by Ashley Jade
It didn't take a genius to figure out who the mastermind behind that was. I was beyond pissed.
So pissed, that even Danny looked worried. “What the hell's gotten into you?” he asked, before taking a bite of pasta.
“Nothing. I'm fine. I have to go run an errand after dinner. I shouldn't be long, I'll have my cell phone on me," I said before stabbing my fork into my own food.
“Okay. Take your time. Poor guy.”
I got up from the table and grabbed my car keys. “Make sure you study for your quiz tomorrow."
I slammed the front door and locked it.
I needed to have a talk with Mr. Control Freak. A big talk.
***
I remembered he mentioned that he lived in the gated community housing complex two miles away from me.
He was right, I knew exactly which one he was referring to. The single gated community complex owned by some millionaire. I drove up and the security guard buzzed me in.
His house, or rather, mansion, was beyond beautiful and huge; but that only made me that much angrier.
I knocked on his door and was greeted by a very nice, elderly woman. She had a pleasant smile, and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
“I need to speak to Jacob Sand. It's urgent,” I said, ignoring her brief look of confusion.
“I see. He's still in his office right now. But, I'll let him know that you're here—” She paused and glanced at her watch. “Now, did you have a specific appointment time with him, or will you be staying the night?"
My mouth hung open, appalled.
Her eyes opened wide and she looked embarrassed. “Oh, I'm sorry. This must be strictly business related. My mistake.”
She turned to leave but I marched right behind her. She seemed flustered for a moment, but she didn't stop me. She was a smart woman, because our little exchange only made my anger reach a boiling point.
I was seeing red and I was pretty sure I had smoke coming out of my ears by the time we reached his office. In a completely separate wing of the house, of course.
She knocked on his office door and waited.
“Come in,” Jacob barked. It appeared as though he wasn't in the best of moods either.
I stormed right past her and into his office as she followed behind me this time.
Jacob immediately hung up the phone. “Dr. Adams, what are you doing here?”
“We need to talk, now,” I bit out.
He gave me a sexy smirk before focusing his attention on the housekeeper beside me. “Lillian, please hold all of my calls for the rest of the night.”
She nodded and closed the door behind her.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Dr. Adams?” he asked, getting up from his desk.
“I'm not a fucking prostitute!”
He took a step back and stared me down. “What the hell are you talking about, Leah?”
“You paid off my student loans. All of them. You can't just buy me off because you want to have sex with me.”
He flashed me his cocky smile before he crossed his arms and leaned back against his desk. “Number one—I'm fairly certain that I won't have to buy you off in order to have sex with you. Number two—again, you really should have read the fine print on the contract. You are still entitled to the sign on bonus, even if you don't sign on for a new term. The sign on bonus—was me paying off your student loans.”
His eyes narrowed. “For someone so beautiful and smart—you really should learn how to fucking read,” he snapped, causing my jaw to drop.
Now, I felt like the biggest idiot in the world…but then it dawned on me.
“How did you find out my private information, in order to pay it all off in the first place?”
For the first time since I met him, he appeared uneasy. “I own an internet security software company. For all medical, business, and legal professionals. It really wasn't all that hard."
Yup, I should have seen that coming. I shot him a look of disgust before I turned to leave.
“I know almost every single thing about you, Leah,” he whispered when my hand landed on the doorknob.
I stopped dead in my tracks, frozen in fear. Surely, he couldn't mean every single thing about my fucked up life. There were only three people still living that knew about it, and one of them was currently being held in a prison cell.
I didn't have the nerve to face him, so I just stood still. Embarrassment and shame pulsing through my body.
“Leah, you don't have to be ashamed. You're brave, courageous and inspiring.”
His words only angered me more, I wasn't any of those things.
I was just the girl who let her very best friend get murdered by her father. The girl who didn’t stop it from happening. I wasn't courageous enough to prevent it.
I highly doubt he knew anything about that, though…but I needed to find out just how much he did know about me.
“Now I know you're lying. If you knew everything, you would never call me any of those things,” I whispered, looking down.
“I saw the medical records. You've had more sprains and broken bones on your body then a fucking sports team combined. You got dealt not only one; but two, lousy parents. One of whom is unfortunately still alive, sitting in prison, for the murder and rape of a young girl. A young girl you were quite close with. You were even brave enough to turn him in."
My chest constricted. I felt exposed in so many ways and I hated it. My perfect and controlled persona was now cracked.
He saw all the ugly now.
I held my breath and held the tears back as he continued, “So, yes, Leah. I would call you all of those things and then some.” His jaw ticked. “And all of those things have only further added to my feelings for you."
I looked up at him in shock. He meant the feelings he thinks he has for me.
He's a fucking sex addict, that's all he wants. He can't see beyond the smoke screen.
There was only one way I could make those feelings go away for good, and avoid the inevitable hurt that would follow on my end if I let myself believe for one second that his feelings for me were actually real.
