His Desire

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

It’s early, and the sun is rising; morning daylight is shining through the large windows. I was confused about my surroundings and felt every muscle in my body aching. I am lying on my side with strong male arms holding me in place as if I would run away. I can’t remember Brian having this many muscles. It hits me like a truck! I had s*x with my father-in-law! Well, basically, father-in-law. After fleeing from the penthouse, I ended up here. s**t, now I recall it all like a slap in the face. Everything gets back to me: drunk, kissing him, wanting Thomas, and begging him to make love to me. Oh my god, and he gave me the best s*x I have ever had. God, it means it's his arms and his private parts poking at me. Wait! I am horrified. No, it’s not poking; he's still in me after the second round. We woke up sometime after we fell asleep, still drunk, and he gave me the most incredible s*x I've ever experienced. The first time, in our drunkenness, we were rushed, full of passion and love. The second was fantastic, love, heat, and passion in one dirty and pleasurable mix. But it’s Thomas Sullivan, my future father-in-law, who is double my age. God, what have I done?!

His horse morning voice is a turn-on, and he can feel how I squeezed his d**k in my p***y when he starts to talk. “Good morning, Cupcake.”

I feel so much shame. How could I have done this? I can never let this happen again, or for Brian or anyone to know. I scoot forward slightly, so there's a bit wet pop sound, and his d**k left me feeling empty, like something is missing that I need in me. As his d**k slid out of my p***y I felt every ridge, ball, and metal rod. It made me shiver with desire. His naughty piercings were a hell of a surprise, but Jesus Christ, I never had as much pleasure as he gave me. There can never be a repeat. s**t, I didn’t respond. I turn, and he is grinning. Damn, he knows what that did to me. “Good morning, Mr. Sullivan,” I say, blushing. He laughed uncontrollably. “That f*****g sounded too formal after I have been making love to you all night throughout with only moments of sleep between each time.”

“Don’t say that. It’s true, but please don’t say it. No one can know what we did.”

“Yes, you are right about that, angel cake. I know I should regret having s*x with my son’s girlfriend, who’s almost 30 years younger than me, but I don’t. I loved every moment of it. Now let's get ready to get to work. Angelica, remember no one can know, and when you leave my house, I am your boss and future father-in-law, nothing else.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

We showered together, and it felt like we’d been lovers forever. He shows love and kindness in a way Brian never did. My heart is aching for Brian to give me all the things his father does. I am trying to get my hair done so it doesn’t look like bed hair after a rough night. I look in the mirror, and I look respectable. Like I always do when I go to work. Thomas found some of my clothes that I left ages ago when Brian and I spent a few nights here for a party. No one should be suspicious except Brian. He has been texting me nonstop this morning. I sent a quick text to Austin. ‘Hey, cover for me. I can’t let Brian know where I have been last night.’

‘Done, at 4.30 this morning. He called screaming like the asshole he is. I told him to calm his ass and treat you better besides saying you spent the night with me and Bri.’ Thank god for my brother and sister; they always protect me.

‘Thank you, you are the best brother ever. Warn Briana too if he calls her.’

‘Done. Hey, it means I don’t have to get you a birthday present next week, right?’

‘Asshole’

Thomas was watching over my shoulder and saw the text from my brother. He kissed the nape of my neck and softly said,

“I like that cooky brother of yours.” The vibrations and air from his warm breath as we spoke made me shiver as I quietly groaned.

“He is something alright.”

“Cupcake, let me hold you one last time before you leave.” I couldn’t let the words out, what I wanted to say. I nod. He embraces me. I feel loved in his arms. As he lets me go, he has an odd look in his eyes, something I can’t figure out. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. “I will see you later.” He said that with so much emotion, maybe it was longing. I don’t have time to analyze.

I opened the front door and stepped out, and before I shut it, we were frozen in place. It felt like minutes, but it was only seconds. Our gazes were locked onto each other's. What I saw in his face mirrored my feelings. Feelings that we couldn’t entertain.

I strolled to my car, took my seat behind the wheel, and let a deep breath out. Hours ago, I stared at his house, but this time it was completely different. He looks back at me through the window, and he turns his back to me and disappears from view. My heart feels broken. I start the car and drive away.

I pull up to the company parking lot. Not far from where I usually park, Brian is leaning against his car. He doesn’t look happy. I take a look in the rearview mirror to check if I look okay. My emotions are all over the place, and my heart feels torn. The outside of me seems, as always, no matter what journey I have done over the last 24 hours. I try to feel calm and collected as I step out of the car and walk towards Brian. The truth is, I feel fear. Not because of where I spent the night, but facing Brian after what he did.

He waves and sounds happy when he shouts, “Good morning, Sweetie!”

With a little tremble in my voice, I said, “Good morning, Brian.”

He tried to take my hand, and I pulled away. He looked angry, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. And I hear why. Behind me, a male voice sounds chipper, “Good morning! So nice to see both of you. I hope you had a great night's rest. I sure have.”

I want to laugh at Thomas. Great night's rest. I can't argue with a great night, a magical even, but not rest.

“Aren’t you too chipper this morning. What trollop warmed your bed to make you happy? I know Jelena is away, so it’s not her. Besides, she doesn’t warm your bed.”

I am mortified by Brian's words to his father and by Thomas getting this from his son.

“You know better, son. I am not one for hussies. Can’t I have a good mood because I slept like a baby?”

He glanced at me swiftly and knowingly.

“Whatever. I still say you had a cheap woman in your bed. Let's get to work so you can work me like a slave as you always do.”

We walk in silence together, ride the elevator to our floor, and before going our separate ways, I feel his gaze on me. I don’t dare to look at him. The slightest thing would tip Brian off.