His Desire

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

I watch them closely. Not that they notice. Angelica avoids eye contact with my father and me, which is odd. She’s usually cheerful, but now her eyes and mood are downcast. The weirdest thing is that my father's typically severe and boring exterior is replaced by a jolly mood of a man 30 years his junior. If I didn’t know better, I’d say the world is upside down.

I know my father must have had a young, vibrant thing in bed to get that energy and cheery attitude. He is young enough in body to keep up. I know He’d never take Angelica to bed, even with the looks he has on her this morning. Angelica is too boring for my old man, and she is just too much of a doormat to do anything that wild. Everyone knows my father loves them, young, not in a disturbing way. Just young for his advanced age, he prefers them to be between 30 and 40 years old. Mature and young.

I am not worried; she wouldn’t do anything, and my father sees her as his daughter, whom he has always wanted.

Angelica rushed out of the elevator, like she wanted to get away. I follow my father out and I see her walking quickly. He slightly tilted his head and watched intensely. That is f*****g weird. I walk behind him, watching him ogle my girl until she’s gone from his sight. Then he walks to his office, and he doesn’t say a word to me.

I walk to my office, stop, and look at Angelica. She is sitting at her desk organizing some files, and she doesn’t look at me. Who knows, women can hold the weirdest grudges. I guess she’s mad about last night. I put that s**t out of my mind, I focus on the work at hand. I start with my emails and the pile of mail on my desk. I quickly forget about Angelica and keep working and reading agreements, contracts, and requests. A light knock on my closed door draws my attention. I annoyingly say, “Enter…”

“Hey, Brian, do you want something from the café? I am going to get myself a coffee.”

“No, I don’t want anything. You can ask my father if he wants something.”

I then realized how uncomfortable she was earlier. I want to laugh, but it dawned on me. Was it me she was so uncomfortable with, or my father? That’s a f*****g good question. My father is a saint with her, so it's hard to believe it would be him. I guess she is still mad I f****d her when she slept.

“Alright, I will be back soon.”

She only looked at me for a short moment, and even if it wasn’t her intention, she made me feel guilty.

Damn, how dare she?

I imagine Mandy, damn, I want to see that face again. I want to feel her cunt hugging my d**k like a vice. That’s the problem, I don’t know if she has a tight cunt perfect hit for me or if it’s a stretched out, well f****d. I like them tight. Skinny bodies, tight cunt, that's how I like to get off. I don’t want a curvy body on a woman or big breasts, no real man can enjoy melons to hold as they see them shake as you f**k their cunt. Now, Amanda is the perfect size everywhere. What is left to inspect is her willing cunt. f**k, I’m getting hard as wood. I can’t wait to end my day at work so I can visit her. I need to get her number and address. I guess it's going to the club again today. She better be there.

My office door flung open, I was about to bark at whomever it was, then I saw it was my father standing there. What the hell have I done wrong now? He looked like a storm cloud.

“Brian, why is the contract not done and in my office for me to sign. I told you 11 am was the deadline for those three.”

“Yeah, yeah, Angelica was lazy getting them to me.”

“screw that, you know it’s not her. She is well organized and is doing a great job.”

“Maybe I forgot…”

He walks up to my desk, goes through my things, and finds the last one in a pile I haven’t gotten to. He takes them and then looks at me with disappointment. I hear under his breath how he grumbles, ‘Maybe I should make Angelica my secretary.’

“Maybe you should, she’s moody as f**k today.”

He grunts and leaves my office.