by C. M. Steele
“He’s an asshole. He’s always been.”
“I know. That’s why I never did have sex with him. It’s not like I was saving myself until he asked me to marry him, but I just didn’t want to throw out the goods with someone who I knew wasn’t serious. He was fun to be around, but that was it. Even my parents didn’t care for him, and that’s saying a lot.”
“He met your parents?” he asks. “Will I?”
“No, you won’t. They died over a month ago.” I immediately break down. I don’t mean to but I can’t control the pain, and the weight of the past month takes ahold of me.
“Oh, shit, Blossom. I’m sorry.” He takes me into his arms, holding me close. It feels so right.
“Thanks, it’s been a terrible month. I loved them so much, and I miss them every day,” I sobbingly whisper into his chest.
Chapter 8
I’ve been whispering words of compassion and tenderness when I realize she has cried herself to sleep in my arms. I give her a gentle squeeze then lay her down on the bed. “I’m going to make it better, Blossom,” I whisper as I kiss her hair. Leaning down, I unzip her knee-high white boots, sliding each one off her sexy legs. She doesn’t wake as I take them off; instead, she gives a sad little whimper. Her hurt and sadness make it easier to fight the need to possess her tonight. I swallow deeply as I stare at her legs. My eyes roam her body and I know it’s meant for me.
Looking down at my broken Blossom one more time, I know I’ve got to make it better anyway I can. I close the bedroom door with a heavy heart, remembering the pain of losing my mother. I didn’t think I’d ever recover. It’s gotten easier over the years, but there’re times that I miss her like crazy.
I head to my office and pour myself a drink. I’ve got her here, and she’s safe. Taking a deep breath, I think about her lying in the bed practically naked, which reminds me that she doesn’t have any clothes here. I’m going to take her shopping this weekend, but first things first, I’ve got to call the strip club.
It goes better than expected. The owner knew that Blossom didn’t fit in there and was glad that I took her away from that life. I’m going to give her anything, do anything, to keep her.
“I promise to treat her well.”
“Good, because she’s not cut out for this kind of work. Her sweet heart will be tainted if she stays in this industry. I’ve got plenty of life-hardened women bidding for a job.”
“Then why did you hire her?” I ask. I think she’s just trying to appease me that way I don’t make trouble for the illegal things I spotted in the club. When you see a stripper blowing a guy in the corner, it’s prostitution, which could get the owner locked up and the club shut down.
“She lived in a shelter and looked like a lost puppy.”
I hang up with her.
It’s late when the club sends over the suitcase. I give the delivery boy a tip and a little more for the club’s trouble. Taking her now beat up luggage to her room, I check on her one more time. She’s curled up still wearing the white skimpy panties and bra. Her curves are illuminated by the moonlight. Grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed, I cover her up and kiss her cheek. I’m keeping her one way or another.
“Devin,” she murmurs in her sleep. My heart jumps out of my chest and I leave the room with a smile. Going upstairs, I jump in the shower then head to bed. I’ve got court in the morning but can hopefully be done by lunch and come back to check on her. It’s the first night in a long time that I sleep straight through.
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I open my eyes to an unfamiliar room. It takes a moment, but it dawns on me where I am— Devin’s penthouse. Thinking about the night before, I’m embarrassed. I bawled like a baby in his arms. It felt so perfect being there, but he’s my boss now.
Getting up, I stretch and take a look at my surroundings. It’s a small room with a lot of sunlight breaking through the curtains, then I see my suitcase. “Thank you, Devin,” I whisper. I jump out of the bed still in my bra and panties, remembering Devin removing my tight boots before he laid me down, but he didn’t take the rest of my clothes off. I’m thankful for that, but damn, the underwire dug into my skin. Bras suck, but big tits sag, so I’m forced to deal with a little discomfort.
