CHAPTER 9
Liam
I walk along with Sancha and lead her to Luke so he can drive her back to her friend’s place where she is staying while visiting New York. After a long conversation with her, I am glad to learn that her son is doing better at school and that the money that I am spending on his education is not going to waste. We say our goodbyes, and I head back to my office where Alyssa is organizing my files. She doesn’t look at me when I walk in. Her curves look perfect in that skirt she is wearing, and my dirty, wicked mind can’t help but think about going for round two despite all the work that I need to get done as soon as possible.
I sit at my desk and open my emails. My eye catches an email coming from a person named Eric Janovski who has copied my dad in the same email. I have never heard of such a name before. I click on the email and it is a meeting invitation for tonight at 8:30 p.m. No subject line or description of what the meeting is about, but I know who this is, I know what this is about. It is the shit that my dad got himself into years ago, which ended up being my problem more than his. If only I could get rid of him and this group of criminals, it would be great, life would be normal.
“Do I have anything around 8:30 p.m.?”
“Um...no, not today.” She smiles, and I can tell there is something bothering her, something she wants to talk to me about. I glance at her while I hit accept to the invitation I received from this Janovski guy, and I close my laptop. I get up and walk to her slowly, my hands in my pockets. I lean on the wall next to the shelf full of files that she is organizing. I tilt my head and I bore my eyes into her, her soft, wavy hair is so long that it reaches her waist, her skin is glowing without barely having any makeup on it, and there is a hint of sadness in her eyes, a tiny one that I wish I could wash away.
“Are you okay?” I ask tentatively.
“Yes.” She lets a huge sigh out like she’s been holding it for a very long time. She stops what she is doing and faces me, our eyes locked to each other, and I can’t help but admire how captivating her beauty is, and out of all the women I have had any kind of sexual encounter with, she is definitely the best one so far, the sexiest, smartest, most stunning woman I have ever seen, and all my hands want to do is to run over her whole body, and my cock wants to ride deep inside of her. Every single time that I see her, I get even more excited, and I want her just as much as I did the day before. It sounds fucked up, but it is like I am in love with everything that she does and everything that she says, from her innocent genuine smiles to her sad and sometimes tormenting physical expressions.
“Sancha is a nice woman.” Her eyes don’t leave mine, and now I understand what is going on with her. She wants to know who Sancha is.
“Sancha used to be my nanny,” I say, her eyes still locked to mine, but this time, a smile fills her face that eases the small amount of anxiety that started showing right before I told her who Sancha is.
“Don’t tell me you thought Sancha is my girlfriend or something, because that is absolutely gross.”
She lets out a laugh that makes my heart thump harder than ever.
“No, of course not, it’s just...it seemed like she was very dear to you, which I now understand she was your nanny.” She reaches out for my tie with her right hand and adjusts it. “It was good to see you happy like that. It was the first time ever since I’ve met you that I’ve seen you smile like that at someone,” she adds. Her expression is making my knees soft. She is so gentle and kind that the last time I felt this much caring coming from someone was from my mother. I want to hold her in my arms, kiss her, make love to her endlessly, and for the first time, I realize that whatever I feel for her is not only sexual, there’s more to the emotions that are kept hidden inside of me and that I refuse to let out or even admit to myself, there is something in her that is letting the inner child in me come back to life, the child that I killed the day my mother died, because that is when I discovered that the world is cruel, my father’s world is horrible, and I had to man up, I had to become an adult for the sake of my safety. The memories of my past bring me back to the present, to right now when I am standing in front of a woman who’s changing me, bringing out the best and the worst out of me, and I don’t know what to do about it, but right now, right this second, I want to be with her alone, to admire how amazing everything about her is, far away from this office, far away from this place that reminds me of the evilness that exists in my world. I wanna live in her world for once.
“Are you hungry?” I ask. She smiles and nods her head. “Then let’s go grab a bite, and bring your purse with you, we ain’t coming back here.” I walk toward my desk and lift my phone off of it. I go to my messages and I pause to glance at Alyssa, who’s looking on with an expression of surprise.
