Stanton Series Box Set: Stanton Series (Box Set)

by T L Swan

“What?” Adrian snaps.

  “He’s blackmailing her,” I whisper.

  “Who?” Adrian frowns. “Go back. I’m confused. What you are talking about?” I snatch the statements from the desk and storm into my office with Adrian and Ben hot on my heels.

  “Leave me alone please,” I snap as I drop into my seat and spin in my chair to turn my computer on.

  Ben nods and leaves the room immediately but unfortunately Adrian has never been in the army and has absolutely no regard for my requests. He stands next to my desk with his hands on his hips. “You think he’s blackmailing her?” he asks.

  I nod as I bite my bottom lip in thought.

  “What about?” he frowns.

  I shake my head. “Think about it.”

  Adrian leans on my desk as he thinks and he shrugs.

  “He has something on her and she is paying him to be quiet,” I sneer.

  His eyes widen as he works it out.

  I’m furious. I dial Natasha’s number. “Hi baby,” she answers. “You ok?”

  I shake my head as I try to calm my anger before I speak to her. “Hi presh. I have to ask you something.”

  “Ahuh,” she says.

  “When my mother told you she had an affair did she tell you anything about who it was with?”

  She goes silent.

  “Did you hear me?” I reply.

  “Um, Josh, does it really matter?” she murmurs.

  “It does,” I snap.

  She blows out a deep breath. “She said it was with a family friend, Josh.”

  I close my eyes as bile rises from my stomach. Adrian walks around in front of me to see what I am doing and I angrily point to the door. “Get out Murph!” I mouth.

  His face drops in disappointment and he quietly leaves the room.

  “Babe, I have to go,” I reply.

  “Josh, what’s going on?” Natasha asks.

  “Nothing, I will talk to you tonight,” I reply.

  “Don’t leave your office without your guards, ok?” she asserts.

  “Natasha, not fucking now!” I snap. God, I’m not in the mood for this shit.

  “Jesus, you’re a grouch. See you tonight.” She hangs up.

  I put my elbows on the table and my head in my hands. Could this situation get any worse?

  My door opens and Cameron saunters in, seemingly without a care in the world. “Listen, tell your future wife to stop nagging me. I’m not having a guard so she can just back the fuck off already,” he snaps.

  “Shut up!” I yell.

  He frowns as he flops onto the couch. “What crawled up your ass and died?”

  I pinch the bridge of my nose as I try to hold it together. “Seriously, just go Cameron,” I whisper. “I can’t do this right now.”

  “What’s wrong?” he frowns.

  I shake my head as anger renders me speechless“Stan, what is it?” he asks again with worry in his voice.

  “James Brennan is blackmailing Mother. She has transferred six million dollars of my money to his account over the last two years.”

  His frowns. “What?” he whispers.

  I nod as I hold my forehead in my hand with my elbow on the desk.

  “So does that mean?” His voice trails off as he thinks out loud.

  “I’m guessing he is the one with the AB blood type,” I reply.

  “You think James is your biological father?” Cameron gasps.

  I nod solemnly.

  “Oh my god, what about Dad?” he sighs.

  “I know,” I murmur into my hands on the desk.

  Cameron thinks of something and puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile.

  I shake my head. “You think this is fucking funny?” I snap. “You are such an imbecile.”

  He bubbles up a chuckle. “No, but you do realise that this means that you lost your virginity to your sister?”

  My eyes widen as I join the dots.

  He laughs again. “You are one incestuous bastard.”

  “Shit, don’t ever tell anybody that,” I mutter.

  He shakes his head. “Seriously, this is messed-up complicated shit. What are you going to do?”

  I pick up my phone and dial my mother’s phone number.

  It rings three times. “Hello Joshua,” she answers quietly.

  The hurt in her voice cuts through me. I want to go back to a time when I loved my honest mother… but I know that’s not possible. She is gone, along with the fantasy life I had.

  “Who?” I snap.

  “Joshua,” she whispers as I hear the tears in her voice.

  “Who?” I yell, unable to control my anger.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she sobs.

  “I know who!” I yell.

  “What?” she whispers.

  “James fucking Brennan!” I scream and Cameron puts his head into his hands, unable to handle this situation.

  She starts to cry. “Please, Joshua, I’m begging you. You can’t tell your father.”

  Contempt and hate fill my every cell. “Which one are you talking about, you dirty whore?” I sneer.

