Dirty Boss

by Mia Ford

  I hit him at the back of the head and said, “I’m not the only one!”

  A silly game that we used to play as kids, just that this time I’m not chasing after him. I smile as I think about the good old days, shit how time flies.

  “As for the rest of the family, we could spend all night talking about them.”

  He sighs and then there’s that awkward silence. The one where we don’t know what to do next.

  “But I know that you’re tired Christian, so if you like I can come back tomorrow.”

  “How do you know I was away?”

  “I was here yesterday.”

  “Shit, and you came back today Scott. Damn! You’re not going anywhere, we have around fifteen years of catching up to do.”

  “Don’t you have a little lady here that’ll probably not want me around?”

  The one topic that I don’t really want to talk about. Women.

  “Not really, well sort off…”

  “Damn! What’s happened to my big cousin? Seems like he’s in love or something. I know that look far too well.”

  I shake my head at the idea of it. I miss her. Crave her. Love, no I wouldn’t go that far. We haven’t even been on a date. Then again, I haven’t exactly asked her, that’s what I planned on doing, before I ran out of the door and managed to make a fool of myself at the same time.

  “Nah, it’s complicated. If anything you’re the one that needs rest. Not me.”

  I feel like signing him a check right now!

  Fuck, I’ve been an ass always thinking of myself and I decide that I’m going to make a change. I won’t become a man version of Florence Nightingale over night, but everyone needs to start somewhere.

  “Enough about me. You’re going to spend the night here. Go lie down and later we can talk. Maybe I’ll cook us a little something later on.”

  “You dabble in the kitchen? Impressive?”

  I wish it was true, most of the time Katerina comes in and cooks a meal, if I’m home. If not then I just get take-out. I don’t want to put a damper on it, so I smile. Something that I haven’t done in a while and say, “Come on let me show you to the room.”

  I show Scott to one of the spare rooms downstairs; I don’t want him struggling with the stairs, it may be too much to handle in his condition. I watch as he makes his way into the bedroom.

  “I only need to lie down for an hour or two.”

  “Sure, Scott. Anytime you get up. Just give me a shout. My rooms just down the hall.”

  He nods and then I decide to head to my room. That’s when I see an email. I flick through it and see that Isobel’s handed in her notice.

  “Fucking typical!”

  I put my phone back in my pocket. ‘Fucking in love’, Scott accused me of being earlier. I do what I want, and I do it whenever I want. I bet she’s gone running back to her ex. Good for her. I’ve got Scott around and I intend to make his last few days comfortable. I don’t need a distraction. I certainly don’t need her around anymore. She can go back to her farm. The one place that she really belongs. We had fun and that’s all there is to it. We were getting carried away, this way we’ll both end up where we belong. Her on the farm and me, here.

  Isobel

  It’s been over two weeks since I’ve been back and Leo keeps knocking on my door begging me to take him back. I’ve had mom asking why I’m moping around the house. The only good thing that came out of me going to the city was the money. I lost my virginity to a guy that treated me like nothing. I didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Not in a million years. I hugged and kissed the girls in the office as I left earlier than I should have done. We all promised to keep in touch, but they’re in their mid-twenties, nothing like me. They’re experienced and everything that I’m not. I knew that it was city talk. We have a few relatives that live in the city, they all sound the same. Everyone promises to stay in touch and be friends, but they never do. Then again, they could say the same thing about us country folks.

  “You still thinking about him?” Agnes sighs as she passes me the popcorn.

  “Who?”

  She laughs, “Mr. Sexy Stern.”

  I shake my head and know that she can see straight through me. She knows me too well.

  “He’s sexy, but he’s also a bit fat jerk.”

  “Isobel, one that you don’t seem to be able to keep your mind off. That’s why you keep watching these chick flicks, hoping that they’ll cheer you up.”

  “I seem to attract them Agnes maybe I should stick to horses like you. And forget about men altogether.”

  She laughs, “You’re mopping around here after him. Why not just call him?”

  I gently push her while thinking about getting something from the kitchen. The problem is, I can’t think what I want to drink. Let alone eat.

  “Just tell him that if he ever talks to you like that again, then you’re out of the door.”

  I shake my head, “Can you believe that I nearly fell for Leo’s shit?”

  “Damn, the city’s changed you.”

  I don’t remember cussing this much. I hate to admit that it’s the bad influence of Christian.

  “Agnes, he got Dede pregnant, begged me to trade places saying that he’d made a mistake and when I told him no…” I could see by the look on her face that she’s bored. “Anyway, the rest is history, which is why I’m not going to let any man tell me what to do.”

  “Isobel, you don’t have to be all bad ass to prove a point.”

  I put my hands on my hips and say, “Really? I was getting married to one guy who was sleeping with trailer trash and in the end got her pregnant and then declared his undying love to me. All, but it doesn’t end there.”

  She’s rolling her eyes, because she’s heard this story so many times, nearly every day since I’ve been back.

  I don’t care, I’ll make my point clear this time, once again.

  “Then I gave my virginity to another, who just wanted to fuck and couldn’t even take me out on a date. Then and only then…did he shows me his true colors.”

