by Rose, Jenna
Holy cannoli, is this really happening!?
When he presses two fingers against my slit, I gasp. I’m wet! I really shouldn’t be surprised; this whole thing has been a huge tease from start to finish – a rollercoaster ride of me listening to my brain and then my body. But now I have no choice. My body is taking over.
A manly growl rumbles through Grayson’s chest as he leans farther over and slides a finger inside me. The sensation is almost more than I can handle. Without thinking, I reach up and grab his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan and slide his finger deeper.
Yeah. This is definitely happening.
I squeeze, feeling his rock-hard girth between my fingers. I may have never had my hands on a man’s penis before, but it seems impossible to be that big, and I desperately want to get a visual.
But then Grayson pushes deeper, and my mouth drops open. Is that…is that…?
Yup. It is.
As he moves his fingers in and out, I feel a climax starting to form inside me – and fast. Like all girls (or most), I masturbate. Not all the time, but I do it. But it usually takes a few minutes for me to get there, even though I know exactly what to do. But it hasn’t even been one minute, and I’m about to go over the edge.
“Grayson…” My voice is barely a whisper, but his voice feels good coming out of my lips, almost as good as his fingers.
“That’s it, baby,” he purrs, stoking the flames with his voice.
“I’m…I’m…” I want to tell him I’m about to come, but I can barely speak. Good thing he doesn’t need me to.
“I know,” he replies.
Here it comes.
My body goes tense, and I brace myself for what I know is going to be the most amazing orgasm of my life, but just as I’m about to soar over the edge, an ear-shattering scream rings out.
A woman’s scream.
“You fucking son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Going to kill you!”
I scramble so quickly to my feet that I almost fall straight into the wall. Thankfully, Grayson catches me and hands me my pants.
“Fuck!” he curses as I almost topple over again trying to get dressed. He turns to me, his eyes blazing with concern. “Just remember, no matter what happens, there are things in my life that I am not happy with.”
“Okay—”
I don’t even have my top on when she comes into the room – a tall, devastatingly gorgeous girl, a supermodel by the looks of her, dressed like she just stepped off the runway. Her face is twisted with rage. She glares at Grayson, but only for a second. And then her eyes move to me.
“And who the fuck are you, bitch?!”
6
Grayson
I throw myself between the girls as Cait lunges at Jennie. I catch her right hand as she swings and push Jennie back with my arm. “Get out of here!”
Still topless, Jennie yelps, vaults over the massage table, and races out the door into the hall.
“Bitch!” Cait screams like a harpy. “I’ll get you, bitch! I’ll get you!”
This is a nightmare.
I wrap my hands around Cait’s slender body as she writhes like a bucking bronco. Forget angry bulls, just have a cowboy try and ride her. They wouldn’t make it ten seconds.
My heart sinks as I watch Jennie vanish down the hall, practically running for her life. I’m fucking furious. How did Cait even get in here?
“Bitch!”
“Calm down!” I bark as loud as I can. I shake her, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention. She twists her head and glares into my eyes like she wants to carve my heart out with a spoon.
“Who is she!?” she hisses.
“Cait, you need to calm down—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, asshole!” her voice is like nails on a chalk board. “Tell me who she is so I can kill her!”
I hear footsteps and look up to see Sheryl appear in the doorway, her cell phone at her ear. “Call the cops!” I tell her.
“Already am,” she replies quickly.
“Tell them—”
“Yeah, tell them his wife just caught him cheating!” Cait shouts as she fights to get free of my grip. “I’ll take you for half of everything, you prick!”
Outside, I hear Jennie’s car starting, followed by the sound of her tires as she peels out in the driveway. My heart sinks into my feet. I hold Cait, kicking and screaming, until I’m sure Jennie’s gone. Then I let her go.
She whirls on me and aims a finger at my face. “Oh, you’ve gone and done it now! Did you really think I wouldn’t find out that you were cheating on me?”
“Cait,” I say as calmly as possible. “I’m not cheating on you—”
“No? So what do you call having your hands stuffed up a naked girl’s vagina then? Huh?”
“Jesus, Cait,” I sigh, putting a hand to my head.
“Yes, we need police here right away,” Sheryl says quickly into her phone. This gets Sheryl’s attention and she spins to face her.
“Yeah, we need to lock this bastard up for cheating!” she howls. I snatch her by the wrists as she tries to lunge at Sheryl. She’s lashing out as she always does.
“Get out of here,” I tell Sheryl. She doesn’t need to be told twice. She turns and runs while I hold Sheryl back. Somehow, she manages to drive an elbow into my stomach, causing me to loosen my grip, and manages to wriggle free.
She spins and slams her purse into my shoulder. It actually hurts. Does she have fucking bricks in there?
I duck the next swing and grab her again. “Cait! Cait, stop. You have to stop this.”
“Fuck you!” she howls.
“You don’t know what you’re doing—”
“The hell I don’t!” her voice is ear piercing and her eyes are enraged, almost possessed with anger. “People think you’re a nice guy! If only they knew the real you. If only she knew!”
