Fate Hates (Twist of Fate Book 1)

by Tina Saxon

  He doesn’t question why I stopped but asks, “And what did you expect to do if I was the one who killed your mom?”

  “I saw the face of the killer. I knew it wasn’t you. I thought maybe one of your guys had done it. I was going to see if I could get a look at your men and then go to the police if I saw him,” I explain. Coming out of my mouth, it even sounds juvenile. “I don’t know. I wanted to do something. My mom was dead and her killer never paid for what he did.” I sigh.

  “Oh. He. Did,” Travis says with coldness in his voice.

  “So you say,” I respond. I’m glad the asshole got what he deserved, but I plan on going into law enforcement. I know the rules and vigilante justice is frowned upon.

  “I’d like to have a chance to get to know you,” he says cautiously, twisting his lips, warmth entering his eyes again.

  “What if I told you I wanted to leave?” I ask.

  “I already let your mom go and she was murdered because of me.”

  “But no one knows about me,” I quickly reply.

  “I don’t know that,” he says in frustration. He gets up and paces the room. “I don’t know what to do. I find out that I have a daughter. I’ve missed twenty-three years of your life already. I want to know everything about you.”

  “So you want to keep me prisoner?” I stand up in protest. “How noble of you to make sure I stay safe. If you keep me here, I’ll be in more danger than I am out there where no one knows about me. People will start to ask questions why I’m here. My people will question where I am.”

  “I’m not going to keep you locked up in the this room. I want you to stay with me. When you leave the house, I’ll know you’re safe because you’ll have a bodyguard.”

  Here is my out. My way to escape. I’m going to have to agree so I’ll be able to leave this room. “Can I think about it?” I try to sound defeated.

  “Of course.” He walks over to me and I think he’s going to give me a hug but instead stops short. “I really hope you can learn to trust me.”

  Travis turns to walk out, locking the door after him. For now I’m still a prisoner. I really don’t think he’s going to give me a choice. I understand how he might feel after losing my mom, but this life is not mine. It’s not part of my plan. My plan is to take guys like Travis Stein down, not have him as a father. And though we share the same DNA, I don’t have to acknowledge him as my father. I can leave here without so much as a glance and never regret that decision.

  My mind switches to Jett. I might not ever regret leaving here, but I will regret what I have to do to leave. I have to use Jett. I have to remember he’s a means to an end. And hopefully that end is tomorrow.

  Chapter Twenty

  Jett

  “EMILY WILL BE staying here indefinitely,” Travis tells me as we are having our daily meeting.

  “And she’s okay with that? Because I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t agree to that.” I stand up. This can’t be happening. “You may do a lot of shit, but since when did you think keeping a prisoner was a good idea?” I’m pacing again. Shit. I’ll never get my job done if she’s here.

  “Jett…” his voice is laced with warning “…don’t question me.”

  “Travis, I’ve backed off, letting you do what you feel you need to do, but this is a little fucked up, even for you.” I fall into the chair and slump down. I need to figure out his game here. This isn’t like him.

  “I thought this would make you happy?” He smirks. “You seem to have taken a liking to Emily. I can’t fault you. She’s a beautiful girl. Reminds me of someone.” He chuckles. I feel like I’m looking at an imposter. Travis doesn’t laugh.

  “Fuck, Travis. I don’t deny that she’s beautiful.” The most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. “But I feel like I’m taking advantage of her since I’m sure she’s out of her mind being held prisoner. We are not happening.”

  “She’s not afraid. She’s a tough girl. If she didn’t want you, I’m sure you’d know it. I’d tell you to ask Joe about how that feels, but you won’t get that chance.” My eyebrow shoots up glancing at Travis. “Joe took a business trip to New York.”

  “I don’t want to know,” I respond, shaking my head. I’m a little surprised I didn’t kill him myself. Thinking about him throwing himself on Emily has my blood boiling. When Emily joked that she could have taken care of herself, I almost believed her.

  “Emily will be able to leave her room, but she will not be able to leave the property. I need you to make sure of that. You are head of security and I trust that you’ll see to it.”

  My day keeps getting better and better.

