Chapter 4 : bikinis

Chapter 4 

Shawn's POV 

I didn't know what to say or how to react. Stella is twenty two years old and she's still a virgin. How does that work? 

How come? 

A super model who is successful but has kept herself and hasn't had any boyfriends for six good years even though she had had to grow in the midst of raging testosterone and girls who would freely give themselves just to have fun. 

Girls like my daughter who lost their virginity to their so-called first love in middle school. 

Stella keeps amazing me, in the way that her body keeps arousing me. I had fagged like never before and decided to take a water break, put her on her bed before returning, but she had gotten thisty and met me there instead. 

I had her caged and pressed myself on her. 

That was irresponsible of me, but I couldn't help it. And when she moaned and arched her back against me, I'd lost it. 

I was just a few seconds away from groping her and sitting her on the cabinet when the glass fell. I soon had my chance though. 

When she bent to pick the shattered glass, gracing me with that view, I didn't even bother to hold back because I knew that I couldn't. 

"I knew you'd dislike me for being a prude", but if only she knew, if only she knew how much of a delicacy that made her. 

A virgin. 

Shortly after she ran to her room, I ran after her, but the sound of her crying held me back from going in. 

I was scared, too scared to.

I had hurt her, I had hurt her pride and now I wonder how I'm going to face her. 

I toss and turn on my bed as I try to think up a solution but I eventually fall asleep when nothing comes up. 

I'll find a way tomorrow. 

However, the next day comes with an emergency at the office. 

Those managers could never secure a deal without my help. 

"Good morning dad", Tina greets as she walks in partly drunk the moment I'm about to get out. 

"You're just coming?"

"No, I've been home for an hour now." She says and I look around for any signs of Stella. 

"How about your friend, I don't see her."

"Stella is still hungover with swollen eyes that I'd have thought she cried through the night if I didn't know better", my heart sinks at what I've caused. 

Because she must have cried through the night if she looks like it and my daughter has never been more wrong than she is now about knowing better. 

"So where is she?", I demand in a way that startles my daughter. 

"Went for her routine morning jog, she won't be back until nine even if she feels like shit. You have fun at work", Tina says and closes the door behind herself. 

Fun? More like guilt. 

AT THE OFFICE, 4 HOURS LATER 

"Sir, the managers are in your office. They say the deal is another tricky one", my personal assistant says as she hurries behind me to the office. 

"What do they mean tricky? Didn't I already have it secured?"

"You do, but the client is still holding on", she opens the door and I walk in to my incompetent suited up managers. 

"This is a real estate agency with influence in the whole country. If you can't finalize a deal I placed in your hands, then just resign. Don't ruin my image, what is the situation?"I ask Susan, my PA, is about to speak, but I shush her. 

"Can't I even get a briefing from you guys?" I sigh as I take my seat behind my desk. 

"The client insists on holding a beach party at the beach house even though we are supposed to do the transfer of documents today and he hasn't been picking our calls since." The young CEO briefs and I sigh. 

"And you call this a problem?" I demand. 

"Yes sir, the renovating team already brought all their equipment and delay of a single day could further delay the date of sale which will affect our market price sir", he says and I sigh. 

"Incompetent fools! Hand me the documents for all the transactions from the past until now", I demand

"We are sorry President Martinez" he says as he does that. 

"This could be figured out if any of you had thought to visit the property. Now get out!" They all do with their tails in between their legs. I adjust my tie to be a bit loose before sitting on my low black couch. 

Susan stays behind, standing behind me and either taking notes or giving comments, until she starts to take advantage of my leniency. 

"Let me give you a massage, you look so tired", she says as her hand rests on my shoulders. 

"I'm totally fine, Susan, focus on work", I tell her trying to to sound as irritated as I feel, but she visibly flinches, however she doesn't get the message and proceeds to press her cleave on the back of my head. 

This angers me. 

My well permed hair! 

"Susan, last warning", my voice hardens as I try not to send out this temptation of a co-worker out of my building because I know that she could never have me turned on no matter how hard she tries. 

Then my mind goes back to the little one at home who didn't even have to try before I got aroused.

Susan is qualified and in fact over qualified and that is the only reason why she's able to keep her job, because otherwise, I'd have fired her over a hundred and one times over for the times she tried to seduce me. 

"But it's three pm now, you've been looking at helpless files since morning", she continues rubbing on my arms and I snap.

"Get out of my office now or lose your job this instant."

She straightens up and hurries towards the door and without an apology. 

"If only you'd just have some fun, everyone knows you're a wife pleaser to a woman who openly cheats on you", she says before banging the door behind her as she makes an exit. 

Her sentence puts me in the worst mood I could ever be in today. 

My wife and I are a topic I could never discuss happily. 

I relax into the chair as I rub my forehead off the crease the frown left on it. 

Damn it, I return to the files in front of me. My only option is to check it out and settle things as soon as I get there, considering the fact that the customer is an actor who is just being rude for no reason after we've made the payments. 

Just then, my phone chimes and I open it to see a message from Tina with an image attached to it. She's still typing, so I open it to see her in bikinis in front of a beach house I recognize. 

I pick up the images on the small round table in front of me and compare them. 

What are the chances that my daughter will be partying at the same place I have a deal?

I'm about to ask her for more details of her location when she sends a text explaining just that and then a video tagged 'shy Stella'. 

And in the background of the video, I realize why. 

Stella is peeling off her sweatpants and getting into her own pair of swim suits. I recognize the location as the closet of our visitors room, where she's apparently staying. 

Then my eyes go back to her naked bottom. 

Stella turns away from the camera, crying "stop Tina" as she bends to pick her clothes which she hurriedly puts on as the video ends. 

I'm about to put it on replay when Tina deletes it. However, I would never be able to get that image off my mind. Never!

The stimulation has me full of energy and knowing what to do next. 

The video was obviously from hours ago, probably before they left the house and was mistakenly sent, but it keeps playing in my mind as I buzz Susan to return to the office. 

Also, I have a new sexual fantasy, something I've not had in years, since I last touched my wife. And that is to fuck Stella in that swim suit in that closet someday. 

I wonder how soon someday is going to be. 

"Prepare a Ford and get me private information on the so called actors and guests of that beach party, we're leaving now." I tell her as soon as she returns, still looking flushed and excited. 

The type of car you drive has an effect on how people address you. That's something I've learnt as the president of a very successful real estate agency.

Susan's smile disappears and she wears her business straight face like a flash. 

She types her IPad, "the car is ready now, we'll take the private elevator to the underground parking lot and the information is coming right up. I have the guest list, so it shouldn't take long", she says as she gathers my stuff while I lead the way. 

The drive begins and I'm very much excited, not for the deal I'm going to set straight, but for Stella. 

I wonder what she looks like in those bikinis.