by P. A. Jones
“Okay, tell me in detail what you did with him.” Carrie sat on my bed, her expression full of questions. She was very curious about my night and she just wouldn't just let it go until I told her the truth.
“Nothing happened, Carrie. I'm not sleeping with him and I didn’t. My tire went flat and I got wet. And beyond that a storm warning was issued for that area, so I slept in his bedroom.”
She threw a pillow at me.“Woo-hoo. And he slept in the same bed, but then we were like kids so we just cuddled and slept after a sweet kiss.” She made a smooch face.“You expect me to believe that?”
I giggled.“Nothing happened. We didn't kiss and he slept on the couch.” I threw the pillow back.
She looked at me for a second.“I can see it went well, whatever happened. After all, it's been a while since I saw you blushing like that.” She grinned.
“I'm not blushing. It's just...” I was stuck. I didn't have anything to say to her.”“I'm taking a bath. We can head out to go shopping after that.”
***
Half an hour later, we were driving in my Camry, my back-up car. Being the daughter of a multi-millionaire did have its perks. Before heading to the Bway shopping center, I took my car to my dad's other house, the one on Cherry Street near East Broadway. Piece of my heart was living there, although I hadn’t spent much time there lately.
I stopped my car just outside the house. It was a small penthouse, but full of security. It was dad's private property where he did all of his business deals.
“Why did you bring us here, Nikki? Isn't Stephen locked in his house?”
I hit the steering with both hands, “Yes, and that's why I need Tristan. Someday, I'll get in there, grab my Stephen and run the hell away from here.”
“I need to ask you a serious question,.”Carrie said
“Sure, but only if it's not about last night.”
She held my shoulder and turned me to her.“Why are you training with Tristan in the first place, and what role does he have in this fight between you and your dad?”
I looked at her with hollow eyes. She should have understood how it feels for a mother to be away from her only child. How it feels to know where her child is and yet not able to meet him. How it feels when you are unable to hold your child next to your heart.
“I miss him, Carrie.” I burst out in tears.“I miss my son and I will do anything to get him back. Even if I have to sleep with Tristan to make it happen.”
Carrie sighed and looked up at the penthouse. “Don't worry, sweetheart. Everything will be alright one day.” She hugged me tightly.
“But when? I haven't seen him for the last six months. My heart is dying for him. My eyes are dying to see him, just once. But no, my dad is the devil and he won't allow me to see him or hold him to my heart.” I took a deep breath as my nose was stuffy because of crying. “I haven't seen him six months.” I looked up at the penthouse, shaking my head slowly. “I wonder if he’s forgotten me.”
I missed Stephen so much that I would do just about anything to see him. But the security was so tight that there was no way I could get in myself. And my dad warned the staff that if they allowed me, he would kill them with his bare his hands.
“I hope you have given a thought about the consequences if your dad knows about your plan.” Carrie looked outside.
I squeezed the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white.“I'm ready for anything, Carrie. I can handle anything if I have to, but I'll meet Stephen. And soon.”
“I'm so sorry to break this to you, Nikki, but we have to get out of here. Chase is heading to the car and if your dad finds out that you know about this place, he’ll move Stephen somewhere else.”The words spilled out of Carrie's mouth as she stared at Chase moving toward his car and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes.
I wiped my tears away It had taken lots of effort to find the place where my dad was hiding Stephen and I wasn't going to give up my advantage just like that. I pressed hard on gas and sped away before Chase could see us.
Chapter 10
Nikki
“Thanks for dropping me off,” I waved good-bye to Carrie. She had helped me in shopping for last three hours. I needed those three hours to channel my anger into something I liked.
“Anytime, ”she shouted and drove away. She was getting late for her date.
“Welcome,” Tristan said, as I hopped into his house from the backyard window. I could have just knocked on the front door, but I liked this way better.
