by Katz, Avery
“You mean live with you and your trophy husband?”
I ignored the derision in her voice and tried to be the bigger person here. “I’m asking you for joint custody of our daughter. She needs stability, especially after our divorce. She might be young, but that doesn’t mean that she’s immune to our problems...”
“No. Joint custody my ass. I want full custody. End of story,” she stubbornly insisted. “I hate to sound like a broken record, but I specifically asked you not to file for divorce. Now everyone at the country club looks at me with pity in their eyes, especially the moms.”
“Could you please forget about those shallow Stepford Wives and think about Adley for a change? So what if your reputation was ruined? You brought this on yourself, Wendy.”
“Fuck you, Hampton.” She scowled. “Good luck trying to get full custody of Adley. Really. All it takes is one sob story, and I’ll have the judge wrapped around my pinky finger.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I could feel my blood pressure rising. What did I do to deserve such horrible treatment from the mother of my child?
“Is this your final answer?”
“Yes!” she said in a loud voice. “I’m done being the laughing stock of this community. I want both my daughter and your money in my pocket. All is fair in divorce and war, honey.”
“Just get out of here,” Greg said. He must have heard our voices rise and come to the doorway. “You made your fucking bed, Wendy, so don’t come crying back to us when you lose.”
She gave him the finger and pushed past him on her way to the front door.
“What an asshole,” Greg muttered.
I leaned against the wall and sighed. “I’m done playing nice.”
“Good.” He reached out and took my hand in his. “You deserve a medal for putting up with her.”
“Thanks for coming to my rescue at the last minute.” I squeezed his hand and gazed into his beautiful mood ring eyes. They changed color every time I looked at them.
“Anytime.” He grinned.
I motioned for him to follow me, eager to get him alone so I could thank him properly. Luckily, everyone was outside enjoying the sunset on the terrace. We snuck down the corridor where I ambushed him with a kiss and dragged him into the nearest guest bedroom.
16
Greg
Quin was in a frisky mood, and I loved it. He was both angry and horny at the same time. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, coaxing me to open them. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and enjoyed the way his hard muscles flexed under my touch. His stubble scratched my chin as our tongues met and fought for dominance. I tasted whiskey on his tongue. He fisted my curls and tilted my head backward. We played tonsil hockey for a while before he pulled away to kiss and suck on my collarbone.
“I love how you stood up for me back there,” he whispered against my skin.
“It was the least I could do, baby.”
Our lips met in another passionate kiss. This time, I took charge and pinned him against the wall. I removed his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His heavy breathing told me he wanted more. His cock rubbed against mine. I could feel it hardening underneath his pants. Quin junior wanted to come out and play.
“I want you to cum in my mouth,” he said in a husky voice. His fingers drifted down to my zipper. He palmed my cock and looked at me from under his dark curtain of lashes. His eyes were dark with lust. I hummed and moved my hands up and down his ripped torso. Quin had an in-house gym at his company. His solid pecs were a solid example of that.
He sank down on his knees and unzipped me. My cock was already at half mast. He tugged my briefs down my thighs and stared at my cock like it was a juicy burger. He leaned forward and kissed the tip. I arched my hips and fisted his raven hair. “Fuck. Quin.”
He swirled the tip of his tongue around my scrotum and then licked my balls with long sweeping strokes. Blood instantly rushed to my cock. I hissed from the pleasure and watched his talented tongue move from my balls to my swollen shaft. Precum dripped down onto his lips. He wrapped his fingers around my thick cock and used it to trace his lips. “Good. Now show me how much you love this meat stick.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and fed him my length little by little. The moist, tight feel of his throat as it hugged my cock was so fucking erotic. I tucked my bottom lip under my teeth and watched him swallow my dick. He hummed, sending delicious vibrations down my spine.
“Oh, shit. Just like that.”
He rolled my balls in his palm and replaced his mouth with his fingers. “Talk dirty to me,” he requested before devouring my cock like a champ. He bathed it in saliva and swirled his tongue around the fat head. I hissed and grabbed both sides of his head. I fucked his face, barely containing my animalistic grunts. I felt my balls harden and the tightness in my belly increase with every hard thrust.