“What?” I ask.
“We are not coming back here, but I have so much work to…”
“We are not coming back, and I don’t care how much work we both have.” I pause and point my finger to the door. “Go get your purse,” I instruct and she does exactly as I say.
Eric Janovski, need information. I send the text to Will, who answers immediately, On it.
I hired Will about three years ago for security and investigations. Ever since I figured out that my dad was involved with a dangerous group of men, I had to hire a team of bodyguards whose boss is Will. Will and his team have been trying to get to the head of the whole mafia team for the past few years, and this is the first time that the Janovski name pops up. I grab my keys and join Alyssa who’s waiting for me in the hallway. We head toward the parking lot where my car is parked.
“Luke is not driving us?” she asks.
“No, it is me doing the driving, miss.” I open the door. She nods politely and gets in the passenger’s seat. As soon as I get in the driver’s seat, she lifts her phone from her purse and starts dialing a number. I put my seat belt on while my eyes are glued to her, wondering who she is trying to call.
“Hey, Grandma, how are you? I missed you.” Her joy is so infectious that the excitement starts racing through me.
“Yeah I did call you. Just wanted to make sure you were alright,” she adds. “Oh yeah? Haha, well tell her I say hi, and I will see you later.” She pauses. “Love you too, bye.” By the time she hangs up, the smile on her face is still there. Every inch of me starts craving her, even when she is just having a regular conversation with her grandmother, heat courses through my veins. And it is hard to keep my eyes on the road when she is right beside me.
“So where are you taking us?”
“What do you feel like eating?” I ask
“Um… I feel like eating something unhealthy, hot dogs?”
“Sure.” A chuckle escapes my mouth. “Where can we get delicious hot dogs?” I ask her.
“I know the right place to go to.” Her eyes widen. “There is a food truck owned by an old Asian man that goes by the name of Uncle James.” She pauses. “He sells the best hot dogs ever.” She is so passionate talking about these hot dogs that the smile won’t leave my face while listening to her brag about this random, old man’s hot dogs.
“I used to go to him ever since I was ten years old,” she adds.
“Oh yeah? A food truck? His hot dogs are that good, aren’t they?” I tease her, and she lets a laugh escape her mouth. It is fascinating how weak my knees get when she smiles.
“Oh my god they are delicious, Liam, you have no idea.” She pauses. “I mean Mr. Adams, I apologize.” I never liked my name this much until it came out of her mouth. Nobody besides my dad and Sancha call me by my first name.
“Call me Liam.” I smile warmly. “So where is this food truck located?” I ask.
“Right beside where I live, actually.”
“Alright, it will be my first time eating out of a food truck. Is the food safe?”
“The first time?” Her eyebrows rise in surprise while her mouth drops open slightly. I nod my approval.
“Oh my god, then you are definitely missing out,
and of course it is safe.” She pauses. “Funny how you rich people are.”
I turn to face her, one brow shot up. “What do you mean?” I say, and she looks at me with a smirk.
“You guys miss out on a lot of great things, I bet you Uncle James’s food truck is safer and cleaner than any expensive restaurant you’ve ever been to.” She pauses . “So don’t worry, you won’t get food poisoning, Liam.”
“Okay, I trust you then.”
As soon as we get to the food truck, I park right next to it. Most people are staring at my car. While I drive down the street, a bunch of kids playing soccer in front of the poor, old houses pause their game for a second just so they could stare at us.
“Yes, people will look at you,” she says while putting her hand on my thigh, her touch making my skin flush with desire. “For a jaguar to drive down this street or this area as a whole is very rare,” she adds.
“Interesting.” My answer is firm. We get out of the car and start walking toward the food truck. My eyes are on my car, scared someone might do something to it. My cars are like my babies, I don’t want anyone touching them.
