The Big D

by Brittany Crowley

  “There’s nothing I can do to persuade you? Wait, don’t you have a new position?” He smirks like he won the battle.

  “Nope, I turned it down.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  “Probably. But I’m not taking handouts from my new boyfriend.”

  “Boyfriend huh?”

  “Well, I assumed… wait.” My face heats red at the assumption.

  He stands and makes his way across the kitchen to me. He encloses his arms on either side of my body and leans in to my ear. “I fucking love hearing you call me your boyfriend.”

  “To the shower!” I yell before ducking under his arm and running.

  “You better run baby. I’ll give you a two-second head start.”

  “That’s implying I don’t want you to catch me!” I laugh while running towards my bathroom.

  Spoiler Alert! He caught me and made me pay… twice.

  BYE, FELICIA

  “How was your birthday?”

  “Um… uneventful.” I shrug my shoulders.

  I’ve decided to keep a lid on me and Big D’s new relationship. God knows how long it will last despite everything he’s said to me. People don’t need to think I screwed my way to the top and that’s exactly what they’ll think.

  “Bummer. You should have called me. We could have gone clubbing or something.”

  My nose scrunches. “I’m too old for that stuff.”

  “Are you kidding me? You turned 25!” Lexie yells.

  “24 thank you very much.”

  “Exactly! You’re in your prime, you need to find a man.”

  “I’m pretty sure the type of guy I’m looking for wouldn’t be from a club.”

  “You never know. I met Cliff when I was out and he’s a catch.”

  Such a catch that when he comes in to see her he flirts and gropes the wait staff. She doesn’t know it and I’m not going to be the barer of bad news. Plus, we’re work friends. I would never take her up on a night on the town.

  “I’ll catch you later, all my tables are full.”

  “Our tables are always full!”

  I grab my plates and head for a group of wicked attractive guys in one of the back tables. They’re thirty-ish if I had to guess their age. I am however not fooled by their looks. I’m not stupid, I know they’re saying unwholesome things. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out when you get to the table and they all stop talking. Or you catch one doing a lewd gesture behind your back.

  I swear, sometimes men are nothing more than overgrown babies.

  “Is there anything else you need gentleman?”

  “Your number sweet thing.”

  Their liquid courage must be kicking in. Or it’s just that whole I’m rich, you’re a waitress, so you’ll do as I want and say thing. It doesn’t matter really, not in a million years. I have a solid rule not to mess with customers, not that I would with my budding relationship.

  “You need ketchup? Coming right up sir.” I leave the idiots and check on my other tables and deliver a few more meals. The best thing to do is ignore them. If you feed into it you’re only provoking them. When I return to their table they have a new buddy who pulled up a chair.

  Surprise, surprise it’s Grant. Don’t even tell me he’s friends with these douchebags. When I approach the table his eyes warm when he spots me.

  “Sweetness, we’ll need another round and add a Jack and coke for my friend here.” He claps him on the back.

  When I turn around one of the guys mentions my ass and I hear WHACK! When I turn around I see that Grant has the guy by the collar whispering in his ear. When I turn back around to walk over to the bar I can’t hide the smile on my face.

  As I’m waiting for the bartender to fill the drink order a hand comes around my hip. Grant plops down on the stool directly next to me with a serious mug on his face.

  “I’m sorry about that baby. Chaz is an asshole.”

  “No worries. I’ve dealt with worse.”

  “I don’t like it. You should take the new position we offered you.”

  “No way. When I get a promotion, it’s going to be because I earned it. Plus, I won’t be working here much longer.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I can’t work in your restaurant Grant. It’s a conflict of interest. Look around, everyone that works here is looking at us. Most likely wondering why you’re giving me the time of day.”

  He stands up and shocks the hell outta me when he wraps my arms around his neck and goes to town on my lips. Sucking, nibbling biting the hell out of them. When he’s finished I’m in a daze and need a new pair of panties.

  “Well…” He fixes his jacket before sitting back on the stool. “Now they know.”

  “Wuh?”

  “They know why I’m talking to you now.”

  “Did you do that to stake your claim?” I smile.

  “Fuck yes! All these assholes need to know you’re taken.”

  That makes me laugh. “Well done sir. Not that anyone was looking my way.”

  I place all the drinks on my tray, but place Grant’s in front of him. My assumptions that he’s done with those jerks are confirmed when he winks as he takes a healthy swig.

  Before I walk away I hear him mumble to himself. “She has no fucking idea.”

  He always thinks I’m so out of tune. I’m starting to think maybe I am.

  Halfway to the douchebag table, Lexie tells me she needs to see me in the kitchen ASAP. I assume something’s wrong so I quickly drop off the drinks and head through the swinging doors to find her. I did however notice not one man would meet my eyes nor did they throw any derogatory remarks out. Swoon.

  Once I’m through the swinging door Lexie’s on me like we’re playing 20 questions.

  “Your screwing Grant Donovan?”

  “How did you manage that?”

  “Doesn’t he usually date super models?”

