“Have fun” she sang merrily to me and I returned the glare she gave me earlier.
She waggled her fingers at me and grinned wickedly. “Bitch!” I mouthed and she laughed and winked.
I followed my new friend up the stairs and through a hallway before he opened a door at the end and gestured with an evil grin and an arm wave for me to enter.
I squeezed past him, trying to keep as far as possible away from him. The huge dark guy sat behind a huge desk in the huge room frowned at me before he shifted his eyes to Mr Welcoming.
“Go, Evan. I don’t need you frightening potential clients.” He said huskily and I was already intimidated just by the sound of the authority in his voice.
Evan nodded once and closed the door behind him.
Sal stared at me intently for a while, his gaze assessing as it travelled up and down my body leisurely and I prayed he wasn’t gay. The way he looked at me was like a lion sizing up the nearest deer and pondering if he wanted a nice red or a crisp white to go with it. I didn’t think I was worthy of a brandy.
“Hi” I stupidly said and I nearly kicked myself at the way I squeaked it out.
Sal sucked on his lips and I gathered he was trying to stop the laughter from erupting up his throat at my obvious fear.
“Please, take a seat, Mr Hart.” He tipped his head politely and motioned to the chair opposite him.
“Boss, please.” I choked out as I stumbled over to the chair and dropped quite rudely into it.
He frowned and gave me a ‘are you stupid’ glance and I nearly nodded eagerly and told him, yes, I am very fucking stupid. Insanely so.
“Would you care for a drink, Boss?” he asked and I noticed his throat bob in his relentless task to hold back his bark of laughter at the tosser he was dealing with.
“Uhh, yes…” I nodded frantically, “please.”
His tongue ventured over his teeth as he rose from his chair and approached a cupboard full of bottles of expensive liquors.
Christ, it resembled my mother’s pantry at Christmas.
He looked at me questioningly and I waved a hand “Anything.”
His chest shuffled as he laughed lightly, “Please, Boss. I’m not going to nail you to the wall and carve your heart out, relax.”
Oh thank God, that was one less thing to worry about. My heart would still be intact for Jen, when we finally got her out.
I wasn’t so sure about my bowels.
He passed me a crystal tumbler of what looked and smelt like whisky. I drained the glass in one, the burn near damn choking me on its way down and I panicked for a moment when I thought he might have spiked it with arsenic or some date rape drug.
Sal arched an eyebrow at me but refrained from speech… or laughter.
“Well, what can I do for you, Boss?” He asked eventually with a soft smile of encouragement.
I swallowed harshly and fisted the arms of the chair, “I, uhh, need someone…” I tilted my head in reference to what I wanted but Sal shook his head in bewilderment.
“You know… uhh, I need someone,” I cringed and gulped again as the whisky tried to make a hasty retreat back up my throat “…seeing to.”
“Seeing to...” Sal nodded slowly and pursed his lips. “And what makes you think that I would know how to… see to someone, Mr Hart?”
I stared idiotically at him and frowned. “Oh, well, uhh, E kinda had a bit of… business with you a couple of years back and uhh…” I trailed off as Sal just watched me intently.
He clicked his tongue loudly and sighed “And if I did know how to… see to someone. What would it be worth, Mr Hart?”
I sucked on my lips and thought of Jen, completely at that bastard’s mercy, his hands and fists all over her and I looked up at Sal with as much honesty as I could put into my expression.
“Anything, Sir, absolutely anything.”
Deciding honesty was my best policy here I continued as I held his gaze. “My… I don’t even know what to call her really; girlfriend seems too tame for how I feel about her. I… the woman that I love more than my soul’s worth, she uhh, my brother has her and let’s just say he’s very handy with his fists with her and…”
He held up a hand and nodded, “Say no more, Mr Hart. Women beaters fuck me off big time. Make my dick flaccid and my blood hard. I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”
I stared at him, thinking about his words as he nearly blew E up once and threatened to kill her and here he was saying he hated women beaters, but I shoved it away as quickly as it surfaced.