I un-tucked my white button up shirt from my jeans. “The only reason you have feelings for me is because you can't have me.”
He shook his head. “No, that's not why. I mean, I can't lie. In the very beginning that was part of the appeal, but not anymore. I really need you to know that."
I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. “Don't lie to yourself, Jacob. I'm giving you what you want. Take me.”
He sucked in a breath and pinned me with a sultry stare. “Don't start something you can't finish. Make sure you can handle this. Because once I start, I am not stopping,” he warned.
He took a step closer to me, eyeballing me like I was his prey. I undid another button and bit my lip. “So, then—what are you waiting for?”
In two more steps he was across the room.
He picked me up, set me down on his desk, and cupped my face in his hands. He kissed me hungrily, biting my lip as he tore the rest of my shirt off, sending buttons flying all across the room.
He buried himself between my breasts and reached for the clasp of my bra. I let out a deep moan when he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck, Leah. I've wanted to do this to you since the first second I laid my eyes on you,” he growled.
He unbuttoned my jeans and I lifted my hips for him as he took off my pants in a frenzy. I ran my fingers through his hair and clasped my arms around his neck, urging him to continue. He answered by ripping my underwear off in one swift motion.
I reached for the hem of his shirt and smiled in appreciation when I lifted it over his head. I ran my hands along his perfectly chiseled abs and almost lost it when my hand traveled down lower—to the enormous bulge forming in his pants.
He kissed my neck and I reached for his zipper and pulled down his pants, springing his erection free.
Holy hell. Not only was he the most perfectly crafted
person known to man, his cock was the hottest one I'd ever seen. Porn stars and magazines had nothing on him. In fact, I was starting to get nervous that maybe I wouldn't be able to handle him after all.
He reached into the drawer of his desk for a condom and quickly put it on. Then he grabbed me and shifted me so that I was perched on the very edge of the desk. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”
I nodded, eagerly. I was more than ready for this. I had been more than ready for this since he walked into my office.
Not wasting another second, he entered me in one fell swoop. I cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain as I adjusted to accommodate both his length and thickness while he slowly started thrusting inside me.
I arched my hips to meet his thrusts and he grunted. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, Leah. Goddamn,” he groaned as he began picking up the pace.
I closed my eyes, I needed him deeper and harder. He was still holding himself back, almost like he was scared of hurting me.
If this was going to be the first and only time we were going to have sex, I didn't want either of us to hold anything back.
My teeth grazed his shoulder and I bit down lightly. “Fuck me like I know you want to.”
My statement seemed to awaken a cardinal desire in him. He flipped me around and pressed my face into the polished mahogany wood of his desk. I soon felt the sting from his hand as he spanked my ass. “Don't say things you don't mean.”
“Who says I don't mean it?” I teased as he grabbed my hips and mounted me from behind.
He began thrusting into me ferociously, causing me to moan and pant. He groaned as the sounds of our bodies slapping against one another filled the room.
“Oh my fucking god!” I yelled as he continued to hammer into me.
I'm pretty sure my loud screams might have even broken the sound barrier. Poor Lillian, hope she had a pair of earplugs.
“You gonna come for me, Dr. Adams?” he growled, while fisting my hair.
Fuck yeah, I was—especially if he kept this wild and frenzied fucking of his up. I glanced over my shoulder, looked him right in the eye and nodded—all while he continued ramming into me without abandon.
“That’s right, Dr. Adams. You’re gonna come all over my cock for me like a good girl.”
Jesus. Hearing my professional title from his lips and the dirty talk spewing from him now only turned me on further and I felt myself grow even more wet.
His hand reached down and he strummed his fingers along my clit.
I arched my back and draped my arm around his neck as he held me in place. “Jacob—” I breathed, as he continued pleasuring me with his fingers and thrusting into me with deep, sturdy strokes, bringing my body over the edge.
He tugged on my hair again and his lips hovered over my ear. “Now,” he commanded as he flicked my clit.
My body instinctively listened to him and a kaleidoscope of colors formed in front of my eyes as I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life.
I continued to scream his name at the top of my lungs as he found his own release.
“Now that was the best therapy session I've ever had. How soon can I make another appointment?” he asked coyly, as we fell on top of his desk.
I laughed. “You mean you still haven't had your fill of me yet?”
“Not by a long shot. If anything, I want even more of you.” He propped himself up on one elbow. “I wasn't kidding when I told you that you're the only one that I want now, Leah. Get that through your head," he said before he grabbed me and kissed me.
Hmm. So, maybe this wasn't just a one-time thing after all?
Chapter 11
“Hey, Leah. I hope you don't mind that I came by,” Jacob greeted me.
Him showing up unexpectedly wasn't such a bother to me anymore.
“Not at all. Come on in,” I replied, bringing him into the kitchen where I was making dinner.
He leaned into me, causing me to become dizzy. “I miss you.”
“Already?” I asked incredulously. “We had sex less than 24 hours ago—not that I'm complaining.”
