“Oh you think so do you.” Before I knew what he was going to do, another dress was torn and I was lying flat on my back with one of his knees between my spread thighs.
He fought with his zipper and released the monster. And before I could say yeah or nay I felt him there. Right where I missed him most, where I never thought he’d be again.
I was so happy, it didn’t matter that my body was nowhere near ready to take all of him, but that changed when he ripped my bra and pulled my nipple into his mouth.
By the time he thrust into my body the fifth or sixth time, I was ready to explode. I forgot about his mom, my dad, and everything else outside the moving car as he awakened me once more, the way only he knows how.
He wasn’t being gentle this time either and I wondered how often I could piss him off in the future just so he would take me this way. Oh yeah, I see a lot of misbehaving in my future.
“You’re not going anywhere, you’re not leaving me. You’re the first woman I ever took home to my mother and even though she mucked that up, that doesn’t change the reasoning behind it.”
“When a man invites you into his home, into his bed, and makes room for you in his bathroom you don’t repay him by sending him shit like that, you little coward.”
How was he still talking? I had no breath left to even whimper. He was still hard and full inside me with no sign of letting up anytime soon. I thought it best to err on the side of caution since the look in his eyes said he was two seconds away from wringing my neck.
“Say something damn you.”
“What do you want me to say? I thought I was giving you what you wanted.”
“I didn’t ask you little fool.” There was something warm and dangerous unfurling in my tummy because of the look in his eyes.
I didn’t get the chance to decipher just what that may be because he chose that moment to lower his head and take my lips while between my thighs became a raging inferno of lust. Dare I trust that look? Dare I let myself believe?
Whether I believed or not, he took me back to his place. We got there just minutes after he came inside me. After he had to cover me with the jacket of his expensive suit once again.
I thought we were going to talk like adults, but instead I found myself being locked in his bedroom. He took my clothes, he really took my clothes and my purse, leaving me with just my phone.
“Call your dad, let him know you’re okay.” He slammed the door and locked it. I heard voices and guessed he was giving instructions to the chef who was the only other person in the penthouse when we showed up.
What a chameleon. He gave no hint that he was going to do this. Not even when he pulled out of me once we were done in the backseat of the limo. And not when he covered me with his jacket and walked me into his private elevator.
He hadn’t even mentioned anything at all when he walked me into the penthouse. In fact I was beginning to think he was already over his mad, and now this.
I didn’t waste my time pounding on the door. I needed to talk to dad in the worst way. I’m sure I heard him call Jonas by name, but I hadn’t told him anything about us.
“Dad, what’s going on?” He answered on the first ring like he’d been expecting my call.
“Oh, you finally pieced it together huh.”
“Dad, start talking. How did you know I was seeing Jonas?”
“Did you really think I’d let you run amok in this filthy city without keeping tabs on you? Now don’t go getting upset, I wasn’t invasive.” I bet.
“I just had a few men on you for your dear mother’s peace of mind.”
“Nice try dad. So this has been going on the whole time I’ve been here?”
“They were on the plane with you little dove. Now as to this Jonas person. That damn Wanda has been giving me hell these last few days. Both me and your mother. Apparently she’s got it into her head that you’re in love with that boy.”
Only my dad would call a six foot three man with arms of steel a boy. “Carry on!” I’m going to skin Wanda alive the first chance I get. I had no idea she was even still in contact with my parents except for holidays and birthdays.
“Well, she seems to think that I’m holding you hostage with the company and that the reason you won’t let yourself fall in love with the boy is because I expect you to come back home and run things. Tell me that’s not true little dove, is it?”
“Well, dad…”
“Did you really think that I would sacrifice your happiness so that you could run the company? The company is yours if you want it, but if you don’t, if you’ve decided to go your own way, then I will support you. I just wanted you to know that you have something that’s yours for the taking when the time was right.”
“But, according to Wanda, you’ve been holding back because you don’t want to disappoint me. That’s why in these past almost five years I’ve been keeping up with you business wise and I know that there were times when you balked when you should’ve signed on the dotted line.”
“I didn’t know then that you were doing it because you were worried about my reaction when I learned that you don’t want to run the company.”
“But dad, that company means everything to you. It’s all you ever talked about when I was growing up.”
“Yes, it’s a company I started from scratch with my bare hands. Something like you’re doing here. How could I not be proud of you for following in my footsteps?”
I was already in tears and then he had to go and make me bawl even harder. “All I’ve ever wanted for you my little dove, is for you to be happy. So are you happy?”
Stephanie
I told him about the weekend and what happened when we went to visit Jonas’ home.
“And how did the young man react to this?” I told him some, but not all of Jonas’ reaction, leaving out the more lascivious points of course.
He listened well, the way he always does, before giving his verdict. “I can tell you that when it comes to children, parents have tunnel vision. Just as I wouldn’t be happy with you being with the wrong boy, his mama doesn’t want him to be with the wrong girl. It has nothing to do with what you look like little dove.”
“I’m not sure dad. I’ve done some research since we met and he’s always dated thinner women. I know it’s silly, but most people don’t associate someone my size with that kind of wealth. It’s like they don’t think us big girls deserve to be loved by someone that wealthy.”
“That’s their ignorance and should have no bearing on the decisions you make. If his mother persists in her ways, that’ll only make it better for your mother and I because it would mean us getting all the holidays and the grandbabies wouldn’t have to choose when they come…”
“Whoa-whoa-whoa, dad? We’ve only known each other for two weeks, barely. And you already have us married with children.” I didn’t know what to make of his laugh at the end, or when he told me his guest had arrived and he had to go. What guest?
JONAS
So she’s the heiress to the Sellers corporation. What a small world, and what are the odds? I’ve never met the man, but have studied his work model both in college and in the years since.
The man is a legend in most business circles, and anyone who’s worth their salt in the business world has either learned at his feet or read one of his biographies. He’s also filthy rich, yes as rich as me.
“So she didn’t tell you that she was mine?
“Nope, she gave me some bogus name.”
“It’s her grandmother’s maiden name. She uses it when she’s away from home.”
“Well, since you came to see me I suppose you have something of great import to share?”
“As a matter of fact.” We spent the next hour and a half speaking man to man.
I didn’t even have to think twice when faced with the hard questions. Until I received that damn text message earlier I was well on the way to being the happiest I’d ever been.
I knew that the mere fact that I was willing to go against my mother to keep her was a sign that she was more than just a fling. That she wasn’t going to be as easy to forget as the others.
I hadn’t been thinking marriage exactly but I knew I wanted her with my for a long time. It wasn’t until I saw her with the strange man with his hands on her that I realized how deep my feelings really ran.
I didn’t want anyone else having her, being that close to her. I never wanted anyone else to ever feel her silk walls again.
Now I’m sitting in front of her dad like some eighteenth century gent asking for his lady’s hand in marriage. “You know that my daughter is my only heir. She’s supposed to take over the business when I retire.”
“Is that what she wants?” He didn’t answer, just gave me a look. “How about this? I’ll help her run the business when the time comes and she can continue with her designs, it’s what she likes.”
His smile said that he’d set a trap and I’d passed. But it wasn’t that hard to do. It was obvious that we both loved her and wanted what was best for her.
“I will leave that up to you two then. We’ll work out the particulars when the time comes. If you mistreat her, they won’t find the body I don’t care how much money you have. That’s my little girl.”