RULE NUMBER TWO

“What do you mean? There must be hundreds of people working here, and you haven’t even checked.” I felt myself get defensive, my voice raising. The receptionist whose name tag read, Elsie, looked right and left nervously, as if looking for help from somewhere.

“I have worked here for years, I know the names of everyone, and if you booked an appointment, it must be with a senior executive, none of them have the name Downing.” She licked her lower lip as she explained calmly, as if trying her best not to spook me.

 Now it was my turn to sweat. It was Shepherd’s Construction, I read all about how it was family owned, which meant the senior executives like she said would be Shepherd’s.

 “Asides the executives, no Downing at all?” My voice had gotten quieter, the top of my ears felt hot. He had made a comment about my impatience, that small smile accompanying it as his eyes followed me across the room.

 Elsie looked relieved that she wouldn’t be calling security, and she shook her head.

“No, but I could book an appointment with a junior executive if you are looking…”

My ears picked up on his voice, the deep, confident timbre I had longed to hear for days. Inside of my chest constricts, how was I imagining his voice here? But then the voice comes again, speaking over the droning voice of Elsie.

 His voice had the kind of deepness that rumbled at the pit of your belly, the kind that stirred up things in your mind, and in your pants, it was unmistakable, and even now, I felt my pants tighten.

 My feet carry me in the direction of the richness of his voice, breathlessly I follow, he was getting nearer, and I walked towards him, hurrying. At the back of my mind I could hear Elsie call me back, but I don’t stop, my pace increased.

 His voice beckoning me, and like I did for three days, without a second thought, I follow, my legs carrying me, moving me. I come to a halt when he was just few feet away from me.

 My breathing came out loud, my heart slamming against my chest, I could hear everything and nothing at the same time. Everything else felt irrelevant. He was right here in front of me.

 In a cream and navy suit that had been tailored to his body frame, he looked perfect, unlike when he was at the resort, he was shaven clean, and with both looks, he appeared perfectly delicious.

 A few men were walking with him, all of them taking notes from what he was talking about, they listened intently. He had a cute frown on his face, the one that appeared whenever he was concentrated on something. He rolled his eyes playfully and when I said it was cute.

 “The only cute thing here is you, and your round ass.”

My response to that, like almost everything he said to me, was non stop blushing, and then he went ahead and squeezed my ass. I liked it, I tried to replicate it numerous times after he left, but it was like his hands were the only ones that could do that.

 He stopped in front of me, his eyes finally registering my presence. His green eyes widened in shock, and underneath it, I see excitement, lust, and then as quickly as they appeared, he blinked them away.

 “I am so sorry Mr. Shepherd, I tried to call him back and he wouldn’t stop.” Elsie apologized profusely.

Who is Mr. Shepherd? His name is Kennedy Downing. He had strictly asked me to moan Daddy but I knew what he told me the day I met him.

 He had sat at the resort’s bar, the extra large one, it had been scanty that day. But I noticed him slumped into the sofa, as if he wished to disappear into it. He had been nursing a scotch. The second I saw him, loosened tie, disheveled hair and all, I knew he had come to hide out. I also knew I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, I wanted to sit on his legs and feel his muscles beneath me.

 So I went to him, my heart in my throat, and then I asked,

“Refill?” My voice came out squeaky, as if I was begging him to do something to me. He did, he looked right up at me, and I had to hold on to the cart of drinks, or my knees would have given out from underneath me.

 He stared at me intensely even as I poured his refill, he stared at me from over the rim of his glass, and his first words to me were;

 “You look so fucking submissive and breedable.”

I had choked on my saliva, and then choked on him later. His kisses were invasive, he forced my mouth open and kissed me until the world spun in my vision.

 “My name is Alec.” I said in between kisses, because he said things that made my knees weak and I didn’t know what  to say in response.

He smirked at me, pinched my mouth open with his teeth, and then with his hand around my neck, he breathed,

“Kennedy, Kennedy Downing.”

I hadn't even given him a last name, but it wasn’t possible that he said Shepherd and I heard Downing. Unless, unless he lied to me.

 “It’s okay.” He said to Elsie, dismissing her with a wave of his hand, she looked between him and me, hesitating just a moment too long before she walked away.

“Why don’t we continue this meeting tomorrow?” He asked the men by his side, they looked ready to contest it, but he was a Shepherd, and this was Shepherd Construction, so they walked away.

 “Gentleman, I’m afraid I don’t take bookings on the spot, you can meet with Elsie, and she would show you to my secretary. Do have a nice day.”

 What? Was he pretending not to know me? He couldn’t have forgotten, I mean we had fun, he said it himself,

 “Touching you is like a drug, I can’t get enough.” He whispered it my ear, his hands dipped into my shirt.

“It’s me Alec…”

“Do have a nice day, gentleman.”

I blink and he walks past me, his posture elegant as always. My jaw dropped to the ground, my head spinning, I tried and failed to understand what he meant by that. Was he pretending not to know me? And he was what? Kennedy Shepherd??

 Without thinking, I turn around, following after him, my heart pounding away in my chest. I hadn’t really thought about what to say when I saw him, I assumed, foolishly, that he would be happy to see me, and that we would finally go all the way, because I was ready now, I was ready to do everything and anything with him.

 I find him at the parking lot, he was climbing into a sleek black, Maybach. I wait until he was inside and about to start the car before I climb into the passenger seat. I lock the door, trapping us both inside.

 My heart still slamming furiously against my chest, I had never done this before, there were a lot of things I hadn’t done pre him, whatever his name was. And I felt alive, for the first time in all my twenty three years of living.

 “What are you doing?!” He asked, his eyes wide.

I look away from his eyes, if I looked any further, I would beg him to kiss me again, I knew I would, I was a sucker for him.

 “You left me. I came for you.”

He says nothing. My hands were moist, and I was barely able to think past the scent of him that was thick in the car. But I force myself to look in his eyes when I speak.

 “You told me that the world was my oyster, and I was free to do as I please. After you left, I realized it was true, all my life I lived following the script written by someone else for me. I finally chose and I choose you.” I swallowed, the next words felt like they would burst out of me.

“I choose to do you as I please.”