The bedroom has its own private bathroom. For a glorified apartment, it’s bigger than my whole family home. I take a fast shower and get dressed before he makes an appearance. Looking at the clock, it’s only six-thirty. I don’t know what time he’s supposed to start. Maybe he always leaves this early. Shit. I hate mornings. Oh well. It’s better than living on the streets wondering where my next meal is going to come from. Another bonus to not starving is just being around Devin. The man smells and looks so damn good, I wouldn’t mind letting him pay me in orgasms.
I step out of the room and smell fresh coffee. He’s already up and doing what I’m supposed to be doing. Damn it, I need to take control before he realizes he doesn’t need me. Well, except for in his bed, not that I mind, but I need money and I won’t take it for sex. The thought is disgusting to me. It would make me no better than some of the girls at the shelter. With all my heart, I pray he doesn’t treat me like Adam. A favor for a favor. My chest aches from just the prospect of such freaking disappointment.
When I enter the kitchen, he looks up from his tablet with a warm smile on his face. I’m like the cartoon characters with a tongue that touches the floor. Devin is fully dressed in a suit looking like perfection, but it’s his eyes that have me panting like a bitch in heat. Suddenly having him proposition me doesn’t sound like a sick idea. Shit, I’ll make him a sandwich if he’ll fuck me like his eyes promise. There’s so much there in his gaze; I feel like I’m trapped in it.
“Good morning, Blossom,” he says so seductively, I’m mentally fanning myself.
“Morning, Devin.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Better than I have for a month.”
“I’m glad. I was worried I wouldn’t get to see your before I left.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t have an alarm clock and my phone…”
“Don’t worry. I’m going to have my assistant pick you up a new phone. Before you go crazy on me, I need to be able to get a hold of you.”
“I suppose that makes sense. You can take it out of my check.”
“Here’s my cell. Keep it with you until my assistant drops off your new phone.”
“I can’t do that. You’ll need it.”
“If I need it that bad, my driver has one. Don’t argue with me, Blossom. Do you prefer Blossom or Brooke?”
I blush because he’s the only one besides my parents that I let call me Blossom. At the club, when I filled out the paperwork, I had to use my ID. She thought it would be a perfect stage name.
“Um, it doesn’t matter.” I can see from the look in his eyes he doesn’t believe me, but he, thankfully, drops the subject.
“So I have to leave. I took off the password so you don’t get locked out of it, but here’s my work number. I’ll be calling you later to make sure your set.” He leans into me and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he hesitates then steps back. “Don’t leave the house yet. My assistant is a very busy woman and I don’t want her to have to be searching for you.”
“Aren’t you worried that I’ll go snooping through your phone?” He comes back up to me, his face inches from mine, our breaths mingling, and my heart racing with desire.
“Blossom. I’ve got nothing to hide from you. Go ahead and look through it.” His eyes dare me to test him, but I’m so turned on I can’t function. “I’ve got to go. Have a good day.”
He leaves me standing there with his phone pressed against my chest. I hear the door close and realize he hasn’t told me what he wants me to do. I guess I should just find shit to clean, but as I look around the place, there isn’t a damn thing out of place. The man is a neat freak. I wonder if he has OCD or some shit like that. Setting his phone down, I pick up his coffee mug from the counter and take a si
p from it. Mm…mmm…good. He makes coffee just the way I like it. I caress the cup because he touched it. I’m fucking losing it.
Taking the cup, I dump the rest in the sink with a shake of my head. “I’m losing it.”
“Why?” I nearly jump out of my skin, almost dropping the coffee mug into the sink. I set it down and turn to face him.
“Blossom, I didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot my tablet,” Devin says, picking it up off the counter.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“That’s not good. Come here. I’m going to show you how to operate the security alarm for times when you’re inside the condo alone.” He grabs my hand and drags me to the front door before giving me a quick tutorial. I smile because he’s acting like I’m helpless. He’s got a private elevator that people don’t have access to; I’m pretty sure it’s safe, but whatever, if it makes him happy. After his fast lesson, he’s gone again, and I instantly feel lonely.
