I had thought I would miss Deborah's parents' anniversary party even though I arrived earlier than expected but I needed to reconnect with her for the sake of my sanity. I hardly slept last night with the thought of doing nothing but going to find the hazel-eyed Rose thief and fuck her till I exorcise her from my blood. She got me doing food delivery and washing her clothes, and undies like some weirdo. Christ! And even though I had no intention of visiting the office today Saturday I went anyway just to have something else to occupy my head but that didn't stop my raging libido. Then I found myself getting dressed to attend the party at the last minute. I knew I was more than fashionably late, but I wasn't thinking of socializing. I needed to get laid and stop acting like a sex-starved freak after a minor.Deborah's family home was on the third street from ours. I got there and saw that a lot of cars were parked in the compound which meant this wouldn't be awkward.I found a secluded
“I’m sorry Mrs. Sullivan, but I have responsibilities and must work. That's how people like me stay rich,” I said with a sarcastic undertone. The corner of my lips tweaked with a mocking smile.“Work—you men and work. What about us, huh?” she said as she stylishly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my trousers’ band, and pulled down my zippers. Then smiled at me through her long fake eyelashes. She proceeded to pull down my pants and I let her, then she stroked my hardened cock, dipping her hand inside my boxers to free it. She gasped. I let out a soundless sigh, thinking the bad boy was finally getting some action, and I can now stop thinking about … shit! ‘Don’t think of her, damn it!’ I thought as I shook my head to wade off my line of thought.“Wow. Just wow! I knew with your build you must be big, but my God, Evan Sterling you pack quite a punch. Deborah is a lucky girl! Look at this big bad wolf, ready to devour—”I didn’t say a word. What was there to say to that? She was Deborah’s
“Estera, before you leave can you take care of table ten,” my supervisor; Matilda, said as I exited the employees' changing room. I was startled to a stop, and her eyes wandered down my outfit. “Sorry, I need to make some calls,” she added, noting that I had already changed from my uniform and was ready to go. “You don’t have to change back, it’s Evan Sterling with some of his friends,” she said and turned away. The older woman probably imagined since I lived with my aunt on the Sterlings' estate, I would be well acquainted with their son. Of course, she wouldn’t know that the last thing I wanted was to appear as ‘the help’ to Evan Sterling. It’s been close to three weeks since I last saw him when he came to drop off my clothes and since then it just seemed like he dropped off the face of the earth. It was a sheer struggle to not question my Aunt about him. For some reason, I felt a bit hurt that he had shipped me to a corner of his mind and moved on when I was still stuck on the even
If he thought he could embarrass me further he would be grossly disappointed. I balanced the silver tray on my hip, collected the ball pen from him, and read the question aloud, “A man is five times as old as his daughter. Five years ago his age was nine times half his daughter's current age. How old are the man and his daughter?” I paused and met his gaze, “Do you want me to work it out for you, or do you just want an answer? Cos the daughter is 10 years old while the man is 50 years old.”“And I am to just take your word for it?” he replied without a gleam of emotion in his icy cold eyes.“Are you saying I am wrong?”He carelessly shrugged and replied, “I am saying I know the answer, but I want you to work it out — step by step.”“This should be good,” Brian laughed.“She couldn’t even figure out the right room temperature for the wine and you expect her to work an equation? She probably guessed that answer or saw it somewhere before — I mean she works here... Come on, Evan, let the
“I prefer…” I started to say, but he didn’t give me room to finish. He invaded my personal space and leaned into me with his face barely an inch away from mine to the point that I could smell his intoxicating cologne and the wine he just had for dinner on his breath.“GET. INSIDE!” he enunciated through gritted teeth, making me flinch as he grabbed me by the forearm and glowered at me.I glared back at him, letting out a gentle huff, and allowed him to shepherd me inside the car. He waited for me to settle in before slamming the door hard. “What is your problem?!” I snapped. ‘What has gotten into him?’ I thought to myself, watching him march back to the driver's side and get inside the car. He jerked his seatbelt on and literally zoomed down the road as if we were in some car race!I wanted to tell him to slow down, but when I glanced at him his face was tensely held forward and I could see he was working his jaw. Evan was evidently angry but I have no idea what I had done. I swallowe
It took everything in me to drive away from her. I wanted to kiss her, hell, I wanted to rip off her dress, carry and put her on my lap and let her feel every inch of my cock inside her pussy. Right from the moment, she walked out of the kitchen with the clinging dress, molding her luscious curves, I had thought of nothing else. Making her work the math was in a bid to find something that would make her less perfect, less desirable. Instead, she had aced it. I had enjoyed her proving Joyce wrong though, albeit to my detriment. Because the action only increased my need to claim her as mine. I hadn't appreciated Joyce insulting her but chose to let it go. I didn’t want it to seem like I was favoring Estera. I knew how vindictive women around here can be. I wouldn’t want Joyce deliberately seeking Estera out for some perceived revenge. Of course, she didn't know that. And obviously thought I had snubbed her. I shouldn’t have taken Joyce to that restaurant but I wanted… no, I needed an e
After last night’s encounter with Evan Sterling, I thought to avoid him like the plague. I made a few resolutions while I struggled with insomnia. And every single one of them boils down to me running in the opposite direction whenever I see him. Except he took that choice from me. The following day after work I found the same grey sports car that he used to drive me home the previous night waiting outside as I walked out of the restaurant. I first thought perhaps he just entered the building and was wondering why he loved visiting restaurants late at night. But then I saw a uniformed chauffeur exit the car and approached me. The man was of a typical average American height, and weight with light brown eyes, clean-shaven, with hair cut low to his scalp, and I guessed he couldn’t be less than fifty years old.“Miss Roberts?” he called hesitantly with a hint of Texas drawl and sounded like he wasn't entirely certain it was me.“Yes,” I answered.“Good evening, Mr. Evan Sterling, assigne
After Evan’s stunt with the car and Henry, I figured he would return in a day or two and I would be able to grill him as he said but that didn’t happen. And after waiting for his return for about seven days, my feelings changed from indignation to anxiety. I grew more anxious with each passing day he didn’t show. And when three weeks passed without him reaching out to me I waited for my aunt to return from the Sterling’s mansion one Friday night.“Aunt Sophia, have you heard anything about Evan Sterling?” I asked after she had settled down for her nightly reading. She removed her reading glasses and peered at me.“He is out of town, darling,” she replied with a knowing glint in her eyes. “He sometimes leaves for months, global throttling, overseeing his family businesses. But he always comes back,” she explained.“Okay,” I said in a small voice and turned away, feeling really close to tears that he would still be gone for much longer. I suppose my aunt saw my dejection at the news, an