  “Yes, sir.” I stand up to leave.

  “Jett… just don’t get her pregnant. It complicates things.” He laughs as my mouth hangs open.

  “Okay, Dad…?” I feel like an adolescent right now. I’m sure my dad said the same thing to me when I had my first girlfriend in high school. He laughs harder at my response. “Holy shit, Travis, I don’t know what the hell is going on but we do not need to have the birds and the bees discussion.” I turn around and walk out shaking my head.

  Emily can’t stay. She doesn’t belong here, and I know she doesn’t want to stay here. The longer she’s here, the more complicated things get. She’s a distraction that I can’t have right now. I need to make some phone calls. She’ll have her freedom soon. Now I need to figure out a plan so Travis doesn’t suspect me of anything.

  * * *

  I’ve looked in on Emily throughout the day on my monitor. She’s still locked in her room. I thought Travis said she was going to be able to leave. I need that to happen to get my plan in place.

  Our last night together. I should make it easy on both of us and stay away, but I can’t. I can’t stop thinking of her. I’m a selfish man. I want her for myself tonight, knowing that after tomorrow I’ll never see her again.

  It’s almost dinnertime. I pick up the phone to call in an order at a favorite restaurant of mine when someone knocks on my door.

  “Jett?”

  “Hey, Bill. What’s up?”

  “Um… Travis said that only you and Melanie are allowed in Emily’s room from now on,” he nervously tells me.

  “Okay?” I’m not sure where he is going with this.

  “Well… of course, we’ve been watching her like normal,” he quickly adds, “and she… um… she went into the bathroom over an hour ago and hasn’t come out at all. Travis and Melanie went out for the night, so I don’t know if we should be concerned.”

  “Thank you for telling me.” I pull up her room on the screen and the bathroom door is shut. She isn’t anywhere in the bedroom. “I’ll go check on her.”

  Emily, what are you up to? I know there is a window in the bathroom, but there are bars on it so there isn’t a way to escape that way. At least, not that I know of.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  I’M STARTLED AWAKE. I’m lying in a lukewarm bath. This bathtub is huge, my dream tub. I need to relax and plan my escape. I hold up my hand, looking at my wrinkled fingers. I must have been in here for a while. I’m not sure what woke me up though.

  “Emily!” Jett screams my name as he comes barreling in the bathroom. I jump at his entrance. “Oh, shit! Sorry,” he says as he quickly turns around, putting his hands in his pockets.

  Damn that man is so gorgeous. Especially when he’s blushing or wearing his typical black shirt that clings to him perfectly and shows off his broad shoulders and muscular back or those dark jeans that show off his perfect ass. My stomach flutters seeing him standing there and him knowing that I’m naked. Desire tickles deep down to my core. I stand up out of the water. I can see his muscles flex with the increase of his breathing.

  “Can you hand me my towel, please?” I breathe out.

  He grabs my towel as I step out on the bathmat. He holds it behind his back to hand it to me. “Here.” I quietly snicker at his politeness.

  “I was hoping you could help me dry off?” I say suggestively. I
can see him take deep breaths. “Turn around, Jett,” I softly command. He slowly turns around.

  “Demanding little thing, aren’t we?” Jett growls. His eyes slowly rake over my body, drinking me in. When they meet my face, I can see the heat in his eyes, black pupils overtaking the beautiful emerald color. He walks toward me opening the towel. My pulse quickens. He bends down and starts with my feet. Tingles explode in every part of my body. I can feel the heat in my sex, the anticipation of him touching me. He moves at a deliberately slow pace. I need to remind myself to breathe.

  When he moves up my thighs, his face is so close I can feel his hot breath on my sex. When he moves the towel in between my legs, his fingers slightly sweep across my folds. I tremble. He groans. “Emily, you are so beautiful.”

  To my disappointment, he continues his ascent. When he gets to my breast, he cups my breast in his hand, still using the towel. On his knees, he moves the towel so now his large, strong hands are massaging my breasts. He brings his mouth to one and starts sucking, flicking and biting my taut nipple. His mouth is burning hot on my bare skin. I gasp. My hands fist his hair and I arch my back. I can feel the wetness of my arousal, moaning out in pleasure as I get closer. I’m wound so tight, it won’t take me long to explode.