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Shit, I just left and I miss the fuck out of her. I want to go back in there again, but I’ll be late and I have to be in court today. She didn’t see me when she took my cup to her lips, drinking from where I did. My dick was so hard I couldn’t speak for a whole damn minute. She’s losing it? Hell, I’ve done lost all my goddamn sense when it comes to her.
Luckily, Chuck knows to wait for me at a certain time. I make it to work earlier than expected and brief Rosalie on what I need her to do today. I head to my office and call my father. I don’t want him to call my phone because he might fuck up things between Blossom and me, and I can’t have that happen.
Chapter 9
Oh my goodness. I don’t think I can take another day of this. It’s so hard to look at him and not climb over the table and into his lap as he eats his breakfast. Ever since his assistant dropped off my new phone, I find it hard to just want to work for him. I want to be the one who cooks his meals because that’s what a good stay-at-home wife does, not because I’m the help, or so his assistant Rosalie has reminded me. Fucking stuck up bitch. I wonder if they hooked up and she’s still just his assistant.
I do my simple daily cleaning then take up my perch on his bed. It’s the only thing that he ever leaves messy. Before I fix it, I wrap myself in his covers and soak up his scent. Today is the first time I go further. Closing my eyes, I stick my hand under the cover and slide it into my shorts. Rubbing the outside of my panties, I pant. Images of him on top of me like at the airport enter my mind; I envision his hard cock pressing into me. I moan out, “Devin.” His name leaves my mouth over and over again, as I push my panties aside and dip my fingers into my wetness. The moment I hit my clit with my thumb, I shoot off into an amazing orgasm. Like a prayer, I chant his name.
It takes a while before I open my eyes. I stare up at his ceiling wondering if he lies here and thinks about me while stroking his thick cock. “Ha.” I sit up and shake my head. I need to stop living in la la land and consider my future.
I start thinking about my options and come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any. I call the insurance company and they tell me they will be sending the check in the next few days. That means I can go back to Ohio. The thought hits me hard, but I let it go. Devin isn’t into me like that. He’s changed since the first night and moving on is all I can do. I need to call David and get my family’s house together before the bank decides to foreclose on it.
Dialing his cell again, I still get no answer. It’s strange that he hasn’t returned any of my calls. Granted, he might have called me while my phone was disconnected. Since I need answers, I call his office.
l answers with a shitty-ass tone, “David Parker’s office.”
“Hi, Molly. This is Brooklyn Bennett. Is David in?”
“No, he’s not.” Again she sounds like she’s ticked.
I don’t care for her attitude so I give her a little sass. “Well…do you know when he’ll be back?”
“No, he’s out of town again.”
“Did he say anything about my family’s home?”
“No, he didn’t.” She’s so abrupt that I don’t have anything else to say.
“Okay.”
I hang up with an awkward feeling. Something’s not right. The last time I talked to David, he sounded so sincere. I can’t believe that he wouldn’t tell Molly to let him know I called.
Making myself some lunch, I decide to play with the phone again. I’m on like level 140 on Candy Smash, but once I run out of lives, I start dinner. I don’t know why since Devin isn’t going to be home on time. He doesn’t call me during the day, and I don’t want to bother him so I don’t change my usual schedule. It’s not until after six every night that he calls to say, “Sorry, Blossom. I’m running late.”
I want to be mad, but it’s the only communication I get from him once he leaves the house. It’s not like he owes me an explanation or anything. I’m nothing but the help. “That’s fine. I’ll warm your dinner when you get home.”
He always tells me it’s okay that he can heat it up himself, but I still do it. Since I set the alarm, I hear when he gets in so I get up and heat up his plate. Tonight, he asks me how my day was and I don’t know how to answer— I spent all day with nothing to clean except the dishes I used to cook for you... or how I spent all day sniffing your clothes or laying in your bed fondling myself. Gosh, I still can’t believe I did that. I blush from the experience which makes him raise a brow. I don’t answer his unasked question; instead, I tell him, “It was wonderful. I caught up on reading on my phone and watching your badass TV, rotting the rest of my brain.”
