“What are you doing?” I ask low and gravely.
“I’m easing your tension, baby. I could do more if you want me to.” She purrs.
“No and stop it, right fucking now.” I slap her hand away from my shoulder. She scoffs then turns and heads back to her desk, and goes about ignoring me the rest of the day. Thank fucking god. Jayde’s file was the only thing that held my attention the rest of the day. Nothing else mattered except me find out anything and everything there was to know about this bitch. What her strengths and weaknesses are, the way she does her daily routine speaks volumes to the type of family she grew up in. Crooks and liars. Two types of people I will rid the earth of soon enough. If she doesn’t cooperate, well she’ll have to go too. Either way, she’ll get what’s coming to her. You can say I’m pretty fucked up in the head to be going this far for revenge, but whatever gets the fucking job done is all that counts.
Chapter 32
Jayde
It’s too good to be true, it had to be. Too gorgeous. Too nerdy. Too available. Too everything for me. Alright so maybe I’m being harder on myself than I should be but could you blame me? It’s not every day somebody as gorgeous as Zac and as nerdy-hot as Finn walks into your life and takes interest in you. Or at least it never happens to me. I’m curvy, and maybe a little on the chubby side. Okay, fine I’m a size twenty-four but I wear that shit with pride. There’s dimples and love handles but it’s perfectly proportioned. Nobody has ever complained before. The tent Zac was sporting when he had me pressed up against the wall then as he took me on the floor of my apartment sure spoke so much about how my body affected him. And Finn seemed very interested too, which sparked my idea to ask him to the charity ball in less than forty-eight hours. And why wouldn’t he? There are curves all over and he’d be lucky to have me, or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
There’s this nagging feeling though, and I’m kicking myself for letting it attach itself to me so quickly. Maybe it’s too good to be true. The little demon on my shoulder is telling me there’s nothing to worry about whereas the little angel sitting on my opposite shoulder is saying to remain cautious and keep my guard up. Which one should I listen to? The one that is more fun, obviously. A text comes over my phone and I swipe to open it without looking at the name.
“Bitch, open the damn door!” It’s Anna. Shit, I didn’t even hear it knock. I rush over to pull open the front door of my apartment and she’s standing there, bags in hand looking as pissed as can be. “Didn’t you hear me fucking knocking? I knocked like three times.” She says, as she pushes her way into my apartment.
“Hello to you too Anna. Please come in.” I reply sarcastically. Sarah shows up as I go to close the door. “Oops, sorry.”
She smiles. “It’s okay. It’s hard to keep up with speedy hauling ass up the stairs. You’d swear she was a weight lifter with the way she’s carrying those bags and running up the stairs. She ain’t even winded or nothing.”
We all laugh at Anna’s supposed secret life. No, it wasn’t possible but she wasn’t a small thing either. She stays in great shape considering she’s a runner.
I dare to ask, pointing to the huge bags of whatever they’ve brought with them. “What’s in the bags?” I ask. Anna smiles wickedly when she notices my bemused expression and Sarah is behind us, snickering.
“They’re umm supplies…” Anna says.
“Supplies? For what?” I ask hesitantly.
“To make you hot.” Sarah chimes in suddenly as she starts pulling things out of the bags making me insanely nervous. This couldn’t turn out well in my favor. I sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I am perfectly capable of getting ready for the ball myself, you realize that right?”
They both look to each other before shrugging. “Of course we do.” Says Anna, who smiles as she says that. “But this is the one night out of the year you can dress up and look glamorous!”
“But nobody is even going to be looking at me, they’ll be looking at you…because you’re both hot.”
Both girls looking at each other again before quirking their eyebrows up before letting out a loud chuckle. Anna steps forward, pointing an index finger to herself. “You think I’m hot? Are you serious right now?” Sarah nods from behind her. “Yeah Jayde, you’re hot. With those curves and that golden sun kissed tan, I envy you. But what is it I’ve always told you?”
