Page 24 of His Revenge
“Okay, I’m glad to hear that you’ll help me on the job front, big guy,” I begin in a somber tone.“But what are we doing together, Brad?Seriously?”
He merely kisses the inside of my wrist again.
“Fucking like rabbits while pretending to work.”
I gasp helplessly with laughter because he’s right.He’s taken me so many times in his office now that people must know.But still.I fix him with a look.
“But it’s all a secret.No one even knows we’re dating.They might suspect, but I’ve tried to keep it under wraps.”
“I know,” Brad says easily.“And I appreciate that, sweetheart, because the divorce is still on-going, and I think it’s better to play things by ear for now.But wewillgo public, once this fucking property division is figured out.I fucking hate your mom, did I mention that?She’s such a greedy bitch.”
I nod slowly.
“Yes, but what’s the hold up?”I ask.“Wouldn’t it be easier just to give Joelle some money and get it over with?I mean, I know you have a pre-nup in place, but wouldn’t it be simpler to throw her a bone?”
Brad nods, his expression smooth.
“It would, and Iwillgive her something.But I want a pound of flesh in return, and we’re going to make sure that happens first.”
I stare at him.
“Butwhatdo you want?That’s where I keep getting stuck.What could Joelle have that you want in this day and age?”
The handsome billionaire is silent for a moment, his gaze distant as his hand lightly strokes my knee.But then he shrugs.
“Her fucking boyfriend is a douche.It’s annoying.”
I stare at him because obviously, Brad’s ducking the issue.But I decide to let it go for now, and nod in agreement.
“I’ve met that guy once, and I completely agree.Brandonisridiculous.He’s twenty-seven and fancies himself a wannabe male model, complete with greasy hair and a muscled physique that bulges.But he’s no competition foryou, Brad.In fact, my friend swears that she saw Brandon in some porn clip.Can you imagine?It was a bisexual scene, too, so it’s crazy that Joelle’s with him.I’m not sure that my mom knows about the pornorthe bisexuality, to be honest.”
The billionaire is silent with his thoughts, still stroking my knee.But then he looks at me and smiles easily.
“You’re right.Brandon isn’t the problem, but Joelle and I still have a few things to iron out.But don’t worry, sweetheart, because the problem is well on its way to resolution.It’s just a matter of months now before it’s done,” he says.
“Months?”I ask with a wince.“But I feel like this has been going on for forever already!What do you mean, months?”
Brad merely pulls me into his lap before seizing my mouth in a deep kiss.He’s so powerful and commanding that I melt immediately in his arms, grasping those broad shoulders as I surrender to my man.
“Sorry, baby,” he rasps against my mouth.“I just mean that legal proceedings take a long time.They drag like a fucking dredge at the bottom of a river, but it’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about.Now, I want deep in your wet cunt, sweetheart, because it’s my happy place.Panties off, baby girl.Daddy wants pussy.”
Then, our passion erupts and I lose my train of thought to this charismatic, powerful alpha male.I’m panting and gasping in his arms again as I ride that massive horse cock in broad daylight, screaming with ecstasy as Brad fills me full of virile seed.But what is going on?Why did he change the subject, and what’s this “pound of flesh” he referred to?How will a resolution come about when he’s being so mysterious?What Idoknow is that we’re in a holding pattern, and that I’m getting sick of flying blind.I don’t want to live my life in the shadows ...but is it my destiny to be the alpha male’s dirty little secret forever?
9
Minnie
Istumble into the office the next morning, wincing with every step.It’s terrible because Brad works me over so hard sometimes that I have trouble walking the next day.My pussy is sore and achy, and I gasp slightly while lowering myself into my desk chair.Goodness, maybe I should get one of those inflatable donuts to cushion my bottom because the relentless pounding has definitely put me in some pain.Meanwhile, Juliette overhears my slight gasp of discomfort and stares.
“Is everything okay?”she asks.“You look like you just ran a marathon!”
Immediately, I pat my hair.It’s neat and tamed, and my make-up should still be fresh too.
“I do?”I ask.
“No, not literally,” Juliette laughs.“Okay, maybe a little, because runners can barely walk after they finish a marathon, and girlfriend, when I saw you stroll in this morning, there was definitely something funny about your gait.”
“Oh, it’s just these new pumps,” I say quickly, my face going beet red.“I haven’t broken them in yet and they rub against my heels.It’s so painful!I’m going to get a bunion by the end of the day, I just know it.”
