Frozen Over

by Tarrah Anders

  “Sure, follow me this way.” She turns and looks over her shoulder attempting to look seductive.

  There was a time in my life, where my life was intertwined with her. She was gorgeous and confident in everything she did. Towards the end of our relationship, she did become excessively needy, however I faulted that to be that she was female. Her family was affluent enough that she didn’t have to really work too much or too hard. She cruised by with average grades and most likely flirting with her professors. There was a time, where she would ask me to go somewhere and I would graciously follow her, and vise versa. Where our relationship went wrong, I’m not sure.

  She steered me into a medium sized office, with a tiny window with a view of the overflow parking garage. She had a couch against the wall which she directed me to. I would have preferred the table and chairs, but whatever.

  “What can I do for you Ty?” She asks.

  “I’m here to give you a chance to talk, since you seem so keen on doing so. Then hopefully, we will never have to interact again.”

  “Is that what you want? To talk?” She asks, her voice turning down an octave.

  I nod.

  “Wow. Not what I was expecting.” She sits down and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t think this day would really come. I don’t even know where to start.”

  “How about you start with why you became a conniving slut and had to fuck my two best friends?” I say coldly as she winces.

  “They were there, they seemed interested. You were not.” She says her voice firm and her chin up.

  “That’s your excuse?”

  “You were so wound up in school, I practically had to beg to get your attention.”

  “So again, fucking my friends was to get my attention? Did you think that it would be the kind of attention that you were wanting?”

  “I wasn’t thinking back then.”

  “Clearly.” I stand and move over to the small window, staring below. “And what if I didn’t forget my stuff for class, and didn’t come home, would you have ever ‘fessed up? Would you have still been lying to my face and fucking my friends?”

  She looked down at her feet and sniffed. She wasn’t saying anything so I continued.

  “I saw Brock a few years later you know. That shit had been going on for months, he told me. We got shit faced together after we got into a bar fight and he told me everything. He told me how you begged for them to tag team you. How you basically told them that if they ever told me, that you would say that they forced you into it or some bullshit.”

  “And you believed him?”

  “Penelope, I’d believe him over you any day. You lost that privilege for me to believe anything you say a long time ago.” I turned to her, and narrowed my eyes.

  “But he wronged you too.”

  “Yes, he wronged me. We physically duked it out. But you were my girlfriend. You were the one that I was looking at living my life with at the time. Did you know that I had a ring? Did you know that after we graduated, which was only a few months later, that I was going to propose? I’m sure you didn’t since you were cock deep getting yours somewhere else, but yeah that was my plan then.”

  “And now?” She asks, a hiccup escaping as her eyes were glassy.

  “Now? Now you are no one to me. I’ve already told you that. You lost that opportunity when you did what you did. Because of you, I became a shell for a while, I fucked every chick that came across my path to burn you out of my thoughts, out of memory. And you know, it worked. And now, now I have someone that brought me back to life and she is my everything, my future. It’s not you and it will never be you again.” I said emphasizing words where I felt would get the point across.

  “Did you know that daddy changed my inheritance when he found out about us breaking up? I got left with nothing but a rundown house in the country. All the money that they promised, gone. When you kicked me out, I lost everything!” She cries.

  “You brought that onto yourself. I had nothing to do with that, nor does it matter.”

  She stands and walks to where I was standing by the window. She looks up at me with tear stained cheeks.

  “You were my everything Tyson. I messed up, but we were good together. We can be good together again.” She says as she puts her hands on the lapels of my jacket and pulls me forcefully to her, she has a hold that all of sudden seems to be that of a thousand men as her face comes to mine and her lips reach mine, she moves so that I’m pressed against the glass and with one hand she moves down to cup me, thankfully I’m far from turned on, more so the opposite, as she rubs her palm against my dick. I’m stone still and completely taken by surprise. I keep my lips pressed tight as her tongue pushes against me. With very careful hands, I remove her hands from me and extend my arms to bring space between us with a scowl on my face.

  Her face is flushed and her eyes are wild. Breathing heavily, she fights against my arms holding her from me, trying to evade my space yet again. My strength outweighs hers and she stops fighting against my hold.

  “You will never be anything to me. You will never come near me again, or my girlfriend. If I have to get a restraining order, I will. That little display right there was pathetic. I don’t want you Penelope. I will never want you again. I’m sorry your father fucked you over with your inheritance, but that has nothing to do with me. Have a nice life, and stay away from mine.” I snarl at her after gaining my composure.

  I release her and then turn my heel to leave her office. In the hopes that I never see her again.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  ALLISON

  The weather here in the Bay Area is a temperamental bitch. It’s spring break and I should be in my bikini on the beach with a fruity umbrella drink in my hand. Except, I’m standing waiting for the elevator to arrive in the lobby of Tyson’s building in the city. I’m surprising him with lunch and maybe some lunchtime nookie if he can make time for it. As the elevator doors open, several people debark, including a puffy faced Penny. She sees me and then quickly diverts her eyes and keeps walking. Paying no attention I board the elevator and press for the sixth floor several times.