I sit and think for a minute before she interrupts my thoughts. “Your weight doesn’t define your sex appeal. Only your confidence and the way you see yourself defines that. So you carry a few extra pounds? Who fucking cares? Nobody should give two shits about somebody’s size and appearance. If they don’t like you because of what size you are, then you’re better off without them. Don’t let them determine who you are deep inside, which is a kind, caring, and one badass woman.”
Sarah has spoken those words to me countless times and they’ve always sunk in and held their ground. Being a big girl my whole life, has led to the lack of self-esteem I hold now. There’s so much I want to do in life, there is only one thing holding me back. Me.
“She’s right Jayde.” Anna says. “The confidence you put off is intoxicating. But it’s a different type of confidence. You have so much confidence in your career you’ve put off everything else in your life, like becoming a better you. And seeing yourself, how we see you. Beautiful and radiant. A tear escapes my eyes at their words and I quickly wipe it away.
“Oh no, no tears tonight. Or tomorrow night. We’re going to spend the evening picking out your perfect look, then tomorrow is all day pampering. You’ll love it!” Anna jumps for joy as she lays out the plan for tomorrow out for me. They do say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but they didn’t have Anna and Sarah by their side.
Chapter 33
Finn
The plan is set. Make Jayde pay for what her family did so many years ago. Taking her out on a date would be the perfect trap. If it was easy enough, I’d have two more victims to add to the pile. No harm, no foul. Three victims are better than one, right? The notion that she thinks I actually like her is hilarious. Fucking A this is funny. She’s hot, I won’t deny that. I’d love to have her by my side, or under me as I pound into her, making her pay over and over again. Damn, my dick sure liked that idea. As I fought to adjust it, my phone pinged with a new text.
“Your way of revenge is stupid, we’ll figure out another way to get her to pay. Come by my place and I’ll make you forget all about her for a little while. ;)”
Dammit Carla. Just to make the tent in my pants so much more obvious, she had to go and say something so damn dirty. But that’s my Carla. Fuck it all! I need to get laid and fast. I had only stepped out for a minute while the boss was talking to a client. Since it was later in the day, everyone else had gone home. Except for me and the new guy, Brett…or Brad? Fuck if I can remember. Whoever Carla was flirting with the other day. And that thought alone, boiled my blood like nothing before. Maybe I should take her up on her offer. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time I fucked her while thinking of another girl. Damn, and she knew it too. Before I changed my mind, I typed out a quick reply.
“I’ll be over when I leave here. Be leaning by the door, kneeling, naked for me when I get there. I mean it Carla, don’t have a single stitch of clothing on or I’ll fucking make you suck my cock.”
Ping. Instant reply. “Well, that’s not exactly punishment baby, it makes me hot just thinking about it.” Damn, she’s a kinky little bitch, isn’t she? I know she’ll probably want to touch herself and as hot as that fucking thought sounds, she’ll wait for me.
“And don’t you fucking touch yourself either, that’s mine.” I reply then hit send on the message and slide my phone back in my pocket, securing it there. That woman was going to be the death of me. As I’m rearranging the bulge in my jeans from Carla’s flirting, the boss’s client walks outside where I’m standing and breezes past me. “Where’s the fire man?” He doesn’t reply but keeps on walk
ing away, or more like speed walking away. Fucker, what’s his problem? Or what did boss say to him? The boss can be tough but not tough enough to make somebody really scared. With a shrug, I make my way back inside to gather my things. “Cole, you got your hit on lockdown?” Boss yells from his office. I inwardly groan as I lean back to yell in return. “Yep boss, got it handled. She won’t know what hit her.”
Boss stepped out from his office as I shove of the last file back into my bag. The stale stench of cigar smoke contaminates the air around us and I gag as subtlety as I can, without causing notice.
“Listen Cole, you’re hell bent on this fucking revenge and where I’m not against causing harm to those who have it coming to them, you better not hurt this girl. I don’t give a fuck what her family did in the past, the chances are this girl has zero clue what happened so you need to calm your shit before something serious happens. Rough her up a bit, scare her, and we’ll take care of the money situation. But if you hurt her, it’s all on you.”
