You are the Boss, Daddy

01: White SUV Marlene's eyes darted to ticking hands of the gold antique clock that was hung beautifully on the floral wallpaper of her friend's home. It was only the second time she was seeing this house since her friend inherited it from her aunt, and it looked more... Vibrant, intentionally decorated. Just... different, like she was really observing it for the first time. "Are you sure you don't want to stick around for dessert? I actually nailed Wendy's recipe this time around, and don't you think it's rude to reject my late aunt's famous cooking just two months after her passing?" Reed made sure to drag this one out as she batted her eyelashes and pouted like a desperate, whiny baby. Perhaps guilt would get her best friend to abandon something as trivial as an appointment with her white sheets and blankets. Why was she so obsessed with maintaining a perfect sleep schedule anyway? " Come on, Ree, you know I want you to pack it up! Hannes has been on my ass lately, I can't stand him. If I get less than 5 hours of sleep, you will be serving me Wendy's dishes from prison because I will definitely murder him." Marlene sighed, grabbing her phone from the coffee table before rising from the couch. " Aww, okay ! Go say goodbye to everyone then. " Reed reluctantly gave up on convincing her to stay, letting her off with one tight hug that left her ribs hurting. "Bye everyone, early day tomorrow!" Marlene was already holding onto the door handle as she yelled at the rest of her friends who were so deep into conversation, they missed her saying goodbye. Exactly how she was hoping things would go. As soon as her red stilettos touched grass, she exhaled exasperatedly. "Barely made it out of that one!" she pursed her lips, almost screaming as she keyed the door of her lime green sedan and strapped her seatbelt on before starting the car and driving off immediately. Now for her appointment with her lovely, clean, white linen sheets! Sure, the excuse she had given Reed was entirely not false, what was false was only how Reed chose to interpret it. Her clit throbbed and she nibbled on her bottom lip as she reached a red light. The lack of movement was clouding her mind with thoughts, and she could not stop thinking about the vibrator in her nightstand drawer. She actually couldn't wait. Her lady parts were just crying for her to do something. Her hand slipped in between her thighs, her thumb grazing her sheer panties gently as she contemplated pulling them down entirely. You know, leaving them behind in the first place would have not been so bad after all. The idea had crossed her mind even though she was really quick to dismiss it. Her friends could never see her for who she truly is, neither could her family. Most days she felt like she was leading a double life just by virtue of pretending to be somebody that she was not. The perfect daughter, perfect best friend who is always well put together, always happy and very lucky in life. Marlene had graduated top of her class in high school and left college with very impressive grades. Working for one of the best law firms in the country was bragging rights, and what she had always wanted. Yet here she was, resenting it more than anything. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that working would be the one thing that makes her feel most lonely. She must have been going through a quater life crisis of some sort. At 25, she was further than she expected to be, but only when it comes to her career. The rest had gone to s**t. She was a miserable, bitter woman stuck on her dead ex. A man that never really cherished her and died in a car accident with his head wedged between the thighs of her best friend. Former best friend. Lola had survived the crash with broken bones and months worth of physiotherapy awaiting her, that is all Marlene knew. She did not want to hear anything else about her or ever speak to her again. Why was she still in love with him when she was never even sure how serious her feelings were for him while they were together? Distraction... That's what she needed. She needed to get home already. At least her personal hell that she calls a job could afford her a great apartment to get away from all her nosy friends and prying family members. The next red light drove her crazy. Why did she have to agree to the ridiculous get together anyway? It did not make her feel any less lonely. If anything, it must have made things worse. Why was she so desperate for her release already? "f**k this!" Marlene rolled her eyes as she stepped on her accelerator and ignored the red light light that was still in front of her. Almost instantly, she regretted it. Flashing blue lights and a wailing siren were on her track in seconds. Really? Why did she have to get so unlucky? She pulled over to the side and watched through her side mirror as the cop exited his car walked towards her car. She took a deep breath, contemplating whether lying was imperative or a way to dig herself an even bigger hole. Maybe he would let her off the hook. Somehow she managed to get away with a lot of things that she did. Her friends call it "pretty privilege" , "hot girl privilege". The knocking sound on her window alarmed her, she was too deep in thought to notice how close the officer was already. Rolling down the window, she immediately began to apologise. "I am really sorry, officer..." she read the name imprinted on his uniform. "...West. I promise I am not a wreckless driver. It's just, I have a friend in another country who got hijacked at a red light at night time and I just heard about it today, it's driving me crazy. I promise it won't happen again." Even her voice was too brilliant at this. For what reason would people ever believe that she actually was not doing okay? The night she found out about how her ex died, she pretended to never have cared