Who was I to argue with the king of the fucking mob, who probably had a magnum cellotaped to the underside of his desk that was pointed directly at my gut, even if he was a two-faced twat?
“Oh, good… thank you, Sir.”
That was easy.
He smiled and pulled out a small phone from his pocket. “Witness” he stated simply before ending the call.
“Well then, Boss,” he smiled, now back to first name terms, “let’s get this show on the road.”
I sighed and closed my eyes in both horror at what I was doing to my own brother but also relief when I realised this was the only way Jen and I could be together without having to look over our shoulders all the damn time; the only way possible for her to breathe normally and start to live her life with me, openly and fully.
I needed her like I needed air to breath, like I needed food and water to live and like I needed her god damn beautiful face to keep my heart beating.
Chapter 13
A door opened beneath the stairs and E and her father exited as I sat and waited for her on the plush velvet couch. It was quite gross really but I kept that opinion to myself. I valued my head.
“Thank you, Eve. So much” her dad said as he took her hands in his and my brow lifted. He leaned in to kiss her but she backed off slightly “Baby steps, okay?”
He smiled warmly then nodded, “Yeah.”
She nodded back at him as she glanced at me waiting for her. “You promise to… ring?” he asked her hesitantly.
She blinked at him but smiled back warmly “I promise.”
He grinned at her and turned back into the room, closing the door quietly behind him as E walked over to me.
“Everything okay, hot stuff?” I asked as I noticed tear marks on her pale cheeks.
“Hopefully” she answered vaguely and I squeezed her hand, knowing she would tell me when she was ready.
She climbed in the jeep and I slid in beside her, casting a nervous glance at her and she cocked an eyebrow without looking at me as she revved up the engine, “You’re still getting a tattoo.”
I nodded despairingly. “Do I really have to have Potter though, E? I mean… fucking Potter? He’s just not even remotely cool, even Hermione is fucking niftier than Potter!”
She pursed her lips as she pulled away from the ginormous gates and onto a long dirt road, “Tell you what, I’ll let you choose. Potter or…”
I could see her mischievous cogs turning and my stomach groaned in apprehension as she gave me a wicked beam, “…or your mother’s name.”
My jaw dropped as I glowered at her “I can’t have my mother’s name tattooed on my ass, E, that’s just… wrong, in so many ways!”
“Potter it is then” she chuckled happily and I sat and boiled all the way back.
***
“Dear God, E. I promise I’ll babysit, I’ll clean your house, I’ll do your laundry, hell, I’ll even give Jax a blow job when you’re sick for you, but please…” I begged as Zoe pulled down my shorts and slapped my backside.
E grinned and shook her head slowly, “Uh-uh, a promise is a promise, Boss.”
“I second that” Bulk chuckled from the line of chairs where all the band was situated in profile with a bird’s eye view of my bare ass.
“I dunno, babe” Jax offered as he grinned at me, “the blow job could work.”
I stared at him with a ‘you are so dead’ glare as he winked provocatively
at me, then settled back and crossed his arms over his chest waiting for the entertainment to start.
They were all gonna pay for this, so fucking deeply!
“Holy shit!” I hissed as the needle scraped across my naked skin and I closed my eyes as a tear dripped down my cheek.
Pussy? Yep, that’s me!
***
E smirked at me again as I grumbled something deathly at her and twisted over onto my side to look at Zoe, “You heard from Jen?”
She gave me a pained looked and shook her head with sadness, “No, I keep ringing but she doesn’t pick up. She’s supposed to be back at work today and I’m debating whether to go over there and see her.”
I lifted a brow at her “Where does she work?”
God that saddened me. She had a life I didn’t know about but I shook the thought from my head, knowing we would enjoy getting to know one another again; this time openly and freely, instead of sneaking off into long grass fields to touch her; even though the memories still brought a smile to my face and a hard on in my shorts.