The sculpted man was already in his boxing shorts and t-shirt, doing some push-ups. He smiled at me and pushed down, still looking in my eyes. His biceps expanded and then contracted, mesmerizing me in the process. I felt heat warming my body as I looked in his deep black eyes. My mind drifted to last night and my sex tightened automatically. I remembered his touch across my nipples and my back; I remembered his hold on my waist. I breathed hard; he was going to touch me again while training and that felt naughty...and I couldn’t wait.
“You can change in my bedroom,” he said, still doing his push-ups.“Don’t worry. There aren’t any spiders.” He gave me a mischievous smile. Maybe it was just a one-time thing for him, but he invaded my dreams with the small accident that happened last night. I wondered how the night went for him, was he disturbed at all?
In a few minutes, I had changed into track pants and a sports t-shirt. When I went back to exercise room, he looked at me, his jaw dropping. I had wondered if my t-shirt was too tight and now I knew it was, according to where his eyes were stuck.
“Shall we start, if you’ve finished with your measurements?”Now it was my turn to tease him.
He looked away, his face turning dark. I giggled.“If you are going to be so conscious about my body, then how are you going to train me?” I pushed him further. I wanted him to be normal and teach me the best he could.
“I'm sorry.” He looked back at me, but this time I could see the strict instructor in him, “Let’s start. How is your physical fitness, overall?”
“Try me.”
“Hit the ground for fifty push-ups,” he said with a wicked smile, like he was sure I couldn't do it.
It was hard. I'd never done that many push-ups at one time, but I had to do it that day. After twenty-five, I was all sweaty and panting heavily, in pain. My shoulders were shaking like anything and my chest was heaving in a way it never had. And beyond that, my hands were completely sore.
“If you take a break now, you won’t make it to the end.” His tone had changed; he was surely mocking me.
I took another breath and then started again. I was going to prove to him that women are tough, too.
“Forty.” I paused for a while.“Ten more.” I pushed myself again. Now I couldn't feel my hands anymore.
“Forty-five.” I went down, and while coming up I lost my control. The next moment I was face down on his carpet.
“Come on, you can't be weak now. Just five more.“ He cheered me up. his tone had changed again, and this time he sounded sincere.
A few moments later, “Forty-nine.” I got down and again I couldn't come up. Then I felt his hand below my stomach; he was supporting me.
“Come on, Nikki, one more.”
With all my might, I pushed myself up on my hands and then down, and I dropped in my own sweat. I laid down with my hands in V shape to my body and my one cheek resting on the ground. I was exhausted and drained of energy. I felt like my hands were not attached to my shoulders anymore.
“Come on, get up. Don't just show me your ass,” he shouted at me.
I rolled on my back, looking at him. He was stretching himself on a medicine ball.
“Are you kidding me? Do I look like an Amazon like in the movies?” I had no energy left to do any more push-ups or even stand on my own two feet. My lower back was hurting like a hundred-pound man had just danced on it.
“You know why your hands are hurting more than they should?” He placed his hands to either side of my shoulders and looked into
my eyes... I was drowning in his alluring eyes again.
“Why?” My lips parted without my brain registering what he meant.
He dropped on his hands over me, his lips were just a few inches away from me. If I'd lifted my head by just a few inches, I could have easily kissed him.
He jumped in the air, still being in plank position and landed next to me. His sculpted triceps were pumped up and every cut of his muscles was visible.
“Because you were doing it wrong.” He pushed himself down and he went back up. He did fifty push-ups quickly, and his body moved like none I’d ever seen. It was like a musical note becoming visible while coming out of the piano, but this time it was the perfect body of a man. With an utter ease of motion, he was going down and then coming up.
His dark black hair was tied into a ponytail and his face was straight ahead, looking at the ground. He didn't move his eyes from that single spot until he was done with fifty push-ups. His back was straight and his legs were fixed in one straight line. It was like watching someone doing exercise on a television show.“Now stand up. I'm going to teach you a basic kick today,” he ordered.
