by P. A. Jones
Fatal Attraction vol. 1
P.A. Jones
Copyright © 2013-15 PA Jones
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 1
Zoe
“Olivia, please listen to me. I’m not coming to your stupid party. I’ve an interview tomorrow and I need to prepare for it.” I stood in front of Olivia’s bedroom door. Oh, I hated these parties. Every time Olivia insists I attend a party it turns out a lot weirder than the previous one.
“Come on, Zoe, what interview is it? As a paralegal? Why do you want to be a paralegal when you can join your dad’s firm as an assistant lawyer?” Olivia shouted from inside.
I hated it when she brought up my Dad’s firm in the conversation. “No way, I’m not going there. I would die as a graduate rather than taking a job at my Dad’s firm.”
“It’s a deal then. You will come to the party.” She walked out of her bedroom with red heels in her hand. She was looking gorgeous in her red party dress, especially the way it was showing her cleavage. I wonder why she doesn’t get a committed boyfriend, she has it all.
“What deal?” I raised my eyebrows. She looked sweet, but she wasn’t making any sense.
“That you are coming to the party and skipping the interview.” She smirked at me.
“And why would I do that?” ”Because if you don’t, I’ll tell your dad about your little ambition of becoming a paralegal at some other firm.” Now she was smiling ear to ear because she knew she had me.
“No way you’re going to do that.” I scowled at her. She was a bitch--maybe that’s why she didn’t have a steady boyfriend.
“I can. Remember I told your mom about your boyfriend when it was little too much?”
I threw my shoulders back. She had done it once, and she would do it again. I should never have introduced her to my parents.
“Fuck you, Olivia.” I gave her an angry look and walked in my bedroom. I had to go to party now, but I also had to think about some way to get to the interview.
“And keep this with you.” Olivia entered my bedroom and handed me a black mask, which would cover my eyes completely.
“What’s this for?” I held it high and looked at it. It was made of thin fabric, not too light, not too stiff. It was specially designed and not just sold in a roadside shop.
“You’ll find out.” She gave me a mysterious smile. I knew the party would be even stranger than I had thought.
***
“No, no, no. We can’t go in there.” I could see tens of people entering the posh hotel where the party was happening, all wearing masks. I hated parties, at least the ones where you don’t know many people. And here, I wouldn’t know anyone other than Olivia, as all were wearing fucking masks. “I don’t know anyone in there.”
“Come on, girl, nobody is going to bite you. But if someone eats you tonight, I’ll be more than happy.” She held my arm and pushed me forward. When she decided that I was getting in there, she would do anything to make it happen. She had a weird sense of helping people, and I was one of her test subjects these days.
The moment I entered, loud, jazzing music came alive. When I looked around for Olivia, she had already vanished in the sea of people. I tried looking for the girl with golden hair and red dress, but she was nowhere to be seen. I was lost in the party now.
Suddenly, she was back at my side. “Here you go,” Olivia said, bringing two glasses of wine, and a stranger with a mask.
“Do you know him?” I asked. He didn’t look like any common friend of ours.
“Who cares, everything goes behind the mask.” She sipped the wine and vanished back in the crowd. I guess she was going to dance with that stranger now.
I slipped away from the party. The most irritating thing about these parties was being alone in the crowd. Olivia was the girl with the magic. I don’t know how, but she could get a man hanging around her before she even had a chance to say hello to the host. And I remain alone, drinking wine. I guess that’s why I hate parties.
“Do you hate them?” A deep male voice came by my side.
I turned to put a face to that voice, but it wasn’t possible. With him wearing a mask, I could only guess at the face, which I wasn’t really interested in. But before I turned back to look at the party, I stole a glance at his body. It was chiseled and his jacket fit it perfectly—more than perfectly. His shirt clung tightly over a definite set of six packs and his muscles bulged under his navy blue casual jacket. He had a hint of beard below the mask, but I bet it looked dashing on him. I longed to put a face to the physique.
“Excuse me.” Another male voice popped out of the crowd. A man walked in front of me with two vodka shots in his hands. He pushed one in my hand. “One for the beautiful lady standing alone.” He chuckled like he just cracked a joke.
“Sorry, I don’t want this.” I replied and put that glass on the bar table. I need to get out of here. Olivia, I am going to kill you for bringing me.
“Hey, lady, I asked you politely.” The man held tightly to my arm.
“Let go of my hand or I will slap you.” I bit my lower lip. I knew jerks like him; he was drunk and completely lost his manners.
“Get out of here, Mister.” The man who talked with me first stood near me.
“Who are you to tell me?” The man with the vodka glass raised his voice.
“I said, leave the lady alone,” the man in the blue jacket whispered clearly.
“And if I don’t?” The jerk increased the pressure on my hand.
Without my anticipation the man in the blue jacket threw a punch at that jerk’s face. The jerk hit the ground and took me with him.
The man in the blue jacket lunged forward to save me from falling down. He held my arm firmly so I could balance back on my legs.
