You are the Boss, Daddy

Six

06: Too many questions

Two hours. That's how long she had been stuck here in this rundown jail. As much as criminal defense seemed to be what suited her most as far as the law division was concerned, it drove her crazy most days.

The look in that man's eyes was telling her that he did it. He poisoned his wife because he had fallen in love with some other woman. These were the kinds of cases that disgusted her the most, and yet she had to endure it and do her best to let him walk. Sometimes she wishes she took the chance to switch to being a divorse attorney instead, but the opportunity was presented to her before her grand betrayal. At that time, she could not imagine herself really advocating for a relationship to end. She didn't get it, but now she gets it too well.

With new clients, she wanted to appear as skilled as possible, especially since she belonged to a very prestigious, high class firm and her clients were rich enough to walk whenever they wished to. It had not happened yet, but she was losing her patience with this one.

Typical rich man thinking he can buy himself out of everything, and it was her job to make sure it does happen.

"Alright, Mr Jensen, I will contact you with good news soon." She smiled at him before she walked out and let her smile drop immediately. She was done for, and definitely feeling sick to her stomach.

Great! Now she had Matt on her mind again. Not long before she met that Mr Jensen, she was praising herself for forgetting about Matt, not thinking about him for even two hours was worthy of praise, he was even in her dreams for crying out loud.

Instead of praising herself, she quickly realised that it was him that she had to be praising.

Michael. She had her car, thanks to him, but she had made a mistake by leaving her things behind. It had to be something that relieved her of her solo missions just once, but now the thought of returning to him was daunting, yet thrilling.

She bit her lip as she started her car and drove off.

To his house! It had to be straight to his house. If she thought of changing and stopping by her apartment, it would prove her greatest fear correct; the fact that she was getting too attached to him and the idea of him

How could she not? He made her feel things she never imagined were possible. Everytime she closed her eye all day, she thought of him and what he did to her. She saw his handsome face and green piercing eyes looking right into hers as he sucked his fingers clean, eating her arousal fluid like it was the last thing he would ever have in this life.

Was it illegal for a girl to reminisce and yearn for that exciting adventure again.

Yes, actually. She told herself that, and yet she still broke the rule.

What about him was so unforgettable?

She asked herself several times too but quickly had to change that question.

What about him was forgettable?

Nothing. His aura, his s*x appeal, it was just calling for her to go wild. There was so much to him as it seemed and it was so well hidden that a good judge of character like her felt uncomfortable knowing that she had not seen right through all his layers yet.

"Mental list. Underwear, bra, purse. Oh I'm such a mess!" She exhaled before taking what would be the second to last turn before she made it to his house.

Was it too late to go back? Was there one thing in there that was not replaceable?

Her ID, her credit cards. Those could all be replaced, right?

But she could not leave her underwear there. What about her dignity? Each time she thought of turning around and heading to her apartment, her mind was directed to the sensation between her legs and the memories in her mind became clearer. There was no avoiding that he was good at getting her all hot and bothered, but why couldn't she trust herself to reject him if he came at her?

Rigjt, she couldn't even trust herself to keep her hands to herself, not make any moves on him.

She ignored all her urges to look him up all day, afraid of what she might uncover. A wife, children. That would make her the kind of woman she hates most. She would be like her former best friend, Lola and how disgusted of herself she would be.

As she pulled into the driveway, she had to take a breather and calm herself down.

She would only be there for a minute, maximum three while she makes sure she never has to return, so what was the big deal?

She pulled the visor down and stared at her reflection, applying her light pink gloss before she willed herself to leave the car without permitting another excuse.

She walked all the way to the door and reached to ring the bell, but the door opened in front of her before she could.

Her words got caught in her throat immediately when she laid eyes on him.

It was meant to be a simple "Hi", but instead, she found herself gawking at him. His green eyes were brighter with the evening setting sun shining on his face. His hair now appeared to be a darker brown as opposed to the black she perceived it to be earlier, and he was just... More handsome. So inviting.

She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, and ride that beautiful face.

"Are you going to come in?" His question made her lose her train of thoughts and she smiled sheepishly.

