Afterwards, he used my underwear to wipe my juice off his crotch and pant legs. He tossed it to me as I did the same. As I did, he looked at me with a tiny smile, expressing so much yet barely moving.On the way back I felt much better about everything. Mr. Williams' jokes filled my mind, keeping me at ease, forcing me to not overthink things. Then he decided to take this opportunity to give me some advice."With contracts and partnerships in the future, you need to be masterful with your reaction. Surprises don’t often come up, but when they do, you can't let anyone see they've gotten the better of you."“Are you telling me to keep my temper under wraps?""Exactly," he said.“I’ll be sure to remember that.”Mr. Williams drove me all the way home. When we pulled up in the driveway, my dad parted the living room curtains, craning his neck to see what was going on. He left out the front door furrowing his brow in confusion."Everett. You drove Mila home from work today..." My dad
My heart thumped, deafening me, and a prickling sensation crawled up my spine. The situation was eerie and all I wanted to do was leave. Whirling around, I double timed it toward the door. I had my foot outside but then I was stopped when someone grabbed my arms and kissed me.Thinking it was Everett, I used all my strength, struggling to escape. Pushing against his chest I tried gaining the upper hand, but he was much stronger than me. My heart was pounding as he held me tighter. Though I was terrified, ideas of horrible outcomes flashed in my mind, so I stopped fighting.I fell into a state of panic, barely able to breathe, but then I could see that this was Mr. Williams. As my vision adjusted to the outside streetlights, I realized it was really him who had hold of me and not his son."Why are you so scared?" he asked me, furrowing his brow. A wave of sadness hit me. Without control I began to cry. He rubbed my arms trying to calm me down. "It's okay, Mila." I couldn't stop the t
Though I felt embarrassed to show him how I tried to seduce his son, Mr. Williams reminded me of something."You know, some of these pictures I’m familiar with. It was how you and I originally began talking, remember?"Feeling my cheeks burn, I covered my face laughing shyly. I was grateful for his sense of humor and lightening up the situation."You can show me,” he said, “You have nothing to feel ashamed of."Dropping my hands from my face, I picked up my phone and found my chat history with Everett. As I handed him the phone, my stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster.Digging my nails into my palms I prayed he wasn’t going to cut ties with me after this. My heart tapped against my rib cage, threatening to pound. Then, a surge of adrenaline hit me. He hadn’t even made it that far and I was panicked.As he began scrolling through it, I studied his face and body, hypervigilant for any signs of upset. Part of me wanted to turn away so I wouldn’t see his disapproval, but t
I was wondering who this person was. It was difficult to take my eyes off her; she had such classic beauty. She distracted me so much that I didn't notice when Mr. Williams came up behind me. Stepping to my left, he greeted her.Covertly, I checked to see if he was still aroused. Luckily, he wasn't. I didn't want this woman seeing something so tempting. Unless she already had."Hello, Lily. Good to see you. What have you brought for me tonight?" he asked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation."It's mint chocolate mousse.""Excellent," he said, taking it from her. "Would you like to come in?" he asked.I shot him a look, knowing full well that he didn't ever eat dessert when he came to our house. In fact, he hated it. Discreetly, I watched for any other changes in behavior to indicate whether he was interested in this woman."Oh, I won't be staying long," she said smiling at Everett, but it faded when she snapped her eyes to me."Before you go, tell me, how have you fared
I'd been in this room before and flirted with Everett under the guise of doing homework. Thinking about the fact that Everett had planned to fuck me here tonight made me feel both excited and ashamed.Mr. Williams kept his eyes on me. Somehow, he knew what I was thinking about."I know you've been here with Everett before but promise me that you'll never be alone with him again.""I do promise, but why?""You're too tempting. If I was Everett's age, I'd indiscriminately try to fuck you."I laughed feeling flattered then he moved to me and pushed me down on the bed. I was already dripping from sucking him downstairs and our earlier play session. It didn't take long for me to soak my jeans again, especially being where we were.From the bed I could see the clouds gathering outside. The sky was almost black then a flash of lightning lit up followed by cracking thunder. The sky opened and soon rain began to tap the windows.We dry fucked and I almost came from that. I knew if he en
Mr. Williams motioned for me to be quiet as he pulled on clothes. I nodded obediently, feeling disappointed to see his muscular body covered up. After pulling out a silk robe from his walk-in closet, he tied it over his pajamas walking to the door.Casually, he opened it and left. I listened intently, hoping to pick up on some of their conversation."Everett, what are you doing banging on my door? I was sleeping.""I need to talk to you. What does it sound like?" Everett bleated."It sounds like you're behaving entitled, just like we discussed," Mr. Williams had an edge to his voice as it became more commanding."This isn't entitlement. I have a real problem.""Then stop acting like a hoodlum and talk.""I'm not a hoodlum!" Everett exclaimed."I gave you a deadline to sort yourself out, but you haven’t followed through. Why don’t you do what I've asked?""I've tried. What more do you want from me?" Everett asked."I want you to get your life together. For one, stop drinking
So, I played a prank on her and purposely posted her photo to our group chat. It worked and she contacted me right after. When I retracted the picture, I arranged to meet her at my house tonight. I planned to ask her once she was at my house.When I got home, the house was kind of dark and I expected my dad to be gone but there he was sitting at the dining room table."What are you doing here?" I asked him, widening my eyes in surprise. My heart was beating loudly in my ears. He was going to mess everything up!"Why do you ask?"I needed to think of a reason but if I said anything that was an outright lie, he'd know. He always saw through my stories. He was clever that way."You said you were going to a dinner party. I was just wondering if something happened."That was the truth. He couldn't blame me for wondering. Still, I couldn't stop fidgeting. If he found out about what I was doing with Mila, he'd kill me.When he didn't answer me, I couldn't stand the way he was staring
Though I wanted to investigate, I realized I couldn't. If I made a sound up here, Everett might hear me. Sighing, I dropped back down on the bed, wondering how long they would be here. Maybe I could get some more sleep.The sound of cups and plates smashing on the floor shattered my serenity. Everett was shouting angrily. I could hear him all the way upstairs. He was so loud."She has been lying all this time. She was never a goody two-shoes!"The heavy door slammed, and I could hear his scuffling footsteps outside. Dashing to the window, I watched as Everett stormed out to the front yard. My mouth went dry as I pulled on my blouse nervously. I didn't like this kind of conflict, and it seemed like it was about me.My heart was racing as I fanned myself, trying to decide what to do. My stomach was in knots as I listened for Mr. Williams’ footsteps. When I heard nothing, I realized I had to go down there and see what happened.Cautiously, I walked down the stairs. Mr. Williams was
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate