She took all of me into her mouth. I could feel the ice on the inside of her cheek. I moaned at the intensity of it all. She stayed down there for a while, before I felt her climb on top of me. She wrapped her hand around my dick and slid herself on to me. Immediately she began to ride, rocking back and forth. There was nothing like good loving to make you forget your worries.
“That feels so good,” I moaned out. I wanted to place my hands on her. I wanted to grip and squeeze her hips, but I couldn’t with these cuffs on.
She stopped rocking and leaned into my ear. “Do you like that? Do you want more?” she teased.
I started to pump up into her, desperate to feel the friction. She grabbed me firmly by the jaw with her hand and started rocking again. She leaned over, kissed me and pushed back the blindfold.
“Let me taste you. I want to put my mouth on you,” I whispered. My breath was ragged.
She pressed a button on each side of the cuff and released my hands. I gently rolled her onto her back and went down on her. I watched as she arched her back and moaned as my tongue hit every spot in that region. Her legs were shaking and the sides of her knees tightened around my ears. Finally she moaned out and her body quivered. I grabbed her hand, pulled her up and turned her around.
“My turn now,” I whispered, as I entered her from behind.
The way she backed it up, and moaned made me come faster than I wanted to. I gripped her hips and groaned as she partially collapsed onto the bed.
“I want more of that. I’m still hard. Look at this thing.” I let my body fall next to hers. I wrapped my arms around her body. One of my hands rested on her tit. I took my fingers and played with her nipple. I seriously wanted to get back inside of her.
“I made dinner. Pork chops with grape sauce, salad and cookies.”
“The only cookie I want is yours,” I said into her ear.
She giggled.
My phone started to go off and I ignored it, because I was so focused on Emily. She turned and looked at me wondering why I wasn’t picking up. I leaned over and kissed her bottom lip in an effort to try and get back to the fun zone. My hand slowly traveled down her belly and landed on her mound. I gently squeezed it.
“Can I have some more of this delicious cookie?”
The phone began to ring again. She looked at me with questioning eyes.
“Answer your phone and get dressed, horny toad. I’ll warm up your food.” She bounced out of bed and off to the bathroom.
“Are you really going to do me like that?” I smiled.
She poked her head out into the doorway and nodded.
I picked up the phone and stared at the screen to see an unknown caller.
“Hello.”
“Mr. King?” an older man’s voice asked.
“Yes. This is him.”
“I’m Mr. Harper with the Law offices of John Harper.”
“Aww. My mother’s keeper, huh? Is she suing me for today’s shenanigans?”
“Not exactly. Your father hired me specifically for all King Hotel matters.”
“I’m confused. Why are you calling me?”
“With all of the talk about Mrs. King, we were forced to do our own investigations when police officials came into my office recently and asked for records. It’s highly unusual for them to come in many years after a death. Apparently thanks to a tip off, your mother is being investigated for a few things aside from tax evasion which I can’t say at the moment. The police pulled copies of all versions of the will and it wasn’t until they left that I went into my computer where we store all records and started looking at what they were looking at. I don’t know how this got by me.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re saying.” I scratched my head.
“Your father signed over King Hotels to you a week before he died. See, the original will had your mother’s name on it. He left a majority of everything to her and some money to both you and your brother. The second will that came over was changed drastically. He left the estate and hotel to you. Mrs. King’s name was taken off completely. Another will followed directly with a note stating the previous was void. This third and last will received left everything to her and nothing to you or your brother. I spent hours looking at all three wills. I even called in a calligrapher to look over each signature. After close examination we came to the conclusion that the signature on the last will was not that of the Testator. I apologize for something this big to slip through the cracks. It’s quite the embarrassment.”
All I could do was laugh. I laughed hard. “Wait a minute. Are you saying I own King Hotels? What I understood was that my dad transferred King Hotels to me, and that someone probably found out and wrote up a fake will and signed my father’s name to it, which took me off. What about my brother, Chad?”
“Yes sir. That is correct. The prior will, which we will be reverting back immediately states your brother was left a considerable amount of money and he is listed to take over King Hotels should you decline or should you be unable to for any circumstance.”
“So what happened to Chad’s money? Was his name removed in this so called third will?”
“The only beneficiary listed was Victoria King,” Mr. Harper said.
I snorted.
“There is one other thing I noticed on the second official will that I feel inclined to tell you about. The King estate was also left to you, but another lawyer is handling that matter, as well as redirecting all money that belonged to Chad King. You didn’t hear that from me though.”
“Oh this is rich. Has anyone talked to my mother about this yet?”
“No, sir. I wanted to bring it to your attention first.” He quickly paused. “Are you capable and willing to run King Hotels before we continue?”
“Yes. Very capable and very willing.”
“Very well. No need for you to do anything on your end at the moment. I understand Victoria King will be incarcerated for a while. I will be in touch with her regarding today’s conversation. Would you mind coming into the office on Monday to fill out a few papers?”
“Sure. No problem.” I gave him my email to send his address.
