Apollo was doing his afternoon checks when he entered the security room. His mind was foggy, his knuckles tense. His fists got tighter whenever his memory jerked to previous nights: visions of his black leather belt scratching Iris' neck as she suffered for breath.Apollo had to shake that cold memory off a dozen times. He wasn't supposed to touch her. And now he felt guilty because he treated her too roughly, which may have fueled her sudden state. Iris was sick - too weak to be the commanding voice of the house.The men were snacking on sandwiches as they monitored the security cameras. Apollo was moving on to the next post when his eyes flashed over the screen. A person was standing at a corner of the main gates, hiding from the sun."Who is that?" He said."It’s the boss’s assistant. Should we let him in?" Said one of his men."No, I'll handle this myself." Apollo took his radio device and walked out.His steps lightened the closer he got to his place of interest. Jake was despera
Apollo swung his fist the second Jake got close enough. He did not hold back his anger, and his men supported him wholeheartedly. Jake was denied the chance to speak. He managed to get a punch on Apollo, but his fighting chances grew slim as the other guards took hold of him.The cab driver was too scared to step out or even think of breaking up the fight. He tried to stop Iris from leaving the car, but she couldn't care less."What do you think you're doing?" Iris said, gaining attention as she got closer. Apollo let go of Jake and hastened to her. His hands fell on her cheeks, his eyes ridden with suspicion."Forgive me. I shouldn't have let you leave the house in this condition," said Apollo.Iris took his hands off, secretly enduring the pain in her gut. "I thought we agreed you were not going to lay a finger on my donor?"Apollo paused to soak in her expression. "There was CCTV footage of him pulling you against your will down the streets. Was I supposed to just sit quietly when
The alarm blared out of control: a loud electronic rooster piercing his eardrums unceasingly. This was the only sound that could wake him- it could raise one from the dead, Jake described.Jake's eyes were forever numb from a sleepless night. He was up till three, ironing, going over notes on the company's biography and chewing up top names to seem knowledgeable. It took a miracle to win this internship program. One of his lecturers from night school happened to know a guy, who knew a girl who also knew one of the managers in HR.Staying a humble, outstanding student, who did not say no to requests had finally paid off. "Auuu," Jake's hand came to his rescue, moving blindly to turn off the alarm. "Five more minutes," His lips muttered on their own. He cranes his head like a cobra but then falls flat back down.*COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOO*"Ahh!" Jake rolled off the bed out of sheer shock. Luckily he missed the bedside table and suffered a minor bump on the head. "Arhhh, yeah, I forgot the ba
Jake was looking forward to a busy eye-opening day. Instead, he gets reeled into coffee duty and has to make infinity trips to the kitchen. Larry was right, it was brutal.Two hours in the Director comes out of his office, asking for the coffee jock for the day. Sure enough, the supervisor points at Jake.So he got called into the boss' office for an important mission. "Strawberry milk and a slice of chocolate cake with a pistachio filling. Get it at Bakes N' Dates and be back before three-thirty.""Bakes N' Dates is an hour away from here," Jake forgot to keep his thoughts in his head."Yeah, you should get going...I won't tolerate any lateness," The Director wooshed him out with a commanding finger."What did he want?" Larry bumped shoulders with Jake when he came out looking like a missing ostrich. "Bakes N' Dates," Jake muttered."Holy crap, you're in trouble," Larry froze."Why, what's wrong?" Jake was even more confused."Strawberry milk and chocolate cake with a pistachio filli
Jake scratched the back of his head, pensive in his small apartment while a powerful woman took a private tour of the living room. "Care for some...water, juice?" He was so nervous he could barely feel his tongue. An asteroid could fall out of the sky and he wouldn't be this affected.He stood stiff when Iris veered. "I do not sip from every cup out there.""Are you here to sue me for what happened? Cause I swear it was an accident. I wouldn't dream of causing harm to anyone and...""Why have you not answered our calls or shown up at the company?""You...your calls?" Jake was lost."Your application letter painted you out as one who was dying to work with us, yet here you are disrespecting my leniency," Iris did not blink."Pardon me but I had no idea Amery had been trying to reach me. My roommate was hoarding the mail for days, I just found out. May I ask what this is about?""A girl. About this height with purple hair. Says you defended her against a bully in an ally."Jake tilted h
Jake readily complied with Iris' orders. He bundled himself and went with her bodyguards to a top-notch hospital in the city. They did all sorts of tests on him, from cardio to bone health to scans he never knew existed."Relax, we will draw a little blood from you," the nurses and doctors deceived him on several counts as they abused him with needles. Why did he lie on a urologist's table for a prostate check? How was that going to benefit the Amery company?Then there was the fitness test. That, he thought was useful because of the laps he normally took around the office to serve everyone's coffee. Then there were others he wish he could wipe out of memory.After days of being kneaded and touched and tossed around, Jake was given a day off to rest. That did not cut it, because living with his current roommate was a full-time job. After their last argument, Mitch got a plumber to fix the pipes. A shabby one at that!Everything was running smoothly till something exploded in the kitch
