Dirty Boss

by Mia Ford

  At times, I don’t know if I hate Sam or if I hate myself more?

  “Scarlett you’re beautiful. Stop looking at yourself that way.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You have the most assuming plump lips, long, sleek fair hair and the most enchanting eyes.”

  “And a butt the size of Central Park,” I sigh as I turn to the side and point to my butt.

  “There you go again, men like a bit of meat on a body. Something that they can grab a hold of.”

  Coming from her that’s a bit comical. Gretchen works out like crazy, a five-mile jog in the morning followed by a gym workout at night every single day.

  “I look like a whale this dress is too tight and I can hardly breathe in the midsection, because it’s so tight. I would borrow something from you, but I know that none of your clothes would fit me, besides the last thing I should be doing is looking for another man. That’s what got me in trouble in the first place.”

  Her dark eyes move closer to mine as she spins me around to face her, “I’m not saying that you should marry the first man you meet. I’m just saying I want my bestie to have some fun. Besides Sam wasn’t a man. He was the devil in disguise and you just got burned big time.”

  I nod as I think about it, I’m shaking inside. The whole idea of letting another man near me right now doesn’t feel like an option. I’ve given my heart out once and I was so wrong about that, I’m not doing it again.

  Not this year and certainly not next.

  “It’s been six months how long are you going to punish yourself?” she asks as if she can read my mind.

  We both hear the apartment buzzer and then she whispers as she kisses and hugs me. “You didn’t have to do this. I’m not pushing you out you know?”

  I nod as I pull back thinking that it’ll probably take me six years to get over what’s happened to me. It may be a little thing to her, but it’s so damn huge. I thought I knew what I was going to do with my life. Now, I just don’t have a clue.

  “I just thought that I could maybe do with a change of scenery and get my head together. Even if it means with Aunt Betty.”

  She winks, “You’ll have fun you’ll see.”

  The buzzer goes again and I’m about to ask her if she’s having one of her gut feelings. Sometimes I feel that she has some secret sense about things. She never makes mistakes, then again, she’s completely focused whereas my excuse was always that I’m in love.

  I start walking to the intercom and hear Daniel, Aunt Betty’s driver on the other line.

  “I’m here to take Ms. Young to the Rowtons.”

  I laugh, “Daniel when are you going to stop being so formal?”

  I buzz him in. I dash to the bedroom to get my case. Not that there was much in it. I wasn’t taking my sweats and I’m scared of spending any money apart from when it comes to binge eating, so I didn’t shop. I didn’t feel like it and the realization of my weight gained only started this morning when I tried on this dress. I knew that I’d gone up a couple of pounds, but this dress makes me feel as if I’ve gone up a couple of sizes or maybe more.

  Daniel presses the bell and I stand happy to see that he hadn’t changed. The same smiling face that always used to make me feel warm greets me.

  “Scarlett, you haven’t changed a bit. As beautiful as ever.”

  I wrap my arms around him. It feels as if it’s been forever since I’ve seen him.

  “You always know how to make me feel better.”

  He pulls away, and smiles, “That’s because I always told you the truth.”

  Like the time, the kids bullied me at school about my weight and Daniel was the one that put them in their place. Or after I’d lost the weight and I was still being teased as the fat girl. He was the one that came to pick me up when Stuart Hunt said that he’ll take me out on a date. They laughed watching me stand and wait for hours. Daniel was the one who took me out for ice-cream. He promised not to tell a soul and as he grabbed my bag and I said goodbye to Gretchen. I realized that maybe she’s right. Things will work out even better than I could imagine or hope for.

  Chapter Two

  Joshua

  I hate fucking socializing which is why I built my property business on everyone else doing the shit that I hate doing so much. The old lady, Ms. Betty Young has one request. She says that I need to take her niece away for the weekend. I don’t even know how she came up with the idea. The annual charity ball takes place every year.

  “I’m adding extra spice to this year’s ball and if you want that land. You’ll have to play along.”

  She’s one of the shrewdest and richest women that I’ve ever met. But you wouldn’t know it looking at her. She may be pushing eighty, but has the body of a twenty-year-old and a mind of a ninety-year-old. Well, that’s how it appears on the surface. It seems that she’s not in her right mind, but she knew exactly why I was visiting her that day.

  “I know why you’ve come to see me, but I have one simple request. My niece is coming to town and when she comes to the ball and during the auction. I’ll bid for you for one date. But I want more than one date. I want you to work your magic.”

  Shit, the old lady was asking me to fuck her niece. I laughed at her suggestion, “You want me to fuck your niece?”

  She looked at me for a second before standing up and asking me if I wanted a drink.

  I don’t date.

  Everyone in town knows that I have a reputation. People talk, but I don’t fucking care, because I just fuck.

  Dating gets would get me into trouble, fucking hot water. Which is why I avoid it like the plague. Besides I didn’t build my business on dating. When my loser dad decided to try and find a replacement for my mom after she died of cancer it got him burned and no amount of cool water got rid of the pain. Women used him. He had money and they only loved that, his money, but he was too blind to see it.

