David’s POV.
I spent long hours in my office today, checking the statistical progress of the latest Truman cars that had been on the market since the advertisement was released.
Reports came in from left, right, and center and I had my mind fixated on it. In between, though, my lips would part with smiles.
Progress, I thought to myself while seeing the number of demands for the cars especially from nursing mothers, and the numbers that had already been sold which was not less than a million cars.
“This is awesome,” I muttered to Charity who was standing across from me.
“Yes, boss. It is.” Charity hummed in agreement with him.
I couldn’t break my gaze away from the reports.
I was on it until nightfall. That was how much of a workaholic I am today. However, the moment ended when Claire barged into my office.
“Don’t tell me you buried your head in work throughout today.” She sighed as she came closer.
My body itched at the sight of her. Her presence reminded me of the fuck I promised her today.
Shit!
After our breakfast last time, Claire slid into my room and began making advances.
Fucking hell. I couldn’t give in to her demands because looking at the bed and rumpled sheets reminded me of the soft body I had enjoyed the previous night.
I was still basking in the feeling of having fucked Vera to think of taking Claire in the same bed.
Claire didn’t stop though. When the woman was horny, she barely read signs. Claire managed to get on her knees and gave me a blowjob.
Frigging hell! It took all my powers not to inform Vera what was happening through any sort of groan.
As Claire sheathed me at the back of her throat, I clenched my teeth, stopping myself from groaning. Fuck, that was torture.
When I splurge my cum in her mouth, she got on her feet and bared her pussy for me to take.
I lost all enthusiasm at the sight of it. The curve of her ass was nothing compared to Vera’s.
Shit, I couldn’t do it. My mind chose that moment to remind me how lose Claire’s heat was but Vera’s was tight. Tight and sweet to get lost in.
“Listen Claire. I’ve somewhere I need to be now. I guess we should meet some other time.”
“Are you sure? That means you’d be owning me two rounds.” She said, sliding her wetness over my thighs and rubbing her clit on me.
I gritted and held her off. “I promise,” I said to her that day.
So, seeing her in my workplace today, I knew firsthand she was here to get some fuck.
Hell, how do I avoid this woman? I don’t know what to do given the fact I need something huge from her father.
Before I think of what to say, Claire already marinated her lips with mine and sank deftly on my cock.
I couldn’t make it stop, not without her finding out about me and Vera which was my reason for avoiding her.
I have to be careful. Extremely at that.
Well, after she had her full of my cock with her orgasm drenching my cock, she offered to treat me a nice food.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” I tried to convince her, feeling like a complete shit for having her ride on me.
“C’mon, sweetie. It’s on me, hmm…” She said giving me the doe-eyed look with a pout of her lower lip.
“Alright then, fine.” I agreed and she shrieked in joy.
Before long, we were already driving out of the company and to an Italian restaurant.
Now that we’re here, Claire’s talking my ears off about her fashion business…
I can’t pay attention. My mind is just imagining it’s Vera sitting across from me and blabbering without a single care in the world.
“And you know what?” She asks, batting her eyes at me.
The waitress came over with our orders, serving them to us. I ordered a plate of Risotto whereas Claire ordered a Bagna Cauda dish. I’ve not tasted it but looking at it though, it looks yummy.
Scooping my food, I say to her in response to her question. “You know I’m not good at guessing, right?” I cock my brow in question, allowing a fleeting grin on my face.
“Well. I’m now one of the judges in Day Dreams modeling agency!!”
“Wow. That sounds cool. Congratulations, Claire.” I say to her, trying to share her joy.
“So, that means for every Audition, competition, and whatnot, I’ll be among those that’ll make a verdict.”
I tune her out slowly. All that fall into my vision now was the breasts that I sucked on the night before.
I devoured Vera’s nipples as I took her in the lotus position.
Fuck, the pleasure was heavenly. Her nipples are sweet as syrup.
I need to have her again.
My cock is rising at the thought of that and I swear if it had been Vera, I’d have whisked her away into a restroom and fuck her. Let her pussy fold my dick as I whisper into her ears words no other man would say to her.
Fuck!
My possessive spirit rises as images of the sins we committed file through my head.
“…I mean it, David. I honestly do.” I snap away from my naughty thoughts when I feel Claire holding my hand.
I don’t know what she’s saying but I pretend to understand. However her next words shocked me.
“I love you, David. Let’s build a family together…”
Jesus! My throat dried up at her words.
This woman is really going nuts. How can she say that?
While I blabber inwardly, my mind was instead displaying pictures of Vera with a baby bump.
That would be amazing. Then I imagine fucking her with her baby bump, I fucking won’t stop. Never.
“Claire…” I begin, clearing my throat as I think of what to say. Well, the sound of my ringtone saves me the stress.
I get the phone and check to see Andrei’s name on it.
“Excuse me. I have to get this…” I say to Claire, stand from the seat and walk over to the terrace of the restaurant.
“Yes. Andrei?” I ask.
“Boss, you need to be here.” He tells me.
“Why? What happened? Is Vera okay?” I ask him, feeling my nerves rising as I worry about what might have happened.
The instant Andrei mentioned the name “Peter” I turned to iron, unmoving.
“Peter?” I ask uncertainly and Andrei confirms it.
The man is still alive?
The one that murdered Helen?
The supposed Vera’s father?
Fucking hell! I growl under my breath in anger.
I tell Andrei I’ll be there.
Heading back into the restaurant, I tell Claire there’s an emergency with Vera.
Her eyes darkened at my words but I didn’t waste another minute waiting for her to respond.
I dash outside and hurry to my car. Putting it on reverse, I rev down the road, cussing.
“Why is he back?” I speak my thoughts into the silent air in the car. “Is he still working with the mafia?”
“Did he come here to take Vera from me and hand her over to the deadly mafias?”
I think of all the possibilities in my mind as I drive into the clearing and park my car.
A look at the old mansion with bushes surrounding it, I huff a breath.
The gate is ringed with Ivy flowers. I get close and slide through the gate, raising the ivy flowers above my head so I can pass without it being a hurdle.
As I draw closer to the house, I hear murmurs coming from the inside.
I walk into the dusty house, my feet creaking on the floor.
I find my way around following them up.
Both men stop talking when they find out it’s me.
There is a lantern shining down on them from the ceiling. With that little light, I take in the captive before me.
“Peter! You bastard!” I roar at him, remembering just how he held the gun that night and took the life of the woman I once loved.
“Says the pervert!” Peter says, unflinching.
“I thought you’re dead,” I remark and he remains quiet. “I thought by now you’d be rutting in hell,” I reveal, my eyes flashing with anger.
“If I had my way I would rather make you go to hell.” He drops, unashamed.
“Oh. What gave you the guts to show your face?” I boil, standing before him.
Without blinking, Peter locks his gaze with mine and speaks.
“I want my daughter back, Truman. Give Vera back to me!” He roars.
To be continued….