Rogue Stud

by Kasey Krane

  I was about to step away from her, but she grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back to her.

  “Do you really think I’m going to let you walk away after what you just did to me?”

  It sounded like she wanted revenge. I was about to ask her to explain herself but her hands were on my pants already. Now I knew what she meant.

  She pulled my pants down with a swoosh and smirked lightly when she saw I didn’t wear any underwear.

  My cock was already hard and throbbing. Just watching her come was enough to make me want to explode.

  Then she kneeled down in front of me, between my legs, with her beautiful face turned up towards me and her shining blond hair tumbling down around her shoulders.

  She grabbed my cock with one hand and stroked, holding my gaze.

  Fuck.

  That was it.

  That was all I needed to see.

  I groaned with desire and reached for her, bunching up some of it in my hand.

  Then she opened her mouth wide and came closer. The tip of my cock touched her velvety tongue and I growled like a wild animal.

  “You’re driving me crazy, woman.”

  She must have liked hearing that because she tightened her mouth around my cock and took me in.

  I was too big for her, but she took me like a champ. Slowly, inch by inch my cock slid down her throat and she sucked me.

  I saw wild colors floating in front of my eyes. It was like a high I’d never experienced before. Her little mouth was perfect. She used her tongue to stroke me and heighten my pleasure until I was ready to release in her.

  I grabbed my cock and yanked out. She stared up at me, inviting me to empty myself on her face and that’s exactly what I did.

  I couldn’t hold back and cum shot out of me, falling on her nose and lips and chin, dribbling down her neck. She looked straight into my eyes while I came on her. This was what she wanted. Almost like she wanted me to feel like she was taking back some of the control I’d taken from her when I made her come.

  Fuck. I didn’t care. She could have all the power she wanted if she made me feel like this in return.

  I’d never fallen so hard and so quickly for a woman before, and in that moment, I knew I was in trouble.

  Shock registered on Keira’s face almost as soon as I came. For a moment, she just stared at me in surprise, and then she stood up and rushed to the kitchen area to get some paper towels.

  I pulled my pants back up. She had her back turned to me as she first wiped her face, then splashed water from the sink until she was thoroughly satisfied.

  I already felt a storm brewing. She wasn’t going to deal with this well.

  “This was a mistake. You have to leave, now,” she commanded, turning to me quickly.

  What the actual fuck.

  “Hold up. You need to give this a minute. We need to think about this.”

  “Think about what? You’re my client. I’m supposed to be working for you. Our relationship is supposed to stay strictly professional.”

  “But it’s not strictly professional anymore, that’s just the fact we have to deal with.”

  “No, we can make this right.”

  “You’re taking back your orgasm?” I asked with a grin. However, Keira didn’t appreciate the humor.

  She rushed over to pick her top off the floor. I pushed my hands into my pockets as I watched her dress herself. Her hands were shaking. She was nervous and I wanted to tell her she had no reason to be.

  Keira’s cheeks were flushed. There was anger and irritation in her eyes when she turned to me again. Then she breathed in deeply like she was trying to compose herself. She even held her hands out as she regained her balance.

  “Okay, we can just…if we try…we can pretend this never happened. It never happened.”

  “What are you talking about, Keira? I made it very clear to you, if you want to work with me on your plan, if you think I need a fake girlfriend to save my family’s reputation, then it has to be you.”

  “It can’t be me,” she snapped.

  “And why the fuck not?”

  Her eyes were flaming. She was ready to punch the wall.

  “For a hundred and one reasons I don’t have the time to go into right now. I should’ve known better than to allow you in my apartment.”

  “I’m not going to stand here begging you to be my fake girlfriend. The plan is off the table if you don’t want to do it. This was your idea.”

  I lost my calm too. I was done trying to convince her. The rush of pleasure I felt when I came on her face was now gone. Replaced by frustration and fury.

  No woman ever turned me down. Nobody pushed me away and Keira was testing my patience.

  She held her chin up defiantly.

  “In my professional opinion, your best chance of turning this around is by having a nice respectable young lady on your arm while you attend charitable events.”

  “Charitable events?”

  “Support good causes.”

  “You mean you want me to go to those ridiculous charity balls and fundraisers which are just opportunities for rich people to show off their designer outfits?”

  “You are one of those rich people, or have you forgotten?” she snarled.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You belong to that world, and they are the perfect opportunities for you to show a different side of you.”

  “A different fake side of me?”

  “It doesn’t have to be fake if you find a cause that you genuinely want to support.”

  “I don’t have to go to a stupid fundraiser to support a cause I believe in.”

  “But that is what you need to do for the cameras.”

  “I don’t have to do anything for the cameras.”

  Keira breathed in deeply. Once again, she struggled to calm herself, to keep her temper under control.

  We both struggled to keep our tempers under control.

  “Yes, Everett, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along. You need to do some things for the camera, as disingenuous as it may seem to you. This is the world we live in. Your public image matters for the success of your company. Your family’s company. The one that you and your brothers now have control over.”