"Yes. How else will I get my things?" She cleared her throat before she walked into the house. The sound of her heels on the ceramic floorinh echoed through the house and soon, the bang of the door being shut followed.

"where are they? I thought everything would be packed somewhere so I can just take them with me." She reluctantly said without turning to face him.

"Are you serious?"

His question caught her by surprise, but before she could turn to face him, she felt his palm grip her arm and forcibly pull her backwards till she slammed into the door with her back.

"Michael! What are you doing?" Her eyes searched his and all she saw was darkness. No other word to describe it. Just darkness and rage.

"You have been walking around dressed like that all day?" He questioned and Marlene flinched at those last two words before she tried to move.

He kept her there though, her struggling to free herself proved futile at every attempt.

Why was he acting this way?

" Let go of me!" she squeaked, her voice failing her at the end.

He knew it. Taking his eyes off her was always dangerous, always a mistake. For once, he wanted to let himself miss her, but now he could never. Taking his eyes off her was clearly a mistake.

When he saw desperation in his eyes, his rage faded. All the thoughts of what men she encountered must have been thinking upon seeing her subsided too. It was annoying enough that she was so strikingly beautiful. Now she was wearing those tight pants and even an i***t would see that she had no bra underneath.

When he loosened his grip, he dropped a kiss on her forehead, which took her by surprise. He could not stop surprising her. One minute he looked psychopathic and the next he had this smile on his face and he was kissing her?

"My things." She said, digging into the inside pocket of her blazer.

"This is yours. Tell me where my things are so we can end this right here." Marlene was in a rush now. Her heart was beating so fast when she looked into his eyes earlier. She had to leave as soon as possible before the next surprise leaves her injured or dead.

Much to her annoyance, she was feeling emotional. Another disappointment, she thought to herself. She hated disappointments, and everytime she let her mind wander off and begin to fantasize, she would get disappointed.

This was no different.

"Are you angry?" He asked before reaching for her. Immediately, she shrugged his hand off her shoulder and looked around.

"Scared?" He tried again, then she walked away.

"I will search the bedroom first." She declared before walking in that direction. It seemed so stupid. She had dark thoughts about who he could be and yet she was walking deeper into his house.

"You should know. I would never hurt you. I am a very direct man, so I will tell you what just happened." He started, making her freeze once she entered the bedroom.

"No need. We won't be seeing each other again." She forced herself to say. A past of her heart was aching, and she just wanted to get back into her car and rush home so she could bawl her eyes out.

"That can't be." He was saying so more to himself, but he was loud enough for her to hear.

"Then what happened? Tell me if it will make you sleep better at night." She challenged him, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched his every move. His face was masking everything again.. He had such a hard to read face and it alway worked against her.

" Did you see how good you look? How should I be okay with another man being able to see you like that? I won't beat around the bush. I won't let you go, Marlene. Not just because my c**k has never felt warmer that it did last night when I was inside you, not because my balls ached all the day at the thought of you, not because you have been the only thing on my mind since I laid eyes on you yesterday, but for a reason far too complex for you to understand. It will be impossible for me to let you go." he iterated everything to her like he was telling her facts, or giving her a forecast of her future.

His words lingered in her mind and she couldn't help but think....

Me too. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you or what you did to me last night. I am still sore but I still want you to pound me again. Those were at the forefront.

But more importantly, how did he know her name? Now that she was thinking about it, he called her by her name so many times last night and she was so high on the ecstacy that his d**k was providing that she could not give it any thought.

But for sure, he called her by her name and knew exactly where she worked.

How?

"So darling, if I ever scare you like that again, just slap me in the face and help me get back to my senses." He uttered slowly, with a smirk on his face.

Marlene's emotions were all over the place, she could not even pin point one emotion to blame her sudden rage on.

Without thinking, she raised her hand and struck him once on the face, hard too.

"How did you know my name last night? How did you automatically know where I work?" She questioned before she began to regret what she had just done immediately. He was not moving. His head was still tilted like it was after she slapped him and the only thing she could see, was his jaw clenching and his hands curling into fists.