Page 273 of Hate Mates

Tempted by Hate by Imogen Wells

Chapter One

MICKEY - AGE 21

Stepping off the lift in my father’s building, I’m greeted by the irate voice of my father verbally laying into Prudence, his secretary. She’s the latest in a revolving door of secretaries my father has had over the last few months. I can’t help but chuckle as I stride down the hall towards them. Prudence is the first secretary of my father’s he has no interest in sleeping with. Why? Because she’s almost the same age as my grandmother. The exact reason my mother picked her, that and she takes no shit from him.

Of course, who my father fucks is no longer a concern of my mother’s since they divorced three years ago other than protecting her shares in the business and to prevent him from marrying someone the same age as his son. She’s not wrong considering I’ve had the pleasure of screwing a few of my father’s workers in the last few years. Perks of being the son of one of the biggest commercial property investors in the UK.

“Dad, you think we can get this done? I have somewhere I need to be in an hour,” I say as I reach them and slap him on the shoulder. “Prudence,” I greet quickly before turning back to my father.

“Micheal, I wasn’t expecting you until this afternoon,” my father says. Pointing a finger at Prudence, he adds, “We’ll finish this conversation later.”

“Like I said, I have something to do later. What is this all about?” I ask, following him to his office and closing the door behind me.

“Something or someone?” my father says knowingly.

I smile having been called out. “Like father, like son.”

He hums and sits behind his desk. “Well, if you can manage to carve out some time in your screwing schedule for your dear old dad andboss, I need your help.”

Ignoring dad’s double standards, I nod. “Shoot. What do you need?”

“That’s it, baby,”I say, thrusting my hips and burying my cock inside whatever her name’s mouth. She gags as I hit the back of her throat, her tongue pushing my dick to the roof of her mouth and squeezing deliciously. “Take it. Take it fucking all!” I grit out from behind clenched teeth as my balls draw up, signalling the first sign of my impending orgasm.

When this cute little hottie with a magic mouth, grabs my arse with one hand and squeezes my nuts with the other, it’s game over. I shoot my load down her throat, holding her head in place so she takes everything I’m giving her.

Releasing her, she sits back on her heels and licks her lips, catching a bead of cum at the corner of her mouth. “You taste so good.”

I tuck my dick away and push off the wall I’m lent against, zipping up. “Thanks.” I begin to walk away but a hand snatches mine, tugging my arm.

“Hey, where you going?” she asks, the A grade clinger coming out.

Peeling her fingers free from my hand, I say, “Back to my friends.” She pouts, twirling a ringlet of hair around her finger seductively. “Look, you did good, but sucking my dick for me doesn’t make this anything more than a hook-up.”

“You bastard!” she cries as I begin walking away with a smug smile.

“Rod, make sure she doesn’t get back inside,” I say to one of the bouncers as the chick steps out from the alley, pointing and hollering as I slip back inside.

“Sure, Mickey.”

Inside, I stop by the bar and grab another rum and coke while I scan the place looking for Priest and Fletch before heading to the VIP area when I don’t spot them. Once there, I follow the chorus of feminine laughter coming from a crowd of women gathered around a table in the corner.

As I reach the edge of the circle, a flash of silver catches my eye, and I look over to find Roni Hart staring right at me. Her nose is scrunched, lips turned down in a grimace like she sucked a lemon. I imagine my face looks the same as hers. I take in her long chestnut hair tied in a high ponytail and svelte body encased in a tight-fitted silver dress with a slit up one thigh and a plunging neckline. A pair of bright red stilettos give her a couple of extra inches in height, making it easy to spot her in a crowd.

Always wanting to be the centre of attention, I think, as someone steps up beside me.

“The Ice Queen is here, I see.”

“Yeah, she fucking is,” I say, breaking my stare off with her to look at Priest. “I thought you said she wasn’t invited?” I say, pissed that she’s here.

“Nothing to do with me. Speak to Fletch. I know how much you two hate each other. Although, I have to admit it’s fucking hilarious watching you two go at each other.”

I punch him in the arm. “Fucking dickhead!” I stride away, pushing through the throng of women still surrounding the table to find Fletch, a woman on each knee.

“You remember you only have one dick, right?” I say, waving my pinkie finger and taking a seat.

“Yeah, I remember. But there’s more than enough to go around,” he says, thrusting his pelvis up and unsettling the girls on his lap. “You feeling left out? You want some too, Mickey?” He laughs as I give him the finger.

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