As the waiter sat the domed silver platter in front of each of us, Amber’s eyes sparkled.
“Ash, what is this? No one else is getting a domed platter!”
I smiled and winked at her. She looked even more beautiful than ever tonight with her long hair swept back from her face. Her gown was bright blue and I loved how it brought out the blue in her eyes.
“It’s a surprise.”
He waved his hand at the waiter indicating he should do a grand reveal.
With great flourish, the waiter pulled back the lid revealing the main course.
“Ash! A bacon cheeseburger?” Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Not just any bacon cheeseburger, Miss, but a real Kobe Beef Burger topped with James Montgomery cheddar cheese and Artisan Applewood Smoked Bacon.” The stout waiter dressed in his formal tuxedo with white gloves stood back smiling.
“I see. And what’s that, Ash? Onion rings?”
“But, of course, Madam. Not just any onion rings, but Vidalia Onion Rings.” I affected the waiter’s formal tone.
Then two more waiters appeared at our table carrying nothing other than a silver bucket with two bottles of Bud Light!
“Ash! Bud Light? Here?” She giggled.
One of the waiters produced two crystal goblets and filled them with beer. Everyone in the restaurant turned to stare at us with curiosity.
“This isn’t even on the menu, Ash! How did you?”
“In honor of our first real dinner together several months ago at the fine dining establishment, Greasy Tony’s.” I laughed at her expression. I winked at her as I brushed her foot with mine under the table.
“Oh, now it’s Greasy Tony’s.” She laughed.
Then, she looked up at me.
“Oh, Ash.” She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. I imagined she was recalling the very hot night we were having until we received the terrible news about her father.
I raised my glass to her.
“To you, Amber, no longer just my assistant, but my beautiful partner now as well.”
She raised her glass to mine clinking it.
“And to you, Ash, for being the most incredible boss ever, now partner, and most of all, a friend.”
Warmth filled my being as we ate the delectable dinner. It amused me as the other customers watched us the whole evening laughing and enjoying each other.
As the night wore on, I noticed Amber’s eyes darken. Something was bothering her.
“Amber, you’ve been looking past me all night. What’s going on? Is it your father?”
She shook her head. Her eyes darted this way and that.
I turned to see what she’d been staring at.
Oh no, not again.
There he stood leaning against the bar. One arm was casually propped up on the bar his sleeve pulled up to reveal several tattoos and impressive muscles. His hair nearly the same shade of dark brown as mine fell over his forehead. He kept flipping it back out of his eyes. In his other hand, he held a glass of liquor. He was wearing tight black pants, so tight in fact I could make out a huge bulge in the crotch making me avert my eyes.
“That son of a bitch,” I muttered.
Amber grabbed my arm.
“Please, Ash, let’s not ruin our night. I don’t know why he’s here. Maybe it’s just---“
“--coincidence? I don’t think so, Amber. I’m going to tell this asshole off once and for all.” I threw back my chair and sauntered over to the bar.
Ayden stood there with a smirk on his handsome face as I approached him.
Amber raced after me. The entire restaurant turned to watch anticipating some sort of confrontation.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the great Ashton Blackthorne himself. Wow, such an honor to finally meet you.” Ayden placed his glass on the bar and extended his hand.
I slapped it away.
“Look, you sick fuck, leave Amber alone. I don’t know what your problem is, but it’s over between you two.” I leaned towards him menacingly. I had no issue with knocking this muscle bound idiot out right here in the restaurant.
“Really now, Ashton? Or is it Ash? Do you think that’s getting our relationship off to a good start?” Ayden stood up pushing his bar stool back. The bartender’s face went pale as he stood behind him unsure of what to do.
“Relationship? What the hell are you talking about, Ayden?”
Amber stood behind me trembling.
“Let’s just go, Ash.”
I waved her away.
“No, Ayden’s been dying to get into some sort of fight with me. Do you really want to do this now?” I held my arms out to my sides indicating I was ready to fight.
