“Dude, what gives?” Miles had a frown on his face as he assessed me for being late again for the umptenth time this week, plus last week. I heaved a sigh, flopping myself down on my chair. I rubbed my face with my hand as I already knew he noticed my-- as always, disheveled look.“Hudson will so take advantage of this. He’s probably grinning right now, planning of ways to torture you.” Though he was joking, I still heard the concern in his voice for me. His face morphed into that of worry and amusement. He suddenly wheeled his chair closer and leaned to me with obvious interest. His eyebrows that were knitted together, now immediately raising when his eyes bulged in realization. “I knew it!” I shushed him when heads turned to us in curiosity. Thank god, Aiden wasn’t in his seat. I met him minutes ago when he’s out to get coffee from the pantry. The two will probably wreak havoc here. “I fucking knew it, bro. You smell like roses again. What the fuck! Who did you sleep with?! I kne
The next day, my body was absolutely in pain. I was drained. I thought I might not be able to get up from the bed. Cara forced me anyway for an early morning jog. She reminded me that from now on, I have to train or at least work out if I’m unable to. I needed to keep my body in shape so the next time they kick my ass, I’m able to stand my ground.I sighed. I’ve been slacking recently. Before this, I had my own routine. Now, I’m just her beck and call.I stole a glance at her while we jog side by side. She had a scowl on her face, glaring at people we passed by.“What's with the face?” I asked.“You should've worn your glasses.”I was surprised with her answer since it didn’t seem to relate to my question. “I only need it in front of the computer."She stops running before heaving a sigh. “This won't do.” She muttered. I barely heard it. I wondered if she's just talking to herself.I stopped. “What?” I eyed her questioningly. “I'm going to ask Franco to make you a training regimen. Y
“What are you doing to me?” I asked breathlessly as soon as our lips parted.Before she could answer, I promptly rose from the seat, realizing time is of the essence. I can’t do this right now or I won’t have a job to go back to.Cara’s legs were wrapped around my waist. She didn’t let me go when I moved to get up.“Sorry but I have to go. I’m going to be late for work.” I carefully slid her off of me, already missing her wrapped around me like a clingy koala. She hums. “Hmmn. Shame.” I grunt when I feel her hands carefully unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. “Cara…” I groaned.She leaves it open and turns around, pressing her back against my chest. She grabs my hands from behind and directs it to her breasts, guiding me on what wants me to do. Shit. I blindly followed her. I realized I was already grinding my hips while her ass danced against my crotch. I swept her long brown hair to the side and bit her neck and shoulder. Her moans urged me to do whatever the
“You're early today.”Cara leaned her hip against the kitchen island as she crossed her arms, watching me.“Yeah, I figured I'd drop by at the grocery store.” I answered while placing the bags full of groceries on the kitchen island table. She raises a brow questioningly at me, urging me to explain why I was actually here rather than at work.I sigh before speaking. “I got suspended for being tardy consecutively so I was sent home early today. I won't be working for a few days.”I was sad about my suspension and it’s only a matter of time that Hudson would fire me. Good luck finding someone who could replace me. I endured his shit for a long time now. He stole a lot of my credits, my ideas. I couldn’t do anything about it because I was scared I’d lose my job. Still, it’s hard to find a company these days that actually pays well. I thought bitterly.“Hmmn.” Her eyes continued to watch me. I set all the groceries and put everything in the fridge and shelves, arranging them in an orderl
Almost halfway through the bottle, Franco came in with food; pizza and chicken. I was too late to realize what I was doing when I invited him to sit with us and drink. I shouldn’t have done that since obviously I wasn’t the boss here. Just because I;m getting chummy with the queen herself doesn’t mean I have to act like the boss, too. Franco suppressed a smile, turning towards the kitchen and grabbing a couple of beers. He walked back to us, placing the beers on the center table before making himself comfortable on the armchair placed on Cara’s side. Cara gladly took the bottle of beer for herself.I was momentarily dumbfounded since I didn’t exactly expect that. I admit that I find them strange from time to time. I didn’t expect a mafia to act this way- not like I’ve seen a lot of them. There was one. Maxwell Reed and his men- the man who made my life took a complete 180 turn. Granted, Cara’s ways were worse but that’s when you antagonize her. However, when you don’t, she is… nice.
I was curious last night what she meant about having a long day today when I had told her that I was suspended for a few days from work. I guess now I know. She had me train for the whole fucking day.She woke me up past six, demanding me to dress up so we could warm up and then ordered me to make breakfast for her. As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt a huge headache coming. I don’t think I want to get up with this annoying hangover. But of course, Cara would have dragged me out of the bed either way.A few hours of training made my whole body completely sore. It wasn’t even the training itself that had made my muscles throbbed in agony. It was the countless times Franco beat me up or threw me on the floor- ungraciously, I might add.I still didn’t want to spar with Cara regardless if she could have done the same with her men or even better. The thought of accidentally hurting her didn’t sit well with me. In the end, she just watched me get beaten up many times. If I’ve known that the
The crowd dispersed as soon as Cara stepped into the club. For a weekday, the club sure is full. We were met with sweaty bodies and the smell of cigars and alcohol. Everyone seemed to stop whatever they were doing once their eyes met her. She tends to have that kind of effect on everyone. Men and women seem to be in a trance by the mere sight of her. I slowed my steps, falling behind. I felt so small as I walked beside her. The looks just added to the list of my many insecurities. I stayed behind her and let her lead. Her men, as always, will just be in the corner watching and observing. They’re always quick when something’s going to happen.Cara suddenly stopped in her tracks when she found her friend who was standing in the corner of the bar, a couple of meters away from us. She directed me to wait for her at the bar before walking towards the man who was grinning at her all the while. I took a seat on one of the stools as I watched them from a distance. The guy was familiar like
We kissed, we danced. I’ve forgotten what the hell I was mad about. She erased all those uncertainties and replaced it with giddiness. I wasn’t much of a dancer but fuck if I didn’t enjoy grinding against her and her plump ass.She had been so teasing. My pants feel tighter, my aching shaft all hard about to burst. I was sporting a hard on all the while when we were dancing. At one point, I almost took her here on the middle dance floor. To hell with other people. They're pretty much doing the same thing anyway. But I restrained myself knowing this woman deserves better.Still, I couldn’t restrain myself from kissing her luscious lips, her neck, shoulders, her hands, her head. Fuck I’m crazy about her. Her scent clouded my mind like a drug. I can’t stop worshiping her like a fucking goddess that she is. The sexual tension led us to her room in her bed. For a change, we were doing it slowly, taking our time to feel and worship each others’ bodies. To my complete surprise, it was the f