He laughs and tells me that he wants to go away for the weekend.
“That’s cool. Have fun.” He gives me a look but then continues eating my food like he’s starving. “So I guess you like it.”
“Babe, your cooking is fantastic. Having you feed me was the best idea I’ve ever had. Shit. I’m going to need to hit the gym hard this week,” he says, patting his flat belly. I roll my eyes at him.
“That’s what I’m here for. Oh, I wanted to tell you some good news.”
“Oh yeah, what is it? Have you come into money and are leaving me? Because I don’t think that shit’s good news.
“That’s because you like my cooking. Anyways, I talked to the life insurance company and they’re finally issuing my check. I’ll have enough to pay off the house and a little to live on.”
“So when are you planning on leaving me?” His expression is neutral, but I remember his other words.
“I don’t know but I’m tired, so goodnight. Just leave the plate and I’ll clean it in the morning.”
He looks like he wants to say something, but I keep moving. I know he’s not going to just leave the plate. The man is going to clean up anyway. It’s his usual. Really, all I do for him is cook his food. He sends his suits out so I don’t need to do that. The rest, he washes himself.
I can’t continue being his maid for long. I want him too much that I can’t stand by while he finds someone else. Hell, he might have someone else since he doesn’t come home until after ten.
~~~~~
She walks away again for the third night in the row, but tonight’s different. She plans on leaving me, and probably as soon as she gets that check. Fuck, she has no idea what she’s done to me. I can’t let her leave. Maybe if we go away to Lake Geneva for the weekend, I can seduce her out of her shell and into my bed— permanently.
I look down at my plate and I’m no longer hungry. I hate this charade we’re playing. I know she wants me. I can feel it. Every time we’re near each other the pulse in her neck throbs. I’ve looked at it so many times, I feel like a starving vampire. I plan to sink my teeth into it this weekend. Emptying my plate in the trash, I clean up and head to my bedroom for another night of stroking. It’s the only way I can sleep with her downstairs from me.
I see my bed is made and it makes me smile. Normally, I make my bed, but that first day I was in such a rush to see her I forgot
, so when I came home and she had already made it, and I let her. I like that she comes to clean up my room and that she touches my sheets.
After taking a fast shower and a nice tug on my dick, I climb into bed. There’s a different scent I’m picking up on; it’s hers. Her smell has been ingrained in my memory since the night at the strip club. I had her luscious body in my arms and inhaled her sweet pussy before sneaking away. It was wicked and wrong, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to apologize for it.
I pull the covers up and trace the strength of her scent like a bloodhound. Yep, it’s right in the center of the bed and sheets. My girl had her goodies on my bed. I wonder if she played with her pussy while thinking about me. Fuck…my dick is standing proud as I picture her rubbing her little cunt. Damn. I give myself a tug and squeeze. I’d just come in the shower, but I guess he’s not ready to go down for the night.
Taking myself in hand, I stroke over and over again, picturing Blossom with her hands between her thighs, moaning for me. My hand glides up and down; my pre-come smooths the path. It only takes a handful of pumps before I’m nutting in my hand and on the sheet she had her pussy on. Something about our combined essence is so fucking exciting that I’m still half hard. I don’t want to rub myself raw, so I think about her with someone else and it destroys my hard-on, but also any trace of sleep for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll start the seduction and then she’ll be mine.
Chapter 10
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Damn it, my new “housekeeper” is going to get herself a big, hard bonus if she keeps up the great cooking and being fucking perfect. She’s been feeding me for the past three days. It’s Friday and I’ve got plans for us later in the day. It’s been a crazy week with work, but if she thinks I’m going to let her leave without me, she’s got another thing coming. It makes me laugh that she thinks I can’t see her attraction to me. I can tell that she’s not too happy being stuck in the house, but thankfully, she hasn’t had to deal with any of my family. I don’t want them to mention Adam and I don’t want him around her— at all.