by Carly White
If that wasn’t enough, Wesley had hit on my at least three times daily for the last week and at the weekend, all I was worried about was a couple of days with some friends and no work. I had everything planned and then I got a call on my cell from Wesley at home. It was Saturday and I cursed myself for not leaving sooner. I could have found some way to get out of it or just not answer, but I had to. I regretted it soon after I did. It was as I had thought it would be. He was trying to get me to come into work and since I couldn’t say no, I agreed.
Calling Kate and Ashley was not pleasant. It had been a while since we had done any traveling and I told them to go without me. I would have rather been there than at Cross Productions. Apparently one of his cameramen was out sick and they needed a replacement. I had experience and I hoped that when I got there, it was actually what he wanted. I had learned that Wesley was quite forceful and while I liked messing with Antony and Mike, I did not get the same thrill over his attempts at dominance. His was manufactured through his job, while the stepbrothers were just in charge by birth. It was a big difference and I could tell the most when I was being pushed against a wall by Mike or just remembered the moments in the restaurant with Antony.
I got back to the office and tried not to succumb to the trepidation I felt. There was nothing worse than the idea of having to be there with him, so I hoped that there would be more people in the building. Being caught alone with him was the last thing that I wanted to do and as I looked around the first floor, I was glad to see men fighting on the mats. They were training and though they didn’t pay me any mind, it meant that I wouldn’t be there alone.
“Miss. Lace. I am glad you could make it, I know that you are not contracted to work weekends, but I am glad you decided to come anyways. Mike has a promotion that needs to be filmed and we were hoping you could use your expertise to make it great.”
I shook my head. Wesley was not acting the way he usually does. Instead of being rude and snide, he was being nice. There was still the same needful look in his eyes, but I liked to think of that as just part of him like he couldn’t help himself.
The morning went by quickly and after ten takes we were done. I was asked to stay back for a few minutes to talk to Wesley. He called me into his office and it was the first time I was in there without fear of what he would do.
“Did you need something Wesley?”
“Yes, please come in and close the door.”
I walked in and shut the door as he asked. He had an office that had no windows to the outside and the one that was seen from the first floor inside was always covered. It was like a little tomb in there and when I heard the door click, it made my heart skip a beat. I got a bad feeling all of a sudden and when I turned back around, Wesley was starting to take off his pants.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
His eyes held mine as he revealed himself and I took a step back, closer to the door I had just shut.
“Sir, I think you got the wrong idea.”
“No I think it is you who is confused.”
He started to walk towards me and my eyes couldn’t stay off of his hard length between his legs. My hand went to the door knob and I started to open it from behind my back, my eyes never leaving him as he approached. “Sir, this is not going to happen.”
Tilting his head to the side, “Oh?”
Closer than he should have been. “Get away or I will scream Wesley.”
He kind of chuckled like it didn’t matter how much I screamed, no one was going to help me. I believed it to, who would? Everyone was either beating each other to a pulp or attending to other things in the rest of the building. I felt isolated with him in that corner office and as he loomed over me, I tried not to show my fear. I wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear that I felt most.
His hand came out to touch me and my knee came up to his groin as hard as it could. It was the great equalizer and as he howled louder than I would have screamed for help, I pushed him away from the door as he yelled that I was fired. My dream job had turned into a nightmare and I had found out that I actually didn’t want the job more than anything. I had once thought that I would have done anything to work at Cross Productions, but that was too high of a price for me.
I ran into Antony on the way out and he looked at me strangely. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t want to answer, my body slightly shook with adrenaline, but at the same time I was fighting back tears. Everything that I had wanted had been dashed in a few moments of another’s mistakes, changing the course of everything. I would never get another job in the industry after that happened. I would assuredly be blackballed.
Stopping me with a hand on my arm, I jerked it back. “What is wrong with you men around here? I just got fired, so can you please not be a dick too?”
He held my arm, but softer. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?”
I laughed harshly. “No.”
“Come on, you shouldn’t be driving like this.”
It was the tone of his voice that made me look up. “I’m fine Antony, really.”
“You’re not. I will take you home or beat his ass. Whichever you want.”
I thought about it a second too long. “No, he is not worth it Antony, just take me home please.”
Chapter 9: Denise
We didn’t say much on the way back to my house. He didn’t ask what happened, but I figured it had happened many times before. I invited him in and asked about his brother. Antony didn’t seem too happy about it. “Why are you asking about Mike?”
I shrugged. “Are you worried that you will lose?”
The look on his face was priceless and I turned to get glasses out of the cabinet. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t. Stupid isn’t cute on you. Your stepbrother let it slip. He really has the biggest ego I have ever seen.”
He looked uncomfortable and I smiled at him. “So what do you win? Money or…?”
“Just bragging rights, that’s all.”
“Have you done it before?”
Antony didn’t want to answer me and that was a slight disappointment. “A few times.”
“Is that what you guys do for fun?”
“It’s not like that, just a little competition.”
“And what about the girl, heartbroken?”
