Ethan POV
“Ah… I’m really sorry, Grandpa.” I heard Melinda’s voice behind the closed door.
“He’s gonna change. Can’t you give him more time?”
Now, grandfather sounded like the desperate Melinda a moment ago.
Really? What does he want to gain by getting me married?
“Just a little time will do.” He added.
I pressed my ear against the door, listening with bated breath.
I’d be damned if Melinda changed her mind. No! Not after that session in the office.
Not after I made her moan her lung out.
“He’s not ready to change,”
A sigh of relief rippled from my chest and escaped through my lips.
Fuck! She didn’t changed her mind, and she’s fucking right. I’m not ready to change.
“Ethan is not ready to be committed. Even if he’s forced, he’s going to cheat.” Melinda sighed. “and I’m not ready to give myself false hope.”
“I understand….”
Yeah! I punched the air, laughing silently, not minding the curious look I’m getting from his secretary.
“I’ve ugly memories with a man like him.”
Ugly memories indeed.
“It’s okay.” Grandpa said. “I fully understand you.”
“Thank you, Grandpa.”
“It’s okay, of course. But… ”
But? What but?
I leaned closer to the door, my breath hitched in my throat, waiting for what next he’s gonna say.
I hope he’s still not trying to persuade her.
“You’re still gonna stay in this company.” Grandpa added.
I hissed inwardly. That doesn’t concern me in any way. As long as she doesn’t try to get in my way, then everything is settled.
She might stay if she wants.
“Alright, grandpa.”
I sighed again, punching the air.
The greatest news I’ve ever heard since this morning.
Before Melinda could check out of Grandpa’s office, I ran away from the spot to take the lift.
“We always ran into each other. Is this a coincidence or you’re making it happen on purpose?”
Turning to face the owner of that voice, Nicole fell in step with me.
“You think I’d missed you?” I scowled.
“You bet.” He smiled. “I heard your date went wrong.”
“Are you tryna pour more salt into my wound or are you trying to console my broken heart?”
“Are you sure your heart is broken?” Nicole scowled.
“You bet.”
Nicole held my shoulder. “And I heard that your date is back.”
“You tell me you didn’t plan that with grandpa.”
“Ouch. That hurts, Ethan.” He pouted. “Grandpa only wants the best for you.”
“The best my dick!” I spat. “and he thinks the best is to get me hooked up with a girl? ” I scoffed. “What a nice word to use, dear brother.”
We both climbed down the stairs.
“Maybe he should have got you engaged instead.”
“I didn’t find that funny.”
“Well, I did.” He mumbled. “I guess my luck didn’t work on you. I’ll be wishing you another… ”
“You don’t have to, ” I gave him a cheeky grin, leaning closer to him. “My date doesn’t want anything to do with me. How lucky could I have been?”
“I… ”
“And you know I’m not the type to stay with a woman.”
Nicole blinked rapidly, his forehead creased as he surveyed me under his eyes.
I have my way with everything, you know.
“Lucky you.” Nicole sighed.
I placed my hand on his shoulder, leaning more closer to him such that our faces are only inches apart.
“When you meet your fiance, and you don’t like her, tell me, I’m gonna help you in chasing her away.”
Nicole smiled shortly, his cheeks sinking into two adorable dimples.
Fine! I love my brother. Sometimes, he fucking remind me of my own mom.
I pulled away from him and smiled.
“Wish me luck rather.”
“My offer is always open, Cole.” I winked.
Nicole grinned at me, he patted me lightly on the shoulder before he walked away.
Pathetic. So pathetic.
He can’t do anything except to follow what grandpa wants.
Only if he could stop being uptight and all serious in that overly ironed suit and office shirt. Only if he could lose himself to the world and stop worrying his head over some fucking company paperwork, then his life will be much fun.
I sighed, dipping my hand into the pocket.
Well… It’s not my choice to make.
“Let’s head home now, Sam!”
****
I stopped on my track when I heard some loud blaring song coming from the living room.
Wait…! Who’s playing music this loud and so disturbing?
I walked briskly to the door and pushed it opened.
I stuck in my head first to peep at the intruder and my eyes fell on Dawn.
Fuck! My dick twitched in my pants. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I watched my kitten.
She’s busy twerking, obviously oblivious of my arrival.
Her body moved to the rhythm, twirling and shaking her bum.
Goddamned it! That’s too dangerous for my eyes, but so good for dick.
I pushed the door open and entered fully.
Dawn is still so oblivious of me and so into her dance.
It’d be better if I had that ass bouncing on my dick instead of just watching it.
“Ethan?”
Kitten exclaimed when I turned off the music. Her face was covered in beads of sweat rolling down into her clothes.
“You… You’re here.”
“Obviously.” I gave a cheeky grin, taking a step to her.
Dawn moved back, her arms subconsciously wrapped around her body as she tried to hide her crimson red cheeks from my sight.
I chuckled. I don’t need to see her embarrassed or shy, I’ve seen enough, enough to make me want her more.
“You. You can twerk.” I said more like a statement than a question.
Dawn passed a tongue over her lips and looked away from me. She took another step back.
“How much did you see?”
“Enough to make me horny.” I smirked.
Dawn scoffed. A frown on her face as her eyes trailed down between my legs.
“You’re a joke.” She scoffed.
“Well, not my fault.” I sat on the sofa, resting my head back. “I wasn’t the one who told you to start twerking in my house. You nearly murder me, you know.”
“That’s why you’ve got a hand, isn’t it?” She wiped her sweat away. “You could have knocked.”
“In my own house?” I arched my brow.
What a funny little kitten. Lucky her that I didn’t get to see her in only her panty, I will never have warned her before I pulled into her from behind.
Dawn sneered. “Fine!” She seethed. “You won.”
Of course I always win.
Leveling my gaze with her, I patted my dick beneath my pants and winked at her.
“What?” She asked, awkwardly looking from my face down to my dick.
“Well, little daddy wants your attention.” I smiled. “Turn on the music and let’s have that ass bouncing on my dick.” I winked.
“What?” She stepped back, her face turning more red. “Are you kidding me?”
“Not in your dreams, kitten.” I smiled. “You didn’t expect me to leave this thing like this, did you?” I pointed at my bulge, impatiently bulging out of my pants.
Fuck! I know you’re impatient. Just chill a bit till we succeed in cajoling our kitten.
“No.” Kitten shook her head, but her body was saying another thing.
Her eyes kept darting from my face to my bulge.
“C’mon, honey,” I grinned, gently slapping my dick.
It hurts as fuck, and only her ass could chase away the pain.
“You also want this.”
“N… no…”
“You need not shy away,” I mumbled. “It’s also what you want. You want this, kitten.”