  She sobs loudly and Cameron walks out of the room, obviously unable to handle this conversation.

  She stays silent on the phone as she tries to compose herself. “Both,” she whispers.

  I close my eyes as the hatred starts to drip feed into my bloodstream. I feel the cold of the poison start to pump through me.

  “Let me get this straight?” I sit back on my chair and swivel as I think. “You continually slept with your husband’s best friend and one of your best friends’ husband for over seven years.”

  She stays silent.

  “And you had two of his children,” I sneer.

  She still stays silent.

  “And now you give him my fucking money!” I scream.

  She starts to cry. “Joshua, how do you know that? Please calm down.”

  I swivel on my chair. “You have twenty-four hours to tell Dad, Wilson and Scott.”

  “Joshua please?” she begs.

  “This time tomorrow I ring them all!” I scream and hang up furiously.

  I sit at my desk with my heart pumping hard in my chest. Never have I been so enraged. So hurt. I feel sick to my stomach.

  Cameron walks back in, quietly closes the door behind him and sits down on the chair at my desk. His haunted eyes meet mine. “Did you have to call her a whore?” he growls. “I don’t want you speaking to her like that.”

  “If the name fits,” I mutter under my breath. I take out my phone and scroll though my contact list until I get to a name that I now despise: James Brennan.

  I dial the number and it rings.

  “James Brennan,” he answers. My eyes narrow. I have only ever had respect for this man… yet another lie in my pitiful life.

  “This is Joshua Stanton,” I reply.

  “Hello Joshua,” he says jovially. “To what do I owe this pleasure, young man?”

  “You have seven days to repay my six million dollars or I am going to the police to have you charged with blackmail,” I sneer.

  He stays silent on the other end of the line as he thinks.

  “I will email you the bank account to put it into,” I reply coldly. What kind of man sleeps with his best friend’s wife?

  “I could destroy her,” he growls.

  I close my eyes in regret. “You already have.”

  It’s 7 pm and I have been stalling at work as I try to calm myself down before I go home to my girl. I don’t want to be angry around her. This isn’t her fault and my mother has caused enough discomfort for Natasha for this lifetime. I stand in the lift to our floor at the Montage in Beverly Hills and to be honest I am looking forward to having my own space with Natasha. This roomy thing is getting on my nerves. I have two guards with me and I know Ben has stepped up security again. Who was it that broke into my house last night? I just wish we had confirmation that it was a random robbery gone wrong and then I will be able to relax again.
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br />   We get to our floor and walk down the corridor where I see a guard outside each of the rooms, obviously where the girls and Cameron are. This is ridiculous and I feel my anger rising again that we all have to live like animals in a petting zoo.

  Ben hands me a card which I swipe and enter. “Thanks,” I mutter as I close the door and I turn and see her. Instantly a smile comes to my face.

  Natasha is wearing a white robe and her hair is in a messy bun. She is makeup free and breathtaking.

  She leans up onto her toes and puts her arms around my neck. “Hello, my beautiful Lamborghini,” she purrs as her lips meet mine, then she undoes her robe and lets it fall to the floor.

  I smile. “Now that’s a greeting I like.” I bend and inhale her scent deeply. Being with her makes me feel instantly at ease.

  “We are alone in an apartment so we won’t be needing clothes.” She smiles.

  I grab my tie and start undoing it. “Good.” I smirk.

  A knock sounds at the door. “Room service,” someone calls from the other side and I roll my eyes as Natasha dives for her robe.

  She quickly redresses and opens the door. “Please, this way.” She smiles as she gestures with her hand to the table. My eyes flick around the apartment. This is nice. Very old Hollywood. I walk to the bedroom and check it out. Mmm, I could live here. The room attendant puts down five trays on the table while another brings in a bottle of champagne and an ice bucket and opens the bottle. My eyes flick to Natasha in gratitude. She knows me better than anyone. I give her a wink and the waiters all leave the room.

  Natasha pours me a glass of champagne and passes it to me as she gently kisses my lips.

  “I got you dinner, baby.”

  I smile softly. “I’m not hungry, presh. You eat it.” I sit down at the table.

  Her face falls. “I know you haven’t eaten today.”

  I smirk. “How do you know that?”

  “Because I know you. You can’t eat when you are stressed,” she replies softly.

  My eyes drop to the salmon on the plate. I could think of nothing worse than eating that right now.

  I blow out a deep breath. “Tash,” I whisper sadly.

