Stanton Unconditional

by T L Swan

  I smile goofily.

  “What?” he asks.

  “Are we on day one?”

  He smirks and raises an eyebrow. “Yes.”

  I smile. “So was yesterday negative one?”

  He shakes his head as he breaks into a smile. “No yesterday was zero.”

  I nod. “Right, so where were we a month ago?”

  His eyes hold mine. “In the black hole. Now eat your breakfast.”

  I smile and shovel in a mouthful of food … loving day one!

  I walk into Ben’s room. “What do you want to see me about?” I ask. His nervous eyes flick to me. “I’ll ring Murph.”

  “What’s going on?” I ask.

  “Murph, Stan’s here. Ok, see you soon.” He flips his phone shut.

  I bet Max has resigned and they are telling me together. Good, I want him gone.

  Adrian walks through the door with his laptop and smiles at me nervously. “Hi Stan,” he murmurs.

  Adrian turns on his computer and then flicks the jug on while it boots up.

  “Take a seat,” he says quietly.

  “What for? Aren’t we going to the gym?” I ask.

  “We’ve got a problem.” He opens an email and I read the words: ‘Contact me on mrsjones@hotmail.com or the wife gets the lot.’

  Wife? I frown at the screen. “Who sent this?” I ask.

  Adrian shrugs. “It was sent to the work email in LA.”

  “Play,” I sigh.

  He presses play and my stomach clenches. It is a vision of me and a woman. I can tell by the legs. I frown as I try to remember when this was. I sit back in my seat and run my pointer over my lip as I think. “When was this?” I ask.

  Adrian’s nervous eyes flick to me. “Here in Australia.”

  “What?” I frown.

  He points to the screen. “Here, see, it’s the house in Bondi. It’s the girl who told us the other night Natasha’s email, remember?”

  My eyes widen in horror. I sit shellshocked as I watch myself get a drink and then walk up the stairs with her.

  “What was your name again?” I ask.

  “What do you want it to be?” she replies.

  “My bedroom is this way … Natasha,” I answer.

  I stand in a rush. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream at Ben as I point to the computer

  monitor. “Why wasn’t she searched for cameras? I thought she was lying the other night.”

  He frowns uncomfortably. “I’m not sure,” he answers.

  I start to pace as I run my hands through my head. “Who’s the wife she refers to?” I ask, horrified.

  “I’m guessing Natasha.” Adrian winces.

  “What!” I scream. “Is this a joke? Why do I have security if they don’t check girls for cameras?”

  Ben drops his head.

  “Have you been in contact with her?” I ask Adrian.

  He nods solemnly.

  “And?” I yell.

  “She says she has film of the first night you were together … three hours of footage.”

  “What!” I punch the chair in anger.

  Adrian and Ben jump at the bang. I start to pace again with my hands on top of my head. “What does she want?” I snap.

  “Five million dollars,” Adrian whispers.

  “What?” I scream.

  They both stand silent and still.

  “How long have you known about this?” I ask.

  “Two days.” Adrian frowns. “We were trying to sort it before we told you.”

  “What? Trying to sort out why my security is so shit.” I glare at Ben.

  “Joshua, calm down, blaming someone is not going to help the situation,” Adrian says quietly.

  “Oh really, what am I paying for? Tell me that. What is the rule of my fucking house?” I ask Ben.

  He drops his head. “All women are checked for cameras.”

  “So why wasn’t she?”

  He shrugs. “She was but we think it was hidden in her bag.”

  “Oh this is perfect,” I yell. “Fucking perfect.” I drop to the bed and put my head into my hands as I try to think. What if Natasha gets that footage and is forced to watch me have sex with another woman. She’ll lose it … who wouldn’t?

  I stand and walk over to the window as I look to the street below. She’s got me. I have no choice. “Pay the money,” I say flatly.

  “What?” Adrian gasps. “Joshua, no, she could drag this out for more and more. We need to go to the police.”

  I turn in a rush. “If you think for one minute I am having Natasha watch me have sex with someone else you can think again. I will not put her through this and if I have to kill this stupid bitch to shut her up then I will.”

