Annoyance
Creed
When I was fifteen, I went through an awkward stage. I was interested in girls and couldn’t quite keep certain things under control. It was normal for a kid, but damn it was hard. There was one girl that worked at an ice cream parlor near our summer home that made me instantly hard the moment I saw her. Problem was, she was eighteen and treated me more like a little brother rather than a kid that was the big man on campus back at prep school. I was excelling in hockey and football, which left me with girls galore that wanted my attention. I was a completely different guy when I was around her. She made my palms sweat and my heart race, not to mention the almost permanent boner I had to constantly hide. She liked to mess up my hair and talk to me like I was a young child. The next summer, I made a promise to myself that I would march straight in that ice cream parlor and make her mine. I was determined to show her I was not some little kid, but a real man. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there and had moved away for college. I never felt that way about another girl since, then I got that same strange and uncomfortable feeling I felt that one summer once again while on the plane when I was coming home from LA. Then it happened again at the general store when I was standing behind a woman with a killer body as I spoke with Mrs. Hoffman.
That afternoon I was pissed when it returned, and I learned the raven haired beauty that was stirring up all those weird feelings was none other than Morgan Rossi. Her scent alone gave me an instant hard on, but then I stood behind her as she sat at our table, and she moaned. Fucking moaned!
Why did that piss me off? That’s simple, it was because she was Morgan Rossi. I grew up with girls like her and all they cared about was status. I was surrounded by them, hell I even fucked them, but then I saw the innocence in the eyes of the girl at the ice cream shop. She always wore jean shorts and a t-shirt when she was working, but when she was off work she let her beautiful blond hair down and she always wore gorgeous sundresses. It was never anything revealing, and that smile she would give me was bright and cheerful. I knew then and there I was attracted to innocence. Not the youthful type of innocence, but girls that respected themselves and didn’t have much sexual experience. To know there was not many other men to touch them or see their beautiful bodies before me did something to me.
Morgan Rossi was anything but innocent. Every man on the planet probably saw that fine ass and those amazing fake tits since she made movies where she flaunted them bare to the world. Not just that, but she was rich and definitely spoiled. I could still hear the whiney voices of the girls back home and they were like nails on a chalkboard. They saw status and dollar signs and that’s all. They didn’t care who a man was deep down in his soul. They cared how deep his wallet was and what he could buy them. Just like my mother, they’d get bored and take off with half the man’s hard earned money. My dad was a good man who worked hard to build on to his father’s empire, but once my mother got bored with us she moved on to someone younger than my dad, and he didn’t have kids to weigh her down. My mother was a stuck up bitch who never had the time or patience for her own son.
My soul was suddenly attracted to the very contradiction of the kind of woman I liked. There was no explanation for why my heart raced, my palms got sweaty, and I had an instant hard on when I was near the most spoiled woman in Cold Springs. Her presence should have had the opposite effect on me. I didn’t give a damn that she made movies, that she was the most beautiful woman on the planet, or that she was rich. If anything, all that sparkle and shine was a turn off. I had personal connections to the people she surrounded herself with back in California and I wanted nothing to do with her.
I looked in her eyes one time and damn if I didn’t see flashes of disturbing things in them. I hadn’t felt that attracted to anyone since I was fifteen years old, but with Morgan it was far more intense.
She moaned again and it was as if nobody else was in the room. She was damn lucky I didn’t grab her by the arm and shove us both in a closet just to keep other men from hearing her pleasure. I did not share women, and I felt possessive of one I didn’t even know or like. I worked damn hard to get Dahlia where I had her and I could already see all that hard work going straight out the window. When I met Dahlia she was sweet and innocent. She worked at a daycare, was a college student, and had everything I liked. She was bashful, funny, and blond with big brown eyes. It took me months to get her to sign that contract. She agreed not to see other men, be available when needed, and I paid for her apartment and her tuition. She understood the agreement. She was not to fuck around with other men, but there was no future for us.
I had no plans to ever settle down in a marriage where a woman could rip my heart out and leave me with kids to raise on my own. I wouldn’t ever be the man my mother turned my father into, he was just a shell of his former self. He was weak and it disgusted me. I promised myself I’d never be him. I’d never live my life longing for a woman that used me, waste my life away behind a desk, and I would do something with my life that mattered more than making money. I wanted to change the world and make it a better place, and never be the weak man I saw in my father. I had to be big and strong, protect the less fortunate, and be a hero. It took a war to teach me that I’d never be a hero. For every successful mission lives were taken, and a man that could snap the neck of another human being and not think twice, would never be a hero.