I nod in agreement. The chances of me hurting her were not too far off but whatever gets the job done. Boss shook his head and sauntered back into his office, coffee and cigar in hand. The old man was a pain in the ass sometimes but he was the only father figure I had. But despite what he said, nothing was going to stop me from getting my revenge.
Leaving the office, I stop by Carla’s like I said before I have to pick up Jayde for our “date” tonight. I wonder if she followed through with my instructions. Jiggling the door handle, I smirk when I find it’s unlocked. Excellent. The cool, crisp air hits me as soon as I step inside the door.
But Carla isn’t there. Odd, very odd. “Carla?” I yell out, walking further into the apartment. Pictures of her family, and pets from past years line the clean white walls as I continue on my search for Carla. Doesn’t she know how impatient I get when she doesn’t follow my instructions? Every light was off in the apartment except for one dim light coming from beneath the bedroom door. What the fuck? Was this some kind of a prank? Easing my way down the hallway, the strong scent of perfume hits me before I even reach the door, which is cracked a fraction of an inch. As I quietly step forward, soft whimpers and moans can be heard on the other side of the door. What the hell? I lean my ear against the door to listen more carefully. No grunts could be heard so that tells me that she’s alone. A low buzzing sound comes between the moans and I chuckle. Carla’s using her vibrator.
As soon as I think she’s close to coming, I take that opportunity to push open the door, making it slam against the wall. She screams, dropping the vibrator on the bed and I laugh, leaning against the door jam. “You asshole! I thought you weren’t coming so I was so turned on I…I couldn’t stand it any longer.”
“I got held up at the office.” I point to the hot pink wand on the bed between her legs. “A vibrator Carla? Really? What, is my cock not good enough for you anymore?” I say, teasing her. I know it’s good enough because she says I’m the biggest she’s ever had. She sticks her tongue out at me before picking up the still vibrating pink wand and smirks as she rubs it against her soft pink flesh. “It only did half the job anyway, you want to help me out?” She purrs in that seductive voice she knows drives me crazy with hunger. Fuck. I unbuckle my belt and pull it from around my waist and folding it in two then slowly make my way over to the bed, her eyes eating up every step I take.
“Are…are you going to punish me for not being by the door?” She asks biting her lip with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, and my cock twitches in my jeans. If only she knew how much I wanted to punish her. “No sweetheart.” I toss the belt aside and she frowns. “I’m not going to punish you because the only thing I want to do right now is fuck you into next week.” I growl as I place one knee on the bed and grab the pink wand from her hand and flip it up to maximum speed. As my hand grasps her ankle, I pull her back down so she’s lying flat on her back. “What do you want?” I ask, tracing the end of the wand on the soft lips of her sex causing her to gasp. “You…I want you…inside me.”
Twirling the wand around her lips, I move it up to her clit before moving away making her whimper with need. “Do you deserve my cock? Because I don’t think you do.” I return the wand to rub around her lips and slip it inside her all while staring into her eyes, that have closed from the pleasure. “Finn…please.” She begs. “Please…please I need you.” The buzz of the vibrator sends her bolting upright on the bed as the beginning of her orgasm begins to unfold. “Are you coming? Did you ask to come?”
She cries out as the first wave hits her. “N…no I didn’t. May I come…please?” As she begs for her release, I unzip my pants and have them along with my boxers around my ankles. Once the first wave hits her, I flick the vibrator off and sling it across the room and crawl up her body to slam deep inside her and begin to thrust. Carla cries out from the sudden impact of my invasion but fuck if she doesn’t have one addictive pussy. “Ahhh…yes….oh god…Finn…” Thrust. Moan. Thrust. Grunt. As I continue to pound into her wet pussy, my orgasm on the brink of explosion. “Fuck, Car…I’m coming. Fuuuuck!” I say before she clenches up around my cock, squeezing and moaning before white lights cloud my vision as my orgasm hits like a freight train. She tenses up around my throbbing cock, then I pull out sending jets of come all along her stomach and tits. I collapse on the bed beside her as I fight to regain the breath I once had. “Fuck, baby. I should wait for you more often.” She whispers in a low voice before tracing a finger up my torso and across my chest, tracing little circles as she goes. “This was much better than the vibrator.” The sound of her voice is distant in my minds ear as I try and go over the plan again. “Fuck.” I whisper. Carla looks at me confused and I ignore her look of plea and turn over with my back towards her. “What’s going on?” She asks.