“Thank you, and again my sincere apologies for this terrible error.”
“Mr. Harper you honestly just made my day. Don’t stress.”
“Enjoy the rest of your day, sir.”
“Thank you. Good Bye.”
I hung up the phone and stared up. Emily was standing there in a bathrobe.
“What happened?”
“I own King Hotels.” I shrugged. I was still confused. This was crazy.
“What? How? No way.” She smiled. “That’s fantastic, James.”
I don’t think Emily knew what this meant for her. She was a short term thinker and the thought that this was about to change her life as well hadn’t even occurred to her.
“My father left the hotels to me, and Victoria just couldn’t stand it. She made up a will and listed herself as the only beneficiary. I’m not sure how she knew he changed it, but she did. She forged his signature and everything.”
“Oh wow.” Emily put her hand up to her mouth.
The shock suddenly hit me. “Our lives are about to change, forever.” I jumped out of bed and gently grabbed her and picked her up. “I can change it all, just like my dad wanted.”
Emily smiled at me.
I stared around at a few of her boxes. “Don’t unpack. We’re moving.”
“But I just moved everything over here.” She frowned.
“The King estate is mine also. That place you used to clean every day, it’s yours now too.”
“Holy shit,” she yelled. “Are you serious?” She lit up, and that’s what I wanted to see. It was starting to sink in with her too. We both stood there in shock with these dumb ass grins on our faces.
“Get dressed we have a meeting with the devil and she doesn’t even know it yet.” I tossed on an outfit as Emily scurried around the room trying to get dressed. She took a
moment and blew out all of the candles. We were out the door in a flash and headed over to see Victoria. I had never felt so damn proud, as I did at this very moment.
It wasn’t long before we arrived. We pulled up, and turned into the entryway and punched in the code. The gates opened, as I drove up the long driveway. I saw my mother’s car parked out front which just flamed the fire inside of me. I jumped out of my ride with Emily trailing close behind me. We made it up to the door and stared at each other. I think we both knew this was the beginning of a new life for both of us. I smiled first and then jiggled the knob to notice the door was unlocked. I pulled Emily inside like I owned the place, because I freaking did. It was time to get used to it.
“What do you think, honey? Would this wall be a good place to hang baby pictures?” I grinned at Emily, who didn’t answer, but instead just squeezed my hand tighter.
“What the hell are you two doing here, James?” My mother said, as she marched into the living room. “Get your pathetic ass out of my house. Take that pregnant trash with you.” She pointed to Emily.
I heard Emily snicker.
“Your house? I was just asking Emily where she might want to put the baby photos on the wall of our house.”
My mother stared at me confused.
“Oh, I guess you don’t know yet. Dad left this house to me as well as King Hotels. I take it he knew you were fucking around for quite some time. A man knows when his wife is being a whore. Anyways, it’s all mine to do with it as I please. It would have been mine sooner, but someone was very naughty and put their name on the papers. The lawyers are investigating everything now. They know about Chad’s cash too. I guess you could say you are royally fucked.” I laughed.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. This will ruin me. I will have nothing left.” My mother gritted her teeth and glared at me. I ignored her mumbling.
“I’m a nice guy though, so I’ll let you stay in my house until they take you into jail. I’ll even pack up your stuff and place it in storage along with your car just like you did mine.” Her eyes were on fire now. “You don’t win a race without trampling over your opponents, and the queen doesn’t get a castle without killing off a few commoners. Those were your words, right?” I leaned into her ear. “Checkmate, bitch.”
I grabbed Emily’s hand and walked backwards, keeping my eye on Victoria. “Oh! Tell your husband, Carl, he’s fired, immediately. I won’t need his services,” I said.
Her face pruned up, which made me smile. She was livid, standing there and she hated it. Finally she had a taste of her own medicine and I couldn’t have felt more justified. I slammed the door on my way out. Emily shook my arm.
“Is this really happening?” she asked. “This feels unreal.” Emily shook her head.
“Take a look around, honey. This castle needs a new queen. Will you be my queen?”
“You already have me.” She flashed her ring at me.
“No. Seriously I want to make you my wife. Pick a date.” I bit my lip staring at her. She was too cute.
She put a finger up to her temple. “Christmas Eve.”
“Interesting date. Any special reason?”
“There is just something magical about the day before Christmas. There is a bit of excitement and anticipation, like the way I feel about you.”
“That’s beautiful. I think it’s perfect, baby. Whatever you want.”
She stood there smiling and rubbing her belly. This moment in time was amazing. I was buzzing with adrenaline and I didn’t even know what to do with all of this energy. We hopped in the car and took off to go back home for now.
“Well, since we don’t have to unpack I guess that leaves time for other things.” She smiled.
I looked over at her and grinned ear to ear. “Cookie time?”
“Cookie time.” She nodded.
“I don’t even think we need to go home for that, since you have a dress on.”