“Thanks,” I said, my heart racing. I looked at the jerk, still lying on ground. I guess he lost his senses. “Is he all right?” I looked back at the man in blue jacket.
“Yes, he is. It was just a punch, not a hammer. Don’t worry; he must be drunk.” He was still holding my hand. He pulled me closer to him. His breath was touching my cheeks now, and it felt good. Why, I didn’t know. “Shall we get to other side, so this jerk doesn’t disturb you again?”
I nodded my head and we walked to the other corner of the party.
“So, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, do you hate parties?”
“And why would you ask that?” I was still recovering from the drama.
“Because I hate them, too.”
“Mister, if you’re trying to hit on me, then back off. I have a boyfriend waiting for me.” I lied, because I didn’t want the conversation to continue. He saved me just few seconds back, but I wasn’t ready to turn it into a one night stand. I just wanted to get out of there, and think about the interview scheduled next day.
“Zoe, so you got a man. I’m proud of you, darling.�
� Olivia emerged out of nowhere. She pretended to hug me, but actually she was trying to say something. “I know you haven’t banged a hottie in the last eight months, so don’t hold back.”
“Wait, how do you know that?” I snapped back. That was my secret, and nobody knew it, not even Olivia.
“Why the heck does it matter?” She giggled and vanished again.
“I guess you wanted to say, you have a girlfriend.” The stranger in the blue jacket stepped closer to me. “And she is enjoying the party with someone else.”
“Look, whoever-you-are, I have an interview at a law firm tomorrow and I need to think about that rather than wasting my time here.” Oh, he was irritating me now.
“Well, then, you’re with the right man. I can give you a few tips.”
“And how is that possible? Are you a judge or something?” I giggled. Now he was trying to make a move on me.
“No, but I stand at other side of him.”
“Lawyer?” I wasn’t surprised. He was making a solid attempt to get me in the bed. And that was not bad. Because Olivia was right, and I haven’t had so much as a physical touch with anyone in eight months, ever since I broke up with my last boyfriend. What could go wrong with a one night thing?
“Junior partner at a respected firm.” He replied, sipping the whiskey.
“I’m listening.”
***
My mobile alarm buzzed to wake me up from the pink morning dream I was having. When I opened my eyes, I found myself smiling. Last night was crazy. The strange man in the mask was crazy. I never expected I would end up in a hotel room with him. An urge filled my heart to see his face. There was something special about him that attracted me to spend the night with him. Or maybe I was too alone and desperate. Anyway, I’d had my best night ever with a stranger.
I closed my eyes, and could feel his hand all over my naked body again. Wow, how could he do make me feel so good with just his fingers?
My mobile buzzed again. The reminder for my interview flashed on the screen.
Fuck. If I stay here, I’ll be late. But then I won’t see his face or get his number. I looked around, he wasn’t anywhere. Did he just leave me alone in the suite? A sharp anger poked my mind.
At the next moment I heard the sound of shower. We did it three times during the night, why wouldn’t he? But I still hadn’t seen his face, despite the fact he must have seen mine when he got up.
My alarm buzzed again. If I was going to make the interview, I had to get to my house, change and take a cab. If I spent even another five minutes thinking about him, I was definitely going to miss the interview. Goddamn, what should I do now? A part of me was pulling me towards the bathroom; I wanted to see that man and take his number if possible.
Screw it, waiting on a man had backfired on me once. I need this job. I pulled a notepad and wrote my number on it and put back my clothes and ran from there. A piece of my heart regretted doing that. But I had no choice.
Chapter 2
Mark
"Fuck, fuck" I pushed my hair back as the water flowed through it. That woman sleeping outside is the craziest girl I ever met. I confessed it to myself again and again. The water was flowing over my body, going over the bite marks she made on my neck. God damn, her biting skill, it's a different story all together.
I'd never let a woman control sex in my whole life. All other times it was me who dominated the woman in bed. I'd many means for that, darker and brutal. But the moment I met her in that crazy party, somewhere in my mind I knew she was going to be different. And she was, every move of her was different, specially the way she rode up on my cock. Damn that was....... Gosh, my cock rose as I thought about her perky tits bouncing as she rode on my cock. It was fucking crazy and awesome.
I turned the shower head to the left so it would throw more water at me. I needed more water. Because the moment I got out of the shower, I was going to fuck her again, unless she dropped on her knees and begged me to stop. "And hell, that's not gonna happen."
I smiled in the mirror. I closed my eyes and I could see her blue eyes lighten in my mind, her sweet aroma swirled around my senses. Damn, how could a woman affect me so much?
I slowly opened the bathroom door to look at her beautiful face. But the bed was empty—she wasn't there. I got out naked, dripping in water. She was nowhere in the suit. Fuck, she had left me. Fuck, how would I search her in the whole of New York City? Why would she do that? She can't go like this while making me crazy for her.
