by Eva Luxe
Her moans were soft cries, escaping her mouth like wisps of air.
My cock dug into her and I thrusted against her pussy so she could feel what she was dealing with.
“Oh, Darien. Oh my god,” she moaned as I moved over to the other nipple.
A flash went through my mind and I forced myself off of Willow’s beautiful body.
She gave me an odd looked and whimpered.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, I could hear her pining for more.
I wanted more, but was I just being selfish?
“Willow, you’re a beautiful person… But I forgot that I have a major project due. If I miss that it could hurt my company badly. I’m sorry to cut this short.”
She smiled sweetly. “Okay, it’s fine. I hope you get some sleep before you head off to work tomorrow.”
“I’ll try.” I smiled and left her bedroom. My cock was still tight and cursed me for leaving her wet pussy untouched.
But I had to. I needed to gather myself together and figure out what I wanted to do.
I wobbled back to my office and went to the bathroom to fix this throbbing problem in between my legs.
What the fuck was I thinking? If only money could make the world stop, I’d have it pause for months.
I stood next to the toilet and took out my cock to stroke it. It was hard and red, twitching in my hand as I choked it and jerked off.
So much was at stake. And what was worse, was that I was the one putting things in more danger.
Morgan was still the jealous type. She didn’t want anyone near her meal ticket.
Chapter Five
Willow
When I woke up, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
My body remembered how his lips and tongue felt on my breasts last night. Why did he really stop? Was it really because of business?
I turned over in my bed and saw the time on the clock. It was almost eight o’clock and my eyes felt swollen, puffy, and nasty.
There was no way I was going to sleep that easy after what happened last night.
I wanted more, my panties were wet and everything was… it was right there. We could’ve had sex, but… ugh.
I was over thinking it now and Dahlia needed me. Dahlia and Ronald.
So I got my big girl panties on, jumped out the bed and put some warm water over my eyes followed by a splash of cold water to wake me up some more.
Looking in my closet, I picked out today’s outfit. Nothing sexy. Just a cute lavender turtleneck and black skinny jeans.
I did some final touches on my hair and face and rolled out of the room.
Stopping over by Dahlia’s room, I knocked to see if she was awake.
“Dahlia, it’s Willow,” I said.
No answer.
I opened her door and peeked in. She wasn’t there.
So I ran down the stairs to the main floor. Dipping into the kitchen, I saw Dahlia and Darien eating breakfast.
“Hey, no one woke me up?” I chuckled, folding my arms.
The breakfast smelled absolutely gourmet made. Thick bacon, eggs both scrambled and fried, and a few pitchers of all sorts of juices.
The kitchen smelled of hash browns and bacon now.
“I didn’t want to disturb you since you didn’t go to bed early,” Darien explained, looking up from his morning paper.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll be fine.”
I moved over by Dahlia and grabbed her cheeks. “Plus, I’m supposed to be up earlier than Dahlia!” I teased.
Darien smiled and took a sip of his coffee. I saw his eyes lingering on me. That slick glint in them told me he still wanted me, and I did too.
Darien glanced at his clock and sighed. “Well, I better get going.” He shuffled his papers and scooted out of his chair. “Dahlia, be extra good for Willow today. She’s our live-in nanny now. I expect good behavior?”
She nodded her head. “Yes, Daddy!” she chirped.
“Oh, and Willow,” Darien began, patting his pockets down for his keys, “the phone people will be here today. The land lines are down, but should be up within two more hours or so.”
“Okay, thank you for telling me.”
Darien shot me another look, and I froze. If only I could hear what he was thinking.
Darien pulled out of his driveway and sped off towards work. Dahlia kept waving until his car was out of sight.
I couldn’t wait to tell Ronald about all of this. He’d probably even tease me about having a sugar daddy.
Not that having one was bad.
It was how he’d be able to stay alive. That should make him understand.
I took Dahlia back into the garden again, she begged me to show her more stunts.
She was young, but just as limber as I was.
“Dahlia!” screamed a woman from the top of the stairs that went down into the back yard and garden. She came running towards us, and I stepped in front of Dahlia.
Who was this? Darien didn’t say anything about anyone coming for Dahlia.
Because he was such a good father, he’d be anal about any detail when it came to Dahlia’s safety.
“Who are you!?” the woman asked. She wore a snarl on her face and looked at me as if I were the devil incarnate. “You’re one of Darien’s whores aren’t you?! I knew it!” she laughed, losing her mind.
“Excuse me? I’m Dahlia’s nanny. And who are you?”
She raised her chin and nose at me. “I’m her mother and Darien’s wife.”
This wasn’t love.
I didn’t see where she could’ve ever loved Darien. Money hungry, I could see it in her eyes. Her eyes were green with envy and greed.
Dahlia held onto my arm and shook.
A weird smell came off of this woman…
The name of it was on the tip of my tongue.
“I’m here to get my daughter. I don’t want any strange people around her.”
“I’m her nanny. I have no criminal history or anything—”
Dahlia gripped my arm and butted in, “I’m not leaving!”