  I came home from school one day to find the foreclosure notice and my dad’s hung body above it in his study. He couldn’t take the pressure, he didn’t think about me. Part of me wondered at the time if he even cared. All I knew was from that day forward before I was moved from one foster care home to the next, I would never, ever fall in love.

  I shook my head, “I’m not going to be blackmailed into getting that land, Ms. Young.”

  She laughed as she took a sip of a glass of water. Slow sips, enough for her to bind her time to reply to me.

  “I know about your reputation and I know that you have a tendency to make women feel better.”

  That’s a fucking understatement. I love fucking all types of women. I’m not fussed. The different shapes mean that they have different bonuses, that’s the way I like to look at it. Various types of golden opportunities. Big tits, I love to lick them and put my cock in between and while squeezing them and having my balls rub up and down them.

  Slim girls, I love to put my tongue in between their legs and enter their pussy like a slow train. And then after I’ve had them come once, maybe twice like a train docking at a station, I love to start all over again.

  Curvy girls, who have a little booty and tits to match I love to feel my lips all over their bodies. Tasting it and sending them into fucking ecstasy. A world that their bodies never been too.

  All girls, I love to hear them scream and call out my name. Knowing that I own that climax. I made them feel that way and no man can fucking compare.

  That’s the type of women I like and no doubt her niece would fall into that category, but I won’t be told to fuck a woman. I choose. Not them.

  She put her glass down and looked me directly in the eye, “I know your reputation as I said before and I want my niece to feel better. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

  Damn! The old lady was flirting with me, she was right. It wasn’t as if she was asking me to go down the aisle with her niece. Just make her feel better as she so eloquently described it.

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Don’t wha
t, Mr. Moore?”

  “Make her feel better. I mean maybe there’s something so wrong with your niece that even I can’t please her.”

  I was toying with her, making her think that it was a job that I couldn’t do. But it wasn’t a challenge. It never is.

  She stood up as if she was bringing the meeting to an end. The one that I set-up and she’d agreed to, I’d been waiting patiently for four weeks for her to fit me in her dairy and now she was dismissing me like a piece of trash.

  I started to get annoyed because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I got the answer that I needed that was on my agenda today and nothing was going to make me change my mind about that.

  “I don’t have time for games Mr. Moore. She flicked her gray and brown bang away from her eyes. She scrunched up her oval shaped lips and repeated, “If you want that land. Then you’ll put your reputation for the test. It’ll be worth it I’m sure.”

  I pondered on it for a minute. Wondering if there was something wrong with her niece. That could be the only reason that she was offering her niece’s pussy in exchange for the deal.

  “I’m offering you double what the land’s worth and I don’t understand this request.”

  I shook my head, because out of all the deals that I’d secured, I’d been asked to play golf. Even go on a spa weekend so that the owners could come to a decision. But never, never in the ten years that I’ve built my mini empire have I been asked to fuck someone else.

  “What’s wrong with your niece?”

  She laughed as she came closer towards me. She crossed her legs and exposed the twenty-year legs that she possessed and I wondered if this was all part of some test.

  “There’s nothing wrong with my niece. She’s upset.”

  I was just about to say something when she interrupted, “That’s not the right word I would use. Depressed is more like it. Her boyfriend used her in many ways and I just want her to feel good about herself again.”

  “By having sex with me?”

  She waved her finger, “Not just sex. I could pay someone for that. I told you that I just want you to make her feel better. I’ve been with men like you before.”

  This time I’m the one standing up.

  “I heard,” I nodded as I remember hearing the rumors but hearing it coming from her mouth has just confirmed them. She’s not just a shrewd business woman, she’s really something else.

  “Anyway, she’s coming tonight and I need you to make sure that she gets back to her old self.”

  She shakes her head, “That’s all I want. You see unlike you Mr. Moore I love my family. They mean more to me than some piece of land.”

  I nodded, because for a minute I thought that she was insulting me, but as her eyes closed slightly as she watched me move.

  I lifted up my hand and said, “It’s a deal. But I won’t be paying you that price.”

  She agreed, “I know. Look over the contract that I’ve had drawn up. I think that you’ll see that it’s a fair price.”

  As she handed me the contract and I flicked through the pages. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but I kept my composure as I shook her hand and said, “I’ll look over it and give it to my lawyer. If I can, then I’ll give it to you tonight.”

  She shook her head, “There’s no need. We can meet the same time on Monday. You would have finished with my niece and I’ll be more than happy to sign the papers.”

  I hesitated for a minute and then as I turned to walk out of her office. I didn’t even know her name.

  “What’s your niece’s name?”

  I turned to see that she wasn’t sitting on her desk anymore. She was behind it and typing on her laptop.

  “Scarlett.”

  “Oh, like Scarlett O’Hara, a damsel in distress.”

  She mocked, “My niece is fair from a damsel and she’s not distressed and she certainly doesn’t need rescuing. She just needs a pick-me-up and as I said, I’m sure you’ll fit the bill to do that. Good day, Mr. Moore. I have a lot of work to do.”