“I can't, I don't have the strength.”
He jumped to his feet, bent over me and, with ease, pulled me up by holding my shoulders.
“Ridiculous,” I whispered.
“What?”
“Am I so light that you can pick me up like a feather”
“Nope, it’s the technique. I’ll teach you that someday.”
I was exhausted, but his touch sent tingles through my body, like a musician’s hand plays a tune with his instrument, a divine tune. With great effort, I stood on my own legs and tried to balance myself in one position, but it was harder than I expected. I couldn’t believe that my own legs and lower back were betraying me. My body was screaming in pain.
He stood in front of me, looking at me up and down. He sighed, and said, “I know you are done for the day, but you have to learn this one kick before ending our session. Just follow me.” He balanced himself on his left leg and stretched his right leg away from his body and then, folding his leg in at the knee, he kicked sideways.
It looked so easy when he did it like that. I thought I could do it easily, but when I tried to balance on one leg, my other leg gave out and the next moment, I was in Tristan's arms. He had reached out as I fell, and saved me from falling hard on the ground.
“Let me help you again. Concentrate, this time.” He went to my back and held me close to him, with one hand on my belly. His touch ignited a desire inside me, a dark desire I never thought I would have. I sucked in a breath as his other hand grabbed my right thigh; his hand was touching my inner thigh and that was the most action I had gotten in a whole year. I felt my sex tighten as his hand moved on my thighs. I shrugged as his groin brushed against my ass from behind.
“Keep your butt tight and balance on one leg.” His hand pushed hard on my belly.“I said tighten your butt, don’t keep it loose.” His mouth was very close to my ear as he gave me instructions ,and my body was shattering with every breath. The woman in me was crying for his touch and was battling with the urge to turn around and kiss him.
And then something happened; he must have realized the charge between us. Suddenly, he released me and turned around.
My heart skipped a beat. I wanted him; I wanted his lips pressed on mine. I couldn't bear it anymore. I walked in front of him and looked into his eyes. He walked backwards without taking his eyes off me. I pushed him until he hit the wall, and when there was no place for him to go, I pushed my hand on his chest.
“What are you afraid of, Tristan? Are you bothered by last night's incident?”
“No, but—””
I stopped his words with a kiss. Without letting him argue, I pressed my lips on his. My urge, my desire, won. It was totally opposite of my normal character. I was usually shy in these kinds of situations, but I was desperate right then, desperate for a kiss—from him.. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips and sucking. I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.
His hand moved around my waist and as his hands fell on my ass, his other hand tugged on my hair, and the next moment, he was all over me. His lips were sucking my skin, nibbling at my neck, licking my lips; he was kissing every inch of my face His hand was freely moving on my ass, grabbing it, squeezing it. When his lips finally met mine, I melted into their sweetness. It definitely wasn't the first kiss of my life, but it was absolutely the best one. I wished that it wouldn't end and sank into his hunger.
But after a brief moment, he stopped. He looked into my eyes, and I saw hunger there. He wanted me badly, but why did he stop? His hand was still on my ass. I was feeling and enjoying every touch of him, and his sudden halt struck me to the core. Doesn't he want it, too?
“No, Nikki. Don't wake up the animal in me.”
“But I want—”
He cut me short. “Sorry, but you should go back home now. We can meet tomorrow evening for training.” He walked away, leaving me alone, burning in my own desire.
“I'm gonna get you soon, Mr. Scott, and that's a promise,” I muttered.
Chapter 11
Nikki
That night, I couldn't hardly sleep, even for one second. All I could think about was his lips brushing against mine, his lips brushing over every inch of my face and neck. Whenever I closed my eyes, his face, his hand, his embrace—everything aroused me.