He backed away appearing uncomfortable. “Don't get me wrong, I'm always up for that with you, but I actually miss you. I wanted to see how you were doing."
My breath caught. This was certainly a side of him I'd never seen before.
I grinned and turned around to cook dinner. “I'm good. Really good now actually.”
It was the truth. There was something about having everything out in the open that made all my nervousness subside.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I'm glad.” He cleared his throat. “I know last night ended off on a great note, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay regarding everything else."
“Surprisingly, I'm actually okay. I like not having anything that I need to hide anymore. I'm not exactly happy about the way you found everything out, but I can't say that I necessarily blame you. It's normal to be curious about someone after you've started developing feelings for them.” I shrugged. “I mean, if your feelings are even the real thing, to begin with, who knows—”
“They are,” he interjected. “All I know, is that I want to see you happy.” He planted a tender kiss on my neck. “All the better for me if I'm the one contributing to it."
I spun around to face him. “Well, I was very, very happy last night.”
“Me too,” he said before he kissed me.
He lifted me up, setting my bottom on the edge of the sink. His tongue danced along with mine seductively and he let out a primal groan, making my heart race and my head spin.
Things were getting hot and heavy, but we were suddenly interrupted.
“Ew, gross!” Danny shouted. “I'm glad you guys kissed and made up, but that doesn't mean I need to see this shit.” He shot us both a look of utter repulsion before walking out of the kitchen.
“I'm so sorry, Jacob.”
His brows furrowed. “Didn't I tell you to stop apologizing for things that aren't wrong?” He kissed my cheek. “I'm gonna play ball with your brother. If that's okay with you, of course.”
He gave me a sexy wink that made me melt. “I want him to know that I'm here for him, too, not just for his hot sister."
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Go play ball with my brother. I'll see you for dinner in about an hour.”
He gave me a quick kiss before playfully swatting me on the behind.
***
“So, what are your plans for tomorrow?” Jacob asked as the three of us sat down at the kitchen table.
I was about to answer that I didn't have any, when I remembered that tomorrow was the day I was supposed to go up to the prison. Obviously, I couldn't say that in front of Danny.
“I have a conference to go to. It's an all day conference. I won't be home until late,” I replied, silently reminding myself to tell Jacob the truth later on in the evening.
“I see. I was going to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner, but I'll take a rain check.”
I grinned at him. “Okay, fine. You’re on.”
Danny shook his head. “Man, is this what I'm gonna be dealing with now? You two love birds making googly eyes at one another all the time."
I poked him in the stomach. “Sorry, kid. You said he was a good guy, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He pointed a thumb at Jacob. “As long as I can still borrow him for a few hours a week to play ball, then it's fine. Just cut that nasty shit out like what I saw before."
Jacob sat up straight. “We can play ball whenever you want, Danny—” He paused and put his hands up defensively. “And I will try my best when it comes to your other concern.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone which was vibrating. “Sorry. I gotta take this," he said, getting up from the table. “Yeah, Mark. What's going on?” he answered, before he walked into the other room.
I turned my attention to Danny. I was silently hoping he wo
uldn't be upset about Jacob and I spending more time together. “You sure you're okay about this, Danny?”
“Relax, sis. I was just busting your chops. It's good to see you happy. You're not such a pain in the ass when you're happy.” He shrugged. “Besides, I've been telling you for like the last 3 years to get a boyfriend."
“He's not my boyfriend. He's just a close friend, but thanks for being so understanding,” I whispered as Jacob came back into the room.
“I'm sorry. I have an emergency at work, I have to go,” Jacob said. “Leah, can you walk me to the door please?”
With a nod, I followed him out to the front door. Before I could process what was happening, he grabbed me and pinned me up against the door, pulling me into such a passionate kiss, I became breathless.
“Have a good night, Dr. Adams. Call me tomorrow after your conference,” he said before leaving.
I just stood there in awe.
I'll never understand what this way too handsome for words man wants with me, but one thing was for damn sure now.
I was willing to take whatever he wanted to give me.
Chapter 12
After falling asleep on the long bus ride and almost missing my stop, I finally made it to Cedar Correctional Facility.
I showed my ID and went through the metal detectors before I made my way into the waiting room and sat behind a glass wall with a phone connected to it.
I was fidgeting and trying to ease my anxiety the best that I could when a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Princess? Is that you?”my father's voice called out to me, making my stomach drop.
I looked up at him. Between all the years of his addiction and prison, he looked like shit. “Hi.”
“I can't believe you're here. Did you bring Danny? Is he here?”
I stared at him hard. “Nope. He's not. He won't ever be here to visit you either.”
He looked confused. “I don't understand. We've been writing each other. What do you mean, princess?”
I leaned forward. “Don't you dare write my brother ever again. You are not someone that he needs in his life. You are a murderer, a rapist, and the world's most horrible father.” I pointed my finger at him. “Don't try and fool him with your lies and manipulation."
