Chapter 24 Nick
Nick
My dick is painfully hard as I watch her walk away. It takes every drop of my dwindled self-control not to chase her in the house and carry her to my bed.
As soon as the door closes, I grip myself tightly in my hand. I have to let one go before I’m able to think about what just happened. I stroke myself while licking my lips and savoring what’s left of her on my tongue, she tastes so sweet—my new favorite flavor.
I pump hard and fast, working through my sexual frustration. I finally got a taste of her and already want more. The way her pussy squeezed my fingers so tight when she came…fuck that was hot. I pump myself harder, imagining what she would feel like pulsing around my dick.
So tight…so wet…It doesn’t take long, and I have to stand and come in the towel I brought to dry off with. My release barely knocks the edge off.
Settling back in the hot tub, my unsatisfied dick still semihard, I reach into the basket of fruit I brought out here and pop a strawberry in my mouth.
What just happened with her goes against my better judgement.
How can I tell my men to keep their hands off her when I can’t even follow the same advice?
They won’t look out for or protect her like I will but that doesn’t mean I’m any good for her. If I keep letting this happen, she might get attached—if she isn’t already—and I’ll just be another man who lets her down.
She can’t trust me if I’m the one taking advantage of her.
It doesn’t seem like it now, but that’s what it is.
As much as she stays on my mind, and as much as I can’t help but want to be in her space when she’s close to me, I still can’t give her love and affection if that’s what she needs. I’m not capable of it.
If she wants to go out with Marcus, I might have to let her be the one to make that decision. The thought sends me into a rage, but deep down I know keeping her locked up and not letting her experience life on her own is only going to backfire on her progress.
If I can’t give her the relationship she wants—if that’s what she wants. It would be selfish of me to keep her from finding someone who can give her what she needs in that department. I sure as fuck am not going to like it, but I don’t have to, as long as she’s happy.
I may need to take up smoking again to keep myself from ripping Marcus or whoever her boyfriend is to shreds if she lets him touch her because they won’t tell her no. They will do exactly what I did and more.
Lucky bastards.
Fuck. I don’t want go through with this, but I have to. It has to be done to keep me from destroying her. I won’t lie or lead her into believing I want something I don’t, but girls sometimes try to change a man for that and will break themselves to do it.
Maybe I can back off from her and just refuse to let her date. I need a clear head and right now I don’t have one. I’ll revisit these thoughts tomorrow.
I exit the tub and take everything inside. As I am putting the dishes in the sink, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.
Ethan.
“Taking a break?” He’s been chomping at the bit to get laid so I told him to take Sasha home.
“Yeah. Your secretary has sucked and fucked every ounce of fluid from my body. I was getting a drink. What are you doing?” He eyes me suspiciously.
“I was having a drink in the hot tub.” I put the unfinished pitcher of margaritas in the fridge.
“Did you need a drink for both hands?” Of course he sees both glasses. “Where’s Rivers? Tell me you didn’t just fuck her out there.” His face reddens with anger.
“She went to bed and no, I didn’t fuck her.” He doesn’t believe me, and it shows. The cum towel wrapped around my waist proves that I didn’t, but I’m not going to bring it to his attention. I wouldn’t have been able to pull out if I felt her sweet pussy.
“I heard the door open several minutes before you came in. I swear to God, Nick, if you hurt her, I’ll kill you myself.”
This is why I usually don’t put Ethan on the frontlines of any of my missions, he lets emotions overwhelm him. He’s better off doing the technical stuff behind the scenes.
“Why do you care so much? Would you rather fuck her instead? I saw the way you were staring at her in the club.” And as much as I’d like to deny it, it pissed me the fuck off.
Jealousy, I think, is what they call that emotion. Tonight was a first for me and I can see why people commit murder for it.
“She’s a beautiful woman, of course I was looking at her.
But not in the way you think. I see her for the real her.
You haven’t been there the last few months, you haven’t been the one to watch her come out of her cocoon and blossom like a beautiful butterfly.
You haven’t seen or dried her tears, you haven’t seen her war with herself or give every last drop of strength she has to make sure she completes a hard task, and you damn sure don’t see her for who she truly is.
She’s just an employee you plan to use and discard. ” He’s tense, his fists are clenched.
He's wrong. She’s not just an employee, she’s so much more, even if I can’t put my finger on what more is. He doesn’t need to know that though. I’m not going to pretend to be a hero when I’m content with being the villain.
“I might not have been there alongside her, but believe me, I won’t make that mistake again.” I glower at him.
He doesn’t break the stare until Sasha appears in the door behind him and calls him back. “Ethan, come back to bed. I’m lonely.” Her glare shoots icy daggers at me, completely missing their mark. I don’t care about her.
