This shit has to stop.
I’ve calmed down somewhat by the time I arrive home. Well, not really, I’m fucking furious with my father. Everything in me wants to call my mother and tell her, but at the same time I don’t want to hurt her. I’m not even sure if she’s aware this has been going on. Maybe that’s why I’ve never told her about the things I witnessed when I was growing up.
My father used me as a ruse for years. He’d take me everywhere with him so my mother wouldn’t get suspicious of him leaving the house so often. We’d always end up at the same hotel. He’d sit me in front of the television, surrounded by junk food, before disappearing into one of the bedrooms with one of his whores. If I asked questions, he’d always say it was a topsecret meeting, or secret spy stuff, which, as a kid, I thought was super cool. As I got older though, I soon realised it was all a lie.
Growing up, my dad was my hero. I wanted to be exactly like him. That’s until I found out he was a lying, cheating snake, and then I wanted to be nothing like him. Over the years my hate for him grew. I hated him for his dishonesty, but more than anything I hated him for having such disregard for my mother, their marriage and our family as a whole.
I sit in the back of the limo and take a few deep breaths before I exit. I don’t want to be in a bad mood around Jade. I’ve been dying to come home to her all day, and I hate that my father has put a dampener on that. One day karma will come back to bite him on the arse for all of his past indiscretions. I only hope I’m around to see him get his comeuppance.
After placing my briefcase in my office, I head to the gym. I can hear loud music pumping through the walls so I know that’s where she is. I find Brad leaning against the door frame watching her when I round the corner. It makes my already high blood pressure spike. I’m not paying him to perve on my girl, fucker.
When I’m standing behind him, I clear my throat. He immediately spins around to face me.
‘Are you right there?’ I ask, raising my eyebrow in annoyance. The venom in my voice is obvious.
‘Sorry, boss,’ he mumbles, bowing his head. He’s lucky I don’t knock him the fuck out.
‘You can go now.’
‘Do you want me back here in the morning?’
‘I’ll let you know. I may have a change of plans.’ If he wasn’t the best man for the job, I’d say hell fucking no, but the fact is, I know he could look after her in any situation that may arise. That’s my main priority right now.
I growl when he takes one more look at Jade over his shoulder. I can’t believe how protective I feel towards her.
‘Damn,’ he says shaking his head. ‘You’re one lucky bastard.’
‘You know where the door is.’ I trust this man with my life. He’s been working for my company for years. I know he’d never do anything inappropriate where Jade’s concerned, but I’m not comfortable with him admiring her either. She’s for my eyes only.
The moment he’s out of sight, I turn to her. She’s so engrossed in working out, she’s oblivious to what just went on. She looks so fine in those tiny gym shorts. No wonder Brad couldn’t keep his eyes off her. I stand there for a moment, drinking her in. She’s doing squats and holding her arms out, weights clutched in both hands. I hate to interrupt her workout, but I have something else in mind for her.
I’m a few metres away before she even notices me approach and her face lights up as soon as she sees me. The sight hits me straight in the chest. Placing the weights on the floor, she launches herself into my arms.
‘I missed you today,’ she says as her lips meet mine. God, I missed her too. As much as I hated being away from her, I could get used to coming home to a greeting like this every day.
I pull her legs up until they’re wrapped around my waist and walk towards the door.
‘Where are you taking me? I haven’t finished my workout.’
‘I have a better workout in mind. I believe we have a date in the bathroom. You bent over the bath and me buried balls deep inside you.’
‘Oh that sounds amazing,’ she says, nipping at my neck.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
JADE
I’m sprawled out on top of Brock in satisfied bliss. After he bent me over the bathtub as promised, he filled the tub with warm water and bubbles and we both climbed in.
‘I can’t believe in the six years I’ve lived in this house, I’ve never taken a bath,’ he says.
‘I love soaking in a warm bath. This is the first time I’ve ever shared one though.’
‘We should do this more often, it’s nice.’