Ayden smirked laughing.
“No, Ash, now’s not the time. I’ve got a few more things to do first. But rest assured, we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Very soon.” Ayden pushed past me.
I grabbed him by his collar.
“Don’t you fucking walk away from me, Ayden. I’m not seeing you again ever. And if you see me, it will be looking up from the fucking ground.” I spun him around and before he could react I threw a well timed right hook to his jaw.
He fell forward clutching his face. He drew his beefy fist back to slam one into me. Amber screamed and the wait staff rushed forward.
“Hey, now, there will be none of this here. Mr. Blackthorne, do you need him removed?” The maître d’ looked at us both.
Ayden held his hands up. Blood trickled from the side of his mouth.
“I’m leaving, don’t worry. But, I’ll see you both again. Very soon. This isn’t over, not by a long shot.”
Three waiters stood to hold me back as Ayden left the restaurant. I turned back to Amber. She was shaking uncontrollably.
“Amber, I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have thrown the first punch, but he infuriated me.”
She nodded blotting her eyes with a tissue.
“I’m sorry, guys, for the trouble. Please allow me.” I handed the maître d’ a huge wad of bills.
“As you wish, Mr. Blackthorne. No problems here.”
I took Amber’s arm and we left.
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As we hopped on the highway, I gazed over at Amber. She looked happy now that we’d left the restaurant. I knew I needed to do something to take her mind off the confrontation with Ayden.
Leaning forward, I changed the music from the pulsating beat of Rob Zombie to a station that played soft, romantic music.
Surprised by the abrupt change in music, Amber turned to me.
“Ash, what did you do that for? I liked that song!” She pouted slightly.
“Just felt right. Let’s just take a ride out to my house in the Hamptons. I think you’ll love what I’ve done with the place.”
Amber grinned. Her hand fluttered to her collarbone to trail her fingers across it driving me crazy.
“Of course, Ash. That sounds wonderful.”
My cock stiffened seeing her hand near her cleavage. I reached over to squeeze her thigh. I could feel the heat from her pussy.
“Ash,” she moaned. Her hand touched mine.
“Amber, I’m about to ask you to do something very unprofessional.”
Amber nodded.
“Take off your panties.”
She grinned turning her body toward me.
“I’m not wearing any, Ash.”
I nearly ran off the road. Correcting my driving, I snapped to my senses.
“Good girl,” I murmured.
“Ash, what happens in this car stays here. I can handle it. This will in no way impact our professional life if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve been anxious to continue what we started some time ago.”
I nodded my mouth feeling dry. Amber had been sitting with me all night without her panties. Her hot, wet pussy was sitting right on top of the fine leather of the Aston Martin.
God, I wanted to feel her tightness around my cock.
“Spread your legs, Amber.�
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She did as I requested opening her legs slightly. I could smell the scent of her wet pussy so delicious and musky.
My cock throbbed as I ran my hands up her thigh to brush against her.
Amber moaned loudly pushing her pussy towards my hand. My fingers found her wetness and dragged across her swollen clit.
Still holding onto the wheel with one hand, my fingers rubbed her soft wetness. Ever so slowly, I slipped my finger straight up inside her pussy feeling how tight she was. Her pussy gripped my finger I could only imagine how she’d feel on my cock.
Nearly running off the road again, I removed my hand. Pressing it to my lips, I tasted her sweet pussy from my fingers.
“You’re as delicious as I remember, Amber.”
“Ash, you’re going to keep running off the road.”
Willing my cock to stay inside my pants, I gulped. That’s exactly what I wanted to do, but something told me if we went back to my place we’d be fucking in no time.
Was that such a bad thing?
We had been so close a few weeks ago.
Wasn’t it time to finish what we’d started?
And after six years of being in a professional relationship wasn’t it time to explore where we could go personally?
Before I could answer, Amber pulled her dress up to her waist exposing her hairless pussy.
I sucked in my breath.
