Page 13 of Possessive Mechanic

Astrid

Taking a few steps further into the shaded area I put my back against the wall, lean into it, and then breathe out a long exhale as Axel begins to speak not twenty feet from me.

Wow, I needed that.

Taking a moment to gather myself, I wait until my feet feel more steady and then push off the wall, hightailing it out of here as soon as possible.

I knew my dad had some whiz of an engineer for the meeting today, I just didn’t know it was going to be him…the man who’s been plastered in my dreams since the night I ran away from his garage, thankfully hailing a taxi on the highway onramp. If I hadn’t I have no clue what would have happened.

And I still have no clue what is going to happen considering I allowed him to enter me, to fill me with his seed, unprotected.

The strange thing is I’m not super worried about the baby, in the slim chance there is one. I’m more concerned about ever finding a ‘man’ who’s half the man Axel is, who can raise the child with the same fire and tenacity with which Axel attacks life…and me.

Although I’m not experienced in the whole relationship and sex thing, I’m not naive enough to think that that orgasm Axel gave me wasn’t one for the record books.

Jeez. Don’t most women regret their first sexual experiences? That’s what I’ve been led to believe. Then eventually they find someone they’re compatible with, have lukewarm sex a few times a year which leads to kids, and before you know it it’s a wrap. Game over.

Not Axel. That man is fire in all ways, and when he grabbed my arm it sent heat throughout my body.

Does he know how much I’ve missed his touch? How many hours I’ve spent in bed thinking about him, about us? Where my hand goes at all hours of the night and day but can’t quite find the same spot that he so expertly did?

How I daydream of him? How I suddenly have this itch that I can’t quite scratch, can’t even accurately place. I’m nervous, fidgety, and generally a mess without my monstrous mechanic.

But I can’t have him even though he’s hell-bent on the fact that I belong to him.

It just wouldn’t work. We come from two separate worlds, not to mention he’d be put right back in prison, but this time for murder, if he found out what the CFO of Astrid Enterprises is trying to blackmail me with.

One more deep inhale and I put space between us, wondering how my dad even found Axel and why he’s doing business with him in the first place. Sure he’s good, but his history is a bit of a mystery, other than the bad parts that were all over the news years ago, according to my Googling skills.

Why would dad get involved with someone like that? It’s not part of our corporate values to deal with a felon. Okay, maybe it’s not written, but we keep a squeaky clean image that would make even Disney jealous. To say our brand is family friendly is a complete understatement.

But will dad be family friendly if Axel’s super seed leads to exactly that? A child.

My phone vibrates in my hand and I flip it over to look at the screen. One notification from ‘Mr. Potter’. I took the moniker from It’s a Wonderful Life, because just like the antagonist in that film, the CFO of our family business, Ronny Brody, more or less owns the bank, as did Mr. Potter in that movie.

And has the same sour look on his face most of the time.

Running out of time. Don’t forget what happens if you don’t keep up your end of the bargain.

Setting the phone down on a table I brush my palms against each other rapidly, my body subconsciously trying to clean myself from this vile human.

He thinks he’s getting my virginity in exchange for his silence and my taking over the company. Maybe that’s another reason why I was so gung-ho on what went down with Axel a couple of days ago.

I couldn’t fathom my first time with someone who was using my innocence as a bargaining chip in their own little game. I wasn’t about to let him ‘win’, and needed to have my first experience on my own terms, despite what he’s going to think when I finally do swallow my pride and do a deal with this devil of the earth.

But what is my other alternative? My dad’s already planning to run to Brazil to avoid personal trouble and no way am I going to let the business he put everything he had to create, even naming it after me, get snatched up by some board members and whatever they plan to do.

Imagine a business with my name being sold to a conglomerate and then manufacturing who knows what? That would not feel good, especially when you’re the face of the brand.

Which means I have to take this medicine, no matter how badly I don’t want to. Even though I could tell Axel.

Would he really deliver? And if he beat the CFO, Ronny Brody, to a pulp, the highest ranking financial member at the company would still have dirt on my dad.

But if I give myself to him, then why would Axel want anything to do with me? His whole thing was I’m his and only his. And so far, that’s a fact. But if I break that, shred his loyalty, then I can’t imagine him taking kindly to my back-room negotiating. Which is why I had to stand tall and firm in his face just now.

Which is why I have to prove to myself that I’m not just some spoiled rich kid, that I can handle things on my own. That I’m an adult, my own person, and when times get tough I pull up my bootstraps and get the job done.

Time to do that right freakin’ now.

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