“Don’t worry.” She grabs my arm. “No one will touch it, people are poor in this area but they are not evil,” she adds. “Poor doesn’t always mean evil.” With a grin on my face, I don’t reply back. She has no idea that I know exactly what evil is, and the worst, most evil people I have ever known are the richest. The people whose business is all about sex trafficking, drug dealing, and much more.
“Uncle James!” A rush of excitement sends color to her cheeks as she speaks to the old man dressed in a blue shirt, looking like he is probably in his late fifties.
“How is everything? I brought you a new customer.” She grabs my arm and glances at me with a big smile filling her lips. I nod at the old man, drawing half a smile on my face. The man welcomes me by offering me a drink for free.
“Water,” I say, and he hands me a bottle of cold water.
“Please, and thank you.” Her voice is a whisper.
“Thanks, appreciate it,” I say to the man.
“Two hot dogs each, Uncle James, do you still have the deal of two for the price of one?”
“I have it just for you, Alyssa,” says the old man before he disappears into his truck. Everyone seems happy despite the poverty that most of them live in. They laugh and smile like they live the perfect life, and now I understand where her innocence comes from. All of these people are sinless, they work minimum wage jobs and struggle to pay their rent, yet they remain happy and excited for what tomorrow may bring. It is a different world than mine, a world I never thought I would get introduced to, and suddenly I feel like this world is ten times better than mine. Mine is a sad, lonely, and monstrous world, where despite the money that a person might have, they are never content or pleased, they always want more even if they don’t need it. It is a dimension where the demons are dressed in suits or leather jackets, and they would feed off of their own blood for their own selfish needs. That is my world, where if I was to introduce Alyssa to it, she would run away from me and never look at me the same way she does right now, and even to that, bringing her in could be a death sentence, and how am I supposed to forgive myself if something bad was to happen to her? My heart starts drumming at the thought of her being hurt, and numbness starts infusing my body.
“Are you okay?” Her tone is soft, and it brings peace back into me. “Just hungry.” I force a smile.
“This one's on me.” She places the money on the counter.
“The hot dogs are ready, what would you like on yours, sir?” My attention is drawn to the old man who is holding my hot dogs in both his hands.
“Relish and mustard, please.”
“Ketchup, mustard, and onions on mine please, Uncle James.” She raises her voice so the man could hear her.
“I already know, Alyssa,” he replies. They laugh, and I can't help but feel like I don’t belong here. Which is true, I don’t belong in a world full of innocent people. I belong to the hell that my dad started years ago before I was even born, and that I only became aware of when I fully took over the company.
The man hands the hot dogs to both me and Alyssa and we head back to the car, lay on it, and start eating.
“So? How’s the first bite?” she asks.
“It is indeed very delicious.” I turn to face her. “Thank you.” She smiles back, and we don’t talk as we continue eating. The hot dogs definitely taste good, different than any other fancy restaurant I have ever been to that served hot dogs. As soon as we finish eating, she takes both of our drinks and throws them in the garbage can beside the car.
“I can walk home from here.”
“You wanna go home?” I frown.
“Well… what do you wanna do?”
“I don’t know, all I know is I am not tired of you yet, and it is 1:30 p.m. right now, so we still have plenty of time,” I add.
She narrows her eyes.
“You know what?” I say while opening the door to my driver's seat. “Get in,” I instruct. She shakes her head while drawing a big smile on her face and does exactly as I say. We drive off. She doesn’t ask where we are heading. My eyes keep travelling back and forth between the road and her, and I can just tell that it is making her uncomfortable and shy, her cheeks turn red and she starts clenching her thighs, and I know that it could either be because she is being timid or horny for me. Either way, I know I want to be inside her again. I start driving a little over the limit, trying to get home as soon as possible so I can get her naked and take care of her. She places her left hand on my thigh and slowly moves it where it reaches my cock, which is already hard and ready for her. She is teasing, and this is not helping. She removes her seat belt and sits on her knees. She brings her lips closer to my ear, licks it all the way down to my neck while her hand is still placed on my cock. I take a glance at the time and I know that there is another twenty minute ride till I get home. I won’t last till then. I park the car to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
“Get in the back,” I order and help her climb until she is in the back seat. I get out of the car and get in the back seat next to her. I grab her with one arm and bring her on top of me. I slide my tongue deeper in between her lips while I tear open her shirt. I discover she is wearing a red bra underneath it. I place my hands on her breasts and I squeeze them hard. She gets off of me and sits on her knees next to me. She gives me a desperate look and starts unzipping my pants. My cock gets harder just by looking at her, and I know exactly what she is about to do.
