An explosion of pleasure and need goes off inside me as we give in to forbidden desire, strong, thick and unrelenting.
His pounds become harder thrusts and pumps that rut into me as he fucks me.
My breasts bounce painfully against my chest, but it’s a good pain that flows in tandem with my cries of pleasure and his grunts of satisfaction.
I can’t believe this is us. I can’t believe I’m with him and he’s taking me like this, in such a way that shows me he’s always wanted me too.
There’s more to this for me though. I was never just crushing on him and even lusting after him.
I love him. I always knew I did. It was always truth for me. So this moment means more to me than anything.
I’ll treasure it so much that even if we leave here and he tells me we can’t do this again, I’ll know we had this time together and it will be enough for me.
The memory will be enough, as badly as I want him to love me too.
The sounds of our sweat slicked bodies slapping together echo through my mind taking me to the height of pleasure again.
Once again I know there’s no way we can keep this up. It’s too wild.
He’s pounding into me and I’m moving my ass grinding against him as I fuck him too. We can’t get enough of each other.
We come together allowing ourselves to surrender to the call of ecstasy. His cum blows into me filling me right up as it flows and coats over my walls, feeling so damn good.
His cock pulses inside my passage and he groans as my pussy grips him, milking the last remains of pleasure. As we calm down, we collapse in a sweaty heap and the smell of sex and us tickles my nose.
“Fuck… Princesa, what the fuck am I gonna do? Being with you feels too good,” he says against my ear. “I can’t stop… even if I wanted to.”
“Then don’t…” I whisper back and he places a kiss in the crook of my neck.
He’s forbidden desire I’m not going to resist. I don’t care what my father wants or what will upset him. I don’t. This is the one time in my life where I’ll be selfish and give into temptation every time it comes for me.
Chapter Seven
Dante
I’m going straight to hell.
I’m pretty sure there’s a seat there waiting for me.
Maybe if I’d just slept with her the one time it might not be so bad. But now I’ve lost count.
We got to work late, bordering lunch and while we sometimes walk into work together, today I felt like all eyes were on me, all eyes on me and her.
Paranoia took me big time and I felt that people could just look at me and know I spent the night with Rachel.
I’m having the same feeling now as I sit in the boardroom in a meeting with Peter and two business development consultants from Hong Kong.
It’s a serious meeting where I need to give my undivided attention. The consultants are here to discuss potential business they’ve outsourced with five companies who sell cars and luxury holidays.
Peter’s problem is he tends to overlooks certain things when faced with anything like this and sometimes he makes bad decisions. That’s why I always sit with him in all meetings like this.
“This will definitely be good business Peter,” Xiou says. “The percentage of profit looks good for you.”
I glance up at the figures they’re showing on the screen before us and agree that they look good. Peter could be bringing in an extra million a year if he signs contracts with these five companies but what I’m looking for is what they aren’t saying.
People always package whatever shit they want and make it look nice to suck you in and get you to agree. Then they show the fine print and you realize it was all too fucking good to be true.
Peter looks ecstatic. I’ve been working with him for most of the day and he’s been in that grumpy mood because of the devalue in some of his shares. This is the first time I’ve seen him smile and I feel bad to cut into a moment that might genuinely be a good one.
“Xiou,” I say and he looks to me. “I’d like to see a few things.”
“Of course, what would you like to see?”
Peter looks to me with a hopeful stare that silently begs me not to find any shit. The thing about that though is that he needs me to find the shit.
“For a start what’s your fee? What percentage do you guys want?” I ask.
“Well I was getting to that,” Xiou laughs and Hiraki smiles. They both work for Fugato Consultancy and they’ve been good to us with the foreign market. Peter now has business in Europe and Asia because of them and it’s great that he’s looking to expand to Hong Kong. These guys here though are sneaky fuckers and I’ve found that the better the deal they propose the more they want.
They know we can get the job done and it’s a done deal. There’s nothing I can’t sell, I just want to know I’m getting the best possible return on investment.
“I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ask for a cut of thirty percent,” Xiou answers.
And there it is… the damn fine print.
Out the corner of my eye I see Peter tense and his jaw tighten.
“Thirty percent?” Peter asks. “You think that’s reasonable?”
“Yes… these five companies are all prestigious brands. Cars and luxury holidays. The money you stand to make from them will be vast. We’re just doing an estimate here of what you could make, but I envisage a lot more.”
Everybody says shit like that. Maybe it’s not shit or cock and bull but it’s a line I’ve heard many times. Also… I’m only just getting started.
“Thirty percent is too much,” I cut in. “I propose twenty because you are indeed a big part of this but the work is all on us. We work with you as a means of saving time, not because we have to.” They don’t like me saying that and I can tell Peter thinks I’m a bit abrasive, but I didn’t get to where I am by being nice.
“We’ll have to think about the percentages a little more. Twenty is a deep cut,” Xiou replies.