  And rapid-fire questions go on. I just stand there taking it in. And I’m a little ticked off if I’m being honest. I think my biggest reservation about giving into Grant is my disbelief that he actually wants to be with me. Why am I questioning it? I’m a catch damn it! I may be a little nerdy and can quote Harry Potter with the best of them. But underneath his many layers of money, he’s a person too.

  Which makes me realize I don’t know anything about Grant. I shake my head and promise myself to remedy that later.

  “Shut up Lexie!” I usually don’t say such things, but the girl won’t quit.

  “What?”

  “Why can’t I get someone like Grant? Every third question was disbelief over me and him being together.”

  She looks me over skeptically. “Well, you’re you and he’s a multimillion dollar bachelor.”

  “I’m not anymore.”

  I cringe when Grant chimes in on our conversation. How long has he been here?

  “Mr. Donovan, I didn’t mean…”

  “I know what you meant and your opinion is not needed and unwarranted. You’re done for the day.”

  “But…”

  “Bye.”

  Yelling out Bye, Felicia is on the tip of my tongue, but I think better of it. Instead I stand there, mouth agape. What the heck?

  “Did you just fire her?”

  “I haven’t decided yet. It’s not looking good.” He throws his arm around my shoulders and leads me out into the restaurant.

  “Well, not to marsh your mallow, but you just made my shift a hell of a lot more difficult.”

  “Huh?”

  “With her gone I have to do all her tables now too. Mandy’s already covering for a call out.”

  “Why would I expect you to suffer from my actions. I’ll take her tables.” He walks behind the bar and grabs a spare apron from a shelf underneath.

  “You're gonna wait tables?”

  “Of course. What do you think I did in college?”

  “I’m imagining your old money, so… not wait tables.”

  “I don
’t know why you keep insisting I grew up on the plantation with a person fanning us as we ate dinner.” He walks around the bar. “I didn’t wait tables in college, but I know how to get my hands dirty.” He winks and takes off for his corner of tables after asking which were Lexie’s.

  Two hours later we’re locking the doors for the night. Grant shocked me with his skills. He didn’t drop a thing, he packed his tray with way more than mine, didn’t get one order wrong and nobody complained he was slow.

  I’m so turned on I can’t see straight.

  “You ready to head home?” He questions.

  “You have no idea.” Then I remember my plan to find out more about him.

  “Come on, we’ll go to my place.” He ushers me out the back door in the kitchen after we clean and wipe down the tables.

  “I have to be to work by eight in the morning. That won’t work.”

  “Why not?”

  “I have no clothes at your place. Nude is against the dress code.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered.” He brings my hand to his mouth and gently kisses my knuckles.

  My first instinct is to say no and have him bring me home. But he defended my asses honor tonight along with sticking up for me to Lexie.

  “Okay. But just so you know, the tables are turning tonight. You seem to know a lot about me and I know absolutely nothing about you.”

  “That’s not true.”

  I cock my head and look at him skeptically.

  “You know I’m your boss and that I’m a persistent son of a bitch that loves your pussy. See, you know a lot already.”

  Laughter leaves my mouth as I roll my eyes. “It’s on Boss.”

  “Nope, I’m Grant to you, sometimes god.” His eyes light up with amusement. “Or the Big D. The last one’s my favorite. Do you refer to me as the Big D to your girlfriends?”

  I remain silent which makes him laugh.

  “Well baby, my Big D misses your Tight P. Let’s get home to rectify the situation?”

  I lick my lips as my lady bits start tingling. My Tight P is feeling neglected and ready for a little one on one action.

  TITTY TWISTER

  I’m starting to learn I have no will power when it comes to Grant. The second we got through the door he was ripping my clothes off and I let him.

  I should have demanded some answers and tried figuring out who he was like I originally planned.

  I should have stopped him when his head was between my legs.

  I should have stopped myself from sliding his cock inside my mouth.

  I should have stopped him when he was thrusting his Big D deep inside of me.

  I should have stopped him before I called out his name so loud there’s no doubt his neighbors knew he had female company.

  But I didn’t. And now I’m laying wide awake in his enormous bed while he softly snores next to me. My conscience won’t let me get any sleep, so I gently remove his hand from my boob and slowly slide out of his bed. I miss the warmth immediately, but I’ll be bored as hell all night if I just lie here staring at the ceiling.

  After throwing on his shirt I found on the floor, I make my way out of his bedroom to do some sleuthing. We bombed through his house like our genitals were on fire so I didn’t see anything. Literally nothing. I can’t tell you what his bedroom looks like even though I’ve been in there for the past several hours.

  Just outside his bedroom is a long-ish hallway. It has several doors and the hardwood floors are glowing. I can see the moonlight shining off them. He must have a cleaning lady unless he’s a closet Danny Tanner. That thought makes me chuckle.

  First, I set out to check all the rooms. No door goes left unopened tonight!

  I find two other bedrooms, an office and a massive bathroom. All contemporary. All boring as hell. It’s totally not my décor style. It looks like it’s staged. Like anyone could come with their toothbrush and move in. The only personal touches are a few picture frames in his office.