Unlike Axton and Drakos, I liked fucking the same woman more than once. I liked the familiarity, and the sex got better with time. I’d study her body and how it reacted to my touch, and she would do the same. I wasn’t a Saint, and just because I only fucked Dahlia didn’t mean I didn’t like getting sucked off by other women between visits. Our contract specifically said I wouldn’t have intercourse but other sexual favors by other women were permitted. Dahlia, on the other hand, was not to touch or be touched by another man. Our contract was good for one year and that year was almost up. It was time to either move on or re-sign the contract for another year. I hadn’t made up my mind yet. On one hand I was ready to set Dahlia free so she could live her life with the possibility of finding someone that made her happy, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I wanted to give up that familiarity. She wanted to re-sign the contract but to me that was a bit of a red flag. She was not to get attached or become dependent on my financial support. I was to leave her as amazing as she was when I met her. She was independent, confident, and respected herself, and I didn’t want to do any harm to her.
When Bolton learned my contract girl was a college student she almost kicked my ass, but changed her mind when she learned Dahlia was twenty six and had went back to college to finish her degree. I didn’t fuck anyone under twenty five as a rule. I might have liked innocence, but I also needed maturity, so they understood the agreement.
“Oh my God I feel so at home right now.” Morgan moaned again as she took another bite, and I shifted to hide my arousal.
I looked at Jenny who was talking my ear off about the veterans fundraiser that was coming up the following month.
“I look forward to it and you have some great ideas. Maybe we should schedule a planning meeting for next week.” I said.
“That’s sounds perfect. Go ahead and get your food then come back. I’d like to introduce you to my daughter.”
I gave her a nod. “Absolutely, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I turned then went to stand in line. I was amazed at how much I loved fundraisers in Indiana. There were no black tie events like I was forced to attend as a young man. Nobody was bragging about their billion dollar deals or trying to arrange their daughter to marry me. The food was amazing, and it didn’t cost a grand per plate that only bought you a small portion of food. The fried chicken was enough of a reason to throw a party. Holy shit there was nothing like it. Beer was served in red solo cups, people would be dancing later as if they were at a dance club, and nobody gave two shits about how thick my wallet was or judged the women by their dresses. Most people wore jeans or shorts and a t-shirt, unless you were Morgan fucking Rossi. I just watched her walk to the bar in a fucking summer dress. A fucking summer dress! Not the sexy kind either. It was white with tiny flowers and spaghetti straps. It didn’t hug her gorgeous body, and if I were the father of a daughter I would have approved of the dress. It went to her knees, and it was tasteful, maybe even classic. Fucking hell, it made her look innocent. She must have changed since I saw her at the tavern. Her beautiful thick dark hair was long and wavy. The dress was what some might call adorable, and she was wearing wedge sandals. There I was, standing in line with balled fists and my eyes squeezed shut as I imagined bending her over and lifting that dress to expose a sexy white lace thong. Then I would have smacked her gorgeous bare ass for wearing something so revealing under that adorable dress. Then she would confess something that wasn’t even a big deal just to get me to smack her ass again because she loved it. I gulped then opened my eyes to see a pair of dark brown eyes. “Drakos, what the fuck, man?”
He began laughing. “No, that’s what I should be asking you. What the hell are you doing?”
“Nothing.” I snapped at him.
“You’re standing here looking like you’re about to rip someone’s head off while the line moved forward ten feet in front of you.” I didn’t appreciate his amusement as he talked.
“Nothing, just annoyed, that’s all.”
He nodded. “Yeah, the Rejects? The shit they were saying about that hot as hell actress was even too fucked up for me to listen.”
I drew in a frustrated breath and let it out. “I talked to Darren about it, and he wants us to keep an eye on them and Miss Rossi tonight. He’s pretty damn protective of his niece. He’s going to talk to her father about bringing in some outside security for her. If the Rejects learn how much she cares for Callie and her daughter, I could see them making a move to not just get her but her money as well. They’d have no shame in using the little girl as collateral, and it’s not like that little girl’s piece of shit dad would protect her.”
He leaned in close and whispered. “Why not bring her to Creed’s Lake? I know it’s against the rules to let non-residents enter without the necessary paperwork, but she’s a special circumstance. I officially volunteer to be her protector.”
“The fuck you will.” I growled.
He backed away just a little as his eyes grew. “Whoa, what’s that about?”
“Nothing. We won’t be bending any rules for some spoiled actress. Providing security is not what we do, and we will not be starting that just for her. She has Patrick, Tanner, and Darren to protect her. She’s their responsibility, not ours.” So, some of that was bullshit. She wouldn’t be coming to Creed’s Lake because a woman that had that kind of effect on me would make me weak, and I had a lot of people depending on me.
I kept an eye on her as she walked toward the food with a beer in hand. If she were mine, I’d smack her on her bare ass just for looking so damn adorable. A woman like that had no right to look so innocent but that red solo cup made her look down to earth or something. She seemed comfortable with that solo cup when most women of her status drank out of something no less than a crystal wine glass. I tilted my head when a few young girls approached her and she smiled, making those unnaturally gorgeous eyes gleam and sparkle. She was being kind and inviting as she posed for a selfie with the girls.