about Matt, or at the very least that she found it hilarious that he received a death penalty from the heavens for cheating on her before she could actually murder him. So they would never believe her if she told them that he was the reason she cried every night. Well...the reason she wanted to cry every night. There was no emotion that her vibrators couldn't fix. "Do you know why I stopped you, before you continue rambling?" The clean shaven, blue eyed, blonde haired, square jawed officer asked, a laugh escaping his lips. Those teeth. He actually looked handsome, and out of fear of having even one thing to stain her perfect driving record, she was only noticing it now. " I thought... I skipped the red light, that is why you were stopping the car?" She questioned, regret almost setting in. Why would she admit fault like that? "oh you did, huh? Then go ahead and step out if the car!" Offuver West hurried her when she started begging. Eventually, she had to step out. "I am just kidding. We are looking out for vehicles of this make and colour. One was reported stolen just two hours ago. I'll just go ahead and check the engine number and a few things. Feel free to relax while I clear you." She was relieved, but her mind was clouded with forbidden thoughts now. Him doing her right then and there. Goodness! She had to get a grip. Watching him bend over to unlock the bonnet, she observed his ass and how properly thick, firm and juicy it was. She had a thing for a nice butt. Always had. "I'll just check the back now." When he spoke to her, her eyes were pasted on his lower regions and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She snapped out of it, but perhaps not quickly enough. He had that smirk on his face and he was eyeing her up and down now. Great! Now he was ruined. Immediately, she felt disgusted by him. Didn't she see a ring on his finger earlier? No? Well he could still have a girlfriend, and here he was. "This is very interesting." His voice teased before he turned around to reveal what he was holding in his hand. "Does this have anything to do with what is on your mind, miss?" He was holding two of her dildos and a pair of panties. Things she had even forgotten she put in her car. "Dammit!" She cussed beneath her breath before rushing to grab them. She failed, as he held them over his head. "Give them back to me!" She was shouting, but he found it hilarious. "Where did you even get those?" She asked as she was trying hard to reach them. Her 5'3 frame was no match for him. He was clearly no shorter than 6'3 and she was being too ambitious to think she could actually grab them from that height. Suddenly, with her concentration deep on her personal items, she felt a kiss on her lips and a hand reaching for her breast. "What?!" she could not believe it. "I will make this very easy for you. You don't want any penalties for crossing the red light, just let me grab them once." He whispered in her ear. Bewildered could not begin to describe what she was feeling. How was this pervert in law enforcement? "grab what?" She asked, her lips barely moving. Just then, he reached for her breast and Marlene completely lost it. She lost count of the amount of times she had slapped him, by the time she was out of her daze, he was cuffing her hands, proving how shameless he still was as he kept pressing them against her butt to cop a feel himself. "You will be spending the night in a cell, just so you know, sweetie. I hate girls like you. Teasing and teasing until we actually give you what you want want, then you show your claws." He was pushing her towards his police car when a white SUV suddenly blinded them with lights. The owner of the car drove so close to them, he could have hit her had he been less precise with when to hit the breaks. " What's up, Will?" A deep voice came from the tall silhouette that she could barely focus on because of the blinding lights. "What's this? Why are you arresting her?" He asked the Offuver and immediately he could not speak clearly. "She.. She... She was refusing to cooperate, I mean. These bitches are-" "Let her go!" The tall silhouette interjected before he could even finish speaking. When he walked towards them, she calculated his height. He was definitely taller than Officer West. 6'5 maybe? His cologne filled up her nostrils as he walked past him and soon she felt the cuffs coming off her wrists. She rubs her wrists before turning around to thank whoever he was. Maybe the officer's boss? It couldn't be. His car was worth an amount she could not even dream of having.. So who was he? When she finally laid her eyes on him, she could not believe what she was seeing. His bright green eyes were piercing through the bright headlights and the stubble on his beautifully aged face added to his attractive, sharp and defined jawline. His lips looked moist and just the perfect size for his handsome face. His forehead lines revealed themselves as he arched his eyebrows while observing her and like everything was playing in slow motion, a stand of his combed back black hair fell over his forehead as he leaned to get a closer look at her. What was she doing? She was in one of her dazes again. "You should go. I will handle this." His word was immediately honoured by the perverted officer. He was gone within seconds. "Umm... Thank you." She could barely get that out. Her heart was pounding against her chest and she felt like squealing. Her hands balled into fists at her sides to suppress her excitement. Was she dreaming? "Your back tyre is flat. Let me take you home." She was barely concentrating on his words. Now she was observing his body. He was wearing a three piece navy coloured suit. He looked like a man that could handle business and fix just about anything. Heck, he just stopped a creep from arresting her for no good. His arms, his entire body was clearly proper defined