With that, she started rubbing her own pussy furiously darting her fingers in and out.
“Oh my God, Amber.” I breathed as I could scarcely tear my eyes away from her. I couldn’t believe she was actually rubbing herself right here in front of me in my car.
“Ash, I’m tired of waiting. Maybe this will convince you that I’m ready.”
I gazed down at her shining pink pussy just waiting for me. I glanced up at the road noticing we still had nearly 80 miles until we reached my house in the Hamptons.
“Amber, I--”
All of a sudden, we were slammed from behind! Amber flew forward smacking her shoulder against the dashboard. I struggled to straighten the car out on the road.
“What the fuck?” I screamed glancing behind us.
“What happened, Ash?” Amber sat back rubbing her shoulder. I slowed the car a bit glancing in the rearview mirror.
“Some motherfucker just rear ended us!”
“But how….we must’ve been going at least sixty!”
“I don’t know. I’m getting off at this exit though. This is bullshit. We’re lucky we didn’t wreck.”
Pulling off at the next exit, I turned into a large gas station parking lot. It was well lit so I could get a good look at the damage to my car.
As I got out to inspect the rear bumper, Amber climbed out of the car. Her shoulder was beginning to bruise.
“Are you okay, Amber? I think you should stay in the car. This will only take a minute.”
“I’m fine, Ash.” She rubbed her shoulder walking around to the back of the car with me.
I bent down to look at my rear bumper which was bashed in at least a couple of inches.
“I’m going to get a bottle of water, Ash. Do you want anything?”
“No, thanks, Amber. Just checking out the damage.”
As I continued my inspection, I heard tires squealing. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of a white four door car.
“Ash! Look out!” Amber screamed racing out towards me.
Suddenly, the car blasted through the parking lot nearly hitting me.
“Who the fuck was that?” Stunned, I stood staring at the white car spinning out of the parking lot.
“It’s Ayden, Ash. We’ve got to get out of here! He’s the one who hit you, I know he is. We have to go now!”
Reeling, I jumped back into the car. The sports car roared to life as I floored it out of the parking lot.
Gripping the wheel tightly, I debated about where to go. Should I go home and risk having Ayden find out where I lived? Or did he already know? Should I drive to the police station? Or was Ayden already gone? How could I prove it was him who rear ended my car?
I decided to make a turn down a backroad. I caught a glimpse of bright shining headlights baring down behind me. Suddenly, a car bashed into me again!
I struggled to keep the car on the road whipping the wheel this way and that. I slammed the gas pedal to the floor. There was no way this fucker’s beat up car could keep pace with my ultra-fast sports car.
“Slow down, Ash! There’s road construction up ahead!”
Slamming the brakes, the car skidded to a stop. The car behind me stopped short as well. Slowly, the car started rolling backward in reverse. Both Amber and I sat in the car as she began trembling.
“Open my glove box, Amber,” I commanded.
As the glove box opened, I reached inside and pulled out my Kimber Ultra Raptor .45. I stroked the shiny stainless steel barrel then checked the clip and saw it was loaded. I took the safety off and pushed into the front of my pants.
“What the hell are you doing, Ash? You can’t just shoot him!”
“If that fucker comes after us again, you just watch me.”
Stepping out of the car, I walked to the middle of the highway. I threw my arms open as Ayden’s car sat idling a few hundred yards back. The engine of my car purred as his clanked.
“What are you going to do, motherfucker? You think you’re so fucking tough terrorizing women? Well, come deal with me!” I yelled out into the night at the white car which sat with its’ high beams on like it was grinning at me.
“COME ON!” Withdrawing my gun from my pants, I waited for him.
Suddenly, the tires screeched and the car roared. Ayden must’ve slammed on the gas as he was on me in seconds. Amber screamed as she reached out of the window to pull me back in the nick of time. I shook loose from her as I swore I saw Ayden’s face pass by me.