  As I’m shutting a drawer in the desk, don’t judge me, I notice a framed picture of Grant and the girl from the restaurant the first night I realized who he was. How the hell have I not questioned him about her? It’s like she completely slipped my mind and now I should lose my woman card. Damn it Agnes!

  When I look to the right there’s another picture, one of him with the beautiful woman and… a little girl.

  My heart starts racing because the puzzle pieces are falling together. There’s no personal touches here because it’s his booty pad! Oh my god, he’s married with a kid!

  I hear a throat clear and look up to find Grant propped against the door frame with amusement in his eyes.

  “Snooping, are we?”

  “I can’t believe you! Luring me in with your Big D all devil-may-care when you’ve got a child and a wife at home!”

  “What makes you think I’m married with a kid?” He still looks amused and it’s pissing me the hell off.

  With both frames in hand I lift them to the sky and wave them around for him to see. Grant walks up to me and grabs the frame with the little girl out of my hand.

  “I remember this day. Izzy was so excited when she opened the American Girl doll I got her. My sister was a little mad because it trumped the gift she got my niece, but I didn’t care. I love making her smile.”

  “Niece?”

  “Niece.” He confirms while taking the frames and placing them back on the desk. “The blonde’s my sister.”

  I hurry up and leave the office in search of the front door. My purse is on the way so I snatch it up and keep on moving. How embarrassing! What is wrong with me, I need to get out of here.

  When my hands on the door knob, Grant’s arms wrap around my waist before hoisting me in the air. He carries me to the living room I haven’t seen yet and sits on the couch then pulls me onto his lap.

  “Where do you think you’re going baby?” He nuzzles and nips at my neck.

  “I forgot I left my coffee pot on, I must get home.”

  “You don’t have a coffee pot.”

  “I could have a coffee pot.” I sigh.

  “What’s the matter?”

  “If we have this conversation I can’t be on your lap. I can feel your penis between my butt cheeks and its distracting me.”

  He laughs and sets me beside him after making sure to leisurely thrust his dick in my ass.

  “Listen, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but it has to stop. I’m not a messy insecure woman and that’s how I feel when I’m with you. I told myself I was gonna get to know you, give this relationship an honest to god shot. But then we barely clear your door and BAM! We’re screwing like a bunch of horny teenagers in a time crunch before my parents get home.”

  “I’d like to think my stamina is better than a teenager.”

  “Shut it. The point is you're making me throw my rules out the window. Hell with the window, you wipe them out and write your own.”

  “What can I do to make your morals feel better?”

  I look at him thinking about it. “Favorite color?”

  “Black and yellow.”

  “That’s two!”

  “Yes, because I love the way they look together.”

  “Fair enough. How old are you?”

  “29. And before you argue that I’m too old for you, just remember. Your name is Agnes and you speak like an old lady. So technically, you have an older, wiser soul.”

  “We’ll revisit that later. What’s your middle name?”

  He groans and throws his head back on the couch cushion. I jump up on my knees ready for this one.

  “Tell me, tell me, tell me!” I reach out and twist his nipple.

  “Ow!” He rubs his tender flesh but starts laughing. “I don’t think I’ve gotten a titty twister in over two decades.”

  “That’s sad. Now spill!”

  “Fine. If you must know, my full name is Grant Waldo Donovan.” He turns his head and glares at me as I burst out laughin
g.

  “Oh my god! Wheeerrrreee’ssss Walllldddoooo? I think that’ll be my new nickname for your penis.”

  He grabs me and has my body beneath him in an instant. “Please don’t. My middle name is a serious downer.”

  “Oh, downer as in can’t get it up. Got it.” I give him the thumbs up.

  He leans down to kiss me but I place my hand between us so he kisses my hand.

  “Not done yet?”

  “Not by a long shot.” I wiggle out from under him to resume my spit fire questioning.

  I find out along with a sister, he also has four brothers. He only has the one niece so far and he’s super close with his parents. I think his family is close in general. He mentions two of his brothers own a condo in the same building. It’s when we get into discussing his work that the panic sets in. I didn’t realize the enormity of his business. Don’t get me wrong, I knew he owned restaurants and was doing fantastic for himself. I can’t really wrap my brain around his wealth.

  “You own 40 restaurants across the US and have a few that are international?”

  “Yes. But my favorite is Greed in Vegas. I’ll have to take you sometime. The food is the best I’ve ever had, like eating magic.”

  “Who says that?” I laugh.

  “Someone that appreciates food.”

  “Point taken. It’s safe to assume you travel a lot with all your businesses being spread out?”

  “All the time. I told you I was just away for two weeks. There was a grand opening in New York, a new fusion restaurant.”

  “Like one of those Thai, Japanese places?”

  “It’s a little more than that, but yes.”

  “Fun!”

  “Do you know enough now? Can we go to bed?”

  “I don’t know about bed?” I wink at him and his eyes turn stormy.

  “You read my mind Aggie.” He hoists me up and over his shoulder, spanks my ass then takes off for the bedroom.

  I’m giggling and screaming, which quickly turns to moaning when his mouth latches onto my clit. But I want him inside me no matter how good his mouth feels.