Chapter Four - The only mother Amethyst needed

Jason's point of view

The blond licked the rest of my cum from her face before smiling seductively back at me. She stared at me from underneath those long lashes and almost made me lose my resolve and fuck her again.

"Aren't you such a pretty little thing?" I asked her, placing my thumb in-between those plump pink lips of hers.

She kissed my finger, "You make it easy to feel pretty," She said before standing up, her walk to the bathroom so captivating. The way she moved her waist would make a man die for her.

Not me though. I had work to do and a daughter to take care of.

I had forgotten what her name was, did I even know her name from the beginning or did I bid on her because of her amazing tits? I did not even know why I decided to have sex today? Was the thought of my brother laying his hands on Isabella enough to drag me over the edge and ruin my self-imposed celibacy of almost a year.

I had no intentions of having anything to do with her ever again so I had no one to blame for this but myself.

The blond walked out of the bathroom, her beautiful skin covered with my towel while her hair glistened from the mist. At this point, she looked like someone that just walked out of a commercial.

"Like what you see?" She bit her lips after asking that question in a way to seem more seductive I guessed.

My cock felt giddy at the thought of turning her over and fucking her again.

I rolled my eyes, "Get dressed and leave," I said dryly before returning back to my laptop, I had a lot of work issues I needed to handle before it was even noon.

And when she was dressed, back into the same black gown that brought out her curves, I smiled inwardly at the fact that I had more self control now.

"I sent you the money already, make sure no one sees you on your way out."

If she was hurt by my lack of emotions, she didn't show it. She just gave me a smile, picked up her bag and walked away, there was nothing more beautiful than a confident woman.

And once I was sure she had left the premises, I could fully concentrate on my work without a single thought about someone stealing my stuff.

Zade walked into my room like it was his and propped onto my couch, "Mannnn, I can't even begin to explain," He started, ready to launch into full on gossip mode if I allowed him.

I gave him the middle finger though, "Why are you here? Amethyst doesn't come back home until twelve."

His lips formed a pout, "Can't I just spend some time with my best friend without him thinking I'm here for his daughter?" He asked, placing his hand on his chest in mock hurt, "I can't believe you."

Zade and I had been friends for so long it was practically impossible to remember when we first met. He was there when everything went to shit and was there when I got my baby girl. He was there when I left the family home for good and struggled with me till we got to this damn level.

"You need a girlfriend man," I shook my head at him tiredly, "So you'll stop following me around like a lost puppy."

"I'll never stop following you around like a lost puppy."

Zade was a trust fund kid like me but unlike me, he was a good kid and so his parents didn't cut him off like mine did.

"Did you know she's back?"

And he couldn't stay quiet for more than five minutes.

Another eyeroll, "Don't you have somewhere to be? Girls to fuck or something? Something productive to do?" The questions rolled out of my tongue without stop.

Zade stood up from the couch and walked towards the neat pile the blond had made from the towel she used. He picked it up and dropped it into the laundry basket hidden at the side of the room.

He brought out the cigarette he had hidden in his back pocket and a lighter.

"Don't you dare smoke that here," I warned with a low tone.

But Zade did what he wanted when it came to our friendship, however he opened the window and allowed the end of the cigarette to point outside.

"She's back just like you predicted, her dad's dead and her family is dirt poor, she has no where to run to," He continued like he didn't even hear what I said before.

"And Zachary is welcoming her with open arms, she doesn't know what he did and no one would tell her," He added before turning back to look at me. "Would you tell her?" He asked the one question even I had no answer for.

I wished that blond was still here.

****

There was nothing my mom loved more than to dote on her grandchild. And when I presented her with the opportunity to have Amethyst to herself for the weekend, she decided to book getaway spas and lunch for them in countries far away.

"I'm getting her acquainted with the world," She said one night when I called and discovered they were in Paris.

I could see her cheeky smile like they were in the room with me.

"She can get acquainted in the world when she's older, she's not even up to five years of age yet," I complained but I knew it was futile. My mother would do whatever she wanted now that my daughter was in her hands.

I just hoped they would be careful.

My mom came out of the car first, dressed up like a doll. I had no doubt my daughter would look like her mini me when she came out of the car.

"She needs a mother," My mom sighed the moment I stepped out of her embrace. This was the same thing she had been saying for the past years.

I nodded, "I can take care of my daughter mom, she doesn't need anyone but me," I countered the argument with the same words every time.

Everyone said I looked like my mom even more than I shared a resemblance to my dad. We had the same Chestnut brown hair mixed with flecks of chocolate and caramel but while hers caught the light and became more beautiful, mine felt a bit dull.

"And when you're away?" She asked the same question every single time.

We had the same facial features. High cheekbones and a symmetrical face made us dashing and pretty.

I walked away from her and towards the door of the car, ready to let my daughter out. She had been so focused on whatever game she was playing, she didn't even notice me.

"She'll be with you," That was the end of that conversation.

My heart almost skipped a beat when my daughter climbed out of the car and jumped into my arms. So small and perfect.

"Daddy," She screamed at me in joy, hugging me so tight I felt like I was going to faint. How much I missed her.

"Your uncle Zade is inside, I think he got you a present," I set her down and she took off to look for him.

Mom walked towards me again, "Zade spoils that girl too much," She complained.

I had to raise an eyebrow at this because this was just a situation of the pot calling the kettle black. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she blushed embarrassed.

"She's my granddaughter, I have to spoil her."

Mom wasn't going to come in, she had a few things she needed to get in place at home but that didn't mean she wouldn't remind me of my responsibility.

Get Amethyst a mother.

The only mother Amethyst needed was her real mother.