“You’re not a girl. I was thinking more along the lines that we could date, see where things go.”
The way he said it, I couldn’t help but smile. It was a damn good answer and it almost didn’t matter if he meant it or not. I wanted to believe it. “So what gets you the win, dating?”
He shook his head, his dark eyes boring into me. “No, something a little more physical is required.”
Antony put down his glass, walking around the short bar that stood between us. “I thought you wanted to date?”
The look in his eyes was not about movies and dinners. There was lust, surely mirrored in my own eyes as he got closer. My breath hitched as he took the small tumbler from my hands, setting it down with purpose. “I still like to win Denise.”
He leaned in for a kiss, pinning me to the side of the counter. I gasped as I felt the hard need that pushed into my stomach. Antony was just huge, his body dominating mine as much as his lips made me want to beg for more. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tried to pull him down to my level, but he instead just lifted me up. My legs followed my arms as I clung to him.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
My eyes were closed and the last thing I wanted to do was give directions. Antony started to move and the action brought my core sliding against the hardness underneath me. I started to bounce on him and he groaned as his lips searched mine out. The bulge underneath me was getting larger and I moved faster, feeling the cockhead seeking me out through his jeans.
Then I was sailing a short distance to the soft mattress awaiting me. I bounced once and my eyes opened with a cry on my lips. Antony had pulled his shirt off
and my fingers itched to touch the soft curls on his chest again. But he didn’t stop at his shirt, the pants and boxers coming off next, quickly my eyes were trained on the silken shaft in front of me. I started to get up to touch him, hold him in my hand, but he was moving beside me on the bed. His cock was closer and I opened my mouth as he pushed it in quickly.
I took in as much as I could. I felt him at the back of my throat and his hands moved to my hair, tugging my head up to push deeper. I gagged and he growled at me, slowly pumping between my lips. I tried to breathe through my nose, but it was hard to time with his movement. A salty mix filled my senses and I started to suck with each pull out. Groaning, he pulled away and slapped my cheeks with his hard length. My tongue came out to lick the underside, while his hand pulled my shirt down with a rip, my tit falling into his warm palm as his fingers teased my nipples.
“Antony, please!”
He stuffed my mouth full of his cock and I was silenced from begging for something that I wasn’t even sure about. I knew that I wanted his touch, but what I really needed the most was for him deep inside of me where I throbbed the most. Pulling away again, I gasped in short bursts of air and felt him tugging on my pants. They made it about to my knees, before he bent down, biting my round ass cheek before sliding behind me as he pushed me to my side.
Antony’s arm wrapped around my neck to pull me in for a kiss, while his free hand went between my legs. He fingers played again, teasing and then sliding into my wetness. He groaned in my ear. “Are you ready?”
Ready for what, I didn’t know, but if he kept touching me like that, I was going to explode. Shaking my head, I jerked when I felt his cockhead pressing into me. Like my mouth, it felt like it was not going to be possible to stretch to accommodate such a wide girth. His lips covered up my worries with his mouth and his hand still rubbed on my clit as he pressed in deeper.
I squeezed him hard as I started to come. The combined pleasure was too much and the shaking and extra fluid sent him into overdrive. Pulling out he slammed back in over and over again. The stark contrast was hard to take. Moving his hand and mouth away, he lifted my leg up high, enabling himself to drive deeper.
Pushing against his hips didn’t stop the constant torrent of thrusts and as my orgasm peaked, long after it had begun, I was desperate for a moment. He was not going to give me one, pushing me over as he went to his knees in front of me. Antony closed my legs and pinned me with a strong grip on my hips, while he slid back inside of my tight sheath. Unable to stop him, I closed my eyes and pulled my legs closer to my chest. It granted him deeper and as he started to speed up, I came again. Clamping down on his, it slowed him slightly but made each stroke more devastating as it slid along my tight walls.
“Yes, Antony I am coming! Don’t stop!”
His tempo increased and so did his grip. I looked back at him and our eye’s met as he lost himself as well. I felt the first shot deep inside of me and then he pulled out. There was relief and loss as his hard rod left me. I wanted him back and I grabbed his length, pulling him back in. We both gasped as he pushed back in so easily. My eyes closed and I curled up a little more.
“Are you sure you want more?”
Squeezing him with an answer, he pressed deeper and took my breath away. “I love the way that sounds.”
“As much as winning your bet?”
He pulled out to push in quickly. “What bet?”
THE END
Consequence
A Bad Boy MMA Fighter Sports Romance
By: Carly White
Consequence
Chapter 1
Ashlea watched the footage and grimaced. She usually wasn’t used to such violence, but with a new client that she had just been given, she was apparently going to have to with Jesse ‘Badboy’ Ronald on her docket. He was the best at what he did, but out of the hexagon, Jesse apparently didn’t know how to act. She saw the young man get more and more angry at the paparazzi camera being pushed into his face. It looked like he was going to leave it be and get in his car and then the cameraman said something that changed the trajectory of that night.