A note flipped on the bed as the air flew outside from the bathroom. I picked it up. A phone number was written on that with a word—Sorry.
She had left, but at least I got her number. And looking at the bed I guessed I would be dialing that for sure.
***
"Good morning, Mark." Justin Smith walked in as soon as I hopped my ass on my chair. Justin was my boss, the managing partner of the firm. But I didn't want to see him; I was still in the mood of the last night. That girl was just awesome. On top of that she had a beautiful name, Zoe, sounds like music. Fuck, it sounds like throwing her on the bed and ripping her clothes off to fuck her again and again.
"Good Morning, Justin. When I said I will kick ass on Roland's Food, I meant it." He must be here asking about that case.
"I'm not here for that." He sucked in the chair across my office table.
"Then why are you here?" I raised my brows as I turned on my Mac book.
"It's my company."
"Agreed, but it's my office." I smirked at him. I wasn't going to listen to his shit. I billed huge hours and he had no say over everything I do.
"Agreed." He chuckled "I want you to do some interviews for the new associate pool.
"Sorry, I can't. I'm busy playing Checkers on my awesome computer."
"If you ever want to be a senior partner, you would take those interviews." He added the icing now.
"When did I say no?" I closed my Mac. "I'm all in. How many associates do you want? I will take all. No interviews needed."
"Easy, there, easy. I want only the best of them.” He stood and turned to take off from my office, but then turned back around. "I want at least three, Mark. Last time, you rejected them all."
"Because they were douche bags. I couldn't stand to them." I threw my hands in the air. I remember that torture on my brain. I asked one person about some civil cases that got famous in the last year and he told me about Monica Lewinsky. Do they all just mug up when they study in law school?
"Get it done, Mark," he snapped as he walked out.
***
"Next." I called the next candidate. I'd interviewed four now, but all were jerks. They don't even know why they wanted to be a lawyer.
"Good morning, sir." A familiar voice popped in. But I couldn't guess who it was while looking at the pile of the resumes in front of me.
My neck jerked up. Zoe was standing in front of me. Zoe, the beautiful girl I fucked last night.
Last Night(**Will be referenced as That Night further)
The moment we entered the room her hands moved inside my jacket, searching for something. Hell, I got to know what she was searching for in a moment. She slipped her hands along my sides and then into my trousers only to grab my cock over the thin fabric of my briefs.
"I want to see it now." She bent forward licking my left earlobe.
"What?" I was taken by surprise. She was directly asking to see my cock. Hell, I didn't mind showing it, but yes, I was surprised. And her hand was traversing all over my briefs, sending tingles all across my body. She was different.
"And what are you going to do with it?" I asked. Though I wanted to take it out and find out.
"I'm gonna cut it from the root," she smirked.
"Wait, are you the cock cutter from the last year? That case was damn famous."
"Why don't you let me show you who am I?" she licked the skin on my neck.
So far, this was going differently than I imagined. I know woman; I sleep with many. But none as
ked for my cock straight away. Let's see where it goes.
I tossed my belt away and then loosened the button.
She snatched my pants down in a swift motion and knelt in front of me. Her palm was on my cock. Only the thin fabric of my brief was preventing her direct touch.
She scratched my balls through the fabric. My cock jumped in response. I was erect, more than normal and I was afraid that it would tear apart my briefs if I didn’t get it out. But I didn't have to. She lowered my briefs to glance at my cock. She was looking at it as if it was ice-cream. I liked the way she was staring at my cock. This was getting interesting.
"What are you waiting for?" I grabbed a handful of her hair to turn her face towards my face. I wanted to see the lust in her eyes. The lust she gathered by looking at my cock.
"Just thinking about where to place this gorgeous specimen in my collection?" she offered.
"It would be on the top-most shelf, baby." I chuckled. She had a sense of humor. Collection of cocks, shady and funny.
She ran her finger over the length of my cock. It arched more with her touch. I was feeling the pressure inside now. I'd had plenty of girls suck my cock, but the way she was looking at me was giving me tingles.
She slipped her tongue out of her mouth like a snake and tasted the tip of my cock, then circled it around the tip. "You don't taste bad."
"And I don't fuck badly." I replied.
She looked up, giving me a mysterious smile. I couldn't see her eyes clearly, but I bet they were as beautiful as her cleavage I could see from my position. My cock became harder as I looked deep inside her cleavage. I was thinking of ways to work on her inviting tits.
She licked the tip again, but this time she continued to the end of my erection. She didn't stop there as she continued her path to my balls. The next moment she took one of my balls inside her mouth and sucked it, hard. Oh, damn, that never happened to me. It was painful, but it was good. I would just say: it was awesome.
I grabbed more of her hair with force. She was doing something amazing. She took the second ball in her mouth and sucked that too. She was applying a distinct pressure on my balls, and that was pushing me to my release. It was throbbing inside me to get out. But she wasn't letting me do that, her hand was playing with my erection in different ways than I had ever felt before. She was controlling my release.