  “I don’t need a fuckin’ lecture from you. I get enough of that from my brothers already.”

  “Then take my advice. Just do what I’m suggesting and you’ll be able to slip under the radar in no time. Just make the trolls on the internet forget about you. Make the haters go away and then you can go back to living the life you’ve been leading.”

  I turned away from her and walked to the door. I didn’t want to hear any more of this bullshit. I was done with this plan. It wasn’t going to work. I’d have to come clean to my brothers and tell them I couldn’t do it. They could put me on the chopping block if they wanted to. I’d give them my shares of the company if that’s what they needed. I’d wash my hands of the business.

  “Everett…we can’t work together like this,” Keira tried when I opened the door.

  “Yeah, you’re absolutely right. We definitely can’t work together,” I snapped before I left.

  She didn’t come after me. I didn’t expect her to.

  In fact, I expected her to be relieved it was over.

  But hey, at least I got to possess her. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

  Seventeen

  Keira

  I knew I’d messed everything up. This was my fault.

  I’d come so close to getting Everett to work with me—peacefully and well. And now I’d allowed the opportunity to slip out of my hands.

  I was bitter and jealous the whole evening because I couldn’t stand the thought of him and Alisha on a date together. Then, when he showed up at my door, I allowed myself to fall for him. I crossed a line with him that I couldn’t uncross now.

  And then he was gone.

  How did I expect him to work with me after everything that happened?

 
He told me the only way the plan would work was if I was his fake girlfriend.

  He was playing me. He wanted to use me as his toy because he knew he could. He’d seen it in my eyes—how hungry I was for a successful career. He knew I’d go to any lengths to see my plan working.

  To him, this was all a game. Maybe he just wanted to see me make a fool of myself.

  And when I put my foot down and told him I wouldn’t go along with it, he had a hissy fit. He stormed out of my apartment because I made it clear to him he wasn’t going to have his way.

  Typical. Spoiled brat.

  Once Everett left, I got into the shower and then slipped into my bed. But I tossed and turned all night and couldn’t get to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and the way he took possession of me. That kiss was explosive. The way he touched me…how quickly he made me come…I lost all control of my senses around him. He had a weird effect on me, to the point I knew he was dangerous.

  Was it really over?

  What would I tell George tomorrow?

  How would I face the fact that I might never see him again?

  Even as I slowly drifted off to sleep, I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

  I needed to see him again. I needed some closure on the way our ‘relationship’ ended. I was aware he had a hold on me, and I knew I was weak around him, but I’d have to rise above it. I’d have to make myself vulnerable, just for a short while, just to prove to myself and to him that I wouldn’t let anyone control me.

  When I woke up the next day, I knew I’d spent all night fantasizing about him. About having him in my bed. About more than just his fingers inside me. About his cock in my mouth.

  I woke up damp from sweat and I needed to take another shower before I left the house. Everett Baker had managed to turn my life completely topsy-turvy and I wished I’d never met him. I wished I could just go back to normal living, but now I had a taste of what it felt like to live with constant adrenaline rushing through my veins.

  And I was addicted to that feeling.

  “He wants you?” George asked in surprise.

  I was in his office, standing on the other side of his desk while he stared at me. I tried not to smile at the specific words he had used.

  He had no idea.

  “Yeah, for some reason he’s decided he wants to make a fool of me and be his fake girlfriend. He’s obviously deriving some sense of control and power from this.”

  George sighed and shook his head.

  “I’ll never get my head around these people. They have too much power and too much money and not enough things to keep them entertained.”

  My throat felt dry. All I could do was nod.

  “He is particularly difficult to work with. He just turns everything…into a battle,” I added.

  George nodded.

  “I’m sorry to have to put you into this position, Keira, and you have every right to turn him down, of course. I mean, I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to do.”

  I gave him a half smile and then shrugged.

  “I’ve thought about it and decided I don’t have anything to lose. If my plan goes well, everyone will have forgotten about him in a few months anyway, and hopefully they’ll forget about me in the process too.”

  “So you’re going to do it?”

  I heard the excitement in George’s voice. He’d panicked that I’d turn the idea down. Which I should have.

  “Yeah, I’ll speak to him and lay down some ground rules.”

  “It can’t be that difficult, right?” George asked.

  I shrugged. “Hopefully it won’t be. As long as we both set boundaries and stick to them.”

  “And if there’s anyone who is good at sticking to boundaries, it’s you,” George said with a satisfied grin. Then he rose from his chair and stuck out his hand.

  “Thank you for everything you’re doing for the company, Keira. You’re going over and above the call of duty.”

  “I’m just doing my job,” I replied.

  Then I left George’s office and slipped out my phone.

  I knew I’d have to write a convincing email if I was going to get Everett to show up at the event tonight.

  Okay, I’ve thought about it, and decided I’ll do it. I’ll be your damn fake girlfriend. We can talk about the rules tonight. There will be clear strict rules. So meet me at the Kimpton Hotel tonight at eight. Don’t be late and wear a suit.

