Page 16 of Bad Business

“Dallas.” She moans my name, and it’s all I can take.

Pushing her into the glass, I thrust my hips. Her pussy tightens around my shaft, and I close my eyes as her release draws out my own. Grunting, I let myself go, spilling my seed into the latex barrier. For a moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing the damn thing and was filling her up with my cum. Shoving the discerning thought aside, I quicken my movements as we both ride out the waves of bliss.

7

WILLOW

What have I done?

I close my eyes as the last tendrils of my orgasm fade, and Dallas sets me on my feet. My body aches in a good way, one that reminds me of the utter fuck up I’ve committed. Pushing past him, I don’t dare look at him as I hurriedly gather my clothes.

“Willow.” Dallas’s voice washes over me as he steps toward me.

His cock, once hard and buried deep inside me, is semi-erect as he tears off the condom and tosses it into the trashcan beside his desk. I’m unable to meet his gaze.

“Don’t.” I hold up my hand as he moves toward me. “This shouldn’t have happened, Dallas.”

“But it did.” He grabs his pants and pulls them on as I tug my dress over my head. “And now you’re running.”

“I can’t… this… I’m sorry.” I slip on my shoes and move to the door. “I’m sorry, Dallas, but my life it’s a mess right now. We shouldn’t have done this… I can’t risk.” She pauses, “Never mind. I’m sorry,” I say as I tug open the door and dart out.

No one pays me any mind as I hurry down the steps looking thoroughly fucked and smelling of sex. Cali glances at me from the bar, her brows furrowing in concern. I give my head a shake, silently telling her not to ask. Grabbing my bag from behind the counter, I watch as her eyes soften with understanding. Avoiding the conversation I see burning in her eyes, I hurry past her and outside. Once locked inside my car, I let the tears I’ve been desperately holding back fall.

What have I done to deserve the life I have now? Pressing my head against the steering wheel, I let myself cry. I don’t know how long I sit there like that, and it isn’t until my door is wrenched open that I notice I’m still in the parking lot. Turning my head, I find Dallas squatted beside me.

“Stop running, Willow.”

“I can’t.” I hiccup a sob. “You don’t understand… you can’t understand.”

He pushes his fingers through my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Give me the chance. Are you in trouble, Willow? Let me help you.”

“There’s too much at stake.” I whimper. “I have Juniper to think about.”

His eyes bore into my own. It’s intense and makes me feel like maybe I can tell him. Just when I open my mouth, my cell phone pings. I don’t have to look to know what it is—I’ve gotten messages daily reminding me my life isn’t my own. Dallas must sense my strife because he reaches across my body and grabs the device.

“Unlock the screen, Willow.”

Squeezing my eyes closed, I blow out a breath. “Please don’t do this, Dallas.”

“Unlock. The. Screen.” He growls his command at me. “I won’t ask again, Willow.”

With a shaky hand, I press my thumb to the screen, giving him access. He sits back on his heels and swipes the screen.

“What the fuck?” His eyes fill with rage as he reads over the many threatening messages I’ve gotten, his body vibrating with unfettered rage. He nearly crushes the phone in his hand.

“What the hell is this, Willow?” he growls, his voice shaking with barely controlled anger.

I stare at the screen, my heart plummeting as the familiar words glare back at me. They’re messages I hope would never come to light, words that haunt my every waking moment, reminding me of the mess my sister left me with.

“It’s nothing,” I say, but the lie sounds weak even to my own ears.

“Nothing?” he roars, tossing the phone across the interior of the car—the device bouncing off the passenger door. “That doesn’t look like nothing. Who is this, Willow? Who’s threatening you?” His eyes are wild, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths.

“I can handle it,” I say, my voice trembling. “I don’t need your help.”

“The hell you don’t,” he snaps, grabbing my arm and pulling me close as he presses my upper body into his chest. “Who is this? Who’s doing this to you?”

The fear and shame that have been my relentless companions rise, suffocating me. I’ve worked so hard to keep this part of my life hidden, to protect Juniper and myself. But now, it’s all unraveling.

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