Prenup signing part 2Jake. I stared at her flushed face, her red lips, her eyes still dark from passion. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, even if she couldn’t admit it yet. Or perhaps shewas holding out until she felt it was most advantageous for her to give in.“That’s fine. But the clause stays in. If you want sex, you get it from your husband.”She swallowed hard, trying to keep her face neutral. “I don’t think I will be wanting any sex in the near future.”I shrugged. “It’s up to you. I don’t have to coerce women into mynbed.”That was the absolute truth. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had turned me down, if there had ever been a time. I didn’t like it now. I liked it even less that my body seemed to have some sort offixation on a woman who wasn’t fixated on me. It must be the novelty of it. It was unusual for me to have to pursue a woman. They came to me frequently and easily. If I didn’t end up in bed with Lila it would be easy enough to find someone else, s
Chapter Ten. Jake. I finished with the last item of work on my agenda and turned to my file cabinet, placing the last document on my desk into its appropriate spot.Then I put my elbows on the desk and leaned forward, staring at the newspaper on the shining surface.I had studied the news story again when I had come back into my office.A scathing piece on how the impostor of the Andrew family moved people around like pawns on a chessboard. It was stacked with details about the man, Carl Johnson, I had fired last week for skipping out on an important meeting to go to a child’s sporting event.The press had covered it a week ago, too, since Carl had gone screaming to the papers over discrimination of some kind. In my mind, it wasn’t discrimination to expect an employee to attend mandatory meetings, no matter whether it was the last game of a five year old’s T-ball season or not.Still, it had been another of those juicy bits the media had latched on to to further stack the case again
Jake.I watched as hectic color flooded Lila’s face. It was a source of amazement to me that a woman of her age could blush so easily. I preferred a more sophisticated type of woman, the kind of woman whodidn’t expect anything from a man but a few nights of mutual satisfaction.The only sort of pink any of those women got in their cheeks came from their make up bag. I found it an interesting sort of challenge, making her blush.“No, actually I was planning to have you installed down the hall, so that I could use your services by day and entertain my mistress by night.”Color reddened her neck and slowly climbed into her face, staining her cheeks a deep crimson. “Well, the stipulations of the prenup would certainly allow it,” she said stifflyI chuckled. “You are not getting rid of me so easily, Lila.” I strode across the cabin of the plane and leaned down, cupping her chin and tilting her face up so that she was forced to meet my eyes. “I’m here to playdevoted husband.” I smoothed m
JakeIt hadn’t been the case for me and Toby. We had been abandoned first by our father, then by our mother. And no one had stepped in. No one had known about the two young teenagers who had been left to fend for themselves.“Many people are unaware of what goes on in their own backyard. I consider it my duty to educate them and to do what I can.”She chewed her lush bottom lip, and I had the strongest urge to use my tongue to soothe away the marks her teeth had left in the tender pink flesh.“So not all of the nice things you do are for public image?”I chuckled darkly. “Not all. But most.”A pianist began to play a slow, jazzy song, and couples started to migrate to the dance floor. Her body language was screaming that she didn’t want him to ask her to dance so I did exactly that. “Lila , I think I should have this dance with my fiancée.”I was amused when she pressed her lips into a thin line, her tension palpable. What would it take to kiss those lips into soft, willing supplicat
KaliaThe wedding had become sort of much anticipated society event, despite how little time had passed between the announcement and the actual ceremony or maybe because of that reason. I couldn’t help but think that the haste of the marriage was part of what made it interesting. I felt half the eyes in the historic church examining my flat stomachspeculatively as I walked down the long aisle.The air was heavy with the perfume of flowers, compliments of my overzealous wedding planner, and the late afternoon sun streamed through a round stained glass window, throwing squares of blue light onto the stone floor. It was a beautiful wedding. But it was someone else’s wedding. None of it was to my taste except for my simple dress. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was what would happen twelve months from this moment.When all this would be over and I would go back to living my simple life. Jake was standing at the top of the altar, I had never seen him look so handsome. His tu