“Fuck. Your mouth is giving your ass a run for its money. Look at you, sucking me off just meters away from your guests. Anyone can walk in here and see your mouth inhaling my cock. You like it when I stuff you with my thick fuck rod, don’t you?”
He moaned around my length and tightened his throat around it. The pressure kept on building more and more until I exploded inside his mouth. My orgasm washed over me like a fucking waterfall. I opened my eyes and looked down to find him licking his lips. “Fuck me.”
I hooked my fingers under his arms and pulled him up. I kissed him, tasting myself on his mouth. He moaned and walked me backward until my legs collided with the four-poster bed. I fell backward, and he climbed on top of me. I rolled us over and straddled his chest.
“My turn.” I grinned.
I quickly undressed him and traced his pecs with my tongue. His hairless chest was my wonderland, and I was prepared to go on a journey down to his throbbing cock. I licked every square pec and then swirled my tongue around his belly button. “Can we fast forward to the part where you fuck me? I want to feel you drilling me like an oil well.”
“Shhhh. Lay back and close your eyes.” I grabbed the pocket-sized bottle of lube I always kept in my pocket. It was invented by a distant cousin of mine who became a millionaire overnight thanks to his lube-making business. I squeezed a generous amount onto my hands and wrapped my fingers around Quin’s eager cock. It was leaking like a water hose. I gave it a couple of pumps before reaching down and caressing his balls. He grabbed the nearest pillow and used it to muffle his loud groans.
“Remember the day I popped your butt cherry? You almost woke up the whole building,” I said, teasing his puckered hole with my index finger. “You told me stars exploded behind your eyelids. It was such a cheesy thing to say, but I guess that’s the reason why I love banging you.”
“Less yapping, more touching please.”
I pinched one of his nipples and pushed three lubed-up fingers inside him. He squeezed the pillow and arched his back. “Is this good enough for you?”
I snatched the pillow from him and tossed it over my shoulder. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his lips were swollen as fuck. “Hey, look at me.”
His dark eyes held mine captive while I fucked him with my fingers. His stomach clenched, and his long fingers circled my wrist, urging me to move my hand faster. I pushed his thighs further apart and sat on my haunches. His swollen cock was in desperate need of attention, so I wrapped my fingers around it and entered him at the same time. He licked his lips and watched me spear him with my thick member. I was too turned on to take it slow. “Finally, I get to fuck you in your crib. Next time, we’ll christen the master bedroom. I wanna fuck you from behind and make you scream my name.”
Our rhythmic grunts filled the air while I made love to him at a steady pace. He felt so tight and warm around my cock, like a glove that was made to fit me and only me. The springy mattress made loud squeaking noises as I intensified my thrusts. Quin dug his teeth into his bottom lip and arched his hips up to meet mine. His cock throbbed in my hand and leaked more precum. “Your coc
k is ready to pop. Come on. Give it to me. Give me some of that protein shake.”
He dug his fingers into my thighs and clenched his muscles around my cock. My balls tightened, and my spine tingled in anticipation of my orgasm. I was almost there. Quin suddenly grabbed my left hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around my digits and silently begged me to come. I could see it in his passion-filled eyes.
“Listen to me, Peter. You pretentious piece of crap your painting deserves to be hung above my toilet so I can look at it every time I take a piss!” The bedroom door suddenly burst open, and Tommy walked in. He startled the hell out of us.
“Tommy!!” We both yelled at the same time. My cousin jumped back and dropped his phone on the carpet. He quickly averted his gaze the second he saw my naked ass on the bed. Quin ducked under the covers in embarrassment, leaving me on the verge of cumming. I covered my privates with a pillow and watched Tommy blindly reach for his phone.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” He ran out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Quin dissolved into fits of awkward laughter. “Well, that was anticlimactic.”
I laughed and reached for my underwear. “Tell me about it. My cousin, Tommy, is a fucking nutcase.”