  “Stop it, you’re talking crazy,” Adrian snaps.

  I turn to Ben. “Get those fucking tapes back at all cost. Do what has to be done,” I snap and leave the room.

  I look nervously at myself in the wardrobe door mirror. I look like Frankenstein’s version of a medic: half hooker, half nurse. We are going with Adrian to a fancy dress ball for Nicholas Anastas’s charity tonight. Joshua hates fancy dress with a passion but I have promised to wear a naughty nurse outfit to sweeten the deal. I have a skintight white short nurse’s tunic on that has a zipper down the length of the front of it with a little pointy collar. The girls are standing to attention in the boostiest bra I could find, I have high sheer-white stockings that come above my knee with a little red satin bow at the top and I am wearing white patent sky-high stiletto shoes that are without a doubt the most uncomfortable shoes known to man. I need to bring Mr Stanton out of his shell at all costs. All this softly, softly quiet business at my mother’s house this week is about to drive me insane. I love the gentle love making but now I just need to be taken hard. My hair is out and teased in a Bridget Bardot do and I have the full cat makeup on. Let’s do this. I walk into the lounge room and the girls both turn to look at me. Bridget is taking a large scull of her drink and chokes as her eyes find me.

  “Holy shit,” she snaps. “Are you trying to give him a heart attack?”

  I smile and nod as Abbie hands me my wine. Abbie’s eyes scan up and down as she nods. “Now that’s what I’m talking abou, she coos.

  She points her wine glass at Bridget. “Why didn’t you get us outfits like that. We look like shit.”

  Bridget looks down at herself. “I think we look ok.” She shrugs her shoulders.

  “We look like men,” Abbie snaps. “This outfit is totally sexless.”

  I giggle as I look at the two of them dressed in their doctor’s coats and pants. It’s a government services fancy dress, you have to dress in something from a service.

  “I didn’t see you at the fancy dress shop, you ungrateful witch. I got the best that was there,” Bridget frowns.

  I laugh out loud. “I like the outfits Didge, they are very …” I smirk as I try and think of the right analogy. “Medicinal.”

  “Medicinal,” Abbie snaps. “That will do me. I don’t want to look medicinal. I want to look hot.”

  Bridget rolls her eyes. “Blah, blah. Abbie, you would look hot in a garbage bag. Who are you kidding?” I smile, thank frigging god I picked my own outfit.

  We arrive at the function hall an hour later, and our driver pulls into the round circular drop off area. This is a Government Services Fancy Dress Ball, a fundraiser for mental health. It was organized by Nicholas Anastas for his combined charities and this is the fifth year he has held this event. In front of the function centre is a wide sandstone staircase that winds up to the huge double doors into the venue. There are four people lined up on each side of the door on the landing at the top of the stairs welcoming the guests as they walk into the ballroom. Nicholas is the last on the right. He is wearing a full white navy uniform and hat.

  “Holy shit, he’s hot,” Abbie purrs as her eyes find him.

  “I know—that’s him.”

  “Who?” she questions as she frowns.

&nb
sp; “He’s the guy who Adrian has been seeing, Nicholas Anastas,” I whisper as we walk up the steps towards the welcoming group.

  “You’re joking, that’s him?” she snaps. “He’s totally straight, no way he’s batting for the other team,” she whispers angrily.

  “Would you think that Adrian was gay if you didn’t know him?” Bridget whispers.

  Abbie frowns. “Maybe.”

  “I wouldn’t,” Bridget smirks.

  We get to the top of the stairs and Nicholas’s dark eyes find me, he smiles warmly and immediately walks over to us. “Natasha, my dear, thank you for coming.” He kisses my cheek, oh dear he really is quite…

  “Hello.” I smile nervously and am suddenly painfully aware that I look like something from the Rocky Horror Picture show. “These are my two friends, Bridget and Abbie.” I hold my hand up to them awkwardly.

  He smiles and shakes their hands, and the girls exchange looks.

  “Are the boys here yet?” I ask.

  He smiles. “Not yet.” He gives me a wink and then moves on to greet the next person in the line behind us.