“Looper’s Advertising” she disclosed and I slid off the bench and hissed when I pulled my shorts and combats back up over my sore ass.
“You can’t just go round there!” Zoe scoffed and I stared at her.
She didn’t know me very well.
“He works there” she divulged in a warning.
“Same office?”
She shook her head, “No, he’s six floors up but…”
I tipped my head and grinned at her “Then bring it fucking on!”
***
“I have an appointment with Mrs Hart, Ethan Hart, Room 103.”
The receptionist’s eyes widened before they scanned my body and I gave her a wink and my best smile.
“Of course, Mr Hart. If you’ll just give me a moment.” She smiled sweetly as she picked up her phone. “I have a Mr Hart from Room 103 in reception, Ms Hart.”
She nodded and glanced at me with a faint frown, “Uhh, excuse me but Ms Hart asks for your appointment to be moved back an hour, she’s currently in a meeting with Mr Hart and Mr Franklyn.”
Too many Hart’s, love, I know!
I nodded to her. “Yes, that’s fine Ms Hart. Thank you.”
“I’m terribly sorry about this, Mr Hart,” She offered “would you like something to drink whilst you wait?”
Thinking it not a good idea to wait around in case Kyle showed his ugly mug, I told her I would return in an hour.
Pulling out my cap from my back pocket, I pulled it on my head and over my eyes as I entered the coffee shop across the road and ordered a coffee and a muffin before I chose a chair in the corner where I could see Jen’s work place through the window.
I squinted through the filthy glass and up to a third floor window on Looper’s Advertising as I noticed a rear end perch on the window sill.
I would recognise that damn fine arse anywhere and I sighed in contentment, even from just a glimpse of her.
By the looks of her, she had her arms crossed in front of her chest and her shoulders were tense, a stance of hers I knew as being defensive and I frowned as I saw Kyle approach her.
She flinched when he reached out to her face to tuck a strand of her soft hair behind her ear and my fists clenched tightly as he touched her.
I knew he was her husband but he had lost any rights to touch her when he hurt her and the sight of it made my teeth crack together unforgivingly. My fucking blood simmered as I watched him lean in and kiss her and I smirked to myself when I noticed her hands were now gripping the sill.
They were always clung to my hair or around my neck or grabbing my ass and sometimes even on my fucking dick when I kissed her.
God, she kissed bloody brilliantly. So soft but so full of love and passion and I turned my gaze away for a moment, the pain in my chest hurting at watching his lips on hers.
When I glanced back up, they were gone and I downed my coffee and made my way back across the road.
Chapter 14
Miss Smiley Receptionist beamed at me and picked up her phone before I had even approached her.
She smiled and gestured for me to go up when I reached her, “Floor three, and Ms Hart’s office is on the right, Mr Hart.”
“Thank you so much, sweetheart.” I grinned back at her. She giggled and shifted in her seat excitedly, her eyes on me all the way to the elevator.
Exiting on the third floor, I approached the stern faced secretary, who tilted her eyes up to me when I walked up to her.
She shifted her gaze and gave me a once over before her lips lifted in a seductive smile and her teeth pulled in her bottom lip.
“Can I help you, sir?” she purred with lidded eyes and I smiled as Jen opened her office door and waved me in.
“Dana, I’m going to be held up with Mr Hart for the next hour, please make sure we’re not disturbed, I have some VT’s to present.”
Dana nodded sternly at Jen and I frowned at her sudden coolness, “Of course, Ms Hart.”
As soon as I entered Jen’s office she clicked the lock on her door and twisted the blinds shut. “Get naked, lover,” She demanded immediately. No ‘Hi baby’, no ‘God I’ve missed you’, just ‘get naked’ even after nearly three weeks of not seeing her.
Holy Hell, my girl was horny but who was I to argue with her?
She may physically attack me if I didn’t obey, and I couldn’t have that, I was a nice person, too nice to be assaulted.
