David’s POV.
“Hahaha…man please don’t get me knocked out with laughter,” Nathan says into the phone call, laughing boisterously at my words.
I don’t find it funny though but he does find it funny.
“I’m serious.” I snap just to get him to shut up and give me some goddamn advice on how to get my feelings in check for Vera.
“What do you want me to say? I’ve told you what to do. Give her an NDA and fuck her in peace. It’s all.” Nathan says again.
The thought of fucking her in peace makes my blood flood through me. It’s all I’ve always wanted but something keeps telling me that fuck with Vera won’t be that peaceful.
Cuz we haven’t been gotten deep into this naughty thing and yet I’m already a mess of emotions.
I couldn’t get my mind away from the image of that yoga instructor and the stranger at the party. The urge I feel to shackle that girl to be mine alone is borderline crazy.
Like, I don’t want her to step outside without me by side to shove all men and women away from her.
“Why are you so certain it’ll work?” I ask him, incredulous.
Nathan takes a sigh which pierces my ear. “What if I tell you I had such a dirty relationship with my step-mother?”
My mouth drops open at Nathan’s open confession. He never mentioned that to me before. Never at all.
“W…what?” I drawl, slipping to the edge of my seat. It’s almost five p. m. which means work hours’s about to come to a close.
At some point, I just stalk to the floor-to-ceiling windows to gaze into the buzzy streets of New York. It’s rush hour and traffic is already a mess.
“You see!” Nathan spits. “I never told you because of the NDA. It was stashed between the woman and I.”
That seems to convince me more. It’s not like I’ve haven’t considered giving that to Vera for her to sign but I doubt she’ll be able to cover us up.
But from what Nathan’s saying the oath written in the NDA must be strong enough to silence someone.
Hmm, I’m sure going to try this out.
“That sounds incredible, buddy.” I comment with a soft tone.
“I know right?” He chuckles and this time I grin at him even though he can’t see that.
I walk back to my computer after we end the call and refocus on the loads of emails I was glancing through.
“Sir.” Charlie’s voice impales the silence that clouds the atmosphere and I looked up to see him jerking his head inside the office through the door.
“Come in, Charlie.” I wave him in and he assembles before me with file.
“That’s what the researchers gathered from the market survey.” He says, dropping the large file on the table.
I dismissed him afterward and decided to check the file some other time.
I’m almost about to exit the company at nightfall when Claire’s call comes in.
“Hey.” I gush, sliding into the car which the driver already flutter its door open for me.
“Hi, sweetie.” She intones slowly as if she’s choking on something or isn’t feeling really well.
The last thought pricks my concern and I ask with a measured tone. “Are you okay?”
It takes her a while to respond but when she does. I barely heard her.
“I’m not. I’m…I’m almost dying, David.” She sings out. More like crying out.
I exhale hugely and ask. “Where are you?”
She tells me she’ll send me a text. I wait for it and eventually it drops.
It’s a hotel nearby so I ask my driver to hurry down there.
That woman seems to be my easy access to Mr. Oliver so I have to try and ensure she stays alive until I get the shell corporation I want from her father.
We arrive at the hotel and ask for her room number which the receptionist gave me. Then I take the elevator
to the room.
It’s a suite and before I knock, the door automatically
opens.
“Claire…” I call walking into the hallway. She isn’t there. So I check the living room. It’s
not until I heard the creaking sound coming from the room that I figured that’s where she is.
I cross the short distance and open the door. Claire’s sitting by the window, smoking and drinking and her hair looks unkempt.
The robe she’s wearing slithers off her shoulders, touching her forearms.
She looks up at me and raises her brow.
“Hey, sweetie.” She calls me, her voice husky.
I take small steps to stand in the middle of the room.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask her.
It takes her a while to speak but she does eventually, her voice dripping with contempt.
“He already found another lover.” A short humorless laugh vibrates from her lips.
It takes me a while to understand who the ‘he’ was. Her ex-husband.
“Is that why you’re…” I point at the liquor and cigarette she’s holding and ask. “Doing this to yourself?”