and mascular beneath his clothes. Every movement he made highlighted his physique even through his layers. He was clearly older than her, but maybe not much older? She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts. What on earth was she doing? "My.. My, what ?" She finally pulled herself together as she swallowed hard. Maintaining eye contact with him was incredibly hard. "Get everything you need from your car. I will call my towing company for you. Let me take you home." His suggestion sounded bizarre. She knew better than to climb into a car with a stranger. "Your towing company? I have insurance, I will figure it out." She declined, looking behind him to confirm what he was saying. Her tyre indeed was flat. How? "That will take centuries. Get your things and I will make the call right now." His voice was so commanding. Why on earth did she already feel like doing exactly as he asked? No. She is not stupid.. She could not behave like a stupid girl then. She searched inside her car and took her purse and phone before searching through her contacts. "I told you not to call your insurance. I already made the call, someone will be here soon. Come with me." His deep voice sent chills down her back with every word. She was frozen in place. "Right, I'm a stranger. I won't be anymore. You can look me up if you don't buy this." He handed her a business card and with squinted eyes, she quickly read his name. "Michael Hannes." Further observation made it clear that he is a CEO for a group of companies. She quickly took her phone and looked him up, just typed his name and searched through the photos. He was legit. Now she was even more confused. What was he doing with a woman like her, in the middle of the road, fighting for her and offering her a ride home? "Are you one of those types that think your power can-" before she could complete her question and prove that despite her attraction to him, she was no gullible turkey, he interjected. "It was a generous offer, after all. I will get going since you do not want my help." Instantly, he turned around and walked towards his car. He was not even turning around to hear if she changes her mind. She had to be insane, but something was telling her that she could not let him leave right now. "Wait!" she shouted and he only stopped walking, still not turning around. She quickly locked her car and ran towards him. "I will go with you." She could not believe that she was the one saying this. As a criminal defense attorney, she had dealt with many cases like this. A stupid girl believing a stupid freak and ending up hurt. But why couldn't she let him go? Since he was not saying anything and just looking at her, she opened his passenger door and stepped in. "Address." He demanded as keyed the ignition and locked all doors. She gasped as the sound startled her. "Ummm..." Somehow she had even forgotten where she lives. She checked her phone and the first thing she noticed was a message from her mother. "I am here with Ruby. When are you getting home?" Oh no. Her mother had done it again. Showing up unannounced at her house, with her seventeen year old sister. She could not deal with them at all. Despite loving her family, being around them was like having to sit on a cactus and smile for hours. Tonight was not the night. "Address." Michael insisted again and she only sighed, letting her phone drop to the floor. "I don't think I can go home" she breathed out before covering her face with her palms. "Then why are you in my car?what am I supposed to do with you? Take you to my house?" He asked, sounding more serious than as sarcastic as she immediately assumed he was being. He quickly turned to him and as their eyes locked for far longer than she thought she could manage, the sound of the engine roaring was amplified. Everything else was silent. Her eyes darted to his lips and back to his eyes before she swallowed hard. "Yes." She expected him to burst out laughing or kick her out of his car. He did not look like a man that loved to joke around, but instead, he surprised her. He unstrapped his seat belt and slowly leaned towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her core was tightening and quickly, she felt liquid seeping from her p***y. Her clit was throbbing and her lungs were starved of air. All it took was a few seconds of him leaning towards her to drive her that crazy. She clawed on the leather seat at the sides and her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. His face was so close to hers that she could have kissed him if she just pursed her lips. Her toes were curling inside her heels as he placed a hand on her chest, right below her collarbone. He adjusted it so his palm was flat and he pushed her till her back hit the backrest of her seat. A tiny moan escaped her lips when she crashed into the chair and before she could question him, he reached for her seat belt and strapped it around her. As he locked it in, she was just staring at him. His facial expression. Did he just reject her? And yes, it counted as a rejection. There was clearly a moment there, passionate and heated moment and he just shoved her like that. Rejection! "If you insist." He finally said before he began driving. It took a while to collect herself and feel normal again. She wanted to scream. How dare he make her feel like that and think he can just dismiss things so easily? "Insist on what?" Her voice was more harsh than she intended as she crossed her arms over her chest. She could have been in her apartment by now had she just ignored that Damm officer. She could have been clawing at her sheets as she rubbed circles over her clit and f****d her aching v****a with her favourite curved dildo. And now all he could do was tease her. "Going to my house. I'll take you there." Marlene's neck cracked as she quickly turned to her side to face him. He was joking, right?