The President

by Archer, Addy

  I never take a moment to check out a woman—other than the casual glance at their tits to get my cock going. But the one who landed in my claws for the taking has started to jerk around with my feelings. Normally I have none. I’d shake someone awake to get the answer I need, but the thought of waking her is unsettling, knowing she hurt her head earlier.

  Fuck it. I don’t need this chick messing with my head. She needs to mess with my cock and take everything the way I give it to her. I claimed her. I own her. Right now I need to know if the pimp she was referring to is Romero. My guys are waiting for me to return with the answer.

  Inching closer, I freeze in place as a knife presses against my throat. I stare into cold, dead eyes until Angie blinks a few times and then seems to sigh in relief as the steel of her knife disappears from my neck.

  Fucking hell. She could have killed me right here, right now. Knowing I slit her stepsister’s throat, it would be damn justified too, but it seems she doesn’t consider me a threat. She retreated her fucking weapon. A weapon Hunt didn’t remove from her body.

  My mind is still boggling over this fact as Angie swings her legs off the mattress and casually strolls to the refrigerator. She opens it and slides her head in, ass up, to glance inside. Now my mind slides straight into the gutter as I silently stroll up behind her and I lean over, whispering, “Tempting, Fixer.”

  Her whole body goes completely rigid, and she bangs her head against the refrigerator. Loud curses flow from her mouth as she spins around and pushes me back.

  “The fact I’m a damn fixer should make you aware I could dispose of your body real quick, asshole. Shit, that hurts,” she groans, closing her eyes and rubbing her head.

  Without thinking I pull her against my body, keeping her pinned with one arm while I inspect her head with the other.

  “No need to remind me, darlin’. Pretty sure no one has ever gotten close to me like you did. Close enough to put a damn knife against the skin of my neck,” I murmur.

  She steps away from me, and I let her. Glaring, she tells me, “Keep me around long enough to find out I can do so at every turn.”

  I can help but smirk. “You’re my old lady. There’s nowhere to go, other than sticking by my side.”

  Her eyes grow wide. “You’re kidding. Come on, you can’t do this. I thought you were joking because of your brother—the whole pissing, bigger cock thing.”

  I tilt my head to the side as my eyes narrow. “You’ve seen my brother’s cock? ’Cause I for sure as shit can tell you mine’s bigger.”

  She shakes her head and releases a deep sigh. “For fuck’s sake. Your dick is the only one I’ve seen. Remember how you had it on show the first time we met? Right. Now focus, you and me? Not happening. I’m fine with your help keeping your brother and the pimp away with the whole ‘old lady’ charade, but that’s all it is—a charade. Besides, I’m not even sure if the pimp will come after me. I’m not the one who killed her. I’m just listed as her emergency person, or so it seems, with her pimp knowing I’m Xandra’s sister.”

  “I’ll keep my brother away from you, and anyone else who dares to harm you in any way. And you act as if you have a choice in the matter. Let me enlighten you.” I step closer and tower over her. “You. Fucking. Don’t. You’re mine, all of you.”

  “All of me? How does that even work? I’m not a whore like my stepsister. I won’t work for you or get down on my fucking knees to do all your bidding. I’ll slice your throat the next chance I get.”

  “You won’t slice my damn throat, and you’re not a fucking whore,” I thunder. “You’re mine, and I won’t ever let someone touch what’s mine. You have my protection, and I won’t mess with your business unless you want me to. But you will stay here until I’ve cleared up the danger surrounding you.”

  “So, it’s kinda like a business deal?” she hesitantly asks until her eyes grow wide again. “Sex in return for protection? So, that makes me your personal whore then? And the whole ‘not letting anyone touch what’s mine’ thing? I’m guessing that shit doesn’t fly for you, right? You’re free to swing your dick in and out of every pussy you can get? No thanks. Let me out of here, and I’ll get on a plane and leave for a two-year vacation. Problem solved.”

  “I have enough respect not to touch stray cunts when I—” I start, but she cuts me right off.