  “Right, you need to stop this, because you’re upsetting yourself for nothing.”

  “I’m serious Agnes, never again!”

  “Well, you better tell that to the man that’s standing behind you.”

  She’s pointing to Christian, and I can’t believe that he’s in my house. I should say something cute. Back then I would have given it to him. Seduced him on my parent's couch. That’s before he treated me like shit. Now, the only thing I can think to say is, “What do you want?”

  I’ve had men come around here, begging for my forgiveness only to find out they’re all liars.

  He looks tired, but I put up a front until Agnes blurts out.

  “I’ll leave you guys to it then.”

  She rushes out of the door. I wish I could do the same, one thing for sure. He’s not going to get around me.

  Not this time. That’s for sure.

  Christian

  When Scott died unexpectedly I felt like a lost soul; I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’m just walking around in circles on the road to nowhere. And somehow I just end up on a flight to Kansas. The realization that I needed to say that I was sorry to Isobel hit home. I didn’t expect her to take me back, but I wanted her to at least listen to me. Then again, I didn’t deserve that either.

  “Your mom’s nice,” I smile, but I can tell that she’s not buying it. As she’s too busy probably trying to come up with ways to run out of the door as her friend.

  “Was that Agnes?”

  “Look, Christian, if you came round here trying to look for sympathy then you’ve come to the wrong place.”

  I deserve that, I was a shit to her and my silence probably hasn’t helped either. She probably thinks that I’ve come here to have sex. But I haven’t.

  “No, I didn’t come for that. I came to tell you that I don’t buy roses. I can’t promise that we’ll get married. I’m not Leo.”

  She�
�s not even looking at me, but I haven’t slept, and I don’t want to pretend that I’m something that I’m not.

  “I don’t sit and talk about my feelings. Shit, I can’t even promise that I’ll officially be walking you up the aisle.”

  She laughs, “So why did you come here? So far you’ve told me that you couldn't do any of the things that I want. Didn’t you realize that I’m the kind of girl that wants love in their life.”

  She’s right; I’m out of my league. I buried my cousin, and I’m fucking grieving. Acting as if I’m the victim. Scott was dying, and he was a lot braver than I’ll ever be. Then something inside me feels as if it’s going to fall apart as I move to the sofa. I should have been running out of the door.

  I blurt out as I sit down, “I just buried my cousin.”

  She shakes her head, “You don’t speak to your family. You don’t speak to anyone.”

  I can’t believe that it’s fucking happening, but I have a tear in my eye.

  “I know until he stalked me.”

  “That must have been interesting.”

  She’s sitting next to me with her arms crossed, I know that she’s feeling defensive, but all I feel is weak.

  “Well, what do you want Christian?”

  I nod, “Just a moment of your time.”

  “Why?”

  I drop my head back, and then I look at her and take her hands, “I can’t promise you the earth, but I do promise one thing. That I’ll try and change. Which for a man like me is fucking difficult.”

  “Tell me about it,” she says under her breath.

  “I’m not coming back to work for you.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  “Christian, I’m not fucking you either.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  We both smile and then I feel as if I’ve broken ice. One that I didn’t think was possible. I put my arm around her and ask, “Can I?”

  She nods, “Let’s give it three months. I’ll come back. Get a college, and we can go on dates. And when I’m feeling sad and missing home, you can buy me flowers.”

  “I can what?” I choke thinking who’s the dom and who’s the sub.

  “You were a dirty CEO, and you had your fun and games. You broke my heart in the process. You do this on my terms and”, she’s pacing up and down, and I can tell that she means business. I listen intensively as I think that she looks as sexy as hell walking up and down in her pj’s. She does love wearing them at home. “You hurt me. You knew that I was a virgin and I’ll be easily influenced, yet you decided to string me along when you wanted to.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  That’s the only thing that I can think to say.

  “You look like shit, and you need to clean up. I didn’t even think that you owned any sweats.”

  I look at my college sweats from back in the day when I was cool, had friends and was uptight, but nothing compared to now.

  “Got it, I need to change my clothes.”

  I wasn’t even trying to make a joke, but it makes her smile.

  “Maybe, just maybe I’ll fuck you three months time.”

  That’s weird, the idea of talking sex with her now, doesn’t feel right. Especially the way that I treated her. I really must be grieving because talking about sex, always felt right.

  She pecks me on the lips and says, “As I said maybe and only if you’re a good boy.”

  She’s about to kiss me again, and I say, “Do that, and I’ll be taking you on your parent's couch.”

  That’s exactly what I was thinking about earlier, but he’s not doing that. Not now, he needs to earn it and if he behaves himself in three months time. I’ll do more than giving it to him once. No, I’ll give it to him all night long.

  Epilogue

  Isobel

  Three months later…

  I stand in our living room as he kisses me for the longest time, moving his hands up to touch my heaving breasts while I moan into his perfect mouth and feel my arousal in my groin growing.

  I’m soaking wet as he lifts me up and carries me to our bedroom. Oh, God, he's more than I could ever need. I feel lost in his embrace as he holds me in close and tight.