  I see Beth as soon as the doors open to their office floor and she at first looks panicked and then all the tension leaves her body in an exhale.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Tyson though, he’s on one right now.” She shakes her head.

  “What do you mean?”

  “He just fired five people for breathing or not getting out of his way fast enough. I’m not sure what happened between when he left your house between when he got here, but he’s pissed off at the world. I don’t know if you want to go in there right now. He might fire you too.” She says sympathetically.

  “I can handle Tyson.” I smile and I squeeze her arm in assurance.

  She gives me a worried look and then I head off towards his office. His door is closed and I knock briskly.

  “Go away!” He yells from the inside.

  Not deterred, I open the door slowly.

  “I said Go the fuck away!” He yells again, his back to the door as he stands looking out the window. He looks powerful in his navy blue suit, his brown dress shoes and with his hair slicked back. I bite my lip as I stare at him before speaking.

  “Hey.” I say quietly.

  He turns and his scowl attempts to turn into a smile, but he fails miserably.

  I close the door and walk to him, setting my purse and our lunch down on the chair at the half way point. I come to a stop in front of him and put my hand on his chest to smooth out the lines in his jacket. I smile at him, the look on his face is wild. He’s struggling with something, and it’s obvious he’s pissed off.

  “You okay?” I ask tilting my head.

  “Fucking Peachy.” He mumbles, looking at me, but almost as if he’s not really seeing me.

  I put my hand on his cheek and see the immediate moment where his eyes focus and clear. He’s seeing me now and I smile.

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sp; “There you are. What’s going on?” I ask.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” He says roughly.

  “Well that’s tough.” I say.

  “How do you figure?” He asks, his demeanor tense as he searches my face.

  “Easy Peasy. We operate on honesty. I ask, you tell. Simple as that.”

  “What if what is bothering me, will bother you?” His jaw clenches.

  “Then we’ll be bothered together.” I smile.

  He motions to the loveseat to the side and sits down, I sit beside him but he grabs me and places me on his lap.

  “I would like a pony and Barbie’s dream house, please?” I say smiling trying to ease the tension in the room.

  “Dork.”

  “You love me.” I remind him.

  “I do.” He says kissing me, and running his nose across my cheek to my ear.

  “Spill it Maddox.”

  He takes a deep breath and recounts his morning. When he gets to the point of the conversation telling me that Penny pushed him against the wall and rubbed her hand over his crotch area, the same area that belongs to me and my pussy, I can feel my face heat up. He then repeats the words he said to her, which alleviated some of the anger I was feeling, however I was still pissed off. So I understand now, why he was so angry.

  “And you didn’t reciprocate the kiss, at all?” I ask, my voice quivering.

  “I kept my lips tight, she didn’t breach.” He assures me shaking his head, his voice even and his stare stern.

  “And your dick?”

  “Limp, not excited, not one bit. It was almost as if I shriveled up as soon as she touched me.” He says, looking me straight in the eye.

  “Okay. And she was crying?”

  “She did, yes.”

  “That explains why her face was super puffy when I saw her exiting the elevator on my way up here. Are you okay, really?”

  “Now that you’re here, yes. And talking about it with you, yeah I’m good. Do I like that any of that happened, fuck no. I went up there to give closure as you said chicks like and I get that kind of reception. Fuck closure!”

  “You were assaulted. You. Tyson Maddox, hot shot, super sexy single CEO was assaulted!” I giggle.

  “Shut up.”

  “Seriously, I mean she’s tallish, but you’re definitely stronger than her.”

  “I didn’t want to push back too much and have her construe something entirely different against me. I was more stunned than anything. After just professing to her that you are my forever and not her, I didn’t think that she would have … you know.”

  “It’s just funny, that’s all.”

  “Hey, you were wrong about one thing.” He says as he nips my earlobe, being playful and acting like his normal self.

  “What’s that?”

  “I’m a hot shot, I’m super sexy all very true details, but I’m definitely not single.”

  ***

  Time was going by so fast. It was finals and summer break was days away. Tyson wasn’t working as much as he was previously prior to the summer line launch and was home a lot more. He did make a trip out to San Diego since the new building was two weeks away from being finished in which resulted in some hot Skyping sessions.

  My contract with Mad Designs is coming to a close in a few months and just as my agent said before the holidays, offers have been coming in left and right. I’ve updated my portfolio and resume and made sure I had a few press packages printed up for when it was time to start my search again. My agent had a request to be a part of a perfume series of ads, which looked inviting, so I gave her the ‘go ahead’ to forward my information there with the clear understanding of my current contract ending dates. Upon Tyson coming home, I presented him with the news of the potential modeling projects in my upcoming future and he seemed upset that I was going elsewhere.

  “What if we extended your contract?” He asks removing his shirt.

  “While that would be gracious, it wouldn’t allow me to get my face out there, in other areas.”

  “But perfume? You don’t even wear perfume.” He says, removing his pants.

