your hard dick is any indication, I think you are tempted,” I say as I gently press my lower body into his, creating a touch of heat when our hard cocks align, forcing me to hold back on fucking him and groaning out loud in pleasure. Fuck, he feels good. Smells good, too.
“I’m sorry,” he says, which is not what I was expecting to hear.
“Sorry for what?” I ask, gently rubbing his neck with my thumb while subtly rolling my hips into his. A little whimper leaves his mouth as he bites hard on his lip, trying to hold back.
“That I barged in here and I was rude to you and your friend. It won’t happen again,” he says as he opens his eyes and pins me with a stare of honesty. All hostility has left those hazel beauties, leaving young, almost innocent eyes in their place. I love this scared submissive side to him.
“Good boy,” I say, and pull away. His cute scowl is back. I just had to bait him as I enjoy the snark just as much.
“I’m not a boy,” he grumbles at me like a petulant child.
I shamelessly scan his body head to toe, he fidgets under my perusal.
“You most definitely are not a boy,” I say, and walk back into the main living area.
Footsteps follow behind me and I’m surprised he’s still here.
I walk over to my windows and watch the city that never sleeps go about its day.
As I look up I catch my reflection in the glass where I can see Leo behind me, rocking from side to side on his feet, his nervousness showing.
“What would I have to do?” he asks. The question is so quiet I’m unsure for a second if he spoke. I smile to myself. Today is gonna be a good day.