He hated my guts when I spoke to him like he was a mere three-year-old. Vince sighed. “Yeah, you did.”
“That’s so sweet,” Kiara cooed as she placed her hand on mine. I could see the attraction she had for me in her eyes as clear as day; The admiration she had for me was growing each day.
I laughed. “He was such a sweet little boy, Kiara, always following me around like a little puppy.”
Vincent had started to play with the loose threads of his jeans. His face showcased nonchalance. Kiara giggled, obviously thinking of this as a cute little childhood thing between brothers.
I turned to face Vincent, pinning him with a hard stare. “You’ve got to prepare for your exams, am I correct?”
“Vincent has exams?” Kiara seemed distressed. “Oh, if I knew earlier, I wouldn’t have insisted on you teaching me the piano. I’m sorry I took your time, Vince.”
Oh, so now Vincent had become Vince? How many days or hours did it take for this transition to happen?
“It’s alright, Kiara. Sometimes I need a good break from my usual routine.” He passed her his killer smile—the type that usually brought women to their knees and then his gaze dropped to mine, and the smile faded.
I passed him my best don’t-you-dare-fuck-with-my-girl stare, and that told him to take his leave.
“I’ll see you around, Kiara,” he said.
“See you,” Kiara called out after him. I claimed the vacant seat by the piano beside her.
She looked at me bashfully, her long lashes peering at me.
“You shouldn’t tease him like that, Jasper.”
I leaned into the sweet scent of peaches. “Oh come on, sweetheart. It’s a big brother’s job to tease their younger siblings.”
She laughed and reached for my tie, toying with it with her fingers. “How was your trip?”
“Not that great,” I responded.
“Why not?” she asked innocently.
I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Because you weren’t there with me.”
I knew I’d said the right thing because her eyes sparkled with love and admiration for me. “Would you like me to teach you to play the piano?”
Her smile widened. “Of course.”
“How about we perfect the same piece Vincent was showing you earlier?”
“That would be great,” she responded eagerly.
I taught her how to play the piano and was quite surprised to see that Kiara was a fast learner. Once I showed her something, she would grasp it quickly, and that impressed me. I was right to have chosen her. She was the one. There was no doubt.
***
Kiara
Jasper taught me how to play the piano, and I liked how his long elegant fingers worked expertly on the instrument. After he’d showed me a few times, he let me practice. I made some mistakes, and we laughed about it. I didn’t remember having this much fun before. It made me forget all the messed up things in my life. I liked how his warm blue eyes watched me with delight. I was falling hard for this man, and it was almost too suffocating.
He leaned in, and I smelled the musky male scent of him that made me swoon a little. Before I knew what was happening, Jasper slid his hand under my thigh, and the other grasped my waist as he pulled me into his lap. I gasped when his lips crashed against mine. The hand that held my waist went up to feel the curves of my body. His mouth was insistent on mine; parting my lips so his tongue could plunge deeper. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my throat.
My hands brushed over his shirt front, and his fingers moved over my breasts. The blouse was silk, so I could feel the heat of his palm as it squeezed my right breast. “Jasper…”
His mouth had stopped assaulting my lips and moved down to trail kisses along my jawline where I could feel the wetness of his tongue tasting me—ravishing me. He was like a madman obsessed with possessing me, like a beast unleashed. The intensity of his mouth, along with the possessive touch of his hands, was a little too much, and I was becoming giddy from all of it. If kissing him was so exhilarating, I wondered what sex would be like with this man. And just like that, I was jealous of every other woman that had him in bed before me.
Nothing about his touch was soft; it was all dominant and unabashed. That’s what I liked about himhow unapologetic he was. I didn’t think any woman would ever want his hands to stop doing what he was doing to me, and it made me realize just how shameless I’d become when I took his hand and dipped it inside my shirt. With other men, I couldn’t fathom doing that, but with Jasper, I didn’t feel awkward.
His fingers grazed my nipple and then pinched it. I made a gasping sound when both his hands cupped my breasts firmly. I saw his head lowering as he took one breast in his mouth and suckled the tip until I was moaning his name. A smile played on his lips as he took control of my mouth, and that drowned all my moans. He chuckled, and I whispered. “Someone will see us.”
Swiftly, Jasper was up on his feet, letting my legs wrap around his middle. He closed the door, took the lid prop of the piano, and pulled it down. He placed me on the edge of the closed piano and took my mouth in a deep kiss. My hand slid against the front of his pants, I could feel how hard he’d become. He was thick and long, throbbing for me.
I heard him growl. When Jasper’s fingers reached for the hem of my skirt, he pushed the skirts up to my waist. His expert fingers peeled my damp panties to my ankles, and I felt his thick fingers reach the folds between my thighs.
Before I knew it, I was spreading my legs wider. I was being completely shameless, and I hardly cared. Jasper chuckled under his breath and whispered in his sexy voice, “You are so wet for me, you dirty little whore.”
My cheeks flushed. Of all things, I’d never expected him to say that, but Jasper didn’t seem like the kind of man who’d be a gentleman in bed. Maybe he got his kicks by name-calling.