  “Not yet, sweetheart. Patience.” He flashes a devilish grin, continuing his way up my body with the towel. He drops it on the floor when he stands up. I had braided my hair before I got into the tub and pinned it up. I reach up to unpin it and then start to take out my braid.

  “Keep it in,” he says as he brushes his lips on the corner of my lips. The kiss starts out soft and sweet but quickly turns into a hot and demanding kiss. Our tongues explore, sucking, teasing. He grabs my braid and forces my head back, kissing down the sensitive part of my neck. He lets go of my braid and brings his eyes to mine.

  “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He turns around before I can answer and walks away. “Stay right here,” he demands as he walks out of the bathroom.

  I’m not fucking going anywhere.

  He’s only gone a minute before he comes back in. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. With my naked body, I can feel his erection through his jeans. He kisses me again as he guides me into the bedroom. I freeze. “Jett, I’m not into giving shows. Well… to anyone but you.” I smirk.

  “I’m glad it’s only me who you want to put on a show for…” he grins “…but don’t worry. I’m head of security, I’ve got skills.”

  “Oh, I bet you do,” I murmur. “How about you show me some of those skills?” I ask playfully.

  “You don’t have to ask me twice.” He throws me on the bed and is immediately climbing on top of me. His fingers find my sensitive nipples, pulling and twisting, sending an electric current straight to my sex.

  I tug on the hem of his shirt. “You’re a little overdressed.” He stands up and quickly pulls it off with one hand.

  Oh. My. God. His chest and stomach are perfectly sculpted. Definitely in the wrong business. I sit up and slide down off the bed, getting on my knees. I need to see the rest of him. I unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. I slip my fingers beneath the band of his underwear and brush the top of his dick. He gasps audibly. I slowly take off his pants and boxer briefs together. He kicks them off. I lick my lips as I watch his dick twitch. I look up at him as I slowly run my tongue down his sensitive vein.

  He groans, “Sweetheart, that feels awesome. Put your lips around my cock. I want to feel you fuck me with your mouth,” he commands. I’ve never been the type of woman to be dominated, but something about Jett demanding me excites me.

  My tongue playfully licks the top of his thickness before I open up and slide his whole cock into my mouth. My tongue rubs his shaft as I suck him hard. I massage his balls with my hands as he lets out a growl. I moan as I continue my assault on his cock, taking it all the way back into my throat before bringing it back out.

  “Holy shit. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” he growls. I continue, wanting him to lose control. His hands grab my hair. I wrap my hands around to his ass. His perfect, hard ass.

  “Em, I’m going to come,” he hisses as he tries to pull out, but I grab his ass and push him into my mouth as far as he’ll go while leaning against the bed behind me, moaning. He comes undone and I taste the salty liquid shooting down my throat. He pulses as I suck out the remainder of his release.

  “Fuck, woman! I thought I was going to show you my skills,” he says as he pulls me up off the floor. I run my hands up his taut chest to his hair as I kiss his neck. “Sweetheart, you are one sexy woman.” He pulls my mouth to his, sucking on my bottom lip before biting it. “It’s my turn,” he says as he pushes me onto the bed.

  I giggle. “You were taking too long. I had to move things along.” I smirk.

  “Oh, is that right?” he asks, kissing his way down my stomach. “Well, don’t plan on me rushing. I want to enjoy every inch of your pussy.” His tongue wets my folds as he finds my sensitive clit. I arch my back off the bed, moaning. “Mmm… so responsive.” He flicks his tongue against my clit again. “You are so wet. So ready for me.”

  I moan again. “Only you, Jett. So ready for you.” Did that come out of my mouth?

  “That’s right, sweetheart. Only me.” He continues the torturous movement of his tongue. Slow and then fast, working his way down in between my folds to fuck me with his tongue. My hips match his movements. “You taste so sweet. So perfect.”

  “Jett, please,” I beg him, needing a release. “More.”