  ‘He’s divine,” Bridget murmurs in amazement.

  “I know,” I reply as we enter the opulent ballroom. Our eyes immediately look around the space.

  “I could turn him,” Abbie smiles.

  “Wow,” Bridget whispers as she rolls her eyes at Abbie. “Yeah into a pumpkin.” She giggles.

  “Jeez, this is an extravagant affair,” I murmur as I look around.

  “But do they make a good margarita?” Abbie whispers.

  Bridget smiles. “I will get us some, back in a minute.”

  The decorations have a distinct disco feel. There are mirrored balls and coloured lights circling around the room. The crowd is eclectic and it seems funny with everyone dressed in a uniform, like weird. Bridget finally returns from the bar with a round of margaritas when I see it. The four hottest men in history entering the room. It’s as if the room stands still in awe. I know I am. Ben, Cam and Adrian are in front and then, at the back, always at the back, is Joshua. Dear God, it’s every Magic Mike fantasy that I ever had. They are wearing the same outfits. White tight singlet, green army cargo pants, green army cap and dog chains.

  “Shit,” Abbie purrs.

  I smile deviously. “I know, right?” I whisper.

  “Army,” Bridget whispers.

  “And you know what that stands for?” Abbie murmurs as her eyes scan up and down the four gorgeous men.

  I take a sip of my drink and smile. “Code for fuck me,” I whisper as my mind gives me a visual of being taken by that god.

  “If you don’t tap Ben tonight, you’re an idiot,” Abbie says to Bridget as her eyes follow them.

  “Hmm, maybe?” Bridget whispers.

  My eyes scan up and down Joshua’s muscular body as he walks effortlessly through the crowd across the room. I can see every muscle in his arms and shoulders through the shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, his dark skin and ripped muscles are screaming at me … to every woman who is present. His dark hair and chiselled jaw line only accentuate his large red lips. My god he’s beautiful, how is it possible that one human being can be so virile….so blatantly sexual. His eyes search the room until they meet mine and he stops dead and smirks sexily at me as his eyes drop hungrily down my body. I feel the burn from his gaze as his eyes go back up to my face. He ticks his jaw and cracks his neck hard. There it is … the jackpot … more valuable than winning the lottery to any female with a pulse. My heart rate picks up speed in anticipation. He walks through the crowd on a mission and he grabs me roughly around the waist and jerks me toward him. Oh shit.

  “If you have any intention of walking for two days, precious girl, I suggest you go home and change,” he whispers huskily.

  I bite my lip to hide my smile, bingo.

  His dilated eyes drop to my lips and I lick them slowly as anticipation runs through me. He jerks me to him again, he’s just so … ridiculously hot.

  I feel myself weaken to his strength and a burst of arousal breaks the dam.

  “Well?” he snaps.

  I run my hand slowly down his face and kiss him slowly as my tongue rims his lips.

  “I’ll forgo walking for a week if you give me what I want,” I whisper.

  He cracks his neck hard again and kisses me roughly, all suction, all domination.

  “Natasha, I mean it, when you look like that I can’t be held responsible for how rough I take you. You are playing with fire and are going to fucking cop it.”

  Mmm, that’s sounds good. I smile sexily as I run my fingertip up the back of his neck.

  “I hope so, Mr Stanton, you can’t have a party if you don’t send out an invitation,” I whisper into his ear as I lick it.

  He bends and kisses me as he grabs the back of my hair and I feel his hardness pressing onto me. Oh shit, I could orgasm right here, doing just this. His tongue ploughs through my mouth and previews me a glimpse of what I am going to get tonight and, quite frankly, I don’t care if I can’t walk for a month. I need this … so damn hard.

  “We are going home very soon,” he snaps and pulls out of my grip and walks to the bar.

  I stumble back and turn and as I pull out of my arousal fog I see Cameron, Adrian, Abbie and Bridget’s eyes firmly on me. Oh shit, I forgot they were here listening.

  “Oh my god, can we come home and watch you guys have sex?” Abbie giggles into her drink. “He should be put in a cage.”

