We went out for dinner and somehow, I ended up seated next to Jake. I knew grandma had a hand in it because I was meant to be seated next to dad but she had jumped in at the last minute. We tried to keep our hands to ourselves for the most part but whenever no one was paying attention, he would slide his hands up my thighs.Halfway during lunch, someone walked up to our table and I barely repressed a groan. I didn’t know if the world was against me or something because it made no sense that Charles would have somehow been at the exact same restaurant that we were. Dad smiled up at him while I tried my best not to stab him in the eye with a fork.“Mr. Davis,” Charles said flashing his brightest smile. “I didn’t realize I would be seeing you here.” He turned to my grandmother and gave her a wide smile. “I presume you must be Mrs. Davis, it is an honor to meet you.”Grandma chuckled. “Who is this young gentleman?”I snorted before I could stop myself and all eyes turned to me. I could fe
I walked into work on Monday to find Charles standing in front of my door with a cup of coffee in his hands. He shot me a wide smile and I rolled my eyes at him. I knew what he was doing and I had no intentions of playing his game. Everyone was obviously still pissed off at him and he was hoping to use me to restore his lost reputation. With Greg, they couldn’t outrightly ignore him, but Charles was fair game.“I don’t know why you’re playing hard to get, Hayley, I was literally with your family this weekend,” he added the last part out loud and I stared at him blankly.“You barged in on a family dinner and forced a seat for yourself when no one wanted you there,” I shot back equally as loud and I heard a few snickers. His cheeks heated in shame and I dropped my voice to a whisper. “I can play this game a lot better than you can, Charles. You should know better by now.” I took the coffee from his hands and took a spit. “At least it isn’t black like the last time.”“Look, it was a stup
I should have expected that my dad would hear about the flowers. They were sent to me while at work after all. Still, it was a surprise when work was over and he came to my door with his bags. We rarely ever went home at the same time, but I could see a determination in his eyes as he stood in my doorway.“I’ve been working too hard,” he began and I hummed immediately knowing there was something else coming. He had always worked too hard, it had never been a problem before. “I was thinking it would be best if we went home together for some father-daughter bonding. What do you say?”I crossed my arms over my chest. “We came in two different cars.”“I can always ask the driver to take yours home, or mine. It doesn’t matter, we can always choose a car, right?” the fact that he was stumbling over his words was amusing. “This wouldn’t be a problem if you allowed me get you a driver like I wanted.”I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t peg you as a coward, dad. Why don’t you tell me what this is real
If there is one thing that I hate more than anything in this world, it is listening to investors drone on and on about their problems as if I care about it. It is not my fault that you don’t know how businesses work and that you refused to read the contract before signing. I cannot help the fact that you signed over fifty percent of your total earning instead of your profit.People only ever get a lawyer after they have fucked up instead of to prevent said fuck up. I am a lawyer not a miracle worker, I cannot help you.I took my glasses off my face and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration as I looked at my father’s new client. To be honest, I don’t even know his name, and I don’t care. I work as one of my father’s lawyers. I am fresh out of law school so I don’t handle any of the major cases yet.“I’m sorry but I can’t help you.” I said cutting him off mid sentence. “It’s your job to help me.”“If you had brought the contract to me to read before signing then maybe I
Jake left the house soon after that with dad and when my father returned late at night, Jake wasn’t with him.My father and I have had a routine ever since I was a kid. He is a very busy man with running his company and dealing with clients. Sometimes he would be late to events at school and sometimes even miss them.But every single day, we eat dinner together at 9 p.m. in front of the massive home theatre while watching a different movie. It was his way of making up for it and he only ever misses it when he travels.Last night was his turn to pick a movie and he picked a bloody slasher movie. I couldn’t tell you the name even if I tried. I spent the entire movie bitching about the characters and ridiculing their actions which led to dad telling me to shut up which then led me to telling him to pick better movies.Then he threw popcorn at me, then I threw some back, and from there, we just ended up talking about a bunch of crazy things before he threatened to shove a sock in my mouth
The hair at the back of my neck stood on end as I took in the stoic look on his face. I nodded, wiped my hands against my shorts and followed him into the living room. He took off his jacket and tie and draped them over the armchair before turning to me.“If this is about Greg; it was not my fault.” “It’s not about Greg,” my dad chuckled, “Although, we do need to talk about him.”“There’s nothing to talk about; he was a dick and I treated him like a dick; story over.” I flashed a wide smile, “What did you want to talk about?”“I’m traveling tomorrow.” At first, I wondered why he made it such a big deal to tell me but then it hit me. “You’re not going to be here for the fourth of July.” He gave me a sheepish smile and nodded.My father and I have celebrated every Fourth of July together since the day I was born. His parents usually come over and we have this huge family barbeque in the backyard. For the last six years, Jake has been joining us as well. The barbeque will
I could hear every ragged breath that left Jake’s lips, could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he stared down at me, could see the swirling darkness in his eyes. His desire was tangible, I could taste it, see it, feel it. We were so close to each other, it was almost like we were breathing the same air, feeling the same breeze, all it took was one wrong- or right- move and we would be pressed impossibly close together.Just when I thought he would make the move, he closed his eyes and took a slow step backwards. His rejection hit me square in the centre of my chest.“I’m not playing this game with you Hayley.”He had never rejected me so plainly before. But then again, I had never made my intentions known so plainly either. Maybe it was all in my head; maybe I made up those glances, read too much into them because I wanted to believe that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Maybe I was being delusional and I’m just the annoying little girl who he can’t seem to get rid of.
I watched with baited breath as he slowly took off the jacket. He did it slowly, almost as if he wanted me to savor the moment; he wanted me to anticipate it, to want it- to crave it.The tie went next and he tossed it against my sofa. After, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It felt like hours before he was done but he didn’t shrug off the shirt. He made a twirling motion with his hands and I turned around to face him and sat on my knees.“Lie on your back.” He instructed.I did as he asked but a question was plaguing me and I had to let it out, “If you were going to have me on my back then why did you ask me to get on my knees?”“You ask too many questions.” He said after a beat of silence and I shrugged. “It comes with the job. I can’t exactly be a lawyer without asking- oh.”He hooked his hands behind my thighs and dragged me until I was half dangling off the bed. The action took me by surprise hence the little gasp that escaped me.He knelt between my legs and my breath hitc