  I opened and closed my mouth, but then as I left her office I didn’t know if I had a boner for only her niece or the land too?

  I realized as I walked out and looked at the contract, the deal was for nearly twenty five percent less than I’d originally offered. It was a fucking bonus. I hated to admit that Ms. Young was right, I needed this land to get me back into the black from the red. Between taxes and the rate of inflation my business has been suffering. There’s a development company that has the means and plans to develop on that land. Everyone’s been trying to cut a deal with her for them to develop on it. I just happened to have the right connection.

  My cock had the right reputation and I intend to use it to get exactly what I need. Not only was I going to show her niece a good time tonight. I’ll have her begging for more and when the land’s mine. Maybe I’ll give it to her one more time. Just as a means of thanks for securing not only the deal of the century, but my lifetime.

  Chapter Three

  Scarlett

  I feel like a little kid as I see that we’re getting closer to the house. The climate is so different from New York in Rowtons. The Porsches, Ferraris and other expensive models all flood the roads as the odd cyclist passes by in hot pants and caps.

  I do miss the town that I used to spend my summer vacations as a kid. I hated as I got older and mom used to take us to the Caribbean. I used to consider Rowtons as my second home. The place that I could have pool parties and catch up with other kids that I hadn’t seen all year long. Back then the summer vacations didn’t seem long enough.

  “We’re nearly there,” Daniel announces on the intercom.

  “I know,” I beam as I see us approaching the gate. I take in the beautiful green scenery of the conifers and the roses which are neatly displayed next to it. Aunt Betty planted the conifers because she said that she wanted to have some privacy. Even though it’s a mile between the gate and her house. The ‘Young Residence’ sign hangs over it and as we drive down the pebbled lane towards it, all my fears about staying here this week are washed away. It’s nearing seven, but the sun is still strong as I think about Rowtons and all it has to offer. The house, which Aunt Betty calls home has ten bedrooms, a sauna, an outdoor as well as an indoor swimming pool. Luxuries that I used to be accustomed to, before I stood up to my family and said that I had a life with Sam.

  I laugh at the irony of it all. To think that I’d turned my back on this life, as I roll down the window and the sun beams hit the inside of the limo. Living in New York has its benefits during the summer, but the winters are too cold, unlike in Rowtons when winter is merely fifteen degrees rarely less. Aunt Betty’s waiting for me outside on the stairs of her mansion. One of many that she owns. She invested heavily when my uncle died of cancer. She said that it was her way of dealing with her loss, especially seeing as she had no children. A choice that they both made and she said that she never regretted it seeing as she had a niece who spent her summers with her most of the time.

  She looks flawless and the irony of her telling me that this could be her last year feels like a joke. No one knows her true age apart from mom, but she forgets and constantly confuses it with how old Aunt Betty should be and her actual age.

  It’s irrelevant because even with her pale skin, even though she lives in such a hot climate she could easily be mistaken for a woman in her forties. She says that most of it’s to do with her healthy lifestyle. She’s never drank alcohol, smoked or even tried any form of drugs. She believes in healthy living and is a guru at yoga. She looks beautiful in a sequence black dress and the last time I saw her she had splatters of gray in her hair, which seemed to have all disappeared.

  “Auntie,” I beam as Daniel stops the car and I don’t wait for him to open my door. She draws near.

  “Scarlett,” she wraps her arms around me. “I’m so glad that you came. I was getting worried that you may change your mind.”

  “I spoke to you last night, this m
orning and even in the car. Why did you get worried?”

  “I don’t know dear. At this age, you worry about everything. You’ll know when you get there.”

  She pats me on the back, but as much as she likes to pretend that she’s the eccentric aunt. I think that sometimes it’s all an act. She knows, I can see it in her eyes.

  She cups my chin, “You’re as beautiful as a flower and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

  Yep, she definitely knows and I want to cry into her arms and tell her that the last few weeks have been horrible. That I’ve been living a nightmare with my eyes wide open.

  “We need to get you inside and dressed up.”

  “Oh, I thought that I could go like this.” She tuts and says, “You could dear, but you won’t. Wait until you see the dress that I picked out for you.”

  I sigh, “But it may not fit. I’ve gone up a couple of sizes.”

  She wraps her hand around my waist, “I can see that dear. I can hardly put my arm around you anymore. Don’t worry, I’m sure that I got the size right.”

  “Aunt Betty…”

  “Don’t. I need to go to the back, make sure that everything’s set-up for later. You have exactly one hour before the guests arrive.”

  I’m trying to catch my breath and keep up with her as she leads us away from the limo. I didn’t even have a chance to thank Daniel as he whisks past us holding my bag. That’s when she points to it, “Why did you bring things with you?”

  “Because I have clothes and my Mac.”

  She shakes her head, “You didn’t come here to work and I think judging by the size of the dress. You need some new clothes. I already went shopping for you.”

  “Aunt Betty,” because I’m a bit annoyed. She’s treating me like a little kid. I’m a grown woman and right now I feel like leaving here.