Chapter 5
Rick
We’re at my mansion, except that the mood is somber and quiet because it’s Sally May’s wake.
Yes, my former secretary passed away, and I offered my home for her remembrance.
It’s fine because she worked for me for over a decade, and I want something dignified and respectful for a woman who was dignified and respectful while she was alive.
But a lot has happened since I took the naughty photos of Jenna.
I genuinely believed that we’d progress onto the next step.
I was certain that soon, I’d have my dick buried deep in the beautiful teen as she cried out with pleasure, the curvy girl coming apart on my hardness.
But everything got turned around because although Jenna believed her mother was getting better during our Hawaiian getaway, the opposite actually happened.
Sally passed away quietly in her sleep, and Jenna was distraught.
The young woman was in shock, honestly, and I took over all the arrangements.
Sally’s body was transported back to the States; Jenna was escorted home by another member of my team; and I scheduled the funeral and ensuing wake.
Now, we stand in the living room. There aren’t too many people here, probably only around thirty or so, but it’s not the number of people that matter.
It’s how we choose to commemorate Sally’s life, and how much they meant to her.
From across the room, I watch as Jenna, looking pale in a black dress, thanks Peter Anton and his wife as they shake her hand.
Peter worked closely with her mother at Tatti, and I know he’ll miss Sally’s presence almost as much as I.
But despite the sad occasion, Jenna looks gorgeous.
The young woman is a bit pale and wan, but her curves are as luscious as ever, even clad in a loose black gown.
Her golden hair is tied back in a simple braid, tendrils already curving lovingly around her cheeks and I feel an overwhelming urge to press a kiss to her plush pout just to feel the softness of her skin as I stroke a big breast.
Get your head out of the gutter, Purdy, the voice in my head warns. You’re such a sick fuck for even thinking these thoughts at Sally’s wake.
I am, but Sally also left me as guardian to her daughter, and I make my way over to where Jenna stands. She turns to me, her eyes oddly hot and bright.
“Hi Mr. Purdy,” she says in a low voice. “Thank you for coming.”
“Sweetheart, I live here, remember?” I answer in a deep voice. “But it’s fine. You’re tired and exhausted from the events of the day. Do you want to go upstairs to lie down? Almost everyone’s gone.”
“No, of course not,” Jenna says quickly. “I’m okay. The apple cider your staff served is delicious, by the way. And the mini-cheese croquettes too. Yum.”
I place a massive hand on her narrow shoulder, and at first, Jenna stiffens a bit. But then she relaxes into my touch, and a powerful rush of emotion surges in my chest. The young woman is vulnerable and she needs me. I want to protect her at any cost, and lower my voice into a rumble.
“If you don’t feel comfortable taking a nap, at least take a short break. I’ll stay here and handle the guests, so no one will notice. Just relax a little, and take some time to breathe. You deserve it, sweetheart.”
The young blonde stares at the ground, but I can sense weariness permeating her form. Her shoulders slump a bit as she nods, her chin pointed and delicate.
“Sure, maybe I’ll sit for a moment. Should I use your parlor?”
“No, sweetheart, because the guests will find you. Here, we have a second kitchen off of the first. Let me take you there, and no one will even suspect where you are.”
With one hand on Jenna’s shoulder, I gently guide her past the remaining guests, through the massive dining room, and then through the large kitchen on the first floor.
Behind the main kitchen is a second one, complete with a six-burner stove, two ovens, a massive fridge, as well as cabinets stocked with plates, utensils, serving platters, and the like. Jenna pauses as she takes in the space.
“Wow,” she remarks in a low tone. “I didn’t know that people kept two fully functional kitchens in their homes.”
I grin, the corner of my mouth twitching as I pull out a stool for her to sit on.
“Yeah, it happens with big houses sometimes. It’s one of the necessities when you entertain a lot because cooking can be a steamy, smelly, not to mention loud affair.
It’s disruptive when I have guests over.
Plus, you can can imagine the frenetic hustle and bustle of my staff when I throw a dinner party.
As a result, a lot of homes this size are built with a second kitchen just off the first where they do the actual work.
That way, the main one that guests see stays pristine, and people can socialize and enjoy themselves without being presented with the sight of massive cauldrons bubbling, and raw meat being chopped. ”
That makes Jenna smile.