I don’t even see her next move coming. Cait head butts me – drives her forehead straight into my nose, sending a flash of dull pain through my skull, causing my grip to slip. And that’s all she needed. She twists away from me and sprints out of the room and back up the hall, presumably to get in her car and go after Jennie.
“Fuck,” I curse as blood drips from my nose. As if this wasn’t already bad enough. I grab a paper towel from the side table and press it against my nose and go after her.
7
Jennie
I feel like a basketball being pushed past its inflation point. I’m right on the edge, and one more pump from one of those air pump thingies, and I’m going to burst.
This is the second time I’ve sped away from Grayson Radcliffe’s house, and there will not be a third! I should have known better than to come here, but I let myself be swindled by his little scheme and now it’s biting me in my ass – my oiled-up ass that is so uncomfortable now in my yoga pants.
I don’t care about the money. He could offer me ten million dollars to go back and I wouldn’t. Whatever crazy thoughts I had in my mind about him being a decent guy are gone now. Now that I’ve met his wife.
Maybe I could have been convinced to come back on a strictly professional basis if she hadn’t looked like a killer out of a horror movie and tried to attack me.
Maybe, but I doubt it.
But now? Pssh, forget it. This girl don’t need that drama.
I can’t even wait to spill the beans to Melissa. She’s in the shower when I get home, but I just go right in anyways. We have that kind of relationship.
“You need to pee?” she asks. “Because if you have to number two, can you wait—”
“You will not believe what just happened!” I blurt out. “Grayson’s wife just came to his house and fucking attacked me!”
Melissa almost rips the shower curtain off its rings as she yanks it aside and looks at me. “Say what, now?”
“Yeah! I know, right?”
“He’s married?” she asks, puzzled. “How did we not know that?”
“What, we’re experts on his life?”
“I figured it would be online or something,” she muses. “Are you sure it was his wife?”
I frown at her. “No, you’re right, Melissa. It must have been another woman who came in screaming about her husband cheating on her.”
“Okay, okay,” she replies, raising her hands peacefully. “Looks like she didn’t actually get her hands on you, though.”
“She didn’t.” I nod. “Grayson protected me.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. It’s hard to appreciate a man getting you out of a shitty situation that he himself created.
“So…he sent you home while he dealt with her?”
“What? No! I got the hell out of there!”
Melissa nods and goes back to washing her hair. “Are you going back tonight or tomorrow?”
Is she serious? “Uh, never?”
Melissa peeks out at me again. “What are you talking about? He’s our meal ticket. Remember?”
“Not anymore!” I sigh as I take a seat on the counter.
“Oh, so you have a better idea of how to re-open my parlor and start seeing clients again?”
“Well, no, but I—”
“Okay, so then you’re going back.”
She says it so matter-of-factly that I almost don’t believe it. Here I was thinking she would take my side, but she’s actually suggesting I go back to work for him?
“Melissa—”
“Jennie, it’s really not a choice,” she says, sounding annoyed. “So a crazy bitch attacked you. I’m sure it won’t happen again. What’s the problem?”
I’m ready to keep arguing with her when I realize she’s right. If his wife showing up at the house and freaking out was the only issue, I’d wait for Grayson to handle it and assure me it will never happen again, and I’d go back to work.
But that’s really not the reason why I never want to see him again, and I don’t know how to explain that to her…
Luckily (or unluckily), there’s a knock at the downstairs door that stops me from having to explain myself. “You expecting someone?”
“No,” Melissa replies. “Maybe it’s your boyfriend.”
My heart skips a beat at her suggestion. Could Grayson really be outside? Cautiously, I leave the bathroom and walk slowly downstairs. When I reach the floor of the living room, I hear him call out to me.
“Jennie! Jennie, she’s not my wife! Are you there? Just let me explain. I can explain everything!”
Oh, bullshit. Here come the lies. Men always lie. Just another reason why I’ve never been comfortable around them.
“Go away!” I shout back, realizing just how angry I am. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit!”
“She’s a stalker, Jennie!” Grayson replies. “She’s been stalking me for the last seven months.”
“Oh, sure!”
“I have proof!” he calls back. I have to admit; he does sound sincere.
Stop it! Stop giving him the benefit of the doubt! It’s really unlike me. Normally I’m pretty immune to BS.
“Just leave, Grayson! I’m not coming back to work for you!”
“What’s your e-mail?” he calls out. Huh? Did I just hear that right?
“What are you—?”
“Give me your e-mail,” he tells me. “I’ll send you all the proof you need and then I’ll be gone.”
Part of me actually wants to give it to him, but I force that part to shut up. No. I can’t keep letting him control the situation.
“Nope!” I call out. “I need you to leave now, Grayson, or I’ll be calling the police.”
Just then, Melissa comes down the steps behind me, and just like she’s explaining the weather, calls out my e-mail address to Grayson. I whirl around and mouth, “What the fuck?” at her. She just smiles.