They say the universe always provides, and that a good name is often better than riches. Jake was starting to believe it. Some god or cosmic power must be looking out for him. How else would he explain the present chain of events?By some miracle, he landed in his dream company as an intern. The CEO promised him a job in the future, and he was finally away from his disgusting roommate and anything that had to do with his old apartment. And the rent?"Two hundred bucks a month. I will add mine so we can pay the cleaning lady.""What?" Jake google-eyed. "Two hundred dollars? You can't be serious, Larry."Larry pushed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. "I was going to say a hundred, but you kept going on about wanting to pay, I figured you'd be happy with this.""...""Look Jake, I do not need the cash for any reason. I have the space and lack friends who truly give a shit. You seem like a real guy, so I wanted to help take some weight off your shoulder.""This is too much, yo
Apollo was downstairs when Iris flew by, tying down her jacket. "Going somewhere, Miss?" He let his hand slide down to his side respectfully. "Yes, get me the keys to the Benz; I have to be somewhere." "Somewhere, by yourself?" Apollo was surprised. Iris did not go out late at night, yet here she was- answering as if it was unimportant. "Club 45. It seems my donor is out there letting loose. We can't have that, can we?" Her gaze was piercing. "I'll take you," Apollo said. "I didn't ask. Stay and watch Charlotte." "Your sister is not going anywhere. Forgive me, Miss Iris, but I insist on coming." Iris stared at his father's loyal guard, crinkling up a mocking grin. "You have twenty minutes to get me there." Getting a reaction out of him was uncommon. It was best to enjoy it while it lasted. At Club 45 'Drink! Drink! Drink!' The group chanted wildly. One of the guys held Jake's nose as his mouth suffered the abuse. For nearly thirty minutes, Jake guzzled down any liqu
Apollo swung his fist the second Jake got close enough. He did not hold back his anger, and his men supported him wholeheartedly. Jake was denied the chance to speak. He managed to get a punch on Apollo, but his fighting chances grew slim as the other guards took hold of him.The cab driver was too scared to step out or even think of breaking up the fight. He tried to stop Iris from leaving the car, but she couldn't care less."What do you think you're doing?" Iris said, gaining attention as she got closer. Apollo let go of Jake and hastened to her. His hands fell on her cheeks, his eyes ridden with suspicion."Forgive me. I shouldn't have let you leave the house in this condition," said Apollo.Iris took his hands off, secretly enduring the pain in her gut. "I thought we agreed you were not going to lay a finger on my donor?"Apollo paused to soak in her expression. "There was CCTV footage of him pulling you against your will down the streets. Was I supposed to just sit quietly when
Apollo was doing his afternoon checks when he entered the security room. His mind was foggy, his knuckles tense. His fists got tighter whenever his memory jerked to previous nights: visions of his black leather belt scratching Iris' neck as she suffered for breath.Apollo had to shake that cold memory off a dozen times. He wasn't supposed to touch her. And now he felt guilty because he treated her too roughly, which may have fueled her sudden state. Iris was sick - too weak to be the commanding voice of the house.The men were snacking on sandwiches as they monitored the security cameras. Apollo was moving on to the next post when his eyes flashed over the screen. A person was standing at a corner of the main gates, hiding from the sun."Who is that?" He said."It’s the boss’s assistant. Should we let him in?" Said one of his men."No, I'll handle this myself." Apollo took his radio device and walked out.His steps lightened the closer he got to his place of interest. Jake was despera
He had her attention. Iris was a minute away from taking responsibility for Jake's swollen phallus. Her role was to house it till it was flaccid enough to fit in his pants. Her reward would be a good amount of jizz and a pleasurable sensation in her tummy.Iris's phone rang out of the blue. Jake, who wished to mute it, got a good look at the name on the screen.'It's that bodyguard.' Jake felt a wave of anger twisting in his throat. Iris was close to picking it up when he pushed it away from her reach. He placed some files on the gadget to minimize the noise and got to the bottom of Iris' panties.Iris was neither saying no nor yes, but her body was ready for him. Jake rubbed his crown against her entrance, loving the short shudders he got out of her. Iris bobbed forward ever so gently as he went it."Oww," her chin went down when she let out a soft coo. Jake stole a moment to admire her. Iris let go of her anger and took his gift. 'He's taking it slow? Since when has he been conside