As if in slow motion, I whipped around cocking the gun and pulled the trigger. Firing several shots, one bullet pierced his rear windshield shattering it. Glass exploded and rained down upon the highway. Ayden’s car swerved dramatically, but kept on driving down the road.
“Holy shit, Ash! You shouldn’t have done that! You have no idea what he’s capable of. He’s sick and twisted.”
Trembling, I climbed back into the car. I had never actually fired the gun at a person before. Sliding the gun back into the glove box, I hit the gas and decided to get on main highway heading back towards the city.
“That was insane, Ash. You could’ve killed him!”
“He tried to run me over, Amber.” I held onto the wheel to still my shaking hands.
“I know, Ash, I know. It’s all my fault.” She burst into tears.
“No, it’s not, Amber. He’s sick and twisted just like you said.”
Amber continued to cry.
“Look, I shot out his back windshield. Now he knows who he’s dealing with. He knows I’m armed. I’m going to take us back to my place in the city. I’ll call my insurance company in the morning.”
“The police?” She asked still shaking.
I shook my head.
“There’s no way to prove he did it. Look, I don’t know what this guy’s problem is, but he’s gone now. He probably just saw us out together earlier and got jealous. It’s over now, Amber.” I reached over to touch her hand. Even as the words fell from my lips, I doubted them myself.
Suddenly, a pair of bright headlights flashed again in my rear view mirror. I hesitated before hitting the gas.
As the sports car raced forward down the highway, Ayden’s car appeared and switched lanes accelerating rapidly. Suddenly, he whipped the wheel slamming into the side of my car. Amber screamed as she held onto the dashboard.
My car started to spin out of control as I gripped the wheel with all my might. Taking my foot off the gas, I managed to keep the car on the highway.
“It’s Ayden. He’s back…he’s back…he’s back!” She kept repeating like a broken record.
“I’
ve got this, Amber. Fuck it, I’m heading for the nearest police station.”
Amber shook violently in her seat crying hysterically.
“You don’t know him, Ash. You don’t know him like I do. He’s so angry now. We can’t go to the police. It won’t do any good.” She whispered her hands twisting in her lap.
“What do you mean? I’m not afraid of this fucking idiot.” With that, I jammed on the gas pedal looking for the nearest exit.
“Oh God, here he comes again!” Amber screamed digging her nails into my arm as I tried to brace myself for another impact.
This time I quickly switched lanes and then hit the brakes before Ayden could hit us. His car swerved dangerously nearly hitting the median. I then accelerated as I saw an exit approaching.
“I’ll pull over up here and call the police. Amber, get your phone ready.”
“I can’t find it, Ash!” She cried looking through her purse.
Then, the bright lights from Ayden’s car shone in widening cones blinding me. Suddenly, I heard the engine scream as Ayden’s car raced forward at us. I braced myself holding onto the wheel in a death grip.
“Hold on!” I screamed to Amber.
As Ayden’s car barreled down the highway toward us, I slammed on the brakes jerking the car to the side of the road.
Bonk. Bonk. Bonk.
The car thudded as it ran over the rumble strips.
I looked back to see Ayden smash into the median. The windshield of his car exploded on impact with a hail of glass shattering everywhere. Metal crunched as his car crumpled against the median. I brought the car to a stop as we both turned to see flames pouring from the hood of the car.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. There was no way he survived that crash.
A shrill cry escaped Amber’s lips. She shook as I took her into my arms.
“He’s gone, Amber.”
“My God, Ash. I never….oh my God,” she sobbed as I held her. I smoothed her long hair as she wept in my arms. I continued to watch the flames licking up from beneath the hood of Ayden’s car.
The sound of sirens pierced the air as I pulled Amber from me.
“Let’s go, Amber. He can’t hurt us anymore.”
Leaving the terrible carnage behind us, I drove on back to my penthouse. I was still shaking myself as I kept seeing Ayden’s car smash into the median. There was absolutely no way he could’ve survived.
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