“Thank you!” he replies. “I’ll leave now, but check your e-mail in a minute and you’ll see all you need to see!”
I don’t even reply. I just sigh and let my shoulders drop as I look at Melissa. From outside, I hear Grayson get in his car and drive away.
“What is your problem?” I ask her. “Now he’s never going to stop harassing me.”
“I wanna see what he sends you,” she laughs as she dries her hair. “It’s probably all bullshit, but it’ll be entertaining!”
8
Grayson
Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw Jennie – the longest two days of my life.
“So…do you want me to line up any more girls?” Sheryl asks as she comes into my home office with a tablet in her hands. “Or have you decided you don’t want to—”
“Forget it,” I reply.
“So…just to be clear, that’s a no?”
“What’s it sound like, Sheryl?” My mood is terrible. Sheryl does the little hair flip she does when she’s feeling insulted, and I sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. No, don’t interview any more girls. I’ll figure something else out.”
“Okay.” I can tell there’s more she wants to ask me about, business related, but it can obviously wait, and she leaves me alone and heads back downstairs.
My neck and shoulders are tight. This is the longest I’ve gone without having them worked on in years – even a bad one. But the truth is that after what happened in the massage room between Jennie and me, I don’t think I can ever have another girl in there. I guess hiring a guy might work, but that’s just not my style.
Every time I pass that room on my way to the gym I’m reminded of the total clusterfuck that ruined everything. The cops showed up and dragged Cait away, kicking and screaming like the maniac that she is. She’s in jail now, and I finally got what I needed for the restraining order. But it’s too late.
I had Melissa’s license reinstated an hour later. I had five grand wired to her business account too. I was going to reimburse her for the business she lost anyway. No point in keeping up my little charade any longer now that I’ll never see Jennie again.
I sent her all the information she’d need to understand – the e-mails Cait sent me when she first became obsessed with me, the texts she sent when she somehow managed to get my number, the security footage of her driving by the gate and the photos Sheryl managed to dig up of her at one of my business conferences, lurking in the shadows snapping pictures of me with her phone.
She’s not a wife; she’s my stalker. And if Jennie had taken even a brief glimpse at the materials I sent over at her, she’d know that.
I guess she either didn’t look or doesn’t care. After all, it was her roommate who gave me her e-mail address, not her.
I should be in a great mood today. I just made a huge distribution deal with Wal-Mart that will net us billions over the next five years. But it all feels so trivial now. I already have billions – I have the life most men would kill for – I just don’t have someone to share it with. I thought that someone was Jennie, but it looks like she doesn’t share my opinion.
I need to get out of the house. Maybe hitting a few balls will take my mind off her. I grab the keys to the Mercedes and head to the front door. I pull it open, and almost trip over myself when I see Jennie standing there looking absolutely gorgeous, a nervous look on her face.
“Um, hi?”
“Hi,” I reply, shocked. “What are you doing here? How’d you get past the gate?”
She smiles, tilting her head shyly down. “Sheryl let me in.”
“Oh, you two have been talking?” I ask, even more surprised. Sheryl lets me know everything and is bad at keeping important secrets. This one must have been killing her.
“Just a little.” Jennie smiles. “I wanted this to be a surprise.”
“This?” I ask. “This what?”
Jennie throws herself into my arms. Our lips meet and suddenly my whole world feels solid again. I lift her into my arms and pull her back inside, yanking the door closed behind us with my foot.
Her eager kiss has me hard in seconds. Her young breasts pressed against my chest have me r
aging inside, more turned on than I’ve ever been. I start to head upstairs to the bedroom, but she breaks our kiss and whispers, “No. Not there.”
I know without even asking and turn and carry her down the hall to the massage room.
The eyes she gives me as I lay her down on the table make my cock throb between my legs. Without hesitation, she strips out of her sports bra top and shows her perfect breasts to me. I slide out of my shirt and toss it aside, then step up beside her.
“Wow,” she says softly as she runs her fingers across my abs. “Work out much?”
“Nah,” I smirk. “Genetically gifted.”
Her eyes move to my bulge. “I can see that.”
“Let me give you a better look.”
I unbutton my pants, reach into my boxers, and pull out my cock. A long line of pre-cum spills into her palm as she reaches out and grasps it. Her hand looks tiny holding it; she can’t even close her grip around my thickness.
“Now, where were we?”
Jennie lifts her hips for me as I take the hem of her yoga pants and pull. I roll them all the way down to her ankles, and she kicks them off. I go to spread her legs, but she does it for me.
My eyes move down her perfection to the delicious, wet peach between her sculpted thighs. She lets out a soft sigh as my cock flexes between her fingers, and I lean down to kiss her. But before I can, she moves her lips to my ear and whispers, “I’ve never…done this before.”
My eyes go wide with lust and I look down at her to see if she’s just leading me on, but I can tell by her expression that she isn’t.
“I thought you felt tight,” I growl.
“Too tight to take that?” she asks, eyeing my cock in her hand.
I shake my head and lean in. “It’ll fit, baby. I’ll make it.”
9
Grayson