“That’s fine you take your time to think. We’ll be here. There’s no way we’re accepting a cut of seventy percent on our side. The other thing I wanted to ask is do the companies have any stipulations or restrictions on putting our name on their advertising?” A lot of income is generated by interest. One company uses us and another will see that they do and contact us because we did such a great job. That’s free business leads for us.”
“They do. They don’t want any branding or anything that’s not associated with them in anyway on their campaigns.”
Now that’s also something to think about. I have half a mind to drop the cut to fifteen percent but I won’t be a bastard.
“Thank you, that’s all,” I answer.
“Are there any more questions? I think we’re done with the presentation.”
“No, no more questions. How about you think about what we’ve discussed and get back to us as soon as you can,” Peter answers. “Thanks for your time.”
Both Xiou and Hiraki bow their heads and leave the room.
As soon as the door closes Peter looks to me and sighs.
“Dante… Jesus Christ…. I don’t know if I should hug you or kill you right now.” Peter shakes his head.
“Peter whether you want to kill me or hug me, I’m right,” I answer, feeling guilty because I know this won’t be the thing he’ll kill me for. I can’t believe I was with his daughter all damn night. God knows I tried so hard to say no to her and resist her but fuck I couldn’t.
If I saw her now I’d do the same thing I always wanted to do. If Peter ever knew the dirty thoughts I’d had of his little girl from she was about eighteen he would blow my brains all over this room then kill me some more.
“I know you’re right and once again I nearly got screwed. I swear I’m so stressed out I don’t see shit that matters. If you weren’t here I’d make all kinds of decisions that would take me back to where I was last year.”
I won’t bother to point out that he was
the one who sent me away because of Rachel. Nothing was said at the time and it was all done in such a way that I shouldn’t have been able to guess the main reason was her but I knew that was the reason. I had the sneaking suspicion that I felt completely panned out when he issued his warning.
I only got my chance to come back to Chicago because I was engaged to Marie. Peter didn’t question me once when I said I wanted to come back. He thought he wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore.
“I don’t think you’ll make those mistakes ever again.” They were all bad deals that went south.
“I nearly lost my company Dante and I owe it to you for helping me to bring it back up. Like a phoenix rising from ashes,” he says with a chuckle and runs a hand through his gray hair.
“I’m glad to help.”
“How’s um… the Activate project going?”
It’s times like this when I wonder if he’s genuinely asking me about the project or if he’s asking me how I’m doing resisting Rachel.
“Great. Allen’s enthusiastic,” I state. He knows me well enough to know I definitely don’t mean that the positive way it sounds.
“He’s a go getter isn’t he? I like his fire. He has the ability to tackle his projects fiercely. He’s good with ad copy and Rachel’s great with an audience. She can spot when to change things up and make it better. They make a good team.”
“Yes, I agree.” Except for when he’s staring at her tits and checking out her ass.
“I think he might like her too which is great. I want to see her with someone good. it’s time she stops serial dating. She should be thinking of settling down.” He eyes me up, probably looking for some reaction from me.
He’s not getting one though. He won’t and he looks thrown by it.
“I agree.” Is all I say.
“Dante… I know things have been slightly awkward between us since we had that talk about Rachel.”
“I won’t disagree that they haven’t.” I’ve never been a guy to hide that’s what makes this absolute shit. That and the fact that I’d probably be the same as him if it was me. I say probably, because there would be factors to consider.
At least I’d consider it and not just shoot him down the way he did to me.
“You do understand where I’m coming from right? She’s young and it’s a phase… I just didn’t want you to take advantage of that.”
As if I would. “I understand Peter and I’m glad you think Allen is a suitable match for your girl.” I stand. I’m done here. There’s no need to encourage this talk that might lead to an argument if I stay.
“It’s not that he’s a suitable match for her,” Peter says quickly. “He’s just better suited. They’re practically in the same age group. I hope it won’t be a problem working with them.”
I wish he’d just cut the shit and get to the fucking point right off the bat instead of hedging around the bush.
“Peter… it won’t be a problem with them. I’m here to do a job, not fuck around.” It’s a half truth. I wasn’t fucking Rachel in the office.
“I just think it would be wise to keep things professional between you two and not encourage her to make it otherwise. She’s excited to work with you, but I think we both know the reason for that.”
“I gotta go,” I answer. Guilt and rage is never a good combo for me. not with him.
Salvatore’s offer is very attractive, it means travelling though and being away, being away for a very long time and being away from her.
I couldn’t even stand to be away from her today. If I leave that will change us too.
But what am I even saying?
Can I continue this relationship when Peter just impliedly issued me with another warning?
Chapter Eight
Rachel
Giselle and Jia both squeal with delight as I confirm their suspicion of my whereabouts last night.