  “What’s this about?” I ask with my hands on my hips.

  He smiles, and approaches me. I run my hands across his hard chest.

  “I like the idea of you being the face of MD.”

  “It’s not like I’m going to go away Ty. I’m here, with you, always. You’ll see my face every day for however long you’ll have me.” I soften my voice and tilt my head.

  “I know. I guess I just don’t want to share you.”

  “You aren’t. I think career-wise this would be smart. I’m widening my horizons.”

  “What if I came up with an offer you couldn’t refuse?” He says rubbing his hands along my sides.

  “You don’t hire the models silly. That’s your brothers area.” I remind him.

  “I’m changing my area of expertise.” He kisses my cheek, walks into the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush.

  “What about this, have a girl for each season?” I say, as his eyebrows quirk up. “Professionally, not romantically you bozo.” He smiles around his toothbrush and winks. He spits out the suds in his mouth and then wipes.

  “I knew what you meant. So you mean, you remain the summer face, but we have a different girl every year or the same rotation?” He says walking back into the bedroom.

  “If you’re so adamant on keeping me as you say you are.” I wink at him. “Then have me as your summer gal every year or however long you wish, and the same with 3 other models. That way, you still get me with MD and you also get the familiarity with the MD brand. However, if you want to switch up the girls, then that’s up to you guys then, but that’s one way you can keep me with a MD contract.”

  “Hmmm. I like where you’re going with this. I’ll talk to compliance and Jake about it tomorrow. You’re brilliant.” He says kissing my forehead. He swats at my behind as he walks around me to crawl into bed and I retreat to the bathroom to ready myself for bed.

  I smile thinking that I may have just helped the both of us.

  “What’s the other way?” He asks as I crawl into bed beside him.

  “Other way?” I ask.

  “You said that was one way to keep you with a contract.”

  “Oh, there really wasn’t another.” I snuggle into him and kiss his chest.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  TYSON

  I quietly tied my tie in the bathroom mirror, straighten my shirt and then ran my fingers through my hair, giving me a planning disheveled look. I quietly closed the bathroom door to not disturb the beauty sleeping in the bed. I relieved myself, flushed and then washed my hands. Before re-opening the door, I opened the drawer in the vanity and patted the little black box in the back for luck before replacing contents over it to hide from view.

  Not that I will need it today, but it’s become a habit since the damn thing has had me on edge since I got it a few weeks ago. I opened the door and she is still passed out. This is understandable since we were wrapped around each other until roughly three hours ago. The sheet was bunched by her hips, and one of her legs was poking out begging my fingers to run the length. It took every ounce of self-control that I had to not rush back into bed and have my way with her again. Instead, I wrote a quick note, placed it on the nightstand by her cell and left the hotel room.

  I made my way across town to meet with Lukas and his business partners for a last minute run through of the new southern California location prior to this afternoons opening. It took no time at all and soon I was walking back into the hotel room to fuck my girl before making sure we eat lunch.

  Luckily, she was still in bed asleep when I walked into the suite. I quickly removed my clothing and slid into bed with her. My hand trailed her side and my thumb brushed against the side of her breast. I licked my lips as a soft moan escaped her lips. I scooted in closer to her and with my thigh found my way to squeeze my way in between hers. She rolled to her back, he
r eyes fluttering open as she stretched.

  "Hi." She smiles as I hover over her.

  "Hi" I smile down at her as my dick has a mind of its own and nudges against her pussy and twitches.

  "What time is it?" She asks, wrapping her arms around mine.

  "Its ten, we have just enough time." I say as I run my nose along her cheek to her neck. She arches her body into mine and releases a sigh.

  "Enough time?" She questions.

  "Enough time to fuck, maybe twice and eat before we have anywhere we need to be." I clarify into her neck. She shivers and her fingers dip deeper into my arms.

  My dick breaches her opening and she opens her legs more, allowing my shaft to be fully sheathed in one thrust. I hadn't planned to enter her so soon, I wanted to tease her thoroughly before but as evidenced of my dicks greeting to her, he couldn’t wait either. Languidly, my hips met hers, her fingertips gripped into the back of my arms and her pussy was milking me perfectly. I can feel the roll and the hit of pulsing pulling at me and by the lust in her eyes, she’s right there. Her soft moans and her slight arch of her back has me bearing down.

  "Baby." I groan into her neck as her leg wraps around my middle, with her heel she pushes me into her and releases the pressure allowing me to retreat.

  "Ty, I need to come." She pleads.

  “I want to come with you, give me a second.”I breathe as I piston my hips and within seconds I’m ready to join her. I pull back and look at her and nod. "Come on my dick baby." I order as I thrust into her several more times.

  As I feel my release, she pulses on my dick and it feels like a vise is milking me hard, pulling at me. I shoot everything that I have into her. My head falls in the crook of her neck as I catch my breath. I feel satisfied and well, still slightly horny. My dick still tucked inside her, I know I’m still hard. I start moving my hips in tiny movements, gaining momentum to prolong this.