I cried when his finger continued to rub against me. I arched my back as his fingers slid inside of me. I was lost in a frenzy of emotions and feelings. Jasper knew what he was doing; in fact, he was an expert in seduction. I didn’t quite remember feeling this way with my previous boyfriend.
My eyes closed because it became a little too much. Being in love with a person and having him love me back. At least that’s what I thought this was about. He’d missed me so much during the past few days that he couldn’t stop himself from having his hands over me, and honestly, I didn’t mind. It was clear that we felt the same about each other.
I was getting close to climaxing until I felt a sharp pain. I tried to sit up, but he held me tightly in place, and I clenched my teeth as the pain surged through me again. It took me a second to realize what had happened. Jasper had thrust inside me. I thought we were just messing around; turned out we weren’t. We were having sex. A little warning would have been great.
I went up on my elbows to see Jasper’s expression laced with desire. Anyone would think we were making love, but we weren’t.
He pulled out of me and drove into me so hard, my knees buckled. The pain overpowered the pleasure. I was going to tell him to slow down. I wanted to tell him that I needed some time to accommodate him, but my voice was lost in his growls of carnal desire. He continued to thrust inside me relentlessly until I felt his release.
When Jasper was done, he pulled my skirt down slowly, and I heard the sound of his zipper. He was still panting when he said, “That was lovely. We should do it again soon.”
I remained sprawled on the piano as I heard his footsteps walking out of the room. The door of the music room closed behind him. It was a while later that I realized I had been thoroughly used.
Chapter Thirteen
Jasper
I’d mastered the act of calmness. Over the years, I became good at faking it. When I’d seen Vincent and Kiara sitting together on that bench and Vincent smiling down at her, I saw red. I had the urge to claim what was mine. It was just foreplay at first, and I’d planned on leaving soon after, but when I saw her sweet little cunt
and felt how tight she was, I lost my senses, and before I knew it, I was thrusting inside her. To top it off, I’d been exceptionally careless, not having used protection and all.
I hated it when I couldn’t think straight, and especially when I was unable to read minds. From the way Kiara had been giving me the cold shoulder, I realized I’d done it wrong. I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the best of me, but it just happened. One thing led to another. Maybe she shouldn’t wear those sexy silk blouses anymore. I screwed up. Now I had to make it right.
I was in my office, talking on the phone with a client, when Vincent stormed inside. He didn’t seem quite in the mood, and I wondered if this was about the same issue we’d gone through innumerable times. Vincent was dressed in a black Polo t-shirt over denim and had his legs crossed in front of him, his eyes scanning the office.
My secretary, Molly, walked in with a tray and placed two cups of coffee on the table, along with some assortments. She passed Vincent a quick smile and turned to face me as I hung up the phone. “Sir, you have a meeting with Mr. Petrov in twenty minutes.”
I flashed her my winning smile. “I remember, but please remind me again a few minutes before the meeting starts.”
“Of course, sir,” Molly responded, and then turned to Vincent. “How are you doing, Mr. Lockhart? It’s nice to see you in the office after a long time.”
Vincent took a sip from his cup. “The coffee always brings me back here.”
Molly giggled, obviously charmed by Vincent. We, Lockharts, were very good at pleasing women and getting them to do exactly what we wanted. Molly was an average Jane; dark hair, dark eyes, all down to the nerdy glasses. Her boyfriend was an average Joe, working somewhere in retail at a minimum wage job. Although I would have liked to have someone beautiful work alongside me, I’d chosen Molly specifically because of her average looks. I didn’t believe in office flings, more so due to the fact that I liked to concentrate on the work and making the company better rather than being completely distracted by a piece of ass. Also, it seemed like Molly could detect danger from a mile away. She always had her eyes downcast. She was polite, did her job properly, and never wore anything inappropriate. Most of all, she didn’t try to get my attention by dropping the entire pen holder just so I could get a peek inside her shirt. The last time a PA had tried that, I fired her ass before she could say the word sorry.
I dismissed Molly after a brief instruction to hold all my calls until lunch break. When she was out of the room, I turned my attention to Vincent. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Junior Lockhart?”
I knew how it pissed him off when anyone called him by that name. Vincent had always been Junior Lockhart; our father was called Senior Lockhart, while I was always the unwanted bastard who actually proved himself in the end.
“Are you playing her?” he asked me.
I knew he meant Kiara, but I decided to play innocent. “Molly? No way. She’s not my type.”
“I meant Kiara.” His tone told me he knew I was bullshitting as always. “She seemed upset about something since this morning, but she refuses to tell me what it is.”
“Oh, is that why you’re here? We could have discussed this at home; there wasn’t any need for you to drive all the way to the office,” I pointed.
“That’s not the only reason why I decided to visit, and you did not answer my question,” Vincent said accusingly. A pause later, he continued, “This time you went too far, bringing a woman back to the mansion to live with you, and she doesn’t seem like the type you used to…” he trailed off, unable to come up with the right word. “Kiara seems quite levelheaded and it would be a shame to see her get hurt because of your childish behavior.”
“I don’t need you to give me any pieces of advice about what I should do and shouldn’t. Rather, I’d appreciate it if you mind your own fucking business.”