  “When you have me around, but as soon as I’m out of sight you’ll fuck around like my father did. Or that brother of yours offering me to be a piece on the side. Right. Great. Awesomesauce. No thanks. This is the whole reason I don’t date, and it has nothing to do with the one time I did go out with a guy and your dear brother killed him and called me to fix the mess to make his point clear. I have no life nor a damn choice. Nope, nothing at all. All men are cunt-loving whores,” she seethes.

  I wrap my fingers around her throat and give it a firm squeeze to draw her attention and rip her away from her rant. Though, I fully understand her ramblings about her father’s obsession with whores, and the damage it caused, but shit will be different between me and her. It’s plain logic she doesn’t trust me, but she doesn’t fucking know me. So, I need to be very damn clear.

  “If I give a person my word, it fucking stands, understood?” I snarl.

  Her tits are rising and falling, and her pulse picks up underneath my palm. My cock is hard as fuck with all this bickering back and forth.

  I press myself against her to make her aware what she’s doing to me. “It’s safe to say you spike my interest in every angle, and I won’t be having issues being faithful if you fulfil your end of the deal.”

  Her lips part, and a sexy-as-fuck gasp slides out. Her throat bobs in my grip. “My end of the deal. As in sex, I assume? How many times a day?”

  The corner of my mouth twitches. How the hell did we go from her having a knife to my throat to negotiating sex? “Whenever we feel like it. No minimum, but no max either.”

  I let my grip on her neck loosen and slide my fingers to the back of her head.

  “Great,” she snickers. “Are we going to draw up a contract? Anal, no anal?”

  “There will be anal,” I croak. My cock is so damn hard by now I can’t fucking bear it.

  She rubs her hands over her face and mutters, “I’ve landed in the twilight zone. This is too weird to be reality.”

  When I started the day with the whore and Myk fucking me over, I never would have believed this day would take a turn for the better. Let alone think today was the day I’d claim an old lady, but now? “Believe it, darlin’, this is our reality. And we’ll work out the finer details as we go, but the bottom line is, you’re mine in every way as I’m yours. The deal stands for the both of us.”

  C H A P T E R F O U R

  ~ ANGIE ~

  “Yeah, you’re mine. Great sappy, sunshine and roses thing.” I wave my hand to speed things up but suddenly realize something about this reality. I poke a finger against his hard pecs. “Wait. If we’re doing this, I won’t have you anywhere near any whores, understood? No lap dance, feel ’em up, test rides, nothing. You’ll keep your brother away from me, and I will keep running my business without you touching my income or having any part of it; it’s mine. I’ll stay here with you, and once you’ve cleared up the mess with the pimp, then we’ll meet up every once in a while. Or do you expect me to live here?”

  “Do you have an apartment?”

  “You agree with my ‘not coming anywhere near any damn whores’ statement first,” I snap.

  He takes my head in both of his hands and holds my gaze as he rumbles, “The only action my mouth, hands, and cock will have is from your body. You have my word. And I get your father’s ways have made you doubt the power behind loyalty, but you don’t know me. I’m not your damn father, and I’m loyal to the core. You give me what I ask for, and you will receive your end of the deal in return.”

  The intensity of his stare warms my whole body. His words are pinned with a knife to my chest as a vivid reminder. My fat
her has messed me up when it comes to loyalty and trust in men. But Alaric makes me doubt if he’s an exception, if he would stay loyal to me and keep his promise. I guess there’s only one way to find out.

  “I don’t have an apartment,” I mutter as my attention slips down to his lips. “I travel from hotel room to hotel room, so I’m never pinned to one place.”

  “Starting now you are. I have you pinned, Angie. You’re mine.” I don’t get to reply because his mouth crashes hard against mine.

  Our teeth clash, but there’s no room for thoughts when I feel his fingers grip my hair to roughly pull my head to the side to devour my mouth more thoroughly. His other hand pulls me closer against him, rubbing his erection against my stomach, making me moan. I let my nails trail over the skin of his neck, and he groans, spurring me on.

  If by any chance he kisses the way he has sex, then I need to get naked right this instant and give him my virginity. He makes me feel so good. Tingles spread through my body while heat builds between my legs, and it’s all because of his magical tongue dominating mine. The tight grip in my hair with the bite of sensual pain is addictive.