“I’m serious, asshole, you hurt her, and it won’t just be her you lose, it’ll be me too. I won’t sit back and let you destroy her.” He walks off, leaving me standing there shocked.
8:17 a.m. - Judge Vernon has agreed to postpone your case. When is your start date? The earlier the better. We need information on Madam LaBell before any more girls slip through the cracks.
I suggested bringing Kaleb in and torturing information out of him, but Vade said we’ve only been able to pin one lead to him, and he might not have any other valuable information to give us yet. Which is true, unfortunately.
If we can get what we need from one source, it’s better than launching a full-scale operation. Truth be told, I’m growing mighty fond of our decoy. It was impossible for me to sleep last night.
I had to relieve myself in the shower again this morning. The taste of her was even better than I suspected it would me. My dick is growing hard in my pants just thinking about it.
8:18 a.m - Yeah man that’ll be great. Hey, I got wind from some folks back home that Tito was spotted around town. You still want to talk to him?
Tito. Welcome home motherfucker. A huge grin spreads across my face, I can barely contain my excitement. Fucking right I still want to talk to him.
I lean back in my chair and savor the rough cracking of my knuckles against my palms. He’s going to regret every single minute he spent torturing my little cupcake.
I can’t wait to sit back and watch her get her revenge, and if it gets to be too much for her, I’ll gladly take over. His fucking days are limited.
8:18 a.m. - I do. Get my number to him and tell him to give me a call.
Since I have to wait to dish out my wrath on Kaleb, this gives me something to look forward to. I wish she knew the identity of her other abusers. Dealing with Tito is a good start, we can possibly find out the rest later.
8:19 a.m. - Will do.
Sasha comes strutting in my office. She spent all night fucking Ethan and looks like total shit today.
“I need to head to town and get some more flowers for the office, pick up your dry cleaning, and run by the liquor store. They got another case of Weller’s for you in today.” She leans over my desk, pushing her breasts out.
Normally, I would take this opportunity to take the bait and stare, but I don’t look up from the file I’m reading.
“Very well, stop by your apartment and clean yourself up before you come back.” I flick through the pages of the latest proposal Captain Cunt is trying to pass before city council. This bitch never quits.
“I took a shower before I left your beach house this morning. If you weren’t so busy avoiding me, you would have known that.” Her voice oozes with annoyance.
I really don’t care what she did before she left, as long as she did just that—left.
“We have an image to keep up in this office, Sasha, you can’t be parading around in yesterday’s attire. Either change your clothes or don’t come back.” I hear her inhale sharply, so I look up. “I mean it.”
“Nick, you’re not mad at me for last night, are you? You said you weren’t in the mood.” She gives me a pouty lip and tries to stroke the side of my face but I dodge her.
“I wasn’t in the mood then, and I’m not in the mood now.” She can’t seem to take a hint. The more I avoid her, the harder she tries.
She’s never been this clingy. That’s the reason I’ve kept her around as long as I have. I never had to worry about commitment issues with her. The way she acted in the club last night, you think I had glued her to me until I refused to dance with her.
I also hope she resolves whatever issues she has with the girl quickly because whether I like it or not, Sasha is a vital part of this mission. I can’t have her getting her feelings in the way.
I’ve never seen her react to another female that way. When I take her out for business functions, there’s never a shortage of beautiful women hugging on me or even trying to kiss me when they think they can get away with it. What makes it worse is Sasha believes Maya to be related to me.
She walks around to the edge of my desk and drops to her knees. “I can tell you are super stressed. You’ve got to be with all this stuff going on and having to send your niece in. Let me just help you take a load off. I promise I will leave after.” She reaches for my zipper.
“I’ve been jerking off since I was twelve. I think I know how to take a load off.” I push her hand away and she looks absolutely stunned.
“Ok,” she gives me another pouty grin, “but please let me know if you change your mind. No strings attached, I promise.” She stands and walks out the door.
I take a deep breath and lay my head back. I know exactly who I want to take a load off and it’s the one I need to leave alone. It’s what’s best for her and I can’t let what happened last night happen again, but god do I want it to.
It was easy watching and obsessing over her from afar.
Since she’s been back, I find it almost impossible to keep my hands off her.
This can’t happen. I’m smart enough to know a beautiful woman like her is going to attract lots of attention, it’s stupid of me to try and keep her under wraps knowing I’m no good for her.
I should’ve never let myself step between her and Marcus on the dance floor. Things might’ve had a completely different outcome. She could’ve stayed in her room texting him, and I could’ve remained alone on the porch—stalking her on camera like normal.
There’s only one way to fix this, and I’m not going to like it. I have to let her go out with Marcus if that’s what she wants. Even if he is a player, she needs to be able to make her own choices.
I will give him an ultimatum though—if he hurts her, he’s a dead man.