We kissed and got dressed before joining the others at the party.
17
Quin
Monday mornings were my favorite. I woke up early and had breakfast out on the terrace. The ocean view never got old, especially during summer. Sailboats and yachts decorated the cerulean waters, reminding me of a painting I recently bought for my office. I checked my watch and drank the rest of my Brazilian coffee. It was made out of fair trade organic beans. I made a mental note to buy more of it for the communal kitchen. It was always a great idea to serve our clients the best beverages on the market.
Experience taught me that serving them a drink with a cookie significantly improved their mood. Holding meetings on an empty stomach is always a bad idea. My team was expecting me back at work today. It was great being the boss and all, but being absent from our daily morning meetings this past week was tough on everyone. Our new client wanted to meet me in person to discuss his ideas with me. He refused to sit down and talk with anyone else, not even Kayla, the best engineer on the team.
I finished my orange juice and carried my tray back to the kitchen. The baby monitor told me that Adley was up and singing weird toddler songs to her new toy unicorn. She received a lot of gifts for her birthday. I divided them into two neat piles and stored the bigger pile in the attic. There were limits to spoiling my daughter. She needed to know the value of gifts so I only allowed her to open five of her new toys. I walked into her room to find her standing in her crib with a big toothy smile. “Dada!”
I changed her diaper and tossed it in the trash. She was spending the whole day with her grandmother, so I dressed her in a nice pair of jeans and a fluffy shirt. We did a quick game of eenie meanie miney mo and randomly chose a Dorothy-red sandal to go with her outfit. She hugged her snow-white unicorn while I brushed her curls and packed up her diaper bag.
We ran into a groggy Greg on our way out. “Good morning. Where are you guys sneaking off to?”
“Hey, sorry. I was going to leave you a note on the fridge. I’m dropping Adley off at Mom’s house, and then I’m off to work.”
“Oh. I can take care of little miss sunshine,” Greg said.
Silence filled the air for a few seconds until we both burst out laughing at the idea of him changing diapers and playing sitter for the day. “Right. Maybe in a parallel universe, just not this one.”
Adley laughed too and pointed a finger at him. “Gag! Bye!”
He leaned forward and kissed her neatly brushed head of hair. “Bye.” He smiled. “I’m actually working from home today. I have a conference call at eleven and another one at three.”
“Have a good day then.” I gave him a quick peck on the lips before leaving.
“Quin!”
“Yes?” I turned around to find him standing at the doorway in his tight briefs. He looked like one of those statues I once admired at the Uffizi in Florence. I loved a man with symmetrical features and an anatomically flawless body.
“Your fly is open,” he said with a naughty smirk dancing on his sinful lips.
“Oh, crap.” I reached down and zipped up my pants. My zipper was one of many things I often forgot about when taking care of Adley in the morning. She somehow had the power to turn my brain into mush. Once, I left the house in my boxer shorts and our neighbors saw me. They probably thought I was a scatterbrain.
I unlocked the Tesla and sat Adley in her baby chair. She was having a funny conversation with her unicorn. It was a special gift from Greg. Speaking of my prince, I was actually surprised by his decision to live and work here in the United States all those years ago. He supervised his family’s hotel chain in addition to running his own real estate business. It was an odd thing for a European prince to be doing, but his brothers were famous for breaking barriers and investing in a multitude of businesses abroad. They actually had real jobs. Greg always liked to boast about this fact.
The streets were not at all crowded thanks to the lack of school buses and the usual clique of crazy parents who ignored stop signs and cut off unsuspecting drivers on the highway. The drive to Twin Peaks was a smooth one. I switched on the radio to Adley’s favorite station. They played all sorts of Disney songs. My morning commute to work was so much fun with her in the car. We arrived at my childhood home at around nine. I dropped her off and headed straight to the office. I parked the car in the garage of the five-floor building in the scenic Marina District. It was a beautiful neighborhood with yacht clubs, restaurants, and the famous Palace of Fine Arts. It had a very romantic vibe to it. I made another mental note to bring Greg here and introduce him to the locale.