“Yes you—”
“No she’s not. Now leave or else I’ll have to call the police.”
“You’re not my mommy!” Dahlia said, her voice quivering with fear.
“Her father would’ve told me if her mother was coming… Leave!”
There was no way this wired up woman was laying a hand on—hey!
“Get off of me!”
Dahlia screamed and tried to kick her mother. “Let Willow go!” she cried.
Dahlia’s mother knocked me on the ground and slapped me.
Shit, I wasn’t a punk, so I got a few licks in before she hopped off of me and dragged Dahlia off.
I ran after her, the adrenaline in my veins were pumping.
Did people think they could come crash into other people’s lives and take people they loved away from them?
Ronald. Dahlia. Darien…
They didn’t deserve the bullshit that life was throwing them right now.
“Hey! I said let her go!”
Dahlia’s mother, or whatever she was called, reached into her purse and pulled something out.
I didn’t know what it was until I heard that electric crackle and that shock to my torso.
A taser.
I fell down, unable to move. The only thing I could do was lie there and hear Dahlia cry as she was dragged off by that crazy bitch.
Minutes passed before I could get up and stagger back to the house. The phones were still down and my cell phone was no where around.
I went to my bedroom to get my phone only to discover that it was out of charge.
Fuck.
I couldn’t even call 9-1-1 if I wanted to.
There was only one option left, and that was to go to Darien’s office.
Which, I didn’t know where it was located.
Still, I had to get out and find it.
I was beginning to be able to walk better and went into the garage.
There was only one other car in here, and it was a Lamborghini.
Sighing, I rummaged around and managed to find the car keys hanging up on the wall across from the car.
I opened it up, slid inside and prayed that it wasn’t a stick shift.
Yep, automatic. Though it did come with e-gear, which was pretty awesome.
The car roared to life when I pushed the on button and I was redy to go.
I had to be careful. This car was one of those close to the road ones, not meant for the big city with its inclines, declines and horrific soul sucking pot holes.
That was when it hit me.
A car like this? It had to have navigation.
After I pulled out of the driveway with a surgeon’s precision, I messed around on the touch screen in front of me.
I found the GPS and punched in the name of Darien’s company.
Three seconds later I had real time directions.
“Take a right, then travel five miles…” the voice said as I began to drive.
Zooming around the twists and bends of the road was fun in a Lamborghini. Ronald would've loved this. I couldn’t wait to tell him that I drove a six figure car!
And hopefully I’d get to add on that I gave that woman who took Dahlia away an epic beat down.
Bitch, tazing me like that…
In twenty minutes, I was nearing the address and threw the Lambo in the garage.
“Excuse me, miss, you need to sign in,” called a security guard.
“Oh, sorry!” I ran over and scribbled my name and details down. “Do you know where Darien Thrilling’s office is?” I asked.
“It’s an emergency.”
“It’s on the twentieth floor.”
***
The elevator doors opened, and I popped out of them, running over to the secretary. Just as I began to talk to her, Darien came out of a side door.
“Dar—Mr. Thrilling!” I didn’t want to address him by his first name around others. The last thing he needed was gossip or a scandal.
“Willow? Where’s Dahlia?”
I ran over to him. “Her mother came and took her away!”
“What?!”
“I tried to stop her, but she slapped and tazed me!” I cried, worried that Dahlia was going to be hurt.
Darien ran down the hallway and I followed him.
“I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t apologize, I’ll have her in trouble for this! You can press charges!”
We got to his office, and he ripped the phone from its base, damn near pounding each key as he called someone.
“Morgan,” he growled.
I was standing awkwardly in the middle of his office. I felt useless.
It was like I couldn’t protect anyone, not Ronald, not Dahlia, and next up was probably Darien.
“I don’t care! She’s the nanny and I have an agreement! If the court were to find out what you did…”
He paused. I could hear Morgan’s voice squawking though the phone.
“You had better. You have one hour, or else I’m going to the court. And a tazer? Serves you right if she presses charges.”
He slammed the phone down and sat down in his seat.
God.
Darien was a good father. What the hell was Morgan doing? Using his daughter as a way of hurting and getting back at him because he doesn’t want a gold digger by his side?
“Darien?” I held my hands together, carefully treading on my words.”Is Dahlia okay?”
He had his chin nestled on his hands and elbows on the table.”Yes, she’s bringing her here. I’m sorry she hurt you.”
He closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.
He slammed his desk with his fist and I jumped back.
I needed to calm him down. Quick.
“You know. I hope you don’t get angry, but I had to take your Lamborghini to get here…” Wow, when I thought about it, that only seemed like it’d make him angrier. I mean, it was a six figure car, and the newest model too.
“Really?”
He lifted his gaze back to me, calming down.
“Yeah, you see, my cell phone wasn’t charged. The phones weren’t working, and I wasn’t going to sit by and watch some crazy bitch—I mean, woman take Dahlia away. Dahlia said she didn’t want to go with her. Even said she wasn’t her mommy…”
I hung my head down. Dahlia needed a mommy, a good one.