  I feel my body melt as he places me down on the bed and kisses my neck. He undoes the zip on the back of my dress, and then he slowly pulls it down as I let out a breath, feeling his passion and want for my horny, desperate body.

  “I love you, Isobel,” he says as he places his hand on the mound of my pussy.

  His fingers press into the inside of my panties and I let out a moan as he pulls them down hard and fast eyeing my body as he lifts my legs up to peel them off.

  “I love you,” I say as he moves his finger to his mouth, expressing his gesture to quiet me as he devours my body in my bedroom.

  He reaches down and falls in between my legs as he unclasps my bra and lets it fall to the unsuspecting floor. I watch him as he takes a mouthful of my breast into his passionate mouth. He’s perfect in every way. He groans as he tastes me and then gets up and kneels on the bed stripping as he looks at me with a devilish grin.

  “You're going to get this all of the time.”

  I don't know what he means exactly, but I love it. I want him to take me like this every time.

  His muscles ripple as he places himself down on my wet open pussy, tasting my arousal only as my legs stay open for him. He flicks his tongue over my swollen clitoris and I feel raw and alive, lighted and heated by his touch which makes my body shudder from deep inside its core.

  “Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet. Like honey!”

  His words arouse me as enters in a finger to tease and play with my wet, soaked walls.

  “Oooh,” I say, every time he hits the spot.

  I arch my back as he fingers me. A medium pace achieved while he licks my nub that sends tingles into me like nothing I have felt before.

  We love each other.

  That’s what makes all the difference, this time. We are on fire, sexually and emotionally as well.

  His cock rubs on my leg as he fingers my pussy and licks, using his eyes to tempt me every so often as he watches me enjoy his pleasuring. I know he likes to look at me as I moan out loud for him.

  Then it happens... everything aligns, and my orgasm sweeps over me like a broom on the linoleum floor. It’s so powerful and perfect that I curl my toes and grasp the satin sheets as I moan out his name.

  “Christian…”

  His eyes light up, and he looks deeply into my eyes.

  “Turn over; I’m taking you from behind!” I feel my body ignite.

  I do as he says and places myself on all fours with my pussy soaking and ready for him to enter me. He pulls my hair and pushes the scope of his shaft inside as I let out a gasp of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It fills my walls, and I am in Heaven as he pushes in deep and fast. Fucking me perfectly like I'm the last woman on the planet.

  Like I matter, and we matter together as one.

  “Fuck, baby, you're perfect,” he says as he lets his cock slide into me hard and profound.

  “Ah” I continue moaning as he touches my secret place.

  This is pure Heaven on Earth.

  I feel my body crave him as he pushes in and out of me like a boss. The one that he used to be to me. He holds my ass and pulls his arousal out and pushes me down in passion, so my back’s touching the bed. He places his cock inside me as he kisses my mouth and his hips wrestle to delve deeper and make me feel whole again.

  I never knew I was so empty until now.

  His cock slides in and out and my walls moisten as I feel another delightful orgasm light up my body.

  I come, and I moan, “Fuck, Isobel. You’re the most beautiful woman alive.”

  He thrusts more slowly now, holding my body close in his tight embrace.

  If this is what love feels like, then I want it all the time. It's like nothing else will ever matter. I lay underneath him, and I watch his hips move. His warm body ho
lds mine like we’re one person. Together at last.

  “Aaah,” he filters out as his lips push each breath out on my sensitive neck.

  I feel like I’ve come completely undone and it’s as if everything that has happened between us has led us to this one, perfect moment. I have never really believed in fate or destiny ‘till now, but I can tell you that it is real and genuine.

  His body heaves a few more times. He’s going to come inside me, and I want it more now than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

  "Fuck, baby!” he places his soft lips onto mine, and his seed shoots into me like he was made for me.

  But only in my body. He can only be mine.

  We lay together, and he holds me from behind. Spooning me like I am his delicious treat that he just has to have.

  “I love you Christian Stern.”

  “I love you more, soon-to-be-Isabel Stern.”

  I turn to face him, “Are you proposing?”

  He smiles, “Not in bed and not like this, but I may do one day. You just wait and see.”

  I laugh and say, “Maybe I’ll say yes and maybe I’ll say no.”

  He turns me around and says, “There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ll say yes. But I just want it to be right not only for you, but for me.”

  He’s right. I found out that age has no foundation of the maturity of a person. We’re a decade apart and sure I hadn’t experienced as much as he had done, but I knew about people. I knew how to love. Christian’s getting there, but it’s going to take a lot more than a few weeks, maybe months. But either way, I’ll know that it’ll be worth waiting for. And I’ll be right here waiting.

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  MAYA

  I was young and stupid, but that was no excuse. Everyone is young and stupid at some point in their life, but not everyone makes the mistakes I'd made. It all started when my brother Luke brought over a new friend. I was a senior in high school, a good girl. A girl my family could be proud of. I didn't go out and party like my brother. I studied. I worked hard. I was going to be a doctor one day, and that meant taking advanced classes while I was in high school, to prepare myself for college and beyond.