“Cauldrons bubbling? Raw meat being chopped? Surely, they’d have that done before the guests arrive, right?”
“Maybe,” I shrug with a grin while pouring two glasses of lemonade from the fridge. “I’m not a chef myself, so I’m not sure exactly how the kitchen works, but my staff is excellent, and I know I can trust my butler, Mr. Brearley, to handle everything.
Jenna nods as she sips her lemonade. She’s so beautiful, and yet also lost looking as she sits on the stool in her black dress with her drink in hand.
She’s tiny in the huge space, her blonde hair gleaming in the low light, and I want nothing more than to protect her.
To make her happy. To make her laugh. Hell, I have a sudden vision of Jenna sitting right on this very stool with a big belly, smiling at me as she sips a glass of lemonade.
She’d be swollen and gorgeous, and I’d be the man who put the baby inside her.
Are you fucking serious? the voice in my head screams. You’ve gone from taking dirty pictures of this woman to imagining her as the mother of your brood? Hell no! Who the hell even has a child with a woman who does Only Fans?
But I shrug the voice away because I don’t care about shit like that.
Other men have alleged “standards,” meaning that they marry a woman with a fancy college degree, a perfect pedigree, and who conducts herself like a princess among “polite society.” But I know what happens in the end.
Said dudes get bored of their wives, and they start cheating.
It’s as simple as that. They don’t necessarily go to regular strip clubs with hoochies trying to make a buck, but they do join exclusive members-only gentlemen’s clubs which feature gorgeous women like Jenna, who are discreet, beautiful, sassy, and sometimes down on their luck.
I know because I belong to several of these said gentlemen’s clubs, and I see married men all the time.
Some of the dudes don’t even take off their wedding bands on premises, and it doesn’t bother anyone: not management, not the other patrons, nor even the women.
No one is there to judge what powerful billionaires do with their time and money; instead, it’s the alpha males who call the shots, and the girls are only too happy to do their bidding.
So yes, who cares if Jenna performs on Only Fans?
What matters to me is that she needs someone right now, and I want to be that man.
The young woman is clearly fragile from the death of her mother, and who better to care for her than me?
In fact, her mother left me as her daughter’s guardian, and perhaps this is a good time to have that conversation.
As a result, I seat myself on a stool next to Jenna, taking my time with the young girl. There’s no need to startle or shock her, and so I don’t begin right away. Instead, we sit in silence for a few moments, letting the quiet pass over us.
“Are you okay?” I finally rumble, shooting her a sideways look. “It’s been a tough time since Sally passed when we were in Hawaii, and I don’t think I’ve had a chance to offer my condolences. I’m sorry, Jenna, about your mother’s death.”
She smiles a little, staring down at her lemonade.
“Yeah, it all happened kind of quick. I genuinely thought Sally was getting better. The heat and sun were good for her bones, and the island was relaxing with the ocean, humid tropical breeze, and delicious food. Little did I know…”
I reach one big hand over to cover her small one before giving it a squeeze.
“It was Sally’s time,” I say in a deep voice, making eye contact with her. “We all go at some point, and Sally had been called. It was good that she passed while happy and comfortable, on vacation with the person she loved most in the world: you.”
Jenna smiles a little sadly, inhaling deeply. I can’t help but notice how her big breasts rise, and my cock twitches in response. But this isn’t the time to get raunchy, and I merely squeeze her hand again as she turns to me.
“Yes, and thank you for everything, Mr. Purdy,” Jenna repeats in a slow voice. “We couldn’t have done it without you, from the funeral planning, to transporting my mom’s body back to the States, to hosting the wake. I owe you.”
At that, I step in immediately.
“No, you don’t, sweetheart. Your mom was a loyal employee of mine for ages. If anything, I owe it to Sally for her many years of hard work.”
Jenna nods again, still looking down as she bites her plush lower lip.
“But still, I appreciate you, Mr. Purdy. You went way beyond what most employers do, and we didn’t have anyone else. I owe you.”
I shake my head.
“No, you don’t, sweetheart—”
But my words stop in my throat because Jenna’s slipped off the stool sinuously to kneel before me as I watch with astonished eyes.
Then, she opens her mouth into a perfect “O” before running her hands up my thighs and gently caressing my package.
Of course, I turn rock hard in seconds, the feel of her soft hands electric.