“She doesn’t seem spoiled and stuck up.” Drakos said.
I rolled my eyes. “She’s an actress or for better words, she’s a chameleon. She can easily fit in any environment without much effort.”
He laughed at me. “She grew up here, and why the hell would she care about fitting in? We’re standing in a VFW hall where nobody here could possibly advance her career or provide much of anything but friendship. Plus, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, since you’re the richest person in the room. You’re the one that was like a chameleon so you would fit in better with all of us during your entire military career. You fucking lied to us, man. You’re being a hypocrite, and that woman has nothing to gain from these people. This town is more her home than it is ours. You should probably keep that in mind. Oh, and guess who donated fifty grand tonight?”
My eyes met his. “Fifty grand?”
“Yep, and she doesn’t have billions like you do, she’s a millionaire, not a spoiled rotten billionaire like someone I know.”
“I’m not spoiled.” Fuck him. I knew hunger, pain, despair, and torture no less than him or any other man that lived on Creed’s Lake. War isn’t picky and it doesn’t care who has the most money in the bank. I was a soldier just like him, so he could fuck off.
“Yeah, and who has the massive log home on the lake while the rest of us live in rustic cabins?”
It took everything in me not to grab him by the throat and remind him not to bite the hand that fed him. It was my father’s money that built his fucking house and provided him with a job. Everything my men had came from my father’s hard work, so fuck him. “You better watch what you say to your fucking boss, Drakos.” I warned him as I leaned in closer and whispered. “It was my family money that started what we have, and you’d do yourself a favor by not forgetting it.” I snarled.
He put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you see my point. That woman probably worked pretty damn hard to have what she has earned. She didn’t grow up rich, so what you’re seeing today is probably a true side of her. By the way those Reject’s acted today, she could be in danger. That’s why we are here today, because we help people. Why does she have to be different just because she makes movies? You and I both know we could protect her better than any private security. She’s going to start poking around about the Devil’s Reject’s and they have a run coming up. The last thing they want is a famous person poking around about them just before their next run. Plus, they’re not all that smart and they’d hurt her without even thinking of the press it would bring them.”
“If Darren or Tanner ask for help we will step in, but until then she’s not our problem.” I made myself clear.
A woman almost ran over Drakos as she practically danced by us. “We sold out, no more meal tickets. We’ve surpassed our goal.” She sing songed as she danced toward the ladies serving the food.
“Thank God I got my ticket.” Drakos said.
We finally advanced and had our trays in hand as the ladies piled food on our plates.
“I’ll give you a grand for a take home box.” I heard a feminine voice and looked up from the food to see Morgan Rossi trying to negotiate.
“I’m sorry, Morgan. We’re sold out and people already bought all the food.” The older woman explained.
“Fine, I will take you to LA for my movie premier and even buy your dress if you make me one small box to take home.”
I had to smile at her persistence.
“Morgan, its not ours to give you. They’ve all purchased meal tickets.” The woman said.
“Okay, fine. I guess I need to sweeten the pot a little, Mrs. White. I’ll take you to my premier, buy you anything you want in New York, and go on that date with your grandson. Hell, I’ll even have his babies if you give me those three pieces of white meat right there and another piece of pie.”
Mrs. White burst into laughter. “My grandson will kill me for this, but the answer is still no.”
“Ugh, there has to be something! Fine, I will take you to my premier, buy you whatever you want in New York, have babies with your grandson and change Mr. White’s Depends for the duration of one year, for four pieces of white meat and two pieces of pie.”
Mrs. White dropped her serving spoon and I unfortunately let a laugh escape.
“A whole year? You understand he has IBS, right?” Mrs. White asked.
Morgan nodded real big.
“That is so unfair, Morgan. This isn’t my food to give away, but it’s very tempting.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine! You can’t give me any take home chicken, but you could give me the recipe.” She waited patiently for the answer.
“Morgan, sweetheart.” She patted Morgan’s arm. “The recipe is top secret and only passes down from father to son, but if you take me to your premier, buy me what I want from New York, have babies with my grandson and change my husband’s depends for a year, I’d be more than happy to bake you a whole pie.”
Morgan pouted. “I can bake my own pie.”
Mrs. White laughed. “You make the best pies, Morgan. You got how many ribbons in 4H for your pies?”
Morgan blushed. “Twelve.”
“Next month we have the fire department's festival. Buy more than one meal ticket and you’ll be set to take some home.” Mrs. White was amused but Morgan was holding the line up by distracting the woman holding the gravy spoon.
“Fine.” Morgan turned then I heard her mutter under her breath. “Fifty grand for two pieces of fucking white meat and a leg.”
I was amused and still smiling when Mrs. White turned to me and apologized.