Fear the Boss(17)

He had blood on his hands, a lot of blood. In his fighting days he’d killed men for fun, and now he killed men to send a message. Drugs, women, all of that was all on him, and no one was ever going to change him, not even Donna. Henry’s fear was misguided.

Running a finger along his lip, he recalled the sweet taste of her cunt. He’d never tasted a woman in his life. The women he fucked were not the kind he wanted to taste with his mouth.

Would she be brave enough to come to him today?

The anticipation was driving him insane. He’d wait all day if he had to just to get what he wanted.

He didn’t know what would come after he fucked her. Most of the time, he lost all interest in the women he fucked after he’d taken them.

“Can I help you, sir?” the waitress asked, smiling at him. Her chest was thrust out, inviting him in.

“No!”

Drumming his fingers on the table he waited for the woman he really wanted. She had to come. The disappointment he saw in Donna’s eyes when he’d walked away told him he was making the right choice.

Donna needed to come to him before he went back to her. She’d been scared of him, terrified, yet she’d wanted him. Her cunt had been soaking wet, begging for his cock.

One taste of her might not even be enough for him.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked up as the doorbell chimed.

Donna stood there, looking as nervous as she had the night before last. When she saw him, her cheeks went a beautiful shade of red.

Come on, baby, be strong.

Bowing her head, she walked toward him, pulling out a seat and sitting down. She removed her jacket to reveal a simple white shirt over her jeans. She clasped her hands together and looked at him. “I’m here.”

“You’re here.” He took a longer sip of his coffee, looking at her over the rim of his glass.

“You didn’t give me a time, and I didn’t know if I was going to turn up.” She licked her lips, glancing left and right.

He signaled to the waitress, who came immediately.

His cock hardened at the sight of Donna. Part of him couldn’t believe she’d come, but then another part knew how he was going to spend the day with her. This was not going to be a long courtship. The curiosity in her eyes told him that.

When a coffee was placed in front of her, he leaned on the table.

“You turned up. So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, lifting her cup to her lips. “I was hoping you’d tell me.”

Caleb smiled. “Well, we can either take this slowly or we can go fast.”

“What do you mean?”

“You liked what I did to you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you want to feel that way again?”

She tucked some hair behind her ear. “Yes.” Her word was a small whisper.

“I didn’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up.”

“Yes, I want more of what you did Friday night.”

“I’m not a forever kind of guy. If we’re doing this then we’re doing it my way.” He reached over taking her hand. “I’m never going to love you. Don’t expect me to love you or to settle down with kids. I also expect you to get on birth control. I’ll wear a rubber the first couple of times, but then I’m going to expect you to take care of protection.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued on before giving her chance to speak. “There will be no other men for you. We do this then you’re mine, and I won’t allow scraps that other men leave behind.”#p#分页标题#e#

She opened her mouth and then closed her lips. “This was in fact a mistake.”

He held her hand as she made to get up. “You’re not leaving.”

“Yes, I am. You’re a pig. A sexist, horrid pig. I can’t believe I was looking forward to seeing you again. You’re horrid and disgusting.”

“But you came because you wanted me.”

“No, I wanted the man who was with me Friday night, not this. First, you can wear a rubber. I’ve tried birth control, and it messed with my body. I was sick, and I can’t be on it. Second, how dare you tell me this when you’ve slept with no end of women? I’ve never been with anyone, and yet you want me to allow your diseased penis inside my body? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She tugged out of his hold and stood. “This was a mistake.” He watched as she threw a bill down on the table. “Forget I ever came here.”

He should just let her walk out of the café, but he couldn’t. Throwing more bills onto the table, he rushed out to follow her. She was heading in the direction of her apartment. Grabbing her arm, he pulled her down an alleyway that was clear.