The office was buzzing with activity. Maya, my assistant, greeted me at the door. She handed me a fresh cup of coffee and filled me in on the agenda for today. I had meetings with two company representatives who were interested in hiring us. It was amazing how word-of-mouth marketing worked in our favor. Many of our clients recommended us to their friends and family members.
“I guess we’ll be needing a bigger conference room at this rate,” I told Maya on our way to my office. My favorite ocean painting hung on the wall behind my desk. The rest of the office was sparsely decorated. Taking a minimalistic approach was my motto at work. ”Keep it simple” were my favorite three words at the moment. Simple ideas always blossomed into beautiful creations. The magazine covers featuring our best work were proof of that. I had them framed and propped up on the shelf above my comfy leather couch.
Greg was constantly on my mind during those long business meetings. Our first prospective client was the owner of a popular bakery. She requested an app which allowed her clients to order custom-made cakes and pies online. She came to the meeting armed with her famous pecan pie and marshmallow cupcakes. We all thanked her for the scrumptious goods. I even saved a slice of delicious pie to take home to my prince charming. Memories of our teenage years occupied my brain while I checked my email. I remembered his early days in boarding school. He was sent to the United States as punishment for breaking the rules at his strict school in Raplen. At first, he acted like a spoiled brat. He talked the younger students into carrying his food tray during lunch and refused to wake up in the morning to go to class. He was my complete opposite in every way. I was fascinated by his rebellious streak. One day, I caught him sitting all by himself in the courtyard. He looked miserable. He told me that he was homesick and made me promise not to tell anyone. He was strangely kind to me. We bonded over our mutual love for math and Pokemon. By the time we hit junior year, we were inseparable. We were practically joined at the hip.
It was around noon when I received a call from Louisa. “Hey, Mom. Is everything okay?”
“No,” she said. Her voice was laced with pain. “I think my arm is broken.”
“Shit! What happened?”
“I fell in the shower. You know me. I’m such a klutz.”
My next meeting was in less than ten minutes. I was unable to cancel on Mr. Hubbard. He was a finicky man with too much attitude. Nora, my chief designer, hated doing one-on-one meetings with him. I quickly called Greg and asked him if he could pick up Adley and drop my mom off at the hospital. We had an app launch at four as well, so I was unable to leave the office.
“Fuck. You know I’m allergic to Louisa,” he said. “I can’t lay a finger on that woman. She might turn me into stone,” he added. “Can’t we reach some sort of compromise? How about I pick up Adley and you drive your mother to the hospital. It’s a win-win situation.”
I paced the Persian carpet in front of my desk and checked my watch for the hundredth time. “Please do this tiny favor for me,” I practically begged. “I promise I will make it up to you.”
“Ha! Tiny? Right. You owe me big-time, hubbs.” He sighed. “I have major beef with Louisa, especially after the way she treated me the other day.”
“I know. She needs to wash that homophobic mouth of hers with antibacterial soap,” I said.
He sighed into the phone and went silent for a few seconds. “Fine. I’ll do it. Mind you, I will be cashing in that favor sooner rather than later.”
“Please do.”
“Alright. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Great.”
“You have nothing to worry about. Unless of course I do turn into stone.”
18
Greg
I took a deep breath and parked my rental in the driveway. The wicked witch of Twin Peaks was in for a big-ass surprise. She thought her lovely son was coming to the rescue. Quin had better make it up to me. I normally hated doing favors for other people, but Quin was the exception to my rule. I would jump through fire hoops to get to him. Louisa insulted me on so many fucking levels; then she had the audacity to accept our royal invitation to Lockridge Palace. She was such a hypocrite. I walked up to the front porch and pushed the door open. Quin asked her to leave it unlocked for him. How cool would it be if I wore a terrifying mask and ambushed the annoying woman? I smiled to myself and went upstairs. There she was, wrestling with her silk blouse. She gasped in pure horror when she saw me.