  Everett’s reply came just three minutes later.

  I’ll be there.

  A flutter of excitement erupted in my chest that I tried to ignore, but I couldn’t.

  It’d be our first date. Our first fake date.

  I called Steffi over to my place as I prepared for the event tonight. I needed someone to talk to. Someone who’d help me calm my crazy beating heart.

  I’d also gone shopping and picked out a floaty black dress.

  When I emerged from the bathroom in it, Steffi sat down. She’d stood in the middle of the room and it seemed like she was too struck to keep that position.

  Her hand flew to her chest and a smile grew on her face.

  “Wow girl, you look absolutely stunning!”

  I bent my knee so she could see the slit in the dress that rode halfway up my thigh.

  “Too much?” I asked.

  “Too sexy, yeah it is!”

  I tried to hide my blushing cheeks and went over to look at myself in the mirror.

  I had my hair piled up in a stylish chignon. I’d watched a video online on how to do it and I had to admit it looked good on me. It made my neck look longer and more slender. The dress had very skimpy halter straps exposing my shoulders and décolletage. I picked out very dainty pearl studs for my ears.

  “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.” I heard Steffi murmur from behind me.

  I’d started with the makeup. Nothing too glamorous. Just a faint shimmery peach theme so that the dress still remained the center of my look.

  “Yeah, I can’t believe I’m doing it either. Stooping this low just to get the job done.”

  “But I mean, he’s pretty hot. So it’s not like it’s a drag.”

  I hadn’t told her how far I’d taken it with Everett already. I didn’t want her to think I was doing this for the wrong reasons.

  But the truth was, I was doing it for all the wrong reasons.

  My weakness was an embarrassment to me.

  “He’s okay,” I said with a shrug, leaning into the mirror as I did my eyeshadow.

  Steffi rolled her eyes.

  “You’ve gotta get over yourself, Keira. You have to admit that Everett Baker meets your high standards.”

  I looked at her in the mirror.

  “I’m trying to stay professional, so a little encouragement would come in handy.”

  “But how can you deny he’s hot?”

  “I’m not denying it.”

  “So you’re not denying you’re attracted to him?” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

  “I’m not denying he’s an attractive man, but he’s not the kind of man you can have a relationship with.”

  “You don’t have to, right? You could just have some fun instead.”

  I looked away from her sharply. We were edging into dangerous territory. I had fun with Everett. As much as we knocked heads. The problem was, it was too much fun being around him. Almost to the point where I didn’t even recognize myself.

  “I’m doing my job. I’m not with him to have fun.”

  “No, you’re just letting all your other stuff hold you back.”

  “What other stuff?”

  “What you believe are your responsibilities.”

  “If you’re talking about Sean, he is my responsibility.”

  “He’s an adult now. He’s in college. He has a life and doesn’t depend on you.”

  When did this turn into a fight?

  Steffi stood up and came towards me.

  “Keira, honey,
I don’t want you to regret any missed opportunities. I don’t want life to just pass you by.”

  “I’m fine, Steff. I’ll be fine in the future too. I’m not afraid of being alone, if that’s what my future holds,” I replied, forcing a smile on my face just to convince her.

  Eighteen

  Everett

  There was no way I would’ve gone to the event tonight, under any other circumstances other than the fact that I had promised Tate I’d make an effort. Secondly, Keira’s email convinced me.

  She hadn’t specified why she wanted me to turn up at the Kimpton Hotel in a suit, but I didn’t have to do any digging to figure out there was a charity event happening there tonight. She must have acquired spots on the guest list for us and wanted me to make a public appearance.

  But if I’d have her on my arm—then it’d be worth the pain in the ass.

  After digging around in my wardrobe a little, I discovered I did own a suit. Something I could’ve worn to my parents’ funeral. But that was in the past now. The less I thought about their death, the better it was for my sanity.

  I put the suit on and stood in front of the mirror for ages, just staring at my reflection because I didn’t recognize myself.

  Mom and Dad would’ve been proud of me. Mom especially had nagged me for ages to get rid of my usual attire of distressed jeans and t-shirts with holes in them. She particularly hated my flannel shirts.

  But one email from Keira Cunningham had convinced me to wear a suit that’d collected dust for years.

  It fit me well. It was a rich navy color and I found a gray tie to go with it.

  I didn’t bother with my hair but I shaved for the occasion. For some reason, I wanted to look presentable for her. I didn’t give a damn about the cameras.

  After what happened between us at her apartment yesterday, I was hopeful about tonight. She said she agreed to be my fake girlfriend. I’d never even had a real girlfriend, so I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. What did people do on dates? Was I supposed to get her chocolates? Flowers? Pay her compliments and laugh at her jokes?

  There wasn’t anything I hated more in this world than putting on a forced show. Which was exactly why having a fake girlfriend and putting on this ruse was a bad idea for me.