We ended up pulling over on the shoulder of the road. Nobody was out and about. She climbed on top of me and did her magic. The space was tight and the steering wheel was a bit awkward, but we made it work even with her little baby bump. It was the best quickie I ever had. I couldn’t get enough of this girl. She rocked my world.
After we finished on the side of the road, I drove her home and dropped her off. Emily was feeling a bit exhausted from the day and wanted to go rest. I had plans to stop in at King Hotel to meet and greet my staff. This wouldn’t be easy at all, but I was determined to make these hotels in my father’s vision, something he would be proud about. I drove up to the valet and handed them my keys. It wasn’t long before I stepped foot inside of the place. I had so many memories with my dad here.
“Mr. King. It’s been a while.” The hotel manager, Bryan, came up to me and shook my hand. Brian had been around for a long time, ever since I could remember. Brian was probably the most composed person I had ever met. He stood before me with not a hair out of place. It reminded me of my brother and then it reminded me of how my mother wanted things. Perfect. His salt and pepper hair was combed and maintained perfectly as always, just like the rest of him. I looked down at his suit, not one wrinkle. I had known Brian long enough to know the man was close to my mother. Maybe too close. I didn’t trust him yet. He ran the hotel just like she did, and I didn’t like it. I’d give him a chance to change, but I had a feeling he might not stay with the new changes.
“Yes it has,” I said, as I looked around.
“What brings you in today?”
“I’m taking over ownership of King Hotels. I wanted to meet and greet with the staff. Do you think you could round everyone up for a meeting?” I stuck my hands in my pockets.
Bryan looked surprised, but he didn’t question me. “Of course, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“Conference room A is open if you want to meet us there,” Bryan added before he walked away.
I made my way down to the designated room and picked a chair out. I dragged that chair center stage and waited. Staff slowly started to trail in. Some looked worried. Others looked relieved and a few looked like they weren’t sure what to think. The poor employees were so used to my mother’s abuse. You could see it in their mannerisms. I waited until Bryan closed the door and gave me a sign that told me everyone was here.
“Most of you probably don’t know me personally. My name is James King. I’m Victoria King’s son. Victoria is no longer going to be running King Hotels. I will. You all will be reporting to Bryan, who will report to me. In the next year there will be significant changes to how we do business.” I saw one hand shoot up. I pointed to the lady with the silvery brown hair.
“Are we being fired?”
“No.”
“Oh. Thank god.” She held her chest.
“This isn’t about firing. This is about the hotel. Anyone who has been here long enough to have worked for my father and remembers what a great man he was, my promise to you is to do my best to live up to his legacy, and to treat you all as well as he did. The reign of terror is over and no one will work in fear of my mother’s tirades and indiscriminate firings for petty offenses. My father had a dream, a vision if you must, and my goal is to get back to that type of practice. This hotel has lost its way and I’m here to bring it home. Do we have any questions?”
“What will happen to Mrs. King?” a man asked from the back row.
“She is going to take some time out to find her way as well.”
I looked around and waited for more questions. The room fell silent.
“Thank you for coming down. I see a few familiar faces, but I look forward to getting to know the rest of you. You can proceed back to work.” I waved for Bryan as the employees left. They seemed calmer walking out then they did walking in.
“I need you to get me a list of expenses for the hotel including payroll. I’ll be in tomorrow to pick them up.”
“Sir, can I ask what is going on? I heard the rumors, but Victoria kept me in the dark,�
� Bryan questioned.
“Tomorrow let’s have a drink and we can go over everything. I’ll answer all of your question’s then.”
Bryan nodded as if he understood and walked toward the conference exit door.
I sat down on the chair and looked around, thinking of what I’d need to do to revive my father’s vision. This was a new beginning for me, for the hotels and for Emily. It’s like all the cards were lined up. There was no better timing. I was about to be a father and a husband and now owner of King Hotels. This was it. I would not fail my own father.
I thought about failure and all of the bullshit that happened in the past two years. Nothing came easy to me. It came hard and it came fast, but it was never easy. I was thrown to the wolves and I came back a pack leader. That’s how I look at it. I stumbled, I fell, but I dusted my ass off and got back up. I’d change the King Hotels. I could do this. If I could go through everything I already had and still be standing here then nothing could stop me.
I was indeed still standing here because of her, Emily, my silver lining. I’d like to think I was hers too. We all need a silver lining in our life. It’s something that motivates us. It was something that pushed us to keep going when things went bad. It was that small hope we held on to, or that pretty object that got us through the day. It was the rainbow after a storm. To me Emily was all of that. We went through our issues, but what couple doesn’t. This was that love shit I talked about. She let me love her and she made my head stop spinning and yeah, I kind of like that.
The End
About the Author:
Jennifer Raygoza is also the author of the smoking hot vampires series The Guardians I: Feel the Fire, The Guardians II: The Revelation, and The Guardians III: Blood Vengeance and Unleashed Poems. She enjoys writing in the sunny state of California. She loves to hear from her readers at [email protected] and hopes they will visit her updated website as well. She reads all her email and answers what she can.
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