  “You need to learn to be more patient, sweetheart.” He chuckles. “I told you, I want to enjoy every inch of your pussy.” His tongue starts back at my clit as he inserts a finger. Moving inside me, pressing against the spot that sends me pulsing. “You’re so tight, so fucking hot. My dick is twitching wanting to be buried inside of you.”

  “Oh, God, Jett,” I scream.

  His two fingers fuck me as his mouth wraps around my clit, sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue. He groans and the vibration sends me over.

  I explode, the heat so intense. “Jett… Jett… oh, God… Jett!” I squeeze my eyes shut and scream. My orgasm pulses around his fingers, soaking him with my release.

  Major fucking skills.

  “Mmm… so good, sweetheart.” He kisses up my stomach to my breast and starts sucking and nipping again, his other hand assaulting the other. His path of kisses continues to my neck. My body is already on the edge again. His mouth finds mine, and I welcome his tongue as we kiss deeply. I can taste myself on him, and I moan out. I move my hips, rubbing against his hard dick. I can feel him at my entrance.

  “Jett. I need to feel you inside me,” I say wantonly. He stands up and grabs his pants, taking out a condom. I lift my eyebrow and smile.

  “What?” He flashes his sexy grin. “A man can hope.” He mumbles something about the birds and bees but shakes his head and chuckles. I stare up at him, wondering what he was thinking. “Never mind.” He laughs, ripping open the wrapper. He has it on within a few seconds. Kneeling in between my legs, he pushes them farther apart. I can feel the cold air where I am dripping wet.

  He intertwines our fingers together, pulling them above my head, kissing me softly on my forehead, nose, and then my mouth. His kiss is passionate and slow. Doubt immediately starts to surface. It isn’t supposed to be like this. A quick fuck, that’s it. A way to extinguish the sexual spark we’ve had all week. This feels like it’s more. Am I promising Jett something that I can’t give?

  “Emily. Look at me. Where’d you go?” Concerned emerald eyes find mine.

  “Jett,” I sigh. “If I was to leave tomorrow, would you still want this?” There is a flash in Jett’s eyes, not sure if it’s fear or surprise, but it changes quickly. He can’t know about my plan.

  “Sweetheart, don’t overthink this. We’re enjoying the moment. I want you tonight, no matter what happens tomor
row, next week, or next year.” His voice is seductive and sexy as hell. Tonight will always be ours. The heat in his eyes burns deep within me. I lose myself in them. I would do anything for this man in this moment. I’ve never given so much of myself to any one man.

  A man I met four days ago.

  A man who doesn’t even know my name.

  A man I’ll never see again.

  The need to feel him inside me is almost too much to handle. “Show me exactly how you want me.” I grind my hips again. He squeezes our hands together.

  “So impatient,” he growls as he thrusts his cock inside of me. We both gasp as he’s buried completely. He pauses, allowing me to adjust. I nod as I slowly move my hips. “Fuck, Emily!” His jaw clenches as he puts his forehead on mine. I can see the control slipping from his lust-filled eyes. “Emily, I’ve wanted to be buried in you the last four days. I don’t think I can go slow,” he murmurs.

  “I’ll take whatever you can give, Jett,” I breathe out. He ravages my mouth in a heated, demanding kiss as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Over and over. I moan into his mouth. The sensation of him stroking my insides has my body trembling. He sits up on his knees, bringing my legs up against his chest. The change of position has me screaming out. My back arches off the bed as he continues his punishing pace. I grab the headboard, pushing as he thrusts deeper. A low guttural growl escapes his lips.

  “Em, you’re so beautiful.” His eyes linger on my body. “Come for me, baby,” he commands as he applies pressure to my sensitive clit. I scream out his name in ecstasy as my climax rips through my body.

  Jett’s release follows right behind as he grabs my hips, slamming into me. He yells out my name as his whole body trembles. He falls on top of me, our breathing out of control. Pushing up on his elbows, his gaze is full of emotion. He leans down and brushes a kiss on my lips. My eyes close, relishing the soft touch of his lips. My heart aches that I might not ever feel his lips again. This was a mistake.