  Her face falls and she comes over and sits across my lap like a child and wraps her arms around my neck. “Please, just eat it.” She pulls a cute face. “For me?”

  I drop my head.

  “Josh, I know it’s hard to see the forest for the trees at the moment. This is overwhelming, but you need to know that even though everything outside this room is a nightmare…” She kisses me gently and I feel myself melt a little. “What’s in here… ” She puts her hand on my heart. “Between us… is so pure and so perfect that it counteracts anything negative in our lives. I love you so much Josh and we are so blessed to have each other.” She kisses me again. “It doesn’t matter what goes on out there… because we have perfection in here,” she whispers.

  I pull her close to me and smile into her neck as I inhale deeply. I love this woman.

  “And I have a surprise for you if you eat.” She stands and goes back to her seat opposite me.

  I raise my eyebrows. “A surprise?” I ask.

  She takes a bite of the bread roll she has just buttered and hands it to me.

  I take it. “What’s the surprise?” I ask.

  “I thought I would give you a two-hour massage when we are finished.” She raises an eyebrow in question.

  I smirk and grudgingly pick up my knife and fork and start to eat my dinner like the pussy-whipped man that I am. She is right… as usual. I need to get some perspective on this situation and not eating will not help.

  I smile at the beautiful woman sitting across from me and she smiles back. “Thank you,” I murmur as I place my cutlery back onto my plate. I lead her into the bathroom and am blessed with the site of a double-massage table in the centre of the bathroom surrounded in darkness and lit only by candles. God, she knows me well. I need this tonight.

  I slowly undo her robe and it falls to the floor, my eyes drop to her lips as my hand drops instantly to between her legs. I don’t have it in me for foreplay tonight. I want to fuck… and I want to fuck hard.

  Her head throws back as I impale her with two of my fingers. I need all of her. Tonight’s the night I’m taking it. Blood rushes to my cock at the thought and I bite my bottom lip to stop my hips from pumping by themselves.

  “Shower,” she whispers.

  Hmm, I inhale deeply as my lips drop to her shoulder and I kiss her gently. I lick from her collarbone to her neck and up to her jaw. Natasha’s eyes close and she throws her head back.

  “Joshua, shower,” she whispers again.

  I step back from her and start to rip my shirt out of my pants aggressively as I undo the buttons double time. I crack my neck hard. Natasha rips at the fly of my pants to undo them quickly, sensing my desperation. I need to bury myself so deep inside that beautiful ass that I can’t see straight. I rip my pants down in one quick motion. The thought of what I’m about to do to this beautiful body of hers is almost too much to comprehend. I’ve waited eight years to take her there. We step into the shower and under the hot water and instantly I push her soft body up against the wall and bend my knees to rub my shaft through her dripping wet flesh. Fuck, she’s perfect. Her mouth is open and soft, like her body. My eyes close in pleasure at the visual of her. I will never get enough of this beautiful creature,. I am the only man who has ever seen her like this and I am the only man who will ever see her like this. It’s too much to handle and I crack my neck hard again. Natasha Marx and her beautiful tight cunt is enough to send any man insane with lust… and love. How did I ever get this blessed?

  “Josh,” she whispers frantically.

  I bring her thigh around my hips to give me better access and I slowly sink in one finger as I twist my hand. My eyes close at the feeling of her soft wetness, she whimpers softly and the sound goes straight to my cock. Unable to hold myself back, I push another two fingers into her and she winces as her body instinctively pulls away from me.

  “Oww, baby, gently,” she whispers into my mouth.

  Shit, I shake my head. I need to slow down. I instantly remove my fingers and kiss her neck gently as I try to calm myself down. I can’t hurt her. It’s my biggest fear that in my heightened arousal I will hurt her. I can’t ever lose control with her. She’s so soft and gentle, so tight… so everything I ever wanted. Take it slow, take it slow. I inhale deeply, take it slow. I slowly pick up the soap and turn her body away from me.

  “Let me wash your back, sweetheart,” I whisper gently.

  She turns and kisses me over her shoulder and her eyes search mine.

  I frown. “What?” I ask.

  “Why do you feel sorry for me?” she whispers.

  I frown. “What do you mean?”

  She turns in my arms and slowly runs her tongue through my mouth. “You only call me sweetheart when you feel sorry for me,” she whispers.

  I smile. “Do I?” I whisper.