She leans forward and takes half of my cock inside her mouth. Her tongue feels warm and soft as she sucks the tip of it, then she takes it even deeper and I can’t help but enjoy how sexy and hot this looks, like she was meant to give me all the pleasure that I craved, like she has done this to me a million times before. I groan helplessly as I dig my fingers in her hair and press a little hard on her head that she chokes.
It’s not too long before I pull her hair all the way up until we were facing each other. Our eyes are locked to each other, my hand still pulling her hair back, I bring her mouth closer to mine but not enough to make our lips touch. She struggles to reach my lips, but I pull harder. A soft moan escapes her.
“You belong to me,” I say. “Only me, understood?”
She nods desperately.
“Good girl.” I pause. “Now remove your panties and your skirt, and straddle me,” I order and she obeys. She lifts one leg over me and almost falls over, but I grab her and help her sit straight. “I gotchu,” I say, and all she does is smile. She sinks her wet pussy onto my dick. She starts to fuck me while moaning desperately. She bites her lower lip, and I lean forward and start licking her nipples. She digs her fingers in my hair and moans with pleasure. I look at her, working me, taking care of me, it is so sexy and erotic to see her obey my orders and do exactly as I say. She starts getting tired a little because her rhythm of going up and down. My cock slows do
wn.
“Not yet,” I growl. I am not ready to cum yet, and I don’t want her to stop riding me. I grab her waist and start moving her up and down my shaft since I could tell that she needed a hand. Only a matter of seconds till she starts grinding herself on me, her stomach muscle tenses and a cry escapes her mouth. She comes hard on my erection which only makes me do the same. She rests her head on the side of my neck, tired while sweat drips down both our chests. She is panting like she ran a marathon. I caress her hair. “Are you good?”
“Yes.” Her voice is tiny. I suddenly realize that once again, I fucked her with no protection. I have never forgotten to use protection with any of the women I have had sex with in the past. Alyssa is the first one that gets me out of my mind, makes me forget important things like condoms and protection before sex. I am not worried about getting an STD, I took her virginity away, I know she is clean, but no protection means pregnancies and kids, my worst nightmare ever. My chest tightens just at the thought of it. I grab her and place her next to me.
“We didn’t use protection again.” My tone is cold. I adjust my tie as I look at the rear-view mirror. “You’re gonna need to take another Plan B pill until you pay your doctor a visit and get yourself on birth control or something.” I turn to face her. She doesn't say anything but her eyes widen and her mouth drops open slightly.
“What?”
She takes a lock of her hair and starts playing with it. “Are we gonna keep doing this?” she asks, a hint of confusion in her voice. I look away, trying to find the best answer to her question, not that I never thought about it before, especially after yesterday when I fucked her for the first time, and we’ve already done it three times when it hasn’t even been twenty four hours yet. I actually don’t have an answer and haven't found one yet. I thought one time would do it for me and I will be done with her, yet I spent last night reliving our moments together in my head over and over again, and as soon as I saw her in the office this morning, I fucked her. I don’t seem to have control over myself when it comes to her, which is very unusual for me. I know I will regret all of this, I am dragging her with me on the road to hell. A shadow of guilt darkens my eyes. Pity flows over me as I swallow hard. “Yes, we will keep doing this,” I say firmly.
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