Vera’s POV.
I hum a music tune under my breath as I gather my hair in a ponytail in front of the dresser mirror.
My crisp white shirt and skimpy skirt are properly ironed. After getting my hair neatly packed, I saunter to my closet and sprinkle my floral-scented perfume.
All the while I do that, I keep thinking about what went down last night.
The way David sneaked me into my room without giving me an orgasm
made my night totally restless. Hell, I struggled to sleep through the throes of the need to cum.
That’s why the first thing I did when I woke up was to chase him to the dining and hump my body on his.
I know it’s crazy, yeah, but then I had to do it. I was this close to coming apart down there until Andrei showed up there.
I bet he’s surprised to see us but David wasn’t that conscious of Andrei finding out about us, only Irene.
Okay…days before I was happy that Irene would pass the night here because her husband traveled with the kids but now…I want her to go home so David and I can have this place to ourselves.
In my mind’s eye, I picture dad fucking me on the kitchen Island after a little distraction
from me.
Imagine him taking me on the couch or on stairs…
Fuck, it’s too dirty but seriously that’s one of my fantasy now. For him to fuck in every corner of the house.
I grab my bag and phone and just as I’m about to leave, Sage calls me.
“Tell me you ain’t totally grounded?” She voices out, I pick up the note of concern in her voice.
Ahh, yes. Did I literally forget I was grounded? Jeez, not having an orgasm can make someone’s mind jumble.
So, David just lifted my punishment? Hmmm…
I guess, having a secret affair with one’s father figure can make everything change.
I recover myself and respond to Sage. “No, Sage. Don’t worry about that.”
I slip outside and shut my door quietly behind me.
“Thank God. Girl, I was so restless last night. I thought he was gonna lock you up in an artic and…”
I chuckle inwardly. It’s kinda stupid my friend is worried about me whereas I was busy squirting all over David’s sheets as he played with my sex.
So ironic, really.
“Don’t worry, okay? Yeah, bye.” The words float into the air quickly and I cut the call when I get to the last stair.
I hear the booming voices of the men in the dining and the instant I show up, they shut their mouths.
Andrei is still standing in the same position, same as David.
They turn and look at me before David gushes.
“Are you ready, kid?” He quirks a brow and I find myself nodding. “Great.” He grunts and rises to his feet.
Andrei spares me a look and smiles as Andrei hands him the car keys.
Surprised, I twist my head from side to side before I muster some words. “You’re taking me to school?”
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David
Gazing into her eyes, I see the gleam of excitement she’s trying to hide knowing what’s
about to transpire.
My blood surges, scrolling through my body in a frenzy. I don’t know why I’m doing this but I kinda want to finish up what we started this morning.
I want to see her face writhe as I torture her again.
More like, I want to perceive the smell of her pussy again. That thing between her legs is going to be the end of me, I tell you.
I didn’t even know when I lifted my punishment on her. Yeah, it’s that stupid but I’m doing it already.
“Yes.” I give a response to her question and I catch the faint victorious grin on her lips.
She already wrap me under her fingers, so rolling me to her will is not going to be that hard again.
She wants this as much as I do.
I swallow my suddenly dry throat as I watch her nibble her lips seductively.
Oh, men. This ain’t going to be easy but I’m doing it. I’m driving her to school to avoid sporting on this boner for the rest of today or for as long as I’ll be in the office I won’t
concentrate.
I fist the key of Vera’s Audi that Andrei handed me and gesture to the door.
“C’mon, let’s go. There ain’t time again, kid.”
She veers on her heels and gives me an eyeful of her creamy thighs and shimmying hips.
Fuck, I curse under my breath spotting that. Damn, that skirt is too short. I don’t like it.
Hell, I don’t want men to what I desire the most. However, I tamp down the urge to order her to have a change of dress.
I pad outside and press my hand on the key pad, getting the car open.
Vera slides in and drops her bag behind. Gently, I shove into the driver’s seat and shut the door.
The tinted windows are up and I turn on the radio. Looking in the mirror, I pull the collar of my shirt together, Vera watches me with ardent concentration.
Seconds slip into minutes before she utters, “So you suddenly lifted the punishment, why?”
I spare her a glance before tearing my eyes away again. Then. “I guess you’ve stayed home enough.”
She gushes a disbelieving laugh. I know it sounds lame but that’s
the best excuse I can cover up with. However, Vera catches me in my act.
“Or…you want to finish what we started.” Her voice is now low, sensual…
“Kid…this is just a dad trying to look out for his child.”
She scoffs. “Just admit it for once. You want me. You want to recreate what you created last night. A sinful picture of us tasting each other. Of you fucking your palms while I watch. I know that much.”
I fist the steering with clenched teeth. Then. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself Vera.”
She stares one last time and pulls her face away, staring outside through the window. I watch the fast heaving of her chest and the blush on her cheeks.
I don’t know what pulls me but I find myself leaning in and kissing her cheeks. Her floral scent bashes into my nose and rushes down my bloodstream, accumulating at my groin.
“Buckle up,” I tell her as I start the car.
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Moments after, we arrive at the school and I drive in. That’s another of our cautious acts. We don’t let Vera get out of the car outside
rather inside the school where no one can actually see her.
The drive here was flavored with silence but I sure understand she’s kinda annoyed.
I’ll find a way to placate her.
As Vera makes to leave the car, I pull her back and whisper “Take care, kid” to her before kissing her hair.
She doesn’t speak, though. She just walks away and slams the door shut.
Oh, wait…I didn’t tell her I’ll come pick her up!
I guess I’ll come here early then.
I start the engine again and drive away.
Third-person POV.
A man in an black dress shirt and pants, with glasses on his face wandered up and down around Dame high school.
He’s on a mission and he typically looks like someone from Georgia or Russia or…
It’s kinda hard to fix the particular place he’s from but his looks resembled one from the East.
He lights his cigarette and takes a drag. All the while, muttering something into the microphone attached to his jacket.
The dark shades he’s wearing hid the fact he has one prosthetic eye. The harsh lines on his face were enough to give someone a heart attack.
“Nothing weird has happened. Are you sure the Intel is correct?” He hummed into the phone.
A voice from the other side grunted in response, making the man shake his head.
“Listen, Anton, this can’t be correct. I guess that dude only needs money from us. And now he’s got it.” He rasped out, lines of frustration adorned his face.
He’s been in the States for days now. Monitoring the place the corporate spy told them someone who looked a bit like Helen.
They all took after the knowledge that Helen’s
daughter is dead but then that Sovietnik (spy) came spilling a different story, getting their hopes high again.
If it’s true she’s not dead…then the underworld will be swept into a heated competition.
Power-thirst men of the underworld wanted the girl.
It’s that bad. But the Sokolov clan wanted to have an upper hand.
The Sokolov clan is out to get formal Pakhan’s granddaughter. Helen got away… with death precisely,
but they can’t let the daughter get away.
She’s theirs.
While he was gushing stories on how they’ll gut the Sovietnik for giving them fake information, an Audi drives into the school.
And he saw someone.
David Truman.
To be continued…