Vincent nodded, picking up a glass paperweight and rolling it between his fingers. “I’m minding my own business, although I should let you know that if I have the slightest clue that you’re in fact hurting her, I’ll be forced to take matters into my own hands and that’s when it won’t be pretty. The tabloids are sharks, sniffing for any small amount of controversy they could get their hands on, and I’d be glad to oblige. Trust me on this, Jasper; I have some really heavy evidence that could expose you.”
“Are you threatening me?” I loved a challenge when I saw one.
Vincent chuckled. “That’s one way to put it.”
“What do you want?”
“I’ll be clear so we understand each other better. Last time, when I voiced my desire to build a hospital, you refused to give me the required funds.” He regarded me from over the rims of the cup. “Now, I don’t need the funds. All I want is forty-five percent of the company revenues.”
I grinned at him, seething inside. “I always thought you could be a stand-up comedian.”
“I believe neurology is better suited to me.” He said in good humor, enjoying every bit of my discomfort.
“Well, not to be rude, lil’ brother, but forty-five percent revenues for contributing absolutely nothing seems quite unfair. As you already know, I manage all the operations of the company. The staff that I have right now, they are all trained and qualified. Everyone who works here earns their place. What can you offer the company?”
Vincent laughed. “Well, I’m a Lockhart.”
I laughed back at the joke. “Not good enough. I built this company from the ruins; it is what it is today because of my hard work. Why would I—”
He slammed two pictures on the table. “These will go directly to Kiara and the media.”
That’s when I lost it. “You bastard!” I growled at him.
He smiled. “Funny coming from you.” That smile vanished into a grim expression, one of a triumph player who’d played his chess pieces right. He had me in check, that sonofabitch. “I know how much you like playing games, but I realized that Kiara seems more important to you than your previous toys. Forty percent final.”
“Thirty-five,” I said. “Don’t push me.”
Vincent hummed an unfamiliar tune. “Forty percent and I’ll burn the pictures and all other evidence.”
“Will that matter? It’s probably saved in your laptop”” Vincent smiled. “You know me quite well. Thirty-five will do, I guess.”
Before he could walk out of the office, I called out to him. “Vincent, pack your bags. I don’t want you in the mansion. By tomorrow, I expect you to be gone. And if you try to meddle in between my relationship with Kiara, consider the thirty-five down to five. I wouldn’t care much about the tabloids. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.” Vincent had a wide smile on his face when he walked out of the office.
I gritted my teeth and brought all the stuff on the table tumbling down with a swipe of my hand. I took a few deep breaths and by the time Molly walked into the office, I had a smile plastered on my face. Murder was on my mind.
Rage was taking all over, and it would only be a matter of time before I snapped at someone, and then they would see how ugly it could get. Nobody fucked with Jasper Lockhart, the only one who dared was Vincent. Vincent knew those were the only threats he could pull. He couldn’t go too far as he lacked power, and crossing the line would cost him.
Even though Vincent had already left, I could still smell the loss in the air; his megawatt smile was proof enough.
***
Kiara
After that day in the music room, Jasper acted like nothing happened. He hadn’t forced himself on me; I willingly encouraged him, but I’d thought our first time would be in bed and not on the flat surface of a shiny black piano. I’d fantasized about us together a lot of times, and every time in those fantasies, I imagined going on a date with him first and end up with me wearing the sexiest red lingerie, then make sweet love in bed. Slow and sensuous. Not raw and animalistic.
The thought continued to disturb me. It’s been over a week since I came to the mansi
on, and I continued to feel detached from the world outside. Having no connection with my mother, or Kathy, was disturbing enough, that I started to wonder if Jasper actually had any feelings for me.
I knew it was wrong of me to be selfish. Jasper had done a lot of things for me, but I felt worthless. Every time I asked him about talking to mom, he refused and said that it wouldn’t do me any good. He said that once things had fallen back into place, he’d take me to her himself, and I believed him. Within the little amount of time that I’d been staying here, I became friends with Vincent. He was funny and nice; sometimes I laughed so much with him that I forget everything that troubled me.
I looked forward to seeing him every evening. My thoughts were interrupted by the housekeeper, Morgan, who appeared busy with loading baggage into Vince’s G-wagon.
“What’s going on here?” I asked him.
Morgan sported his usual solemn expression. Sometimes, I wondered if he was a robot. “Master Vincent will be leaving today, evening.”
He was saying something else, but I tuned it out completely.
Vincent was leaving today!
I took off into the mansion and went to that one place I knew I could find him. The music room. I stopped short at the door, watching him play a sad tune. My eyes were moist, and tears trickled down my face as I clapped slowly. He turned to face me and passed me his dazzling smile. He climbed to his feet as I made my way towards him, and we stood in the center of the room, looking into each other’s eyes. Not a word was exchanged between us.
Vincent cleared his throat and said, “I must be a good musician if I can make a girl all emotional.”
My heart started to leap out of my throat. With a shaky voice, I asked, “You’re leaving?”
His expression was almost apologetic. He glanced at the mansion and then turned to face me. “Yes, Milady, I am.”
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