“Nothing, just the whole Jayde situation.” I sit up and go to slip my clothes back on and she doesn’t say a word until she explodes with anger. “Are you fucking kidding me? We just fucked and you have the nerve to bring HER up? Now?” Carla stands up, wrapping the sheet around her body and walks out into the hallway, and I could have sworn I saw tears on her cheeks. Great, just what I need. Another fucking woman and their emotions. That’s why I fuck and flee. No strings, no attachments, nothing. Just mindless, endless, fucking. What guy wouldn’t dream of that? There isn’t a sane guy in the world who wouldn’t dream of meaningless sex. Jumping from bed to bed. Every pussy was the same, right? But Carla had something about her that made me keep coming back. Whatever fucking hold she had on me, I’ll never know. After slipping my pants on, I turn to watch her storm back into the bedroom, still angry as hell.
“Listen, Carla. I’m…look I’m fucking sorry, okay?” I walk up to her and pull her close to my body as I wrap my arms around her naked form. Nothing is separating me from being inside her again except this damn sheet. I slip my finger beneath her chin and tilt her face up to mine. “After I take care of this, I’ll come back here and you can do whatever you want to me. Punish me, fuck me, hell if you want to make me your sex slave, you can, my kinky little bunny.” I smirk as I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips. As she begins to deepen the kiss, I pull back and bite her lip gently letting her know I’m still in charge…for right now.
“I have to go baby. Think of me when you use your vibrator again. I want me on your mind when you come. I want my name on your lips as your cry out with your release. Only mine.” She wriggles in my arms with her arousal and I feel like a dick for leaving her in this state but if my plan is going to work, I have to go. I kiss her once more before slipping out the bedroom door and I leave her apartment.
In addition to leaving her so fucking turned on, my dick is ready for round two. Down boy, we can’t right now I think to myself to try and get my raging cock under control. Not until after we take care of things. The plan will be executed tonight. I stop by my place for a quick shower to wash the scent of sex off then I head over to Jayde’s apartment. I can hear giggling inside her apartment as I
walk by. The plan will be executed tonight. I’ll make sure of it.
Chapter 34
Zac
The minute chief told me I had a replacement for the assignment, relief and fear flooded my whole body. Protecting Jayde was the first and foremost most important part of the entire mission and I’d be damned if I didn’t want to protect her with my whole life. Chief was able to find somebody with the same qualifications as me so when he came to me asking if I still wanted it, I didn’t hesitate. I said fuck no! Chief laughed as he took the hint then brought in James, an agent who works in a different department, but still plenty qualified to take on this heavy assignment. I would still be there, but James will behind the scenes whereas I’ll be on front and center with Jayde. Poor kid, I almost feel bad for him. Craig comes walking up to me as soon as Chief leaves my desk, and me sitting there giddy as all fuck.
“I bet you’re happier than a kid on Christmas morning.” He says, leaning on the desk. Happy is an understatement to what I’m feeling. I chuckle and lean back in my chair. “You bet your ass I am. Chief knew I didn’t want to be behind the scenes and knew it was only a matter of time before he found somebody to do so, so yeah I’m fucking delirious.” Craig laughed and shook his head. “You really have it bad for this girl, don’t you Zac? Does she know how deeply you feel about her?”
I shake my head. “No she doesn’t, but she’ll know tonight, then she’ll be mine. Indefinitely. I’ll make sure of it.”
Craig laughs loudly then stands up straighter. “Don’t you think she has to have a say in it too? You over-possessive asshole.”
“Hey, she wants me. You should have seen the way I affected her when I had her pinned against the wall and on the floor…”
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