“Hey Jesse, how does it feel to lose custody of your kid to the stripper?”
The dark eyes narrowed and then he turned around with a round house. The next thing on the video was the feet of Jesse coming towards the camera and then blackness as he stomped it out. What the video didn’t show was the multiple times he stomped the cameraman and the screams that on-lookers heard. There was of course supplemental videos from the many smart phones that captured the moment.
Ashlea sighed and looked back at her boss. “So what exactly do you want me to do Neil? He is being sued and most likely will lose if he lets it go to court. These videos are everywhere, they went viral. I don’t think I can sweep this one under the rug.”
Neil nodded. “I agree. It is too big to sweep, so we have to take it on head first. Spin it. I know you can.”
Ashlea was the queen of doing just that, but even that may be out of her league. She was the best at the firm and even she couldn’t readily see a spin. “I mean, the only angle I can see is the kid. Is he willing to push it? He will still have to pay, but he could get some sympathy from the fans. If he gets that, the league will let him come back.”
“See I knew you would be the one for this. So you need to go out there and uh, keep an eye on him for a bit, just until we get the settlement done. The worse the fallout, the higher the negotiation number is going to go. It wouldn’t hurt him to go kiss some babies or something. Just keep him out of trouble for a few weeks.”
“I am not a babysitter Neil.”
“With this commission you are. The lower the better and in a few weeks, we will all get a bonus. He is a little abrasive, but so are you, so perfect fit. He likes his reps pretty too, so doll it up a bit.”
Ashlea shot him daggers. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“What? A little makeup and a short skirt goes a long way with men like him.”
Ashlea looked down at her tailored suit. She went to a more streamline style that apparently was not meeting approval. That was kind of the point though. “Well fine Neil, but I am going to remember this and one day you are going to have to do something for me for it.”
The older man blushed and then looked away. He nodded and Ashlea got up. The man was a hopeless perv and she went to his assistant to get the man’s information. She would take another day to learn about him, researching his style and then of course, the darker personal life that she was trying to gloss over. Even the best athletes can be taken down with bad behavior. Jesse was no different and she wondered if he was truly as cocky as he appeared on all the videos. The consistency made it so and she let out a deep sigh as she packed up for the weeks she would be in California. The weather was hot and the people were crazy.
Ashlea took her boss’ advice and went and picked up a few pieces to add to her wardrobe. She got her hair cut and layered at the salon. While she didn’t like the idea of primping, it felt rather nice and she was pretty relaxed by the end of her day. She was ready to go meet the angry man in the tape and convince him to stop acting like a three year old. PR Rep didn’t quite incorporate all of that into the title when she had chosen the job, but she had learned quickly it was a lot like raising kids.
When she finally got on the plane later that evening, she tried to get a hold of him to let him know she was coming, but he never responded and she got a few hours of sleep while she was in the air. It was such a stark difference when she got out of the airport. The air was thick and warm, nothing like the cool breeze she had left in New York. Out there, her no-nonsense suits made her feels like she was going to melt. Ashlea was suddenly happy she had brought more with her than her usual navy skirt and blouses.
There was supposed to be a car waiting for her and she saw her name on the back of a
placard that a man was holding. She waved to the man and dragged the carryon bag behind her. He helped her, taking it f
rom her hands and opened the door for her to enter the dark town car. She was thankful for the small bar in the back and took a glass of wine to unwind from the long trip. It was only three in the morning and she should have gone to the hotel, but Neil had strongly suggested that she stay in the house with Jesse. “You need to be close and besides, there is twenty plus rooms in his estate.”
The driver already had the address and within ten minutes and two glasses later, he was pushing in a code at the gate. Jesse had finally text her back, not returning the call, but it was his driver that was sent. He told her to stay in the rose room if he wasn’t back. She wished he would have called, but at least he wasn’t being a jerk about her being there. Undoubtedly the last thing he wanted was for some noisy lady in his business, judging everything he did.
But she had to and Jesse had heard about her. She had kept a few people in the game and he was hoping she could do the same for him. So rather reluctantly, Jesse had agreed to her terms.
The driver walked her up to the house and then showed her to her room. The man didn’t say much and the silence in the house was unnerving. She had half-expected Jesse to have a party going on. She expected music, nude people, not the quiet estate she was in. Looking around as they walked up the stairs, she thought she saw someone in the bedroom she passed with the door cracked open, but she passed so quickly she couldn’t be sure.
“Is uh, Jesse in?”
“He is, but he has requested you join him for breakfast at ten.”
“At ten?” Ashlea couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Okay thank you.”
He left her then and she turned around to the ‘Rose Room’ and it was clear how it got the name. It was girly and pink. There were roses everywhere and it was almost so much that is was comical. She had never seen such a room and it looked like it belonged to a small child. Upon further inspection of the closet, there was clothing hung that justified her suspicions and made her wonder about the accuracy of her information. She didn’t remember reading about him having a daughter and she certainly didn’t hear about one living with him. And why was she put in there? Were all the other rooms full as well?