JakeI stared at her flushed face, her red lips, her eyes still dark from passion. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, even if she couldn’t admit it yet. Or perhaps shewas holding out until she felt it was most advantageous for her to give in.“That’s fine. But the clause stays in. If you want sex, you get it from your husband.”She swallowed hard, trying to keep her face neutral. “I don’t think I will be wanting any sex in the near future.”I shrugged. “It’s up to you. I don’t have to coerce women into mynbed.”That was the absolute truth. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had turned me down, if there had ever been a time. I didn’t like it now. I liked it even less that my body seemed to have some sort offixation on a woman who wasn’t fixated on me. It must be the novelty of it. It was unusual for me to have to pursue a woman. They came to me frequently and easily. If I didn’t end up in bed with Lila it would be easy enough to find someone else, seeing as there was nothi
Dinner party part one. Lila. The dinner party was hardly the intimate affair I had imagined it would be. There were at least two hundred of Manhattan’s most elite social movers in attendance,and it made it hard for me not to be grateful for the dress Jake’s efficient PA had provided for me at the last minute.It was too short and too tight for my taste, but judging by the similarly bedecked Barbie dolls that were hanging on their date’s arms the look was par for the course.Jake gave the stunning, Reed slim hostess a kiss on both cheeks before putting his hand on my back and introducing me. “This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.”“Nice to meet you.” I shook the other woman’s perfectly manicured hand, and held back the questions that were forming in my mind. Jake had never mentioned that he had a charity, but his fiancée would certainly know all about it. Well, a real fiancée would at any rate. I was cluel
Kalia. The quiet threat in his tone frightened me and I swiveled my head around.He had his cock out, and it was the most massive, thickest, most aggressive looking cock I had ever seen. Throbbing veins snaked along the smooth skin. Something strange happened inside me. The hate was replaced by liquid desire.It flowed into every crevice and cell inside me.I wanted that angry, untamed cock deep inside. Deeper than any man had gone before. I felt close to combusting andneeded my release. Afterwards, I could run away and hide, but now…My hips jerked shamelessly forward with the strength of the need clawing inside me. Gripping the base of his cock he pushed it along the slit of my sex to spread my slickness all over the shaft. With his gaze boring into mine, he bent his knees, positioned the thick head of his rock hard cock at my entrance, and rammed it into me in one vicious thrust.I hissed.He was so big for a second I had felt as if I had been split open.Then my head fell backwa
Kalia.I had been working for him for a couple of months now as his pr, and still I was not used to it. The fact that the very first thing I felt when Jake’s deep, masculine voice pulled me out of the deep sleep I had been in was a shiver of excitement, and not a pang of annoyance, was disturbing on a lot of levels, all of which I was too tired to analyze in that particular moment.“It’s one in the morning, Jake .” I said, as I blinked against the blinding light radiating from the screen of my smartphone. After four months in working for him, I should know better than to be surprised by a midnight phone call, but somehow every time it happened it caught me unprepared. “It’s nine a.m. in England.” He said, “And we have a crisis on our hands?” I immediately rolled over and brushed myhair out of my face, the cool sheets from the side of the bed that had been unoccupied chilling me slightly.“The sky isn’t falling, if that’s what you mean, but we have protesters lining the streets at
Kalia.And I had vowed i wouldn’t become like that. I wasn’t letting anyone have control over my life again.Although, obviously Jake had some modicum of control over my life since he was my boss and my child's father, but that was different. “If you expect me to buy new clothes you have to give me time to shop.” I said facing him with a straight face, after all this was his event he was inviting me to, it only made sense. “You can have the afternoon off.” I shook my head, my tight bun staying firmly in place. “Morning and afternoon. I need some sleep too.”“Morning to lunch hour,” he countered.“Deal.”“No black. No beige.” He added“It’s an art gala, most of the women will be in black.” I said defensively “I know, and that’s exactly why I want you to wear something else.”I frowned. “I’m not in the habit of allowing men to dictate what I wear. I can choose for myself.”He stood from his desk, and I was distracted, as I always was when he surprised me like that, by the superb sha