  “Pres, what’s taking so long?” Hunt’s voice bellows through the door.

  Alaric ends the kiss, and I release a frustrated groan. “I’m seriously rethinking liking him as a friend.”

  Alaric releases a bark of laughter, but his eyes quickly turn serious. “Believe me when I say he’s a good choice as a friend for you. And he’s right, I did come over to ask you a question.”

  “What was the question?” I whisper, my eyes locked on his mouth, remembering how good it felt against mine.

  They move and yet I hear nothing until Alaric tips my chin up with his finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I said, is the name of Xandra’s pimp Romero?”

  “Yes,” I snap, agitated, and step away from Alaric. “He’s an asshole. I told you I had to deal with him once, right? Xandra owed him a load of money. But instead of warning me or asking for help, she decided it was a better idea to put me to work. Meaning she told him I could work off her debt by using my pussy. Would you believe he already had a guy waiting for me when he came to my hotel room to have a little chat on how to clear away Xandra’s debt?”

  Alaric growls low in his throat and it makes me wince as I continue, “I kinda lied and told him I was involved with someone and I only had to make one call and his life would be over. I might have mentioned Bruno’s name. I had no choice. When my name, my business, and the sound of Bruno’s name hit his ears, everything fell into place for him. He called Bruno to double check, and Bruno made Romero back off… I have to do something in return, though. Bruno is an asshole. But I guess nothing’s for free in this world, and he did get Romero off my back. Romero made it very clear Xandra wasn’t off the hook, though. I’ve paid her debt once before, but she kept snorting stuff up her nose and built new debts right back up. There’s only so much I can do for people who don’t care about themselves. I was already done before all this happened with trying to make me a whore to pay off her debt, so I stepped away completely after Romero’s visit.”

  I release a deep sigh and make sure to lock my gaze with Alaric’s. “But I did help out her mom when she called about the money for her treatment. Xandra—always grabbing hold of every opportunity—also reached out to make me give her the money for her mother’s treatment, but I already paid the bill. No way I’d ever trust her again. I was right how she was lying, scamming, cheating her way to get more money out of me. Then the whole thing with Myk. Some people are just plain assholes without one damn care about others. Family, no family, blood, no blood. Human beings. Everyone’s an asshole, and they only care about themselves.”

  Hate is a big word, but I’ve always disliked Xandra. Her mother too. Cut from the same wood the both of them. Those kind of people only live for personal gain. And it’s not because they earned their money a different way than most people. Hell, I get along with Lexi just fine; I don’t have anything against whores in general. Lexi is kind and doesn’t treat me any different or try to pull me into her business.

  People can’t hide who they truly are inside, and maybe I’ve only dealt with the kind of people who are ugly on the inside. With my background and life experience, it’s hard to let people in. Not to mention the line of business I’m in. It’s not like I can bring a date to work with me or explain what I do. Hence the reason I’m still a virgin. And with Bruno hovering over me at every turn, I don’t even want to date.

  Especially after what Bruno did the last time I went on a date. I shove the memory down. I’ve resigned myself to not having a normal life, but even my normal is all screwed up. Everything is off in my life, changing. What would it be like to sit back and enjoy life without having to look over my shoulder or distrust everyone I meet?

  This deal with the guy standing before me suddenly doesn’t feel like I’m being locked up in a cage without a say in any of it. Maybe he could be the protection I need so I can have a shot at a new version of normal where I can relax while he handles the rest. And with the kiss he gave me? Finally have some sex without the risk of him dying because of Bruno, seeing he’s his brother and all. At least Alaric gave me the promise of fidelity—something Bruno doesn’t respect.

  “It’s all behind you, Angie. Being the president’s old lady comes with perks. You won’t be calling Bruno next time. And just so you know, there won’t be a damn next time ’cause I’ll handle everything and won’t allow anything to happen to what’s mine,” Alaric rumbles.

  Hunt drums his fists on the door.

