Hooker(70)

‘Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?’ she asks with a dash of hopefulness in her voice. The old Brock Weston would’ve had her on her knees and under the desk in a heartbeat, but all that’s changed. I’ve changed. Wonders will never cease. I’m committed to one woman, and couldn’t be happier.

My phone chimes and I pull it out of my pocket as Natalie leaves. I smile when I see a message from Jade.

Jade: This man is following me everywhere! EVERYWHERE!!!

I chuckle. That’s exactly what I asked him to do.

Brock: He’s just doing his job sweetheart.

Jade: Well, it’s driving me crazy. The only place I can be alone is in the bathroom. I’m surprised he didn’t follow me in here as well. I bet you anything he’s waiting outside the door. I’ve been hiding in here for an hour. I’m playing Candy Crush on my phone. FYI, I hate Candy Crush. I suck at it. Stupid candy.

I laugh out loud at her reply. She’s so adorable.

Brock: I’d give anything to be locked in there with you right now. The things I’d do to you …

Jesus, just thinking about it is giving me a hard-on.

Jade: I wish you were in here with me too. Tease!!!

Brock: I’ll make it up to you when I get home. I promise. I’ll bend you over the bathtub and have my way with you. I’ve been thinking about your heavenly pussy all day.

I groan to myself. Now my dick is so hard it’s straining against my pants.

Jade: Oh God. Now I’m thinking of you doing exactly that. Can you come home for a quickie? Having you here would be so much better than playing this damn game. It’s giving me high blood pressure.

I laugh out loud again, adjusting my aching cock at the same time. This woman is going to be the death of me. As I go to type my response, the phone chimes again.

Jade: OMG! He just knocked on the door to check I was still in here. Where did you find this guy … the Gestapo???

Brock: I wish I could come home, but I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Be patient with him. He’s only doing what I asked him to do, and that’s keep you safe. I need to know you’re going to be okay when I’m not there to look after you.

Jade: I know, and I appreciate that. I just miss you. x

Brock: I miss you too, sweetheart. x

It’s official, I’m pathetic. I do fucking miss her though.



As busy as I am, the day seems to drag on forever. I’m desperate to get back to my girl. Going home to that big house was never something I looked forward to in the past. Having her waiting for me has changed that.

Jade texts me constantly throughout the day. She has me in fits of laughter at one stage; I can tell she’s bored out of her mind. I hate that she’s cooped up in the house all day. I’m going to have to find something stimulating for her to do until this mess with M blows over.

As much as she says she hates it, I think she’s becoming addicted to Candy Crush. She rings me, at one stage, squealing because she’s gotten past a hard level she’d be stuck on for over an hour. ‘Woo hoo! I kick level forty-seven’s sweet little candy arse,’ are her exact words.

Amy buzzes me as I’m getting ready to leave, to say Natalie wants to speak with me. When she’s seated in my office, she leans forwards, passing me a thick manila folder.

‘I’m guessing you found something,’ I say, opening it.

‘I did. I went back over the accounts for the past ten years, but when her name kept popping up so frequently, I dug a little further. She’s been on the company payroll for the last eighteen years. Until today, I’d never heard of her. Who is this woman?’

‘A friend of my father’s.’ I’m not getting into the technicalities of the situation with my staff.

‘A very wealthy friend,’ she retorts. ‘In the past eighteen years, she’s been paid close to ten million dollars.’

‘She fucking what?’ I seethe as I flick through the paperwork in front of me. There was an initial payment of one million dollars, then they ranged anywhere from five to ten thousand dollars a week. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out exactly what those payments were for, especially given my father’s history. My blood boils at the thought of him paying so much for his whores, and with company funds, no less. My poor mother. Maybe it’s time I let her know just how despicably low her husband is.

After thanking Natalie for the information, I ask her to keep this between us. I know I can trust her. I’m a lot more easy-going than my father and I have a good rapport with my staff. Maxwell has a reputation of being a tyrant around here.

My good mood has vanished. I travel down in the lift to the underground carpark where my driver is waiting. I can’t believe my father’s spent so much money on sex over the years. I need to plan my attack carefully, but I won’t be letting this go.