I was like a fish struggling outside the water. He was like that, arousing and yet painfully needed. An urge to touch myself emerged sometime in middle of the night, but I couldn’t It was a need I couldn’t satisfy myself. I wanted him inside me to complete my loneliness. I wanted his hardness to fulfill my dreams. It was turning into more than just a sex wish for me, but a desire to be near him, to know him on all levels.
“I'm going to have you, Mr. Scott,” I muttered to myself a thousand times that night. “You put this fish out of water and now you are going to pay for it, Tristan.” I planned, then again planned to get him next day. Somewhere in the wee hours, I fell asleep, but still, I woke up having only dreamt of him. With the first light of the morning, I got up and decided to visit a spa. In the bathroom, I spun naked in front of the mirror, wondering how I could make myself irresistible when I next saw him. My plan formulated, I spent four hours in the morning on myself, doing a manicure, my hair and everything I could think of to attract that manly beast. Lust and sex occupied my mind until it was time for the training.
Next, I bought one of the tightest t-shirts I could find, along with small work-out shorts. I wanted to make sure that I was using everything I had in my arsenal to my full advantage, hoping to arouse him during our training Today’s exercise had a different motive behind it for me.
Motivated by my own lust, and willing to go to any lengths to satisfy it, I pressed his doorbell.
“Surprise...”he said, opening the door without looking at me. I waited for him to see me and fall for the effect my preparations had on him—and that’s exactly what happened. At the moment he looked at me, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. His eyes were fixed on my t-shirt and then traced the lengths of it. My first strike was successful; he was attracted without a doubt.
“What surprise, Mr. Scott?” I asked with innocent eyes. I knew he would fall for my eyes, surely.
“Nothing. Come in,” he said and turned around.
But before he did, I quickly got a glimpse of his hardness through his boxer shorts. I smiled and followed him.
Next was the workout.
“Do twenty-five push-ups today, and I want you to perform yesterday’s kick without my help.” He turned his eyes away from me as he moved a yoga mat to the floor.
What’s going on in your dirty mind, Tristan? I want to know.
“First, Tristan, I want to show you a move you can use in your stretching. It will benefit your shoulder quite a bit, and you should do it every day.” I wanted him to look at me, look at my firm breasts, my slim waistline
and my rounded ass. I wanted him to look at the female in me; I wanted him to sense the raw feminine desire I was feeling. “What is it?” He finally turned back toward me.
I showed him a little variation of Half Moon, balancing on one leg and one hand and other leg and hand was pointed to the roof.
“How will it benefit my shoulders?”he asked in curiosity.
“I’ll show you. You try now.”I licked my lips, hoping he didn’t see. My motivation was to get closer to him. I wanted to touch him and feel his skin against mine.
When he balanced himself, I helped him to stretch his legs in the air. Holding onto his calves, I was completely leaning on him and pressing myself against him. I smiled; my desire was really pushing me over the edge of shamelessness, but I didn't care. My only motivation was the challenge to seduce him to the extreme, so intensely that he would bow down in front of me and ask for mercy.
“Leave it. I'll try it later. Nikki, you’d better concentrate on your training, if you really want to have one.” He scolded me like a baby and I felt the hopelessness of what I was trying to do.
A sudden desperation filled my mind; I was so frantic that I couldn’t think about my purpose, my training, or even why it had seemed so important. With him in front of me, my lust blinded me and turned me into a driven woman with one thing on her mind. I completely understood what I was doing—and that I probably shouldn’t be doing it. It took everything I had, but I forced myself to shake it off, concentrate on what I was there for—my training. And Stephen.
I dropped down on my hands and started doing push-ups. My hand was throbbing from yesterday's exercise, but my resolve and my shame worked for me, compelling me to finish. “That's good.” Tristan was watching me while doing some yoga moves himself. “Now, do the move I taught you yesterday.”
I started balancing on one leg and kicking with other. It was hard after the push-ups, as my strength was almost gone already, but I was determined to practice it as much I could.
After fifteen minutes of practice on each leg, I could kick as per his instructions.