  “It’s Romero all right, and I’ll be right fucking there,” Alaric thunders without opening the door. He softens his tone and tells me, “We’ll swing by your hotel room later to get your things and we’ll talk things through some more. This will benefit the both of us.”

  “Fine,” I sigh, giving in while I’m mentally on board with shacking up. “We have a deal. I’ll be your old lady, you’ll be my…” I halt and wave my hand at him, unsure what to call him.

  Alaric smirks. “Old man.”

  I tilt my head. “Old man. How old are you anyway?”

  “Thirty-one, you?”

  Holy shit, he’s nine years older than me. “I’m twenty-two.”

  Alaric nods approvingly, and his face lights up as if he’s won a prize. “Nice,” he grunts and leans closer. “I’ve nailed myself a sweet young pussy.”

  I roll my eyes and shove his chest. “Real mature. I should have expected it from an old man like you.”

  My breath catches from the way his face slides into a huge grin. Dammit, if he only knew what that killer smile and dimple flashing did to me. Wait. The way his eyes dilate and draws me closer, he knows very well how my body responds to him.

  “I have to leave, but we’re sealing the deal with some rough, hot sex as soon as I’ve handled the meeting,” he purrs before giving me a hard kiss and turning for the door.

  He swings it open, but Hunt is standing before him. “Bruno is at the gate, demanding to see you.”

  Alaric glances over his shoulder at me and grins. “Let him in. I guess I have to set him straight about a few things in person.” He steps aside and holds the door open. “Coming?”

  He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Bruno and Alaric going head-to-head? Two brothers? With what Alaric just said and the way Bruno is? Hell, yes, I wouldn’t want to miss it for the world. Should I tell him about the deal Bruno made me agree to? I did mention the whole thing with Romero and how I needed to do something in return for Bruno because he helped me.

  I grab Alaric’s wrist. “Wait, I need to tell you about the favor I owe Bruno.”

  Alaric doesn’t even glance at me but keeps stalking forward. “No need, Angie. It’s all in the past and has been wiped off the table ’cause your mine. You don’t owe him shit.”

  I swallow at the ferocity in his voice and tag along behind him until he comes to a stop in the middle of the large, crowded room. There are a
lot of bikers coming through a door on my right as they take a seat on the different couches and chairs. Nobody says a word when Bruno and two of his men step inside the clubhouse.

  “Ah, there you are, little fixer. You and I have a date to get to. Come on,” Bruno says as he holds out his hand.

  I know very well he saved me from the claws of Romero, and I am thankful, but to him I’m just an obsession he’d like to possess. I take a step closer to Alaric and restrain myself from reaching out to seek his strength. Dammit, how do I get myself into these situations? Right, my stepsister, that’s how. She’s dead and still manages to yank the course of my life from the grave.

  “She isn’t going anywhere with you, Bruno,” Alaric says matter-of-factly and crosses his arms in front of his broad chest. “As I told you over the phone, she’s mine. This little trip was useless unless you have something else we need to discuss, but you and I both know there’s nothing to talk about.”

  “Angie and I made a deal before you came along, brother. She needs to pay up. Unless she’s no longer a virgin.” Bruno’s face morphs with anger.

  Why the hell did he have to say it out loud for everybody in here to know? My face heats, and I’m sure it’s a nice shade of red. I shy away from Bruno and hide behind Alaric’s broad back, hoping this awkward discussion is over sooner rather than later.

  “You do know who you’re talking to, right?” Alaric snorts, making the majority of the bikers snicker and holler out remarks about the biggest manwhore in this clubhouse.

  I mentally roll my eyes and shake my head against my own stupidity to have agreed to take Alaric’s deal. But then again, I would have been forced to go on a date with Bruno, someone who put me on the spot with the whole wanting me thing. He became more obsessive when he found out I’m a virgin.

  I have my stepsister to thank for this too, spilling that little secret to whoever would listen because I’m a freak to be this old and still be a virgin—her words, not mine. She’s a bitch, or was one for that matter. And he’s an asshole, making me agree to give it to him when he saved me from the claws of Romero. What a clusterfuck, right?