She was already unbuttoning her blouse and I grinned at her shoes, the near damn bright red skyscrapers giving her the extra height and delectable shape to her calves made my cock groan in appreciation and I placed my hand over it to calm him down a little.
“Keep the shoes on and bend over the desk.” I ordered sternly as I unbuttoned my cargos and pulled them far enough down my hips to free my raging cock. He needed this, fuck, so damn much and within three seconds I had her skirt around her hips and was thrusting inside her powerfully.
She bucked back onto me and we both groaned in ecstasy at the joining.
Oh my God, I needed this woman more than I needed to breathe.
“Fuck me hard, Ethan. I need you hard and rough.”
Holy shit, I nearly came at the sound of her husky demand.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head back as I nibbled on her neck, “You want it hard, baby?”
“Fuck, yes.” She growled and I pulled out slowly before slamming back into her so hard she nudged her desk further towards the window.
“Oh God, Yes, like that baby.” She wheezed as I treat her to a repeat drive, my balls slapping against her clit musically as I found a hard and brutal rhythm.
God she felt fucking divine, so soft and silky, like nothing I’d ever felt before and I closed my eyes at the sensation of her warmth around my hot and pulsing hard on.
She lowered her head and bit her arm to stifle her cries as she came scorching and wet all over my delighted dick whilst her perfect pussy closed around me in a harsh constriction.
I grit my teeth as the white exquisite pain coursed through my veins and the pleasure of my climax hit with such force I choked on my breath and shuddered violently as I engulfed her in masses of my heated spunk.
“Jen…” I hissed as quietly as I could as her internal walls contracted again, another orgasm overtaking her violently.
“Oooh Fuckkkkk, Ethan…” She jerked wildly and growled savagely as her whole body convulsed aggressively and I held on to her waist to hold her still.
Christ, she was fucking feral. Her fingernails scraped along the polished mahogany on her desk and a strange snarl erupted from her as she gripped my cock so tight I was frightened for the little guy.
“Jesus Holy Christ, baby. You okay?” I asked as I planted small kisses down the groove of her spine to help calm her down.
Her forehead slammed onto her desk and she laughed, quite loudly and obscenely.
I pulled out of her reluctantly and spun her round, lifting h
er and settling her on the desk.
Her hands came up to her face and I suddenly realised she wasn’t laughing but crying, full-on snotty uncontrollable sobs that tore through my soul with each of her heart-wrenching cries.
“Shush, baby, I’m here, Jen. I love you, baby, I love you.”
She clung to me desperately, her nails and fingertips digging into the flesh on my back as she held onto me hard and tight. “I… I c..can’t do th..this, Ethan.” She stuttered and I froze.
No! Oh God, no.
“Baby, please. I’m here; I’ll look after you, no matter what, Jen. Please.”
She swallowed and looked up at me, the pain and desolation in her eyes closed my throat and I fought to inhale.
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and I should have been disgusted but she looked terribly sweet and vulnerable that I offered her my shirt.
She giggled enchantingly and I grinned at her, “Who needs Richard Gere, when you got me, pretty woman?”
Her eyebrows puckered as a serious expression filtered across her face and her desperate eyes locked me down. “He threatened to shoot you, Ethan. He had a gun and said he was gonna… he was gonna…”
She hiccupped and I smiled softly at her before I kissed her sexy little forehead. “Baby, I don’t give a flying fuck if he aims a fucking rocket launcher at my head, I’m yours, I’m always gonna be yours and you are always gonna be mine,” I whispered as I rested my mouth on her soft skin and inhaled her appealing scent of peaches.
She shook her head rapidly. “But, I can never leave him and he knows it. He’s… he’s been weird, weirder than usual… nice.”
I lifted both brows in a stunned silence at her revelation and she nodded then shivered. “It makes me physically wanna vomit, Ethan. His touches, his words, the way he looks at me, it’s… it’s calculated and manipulative and…” she sighed heavily and dropped her forehead onto my chest as her arms came behind me and her fingers splayed on the bottom of my back as she sought comfort from being close to me.
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