Maybe this was my chance to repay her. As much as I didn’t want anything to do with Carter, I knew that I had to suck it up and do this for her. This was as much her situation as it was his, though having that prototype phone did make the stakes a bit lower.
It was hard to figure out what the right thing was. I knew that I wasn’t going to tell on them or anything crazy like that, since being disloyal to my mom seemed like the worst thing imaginable for me to do, but I wasn’t ever going to be happy with having Carter around all the time.
Still, I could get used to staring at his shirtless body, covered in sweat . . .
I climbed out of the pool an hour later, tired from swimming laps, but still surprisingly frustrated.
I toweled off and headed inside. I had a convenient little entrance on the side of my wing that led right up into my living area, and so I didn’t see a single person on my way back. It was almost like I lived in the enormous house all alone.
I headed up the steps and into my apartment, squeezing my hair off into a towel. I tossed it into the little laundry room and headed into my bedroom, not paying much attention to what I was doing, whistling a little song.
Before I could leave and head into the bathroom for a shower, a box caught my eye. I looked at it and stopped in my tracks. On my bed was a gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with a white bow. I slowly walked over to it, not sure what the hell it was doing there.
I picked it up but there was no card. I pulled open the string, removed the bow, and tore open the paper. The box was plain and white. I lifted off the lid, my heart beating fast, and found a card on top of some tissue paper.
I opened it up and read, excitement pooling between my legs. For when you want to call me Daddy. – C
I bit my lip and opened the tissue paper. Inside was black lingerie, a one-piece lacy thing that wouldn’t leave very much to the imagination. I stared at it, totally appalled at his audacity, and almost threw it across the room.
Anger built up inside me. That asshole thought he could just send me lingerie whenever he wanted to. Just because he was rich, didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. I wanted to tear it up and destroy it, but before I let myself give in to that, I noticed something else that I totally overlooked when I first took out the lingerie.
It was a pair of handcuffs.
I stared at them for a second before bursting out in laughter. They were pink and fuzzy, the sort of things you saw in the movies, and couldn’t have been meant for anything but a joke. I laughed and felt the tension completely leave me as I tossed the lingerie back into the box.
As I turned to head into the bathroom, an insane idea hit me. I went and grabbed that prototype phone, scrolling through the apps, and found Snapchat. Sure enough, Carter’s profile was in there, ready for me.
Smiling a huge, devilish smile, I grabbed the lingerie, pulled up Snapchat, and headed into the bathroom.
He wanted to mess with me? Fine, he could mess with me all he wanted. But I wasn’t going to sit back and just take it. I was going to strike back and show that arrogant bastard what I was made of.
8
Carter
It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.
I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.
It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.
There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.
It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man fucks, all she had to do was give in to me.