Iris let herself in, pulling at her fingertips to take off the cotton gloves. She had been here a couple of times and knew her way around. "Hello, Ma'am." Larry popped out of the kitchen to welcome her. "I trust that you do not lack anything in this house," Iris said. "No, we're good," Jake responded instead, bypassing the visitor he had been dying to see earlier. Larry did not comment on the sudden switch in attitude. "I'll be in my room," he said. "Were you not busy in the kitchen? Stay, we'll talk in my room," Jake insisted, his tone a little thick.Iris followed Jake and waited by the bed while he shut the door. Her hands fumbled with her buttons as Jake sorted out the noise in his head. Quickly concluding, he turned towards the lady. "I appreciate you taking time off your schedule to see me, but-" Jake's mind rebooted when his eyes fell on Iris. Her blouse glided down her waist.'Don't end up like the last guy.' Apollo's advice began to shrink in Jake's head. He could swear
Iris slowed down her steps as she observed the number of cars parked outside the garage. When the servants who welcomed her confirmed her suspicions, she let out a stressed sigh. "Great, more badgers to fend off," she muttered.Her heels hit the floor in short, brisk steps as she went inside, heading straight to the main lounge downstairs."At last, the jester shows up," Charlotte said, spotting Iris from afar.Abigail sat in the middle, her head bowed like a drenched kitten. She rushed into Iris' arms, seeking refuge. Baron remained on the single couch with his legs crossed and a glass of liquor in hand. "All the fuss about gaining custody of our father's lastborn, and yet you can't even play the part of a guardian. Is this the time a responsible adult comes home?""What do you want?" Iris said.Charlotte stood next to Baron, feeling high and mighty with her sibling's support. "Don't you think you owe us an explanation for rubbing your bad luck off on that girl? What kind of guidanc
They raced through the dimly lit streets with the hazard lights on. Time seemed to blur into a hazy, surreal sequence of events. Jake's breathing was shallow and laboured, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.Iris held his hand tightly, engaging Jake with words, trying to keep him awake. Jake may be stubborn, but she couldn't help but blame herself. None of this would have happened if she stuck to her plan and got him home instead of giving in to his petty whims; she should have been stricter with him.Upon reaching the hospital, the medical staff immediately took over, whisking Jake away to the emergency room. Iris, barely holding it in, filled the doctors in on what had happened, desperately praying for a miracle. Hours later...Iris was confined to the waiting area, forced to wait on the doctors to work their magic. Dawn was fast approaching. The last time she saw Jake, he was cold and unresponsive. People in blue and white were performing chest compressions, administ
Jake had begun to sweat from staying cooped up too long. The phone constantly skated down his ear. He would wipe the screen with his palm and put it back. The network reception within the clinic was poor. But Iris did not stop trying to reach him. "Can we do this some other day?" Jake had given up on it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't maintain an erection. The naked women in the magazine could not stir him up. Iris tried the line again. Her neck spins toward the window, bouncing to the side as the vehicle drives over a small ramp. "Can you hear me?" She said. "Yes, I can." Jake's tired voice came through. "What are you wearing?" "Wha...what?" Jake lacked a better response. "I want to know what you're wearing, Jake." Iris' voice echoed with depth. "Uhh, blue jeans and a white shirt." "Good... Is your flap open?" "Ye...yes." "Then your dick is still in your hands, struggling to stay alive?" "Pfft, if you put it that way. Yes." Jake wiped the sweat off his temp
When the door shut, Iris stopped. Her ears were attentive, listening for footsteps. 'He's not moving,' she figured. Soon she became convinced that Apollo had left. Maybe with this, he would take her more seriously. Enjoying the victory of knowing her hardened crush still felt something for her, Iris forgot herself. The little movements affected the man beneath her, and she turned when his thing poked high enough."Why are you hard?" She said with her brows furrowed. "..." Jake gaped like a fish out of water, stammering. "You came on to me," his mind finally found befitting words to defend himself. "I am not in the mood for your silly complaints," Iris said. "Ugh!" Jake grunted from the weight rubbing against him and the view in the front. Iris caught him ogling when she looked down. "Oh please," she put her robes back on, rolling her eyes as she got off him. Jake felt like a moron, lying in a woman's bed with his prick desperately pointing to the heavens. He couldn't leave in t
'Act normal, Jake. Do not make a fool of yourself by staring too much.' He was ushered into a compound that exuded another level of extravagance. Jake's neck almost went stiff at the army of guards and servants flocking in when they came down from the car. "Sit at the gazebo where the servants can keep an eye on you." Iris handed her bad to one of the maids. "But I don't want to be outside. Can Jake be permitted to come to my room?" Abigail blocked her sister's path. "Abi that's not..." "My head hurts, Iris. I'm just so depressed right now and want to talk upstairs. Please." Abigail pushed harder. "..." Iris dug her nails into her palms. She could not stand being next to someone who outsmarted her once. Moreover, having a man in her sister's room was not a behaviour she wanted to condone, but how could she turn down that long face? Her baby sister had just witnessed something no girl her age should go through. "Fine, but leave the door open." Iris strutted ahead of them, refusing