  She smiles and nods. “Why do you feel sorry for me tonight?”

  My eyes hold hers and my chest rises and falls. How does she know me so well?

  “Tell me,” she whispers into my lips.

  “I want to hurt you,” I whisper as my lips find hers. My tongue dives deeply into her mouth as my hands grab her ass and bring her up to rub her onto my erection.

  “You would never hurt me, Joshua. I trust you… with my life. It’s ok—you can have what you want,” she whimpers.

  My heartbeat starts to pump in my ears. “Let me massage you tonight, presh. I need to really touch you, baby.”

  She smiles and kisses me slowly as her hand drops to my penis and she slowly strokes it in an upstroke. My eyes close and I hiss in ecstasy.

  “Do you know how much I love you, Joshua?” She kisses me again as her hand milks a burst of pre-ejaculate.

  I smile into her lips. “Do you know how much I fucking adore you, my beautiful girl?”
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  She nods and turns off the tap. “I’m ready for my massage, Mr Stanton.”

  My eyes hold hers. Is she? Is she really ready? I can’t hold it back any longer. I need this.

  Natasha

  I lie on the massage table and Joshua smirks as he slowly pours oil onto his hands, then rubs them together to warm it up. I drop my head and smile into the hole in the table. Unlike the last time I had a massage I can actually relax this time. The room is steamy and darkened, lit only by the ten candles surrounding us. His hands start at my left foot and he kneads it between his fingers.

  “This is just what I needed tonight, presh. You know me so well,” he purrs.

  I smile again into the hole in the table. I was hoping I could relax him this way. Cameron told me today about James Brennan and the way Joshua was losing it. I knew I had to bring out the big guns.

  Joshua’s smooth oil-covered hands rub up and down one calf muscle and I feel myself sink into the table more deeply. Mmm, this is good. For twenty minutes he stays focused on my legs and rubs back and forth, and my body moves with his rhythm up and down the table. With a white towel around his waist, Joshua pours more oil directly onto my behind and I sigh at the contact. Strong hands rub my buttocks in circular movements and I feel myself smile once more. Oh yeah, I needed this too. He massages me deeper, up my back and then over my shoulders for another half an hour by which time my skin is dripping in oil. I put my head to the side and watch him as he rubs me. He’s concentrating, his eyes are hooded and dark and I know that massaging me is not the only thing on my strong man’s mind. He brings his body up parallel to my face and starts to really rub deeply into my back and my body slides forward with every deep rub of my arms, shoulders and back. This is heavenly. I start to feel a deep relaxation sweep over me that I haven’t felt in a very long time.

  “Roll over, presh,” he murmurs, concentrating deeply. I smile softly as I roll over onto my back and our eyes lock in the darkness. Dear god, I love this man. He starts to rub my chest, kneading my breasts in a circular movement. My eyes close involuntarily and my lips fall open. He bends and very gently takes them in his. “So perfect,” he whispers.

  I smile into his mouth and I feel his warm fingers slide over my oiled sex, and he inhales heavily as I feel his arousal start to intoxicate the space. When Joshua Stanton becomes aroused it can be felt in the next room. I am one lucky bitch. Backwards and forwards his hand rubs over my lips and my legs have parted by themselves. One hand kneads my breast and the other kneads my sex. His hands are strong and start to really rub me deeply as his eyes stay locked on mine. My eyes flick to the towel and I can see his large erection lying up against his stomach through the towel. A burst of creamy arousal bursts the damn and he hisses gently as he feels it rush to meet his fingers. I turn and undo his towel and am blessed with the sight of his hard-as- rock penis, the beautiful cock that pleasures my body so often. I know every thick vein that runs its length and it hangs heavily between his legs. I take him in my mouth and lick up the length of it. His eyes close at the contact and my legs fall open in a silent invitation. With his fingertips he starts to circle over my swollen lips, backward and forward over my clitoris, and my back arches off the bed as my body chases a deeper touch. In slow motion I watch him stop and pour more oil onto his hand and then directly over my vagina, and it runs down between my legs. He then rubs me hard and deeply from my sex down to my behind, long deep circular movements, and my body bows off the bed to meet him. I close my eyes and start to suck him hard. I am blessed with the taste of pre-ejaculate… fuck he taste good. I groan at the sensation on my tongue and feel his teeth gently bite one of my nipples. Holy shit, this man is hot. He keeps rubbing me deeply and my body is writhing on the table. I need him inside me… now.