Page 21 of Fox
She’s ruined me. I should be at ease with her absence. Instead, I’m ill. I’m riddled with guilt because I know theonlyreason the brat isn’t here is because of what happened. I’m a disgusting, despicable pig that apparently has lost all control of his dick and mind.
I can’t stop thinking about that incident and how guilty I feel for taking advantage of her like that. I don’t know what came over me. She is Tony’s daughter, and I dry-humped her againsthis fucking wall. If the guilt doesn’t kill me, the humiliation will the moment I see her again.IfI see her again.At this point, I’m expecting Frank to show up, saying she signed over the rights. I’m such a piece of shit. Yeah, I wanted the shop, but not like this, not because I scared her off. This is the torturous hell I’ve been in for days now. I thought about going by her place, but I don’t know exactly where she lives. I would’ve thought that her address would be searchable with her being an online celebrity or whatever. Thankfully,I guess,she keeps her real life and online persona separate.
Yesterday, I nearly lost it. I was angry after sending her multiple texts, only to receive no response, and was about to blow up at the guys and make them get a hold of her. I mean, what the fuck? She can’t just disappear like that. How am I supposed to know if she’s okay? Not that I want to know. I mean, how ridiculous is that? Why would I give a shit? Though multiple unread texts to her would say otherwise, but that’s neither here nor there. Thankfully, I didn’t freak out and reveal my cards to the guys. Apparently, Derek had sent her a text that he was running low on one of his inks and needed a reorder, and when he sent it, she responded within a minute. I mean, all she sent was a thumbs-up emoji, but it’s still more than what I got.
“Holy shit,” Ash breathes, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Youdidscare her off!”
“No, Ash,” I grumble while smacking away his accusatory finger. “She needed to take some time off. I think she had some social media, internet thing.” It’s a complete lie, but Ash seems none the wiser as he hops off my table and stretches.
“I miss her.” He sighs longingly, and I have to fight the rush of annoyance I feel over it. Why ishemissing her? Why doIcare? “I mean, she’s hilarious and a complete ball buster.” Atlas and even Derek nod in agreement. The fuck is going on?
“Yeah,” I mutter, staring at my sketch pad. “A real delight.”
“Plus, she has that ass—”
I slam the sketch pad down on my station, the loud smacking sound grabbing everyone’s attention as I give Ash a warning look. “Careful.” I grind out while glaring at the snickering man. The surge of possessiveness I’m feeling right now is pissing me the fuck off. But fuck! He doesn’t get to talk about her ass. I am well aware of the perfection that is her tight, round ass as I was the one gripping each cheek while sucking on her…
Stop thinking about sucking on any part of her, you sick fuck.
“What Fox?” he laughs lightly. “You can hate her all you want, but you know I’m right.”
“That’s Tony’s daughter.” Is my intelligent response, and it’s absolute bullshit. “Show some respect.”Yeah, like you did when you rammed your hard dick between her thighs.
Ash bows dramatically at the waist, “But of course, I am nothing, if not a gentleman.”
Derek lets out an amused scoff as he looks up from his phone, his brown eyes fixed on the black-haired man. “Yeah?” his deep, gruff voice laughs. “Who brought you to work today?” Ash taps a finger to his scruffy chin while staring up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought. It’s not uncommon, Ash isn’t the type to remember the names of his…rides.
“Lindsey… Lucy… Something with an L.” Ash shrugs, and Atlas laughs loudly.
“You said her name was Anna.” Atlas shakes his head and Ash snaps his fingers.
“That’s right! Anna! Dude, now there’s an ass to talk about.”
Rolling my eyes and not wanting to hear any more of this conversation, I stand and head to Tony’s office, shutting the door behind me.
I need to find a way to apologize to Janie. But I don’t even know how to go about it. I took advantage of her; I manhandled her. Fuck, I’m old enough to be her father. Fuck, herfather wasmy mentor and best friend. How on earth did I let that happen? I mean, sure, Janie is attractive; that’s a given. I dislike the girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t see that, physically, she’s very pretty. Who am I kidding? Janie’s fucking gorgeous.
But her physical beauty shouldn’t negate my burning hatred for her.
And Idohave a burning hatred for her. An image of Janie standing in the showroom comes to mind, her hair as untamed and unfiltered as her massive ego, swirling around her freckled face. Her deep blue eyes. Fuck, those sapphire blue eyes are my goddamn kryptonite. It’s like gazing into the depths of an endless, crystalline ocean. Each glance draws you into a world of mesmerizing beauty and tranquility. Once you’re drawn into their hypnotic gaze, it’s impossible to look away.
Shaking my head as if my brain is an etch-a-sketch and I can erase her image from my mind, I run my hands over my face and up through my hair, squeezing the back of my neck to try to relieve some of this tension. I need to talk to her. Maybe if I call her, she would be more inclined to answer?
I’m about to hit her contact when I hear the bell on the front door chime. Walking out, I see the guys are still debating the best ass shapes.
“No, allow me,” I grumble while stalking to the front, giving the woman a small smile. She’s cute, with turquoise hair, a really cool sleeve of what looks like Halloween-themed tattoos, and a nice set of cheek piercings, making her dimples pop.
“Can I help you?” I ask, noticing she’s carrying a box. Her smile is bright and welcoming, but she doesn’t move farther into the shop and keeps her distance from me. She stays at the front door, looking as if she may bolt at any moment.
“I-Is Janie here?” She asks, tucking her chin-length hair behind her ear.
“No ma’am—”
“Stevie…please, I’m not old enough for ma’am yet.” I give her an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, force of habit. Janie is off today. Is there something I can help you with, Stevie?” A frown forms on her face as her dark brows press together in confusion.
“Really? I just talked to her an hour ago. She asked me to deliver some donuts to her work. I guess I assumed she would be here.” My expression softens, and I feel the guilt in my gut return.