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Kalia. In theory, I liked sexy men, at least from a distance. When said sexy man was both my baby daddy and boss, it made life a bit more complicated. It didn’t really matter, though. Business was business and I had no intention of crossing any lines with him. I wasn’t his type anyway. He liked party girls. The shallower, and the shorter the skirt, the better. Of course, I wasn’t entirely certain what my type was as far as practical application went. Judging by my recent string of failed dates I didn’t really have a type.“How many shots?” he asked, lowering the cup.“four,” I answered, trying to bring my mind back into the present and away, far, far away, from his lips.“Good. It’s going to be a long day.” i sat down in the chair by his desk, pulled my notebook out of my briefcase and sat poised with a pen in my hand.“Why do you do that?” he asked.“Do what?”“Take physical notes on paper. You have a million little gadgets for that kind of thing. I know because most of them were pu
Jake was from a fairly affluent family, that was general knowledge. It surprised me that he’d had to take out loans to start up his company.When we were married he never talked to me about this type of stuff, or anything business related at all. Which is why I loved our new arrangement, I felt needed and smart. I was not just a pretty girl. “But now you have to play the diplomacy game,” I said.“I would anyway. I develop resort and hotel properties, the public has to have a favorable view of me.”“That’s true.”For the most part, the public did have a favorable view of him. He was charismatic and charming and dated the most eligible women in Hollywood, which put him on the front cover of a lot of magazines andmade him very high profile for a businessman. He was also a slave driving taskmaster, but only his employees knew that. And in fairness, he never expected anything from her that he didn’t expect from himself. In fact, he seemed to expect more from himself.Which was why, even
75.Jake.I had never seen Kalia look less than perfect. She always looked beautiful, even when she rushed into the office at two in the morning to handle some sort of media crisis. But in a dark navy blue gown with ruffled sleeves, a demure neckline and a back that dipped so low it ought to be illegal, she was stunning.Her hair was pinned to the side so that her curls cascaded over one shoulder, and didn’t cover any of the skin that was on display in the back of the gown. Her makeup was more dramatic than she usually wore to the office and her legs were bare, and on glorious show, the dress barely skimming her knees. And they were amazing legs.My libido kicked into gear, a reminder that I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. But business had been intense and when I hadn’t been focused on my various building projects I had been handling Maya’s big move into her new, off campus apartment. An apartment she hadn’t wanted, because she couldn’t afford it herself. But there was no way I wa
JakeI put my hand on the small of her back, on her bare skin, and I felt a small shiver go through her whole body. She was feeling every bit of the attraction I was. Strange, because I had only ever seen her in herbuttoned up professional mode for a while now, now suddenly she was unbuttoned and very, very hot. Although, she had always been hot. I had thought more thanonce about uncoiling her tightly wound hair and watching the dark curls tumble down.She shifted against me, her hip brushing my body intimately. My muscles tensed and desire roared through me, my body hardening at the accidental contact.I drew her closer, letting her feel. Letting her know exactly what she was doing to me. I didn’t hit on employees as a rule, ever. But she tempted me. And that was a new experience. Women appealed to me, and I desired them. But I had never considered them a serious temptation. If itwasn’t the right time, it was easy for me to leave my date standing on the doorstep and go home withou
KaliaI bit my lip. This side of Jake always confused me . In some ways he seemed more uncomfortable having people know anything good about him.He didn’t seem to mind the negative press that came when he dated one supermodel, then switched to an actress the next night. But he didn’t seem to want to let anyone know about his good behavior. And there was something about that that made me almost like him sometimes, and that made all the other physical things he made me feel intensify.“It’s … okay, events like this are definitely a little bit fake. It’s see and be seen. Most people are flashing their bids all over the place.” I jerked my head toward the glittering celebrities and debutantes gathered around different pieces of art, waving their bids around while they talked.“I don’t play the game,” he said. “It doesn’t appeal to me.”“You have to play the game a little bit, Jake It’s good for business.”“What’s it like for you, doing a job that’s so at odds with who you are?”The questi