I’m so glad we have the kind of friendship where I can tell them everything. Matt and Jeff love me to no end and there’s not a thing they won’t do for me but I tend to think they’d be just like Dad on this occasion.
Maybe Matt, not Jeff. Jeff knows that I’ve had this massive thing for Dante from the dawn of time. Matt pretends he doesn’t see it.
Giselle looks thrilled at the news and I swear Jia looks like she’s going to cry. I guess I’ve talked about Dante for so long that it was like they went through the ups and downs with me.
I felt it the most when he was engaged. That was a hard time and Marie couldn’t stand me. I was literally gearing up to say goodbye forever because of it. I didn’t plan to be around and cause them problems.
“What now?” Jia asks. “I’m so happy for you.”
“I don’t know.” I answer and my shoulders slump. “Of course I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I want him, but Dad’s going to be a problem. Dante is such a good friend to him that I know he won’t want to sneak around.”
Jia presses her lips together and Giselle tilts her head to the side.
“I can’t believe he warned him away,” Giselle says.
“Me too.” I am angered he did that, but there’s no way I’d say anything. “But I guess on the plus side if my father had to warn Dante away it must mean he really liked me, and Dad must have seen it.”
“That was the first thing I thought,” Jia says with a chuckle. “And if I were you I wouldn’t care what my father thought. I wouldn’t. See the man in secret Rachel. For fuck’s sake. This is something you’ve been waiting on for a lifetime. See him in secret, have a fling, do something, be lovers and be happy. Who the fuck gives a shit about age and any other reason why your father thinks you shouldn’t be with him.”
Jia’s right. Giselle is nodding her agreement which means she thinks Jia’s right too.
I’m nervous but I plan to do exactly what they’re saying. It’s not me I’m worried about though.
“I’m worried about Dante. I don’t want him to do anything he doesn’t want to.”
Giselle laughs. “Rachel, I think from what I can tell about that man it’s clear he’d never do anything he doesn’t want.”
I smile. “Yeah. I guess we’ll just have to see what happens right?”
They both nod and start squealing again.
Coffee was the first order of business for the day. I’m meeting with Allen to brainstorm the plans for the campaign.
He’s already five minutes late. It wasn’t a formal meeting but I had things I wanted to get sorted for Dad.
I’m in the staff restaurant again. I like meeting here because it’s less tense. It’s early so it’s not packed yet. Everyone is busy in the coffeeshop. The restaurant doesn’t get packed until lunch time.
I brought my notes with all my ideas I scribbled down yesterday when I could get my brain to work. I just hope I don’t clash with Allen in anyway. We both have strong personalities and that doesn’t always work.
The door pushes open and he comes in looking sharp in his suit like a man out to conquer the world of business. The first think he does is wink at the waitress nearby cleaning the tables. Instantly she blushes at his charm and tries to compose herself by searching through her cleaning supplies.
He approaches and sits down
“Good morning Miss Bradley,” he says with that arrogance I truly hate.
“Good morning.”
“I like this, you look good today,” he says motioning at my top.
It’s a little boat neck blouse that gives a slight show of my cleavage. I’m guessing that’s why he likes it. I wore on purpose for that reason. Not for him though.
“Thank you.” I barely utter the words when his eyes drop to my breasts an linger for far too long.
“Getting a good look?” I ask snapping him out of the daze. He doesn’t look fazed though. I didn’t think he would. It does still surprise me though that he can be so arrogant.
“Not as good as if you were naked. Any chance of that happening any time soon?”
I j
ust love when people show their true colors. “No…”
“Why not? You’ve said no to me so many times. Isn’t it about time you start saying yes?”
“No,” I shake my head and give him a sarcastic tight lipped grin.
“Again, why not? I’d make it good.” He leans in close and gives me a leery smile. “You look like you need to be fucked properly. I’d make sure I get the job done.”
I do wonder if Dad knows what this asshole is really like.
Thank God I can give as much as I get and hold my own.
“I’m well taken care of thank you very much.”
He laughs. “You do know your father would love to see us together right?”
“Allen, I met you here today to discuss our project.” I don’t want to talk to him anymore about shit.
“Sure, we can do that baby,” he muses with a wide grin.
I open my notebook and straighten up. “So… I think for brand awareness, we could contact a few social media influencers and athletes who’ll want to be associated with the brand. You know what anyone into fitness is like. If they see an athlete wearing a particular brand they’ll go out and buy it.”
“I like it. I think it’s a good idea. We can see if Activate want to offer any launch discounts too and set up a mailing list.”
Thank God we’re agreeing with something and bringing the conversation back to work.
“I think that’s great. It would be good if we could have some sort of a landing page on their website with all the details of opening and to capture their information for the list.”
“I can sort that out.”
“Perfect. I think if we start with those basic things we can talk about advertising next.”
“Sure but we don’t need to worry about advertising for a while and that’s the bulk of why we’re needed. That means we could focus on more enjoyable things like you and me.”
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