Claire breaks into a grin then it transforms into a chuckle.
She stands up slowly, clearing the gap between us to stand in front of me.
She takes a drag and puffs the smoke on my lips, standing on her tiptoes.
“I’m not feeling bad or anything. In fact, I’m even happy about it. It’s just…”
She trails her gaze down to my chest. Then back up to my face. “I haven’t gotten what I want myself. What I crave. I’m just jealous he had that kind of thing before I did.” She sensually drawls.
I blink a bit too rapidly at her words. Then I ask. “And what is that?”
She discards any remaining gap between us and whispers, “You, David. I want you as mine. I want you to own me while I own you. Just like he is with his new woman.”
While speaking, she snakes her slender arms around me at a snail-like pace.
She breathes over my face, the air spreading around me.
“I love you, David. I want you to always be there with me and me for you…no one else.”
I swallow the clog of lump. “Listen, Claire…”
“No, you listen, Dave.” She shortens my name.
Glaring into my eyes, Claire says. “You don’t know what it took me to survive last night or any other night with you in my mind.” She trails her fingers over my lips.
Truthfully, her words are managing to get me in the mood. It feels different when I see a woman horny and clearly begging to be fucked.
It’s what she’s doing and her tricks seem to be working.
Her hand drops lower, skating from my chest down…down…until she gropes my cock through my pants.
She clenches me and I allow a throaty moan out of my lips.
“And then I figured I’m old enough to claim the man I want. Old enough for us to have this thing between us mature into something more meaningful…”
As she says that, Claire begins to get on her knees. Her fingers working over my zipper.
It’s not lost on me the tricks she’s playing. This woman here is obsessed with me and will go to any extent in seduction to have me surrender.
I cup her head and make her gaze up at me. Lust clearly gleaming in her eyes. She smirks as I smirk.
“I might not be the one you need…” I speak but she cuts in.
“Oh, believe me, you’re David.” She whispers. “Just allow me to show you.”
Instantly, Claire seizes the opportunity and unzips my fly, palming out my cock.
I groan when she seals her lips over me.
My asscheeks hollow, my head thrown back as I reel in the dizzying pleasure of getting a blowjob.
Claire moans in between as she sucks me off. I pound into her mouth, fucking that slutty mouth of hers. However, as I do that…I find myself making comparison.
Comparing how sweet it feels to have her mouth over me and Vera’s.
Sure, both of them are experienced in getting dicks sucked but there’s something different. Something unique about the way Vera had sucked it.
She had hit the right nerves deep inside me. She made me feel swirls of emotion. Something I had never experienced.
With Vera’s mouth on my cock, I’m left under her control. She controlled me while sucking me. I was vulnerable but that’s not the case with Claire.
I’m in charge. My alpha Male vibes dominate the air around us. I’m not vulnerable. I’m not helpless before her, rather she is at my mercy.
She sucks me like I’m the man in charge. Not the other way around.
I compare these feelings. I compare the thoughts and I find myself loving the idea of being vulnerable before Vera than being in control with Claire.
I almost cut it off but I know better than to do so.
“Fuck…I love the way your dick swells in my mouth, sweetie.” She tells me, rolling my cock in both her palms.
After a short while, she gets to her feet, pleading I pound myself into her.
Claire already got rid of her robe, standing blatantly naked before me so I can fuck her.
I’m just about to catch one of her nipples in my mouth when my cell phone rings.
“Andrei?” I speak huskily. “William from the CPS is here.”
That announcement alone kills my spirit and makes my heart race. They’re here to take her away from.
Here to take my Vera.
My poor dirty slut.
I seethe at the thought.
“I have to go.” I announce, getting my phone into my pocket…
“No, David no. Please, I’m so slick and horny I can’t take it.”
“I’m sorry, Claire. This is more important.”
Then I pull the door open, taking my leave, knowing Vera is more important to me than Claire, and this William shit… needs to be tackled.
I can’t let them have her.
To be continued.