“Thank you for putting up a fight. You didn’t have to—”
“Yes I did.”
The phone rang and Darien picked it up.
“Hello? Yes, I’ll be right out.” He hung up and flashed me one of his sexy grins again.
“How’s the car? Still there?” he teased.
“Yes, I know how to drive low cars. My brother Ronald had one…”
A pain struck my chest, and it was hard to breathe for a moment.
That car of Ronalds… the car that was now sitting in a junkyard, scrambled to pieces from the accident…
“Willow, are you okay?” Darien asked, placing his warm large hands on my shoulder.
He stroked the side of my face and I sighed.
I wanted to cry. But now wasn’t the time to show weakness.
“I’m fine.”
When he left the office, I sniffled and reached over to Darien’s phone. Another payment was due soon, and since my family didn’t update me on his condition, I had to do it myself.
I dialed the hospital and waited.
The nurse got on and told me he was okay, but that he had a small complication that was fixed.
I had a heart attack, but they told me that he was stable now. It was just a reaction to some medicine they gave him.
Sigh.
The door opened from behind me and Dahlia ran over to me.
“Willow!” she exclaimed.
I turned around and hugged her. “I’m sorry,” she cried. “That bad lady hurt you.”
“I’m fine.”
Darien was still pissed, it showed in the creases on his face. Sexy, yet stressed.
Chapter Six
Darien
“Willow,” I said, interrupting them. “You two need to get home and rest. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Daddy, that mean lady hurt Willow!” Dahlia, cried.
“What do you mean? Dahlia?” I asked.
Dahlia pursed her lips, she didn’t want to say it. So I looked up at Willow who rubbed her forehead and sighed.
“Willow, did she harm you?”
“Well, she had a tazer with a good shock on it. Maybe a slap or two, nothing serious—”
“Nothing serious?” I echoed. “What do you mean nothing serious?! You could’ve pressed charges.”
“Well, I didn’t know who she was, and she was trying to take Dahlia away from me. I knew you would’ve said if her mother was coming. Everything was just so suspicious. Was that your ex?”
“Unfortunately yes. I don’t know how I ever was tricked. Here, let me take you guys home.”
I patted Willow’s back and wanted to rest my hand on her shoulder. But since I was at work, I had to drop my arm back to my side.
Dahlia clung to both of us as we made our way to the elevator.
Dahlia knew to push the down button and mashed it a few times, hoping it’d make the elevator arrive faster.
“So, how was it?” I asked Willow.
“How was what?”
“Driving in a Lamborghini?”
She began to blush, a rosy hue blossoming on her face. “Oh, that! Sorry about that.”
I lowered my eyes. “There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”
“It’s a six figure car and I could’ve easily hurt it.”
“I have insurance. The best kind. Plus, I bet you enjoyed yourself.”
“Too busy panicking to enjoy myself too much.”
“But of cour
se.”
The elevator arrived, ringing to signal its arrival. Dahlia ran to where the elevator light shined and waited up against the golden reflective doors. It opened, and she hopped in.
“After you,” I said, making sure Willow was inside.
We were lowered down into the garage area and I saw that Willow had parked my navy blue Lamborghini next to my car.
Good idea.
“Daddy! It’s the Lammy!” Dahlia said, running over to the Lambo.
“It rides very smooth,” Willow commented.
“Indeed. A good car. Limited edition model too.”
My phone rang in my pocket. The caller ID said it was coming from my building.
“Yes?” I answered.
“Mr. Thrilling, the Mizamotos have arrived early for their two thirty meeting with you.”
“Thank you, Ms. Hart.”
I hung up and sighed. “Damn it.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Let me call you a cab. I have a meeting to attend.”
Willow chuckled. “We can’t just leave the Lamborghini sitting here. Let me drive Dahlia back, we’ll be okay. This time I’ll have a bat waiting for Morgan if she shows up,” Willow teased, swinging her hands as if she were hitting a home run.
“Okay, you two have fun.” I dug into my pocket, pulled out my wallet, and stashed some cash into her hands.
“This is for all the trouble you went through. Thank you.”
Willow smiled at the cash after holding it in her hand, unsure whether to take it or not.
“No, thank you.” She turned and waved to Dahlia. “Come on, we’re gonna ride in the Lamborghini, Dahlia!” she sung out.
“No speeding,” I reminded.
“You’re a worry wort, you know that?”
Willow put Dahlia in the car and was gone in the blink of an eye,
Now I could concentrate my anger. It was still boiling inside me that Morgan thought she could walk onto my land and rip my child away from me. That heartless woman.
When I returned to my office, I gathered the folders and papers for today’s meeting.
My mind was supposed to be on business, I had a multi-billion dollar company to run. Success didn’t stay unless it had a damn good reason to.
But Morgan, what she did was unforgiveable. Everything she did was unforgiveable. My fists rested on my table, balled and trembling.