  I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. “You got that right,” I answer as I look around nervously. How does he make me forget where I am like that?

  “Adrian, did you see Nicholas in that naval uniform?” I grab his arm.

  “I know,” he smirks.

  “He’s a damn fine specimen,” Bridget tutts.

  “He is, isn’t he?” I answer.

  Joshua returns from the bar with Ben and our eyes meet across the group. Once again his eyes drop down my body and he cracks his neck as he takes a sip of his beer from the bottle. The group continues to talk around us but I am lost, lost to the need of the man across the circle from me. I can feel it from here. He can’t even act unaroused as I can see the large erection in his pants. He really should be in a cage … because he’s the one who’s going to fucking cop it … and he’s not walking tomorrow either. We both stand staring at each other as we drink our drinks in silence. I have never been more aroused in public. I walk over and run my hand down his face as I kiss him gently.

  “Let’s dance,” I whisper.

  He swallows as his eyes drop to my cleavage. “I need to be alone with you,” he growls.

  My breath catches. “Me too baby, patience.” I smile as I run my hand over his chest and lean into him.

  “Fuck Tash, we need to go home now. I need you,” he whispers as he closes his eyes as if in pain.

  “Sshh, patience big boy. You can have whatever you want when we get home.”

  His eyes widen and he holds his head on the side in question. “Anything I want?” he repeats in a whisper.

  I bite my lip to stifle my smile as my eyes drop to his perfect body and I nod. “Anything you want,” I whisper again. The words he first teased me with about his need in a wife come back to me and I raise an eyebrow in a teasing gesture.

  He swallows the lump in his throat and cracks his neck hard as he pulls me into him by my behind. “Be careful what you wish for, precious, I don’t have it in me to be gentle tonight.” I feel my heart flutter as I bring my hand to the back of his head as he buries it into my shoulder. He once again rubs his engorged length into me as he growls into my neck.

  “Will you two fucking cool it. We are at a charity ball for Christ’s sake,” Cameron snaps as he looks around, embarrassed.

  Joshua and I jump back from each other as we realide what we must look like. Jeez, what the hell am I doing?

  “Fuck off,” Joshua snaps to Cameron as his eyes flick around in annoyance. “I will do wha
t I like.”

  Cameron frowns. “Go and do it against the wall then, we have to stand here while you two make a porno in front of our eyes.” Bridget clinks her glass with Cameron and Adrian and Abbie laugh.

  I drop my head as I giggle in embarrassment and Joshua smiles and pulls me onto the dance floor.

  “Dance with me, my beautiful slut, before I fuck you into next week,” he purrs.

  I laugh out loud. “You are a born romantic, Stanton.”

  He smiles broadly. “Sshh don’t tell anyone.” He spins me around until we are at the back of the dance floor and we pick up exactly where we left off. Erection in my stomach, hand at the back of my head, tongue in my mouth and me desperately needing a change of underwear.

  Chapter 22

  Adrian

  I stand with Cameron on the side of the dance floor. We watch Joshua spin Natasha around as they both laugh. No one else is in the room for them.

  I smile broadly. “Have you even seen him dance with a girl before?” I ask Cameron as I drink my drink.

  “Nope.” Cameron shakes his head as his eyes stay glued to the two of them.

  “Me neither.” I smile. “He’s like a different person with her.

  Cameron frowns. “If I ever get that pussy-whipped please get me castrated.”

  I laugh into my drink. “Me too.”

  Cameron shakes his head in disgust.

  “What?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and takes a swig of his beer. “How is this going to go when that silly bitch sends this email to Natasha, huh. What then? It will be Armageddon once more.”

  My stomach drops as I run my hand through my hair. “I know. I am trying to get him to tell Natasha before that happens,” I mutter.

  Cameron shakes his head in disgust. “Just pay the money and be done with it.”

  I frown. “You can’t be that stupid? She will just keep coming back for more money and Natasha will finally find out,” I snap angrily.

  “Can you imagine if Natasha sees that tape of him with her? She’ll lose it.”

  “There’s a sex tape?” Abbie snaps from behind us. Fuck! My horrified eyes meet Cameron’s.