12

AIDEN

 

I’ve gotta fuckin’ tap that. And soon.

That morning, I had visions of that curly hair, those full lips when I fucked my pocket pussy in the shower. I tried to shake the image of her off before busting a nut, but it was her tits I imagined blowin’ my load on, instead of my shower wall.

She struts around that apartment and around my office, hatin’ on me, and like she’s got no idea how fuckin’ hard she’s makin’ every guy in the place. Those full lips. That ass. That rack. The way she flips her hair. The way she says my name with all that sass.

Usually, my morning fap session is enough to get me through the day, and I typically picture tits, ass, pussy, but never faces. Never hair. No one specific. I prefer it that way. Faceless.  This chick is gettin’ my motor runnin’. Gotta tap it soon so I can get it outta my system.

Fuckin’ wanna grab her by those curls and force my cock down her throat when she’s sassy. Spank that perfect round ass while I do so I can feel her whimpering around my cock.

She tries to be cold as ice with me, but when she loses hold on her guard, like when we were laughin’ over hot cock sauce in the kitchen? Then tries to put on the tough chick act again?

Makes me wanna fuck the sass right outta her and watch all that attitude melt away. She’s either soft under all that attitude or she’s playin’ a good fuckin’ game. Either way, I’ll be the one that wins this thing.

But, fuck. When she bent over in front of me getting in the cab that morning? Fuckin’ had to fight to keep a lock on my self-control. Felt like a fifteen-year-old who had zero control over his dick.

Fuckin’ loved giving her goosebumps. I’ve done it twice so far. She’s affected by me and bad at hiding it. Or, good at pretending she’s trying to hide it.

And then tonight? Strutting in that sexy sweatshirt? Low cut in the front, high-cut on the sides, slits reaching toward her hips, no goddamn bra on. And those fuckin’ legs of hers. I wanted to heft her up onto the counter, throw the fuckin’ food to the side and pound her senseless.

Bossy little thing thinks she’s a Pitbull. A Pitbull puppy maybe, with a fuckin’ bow around its’ neck.

Don’t eat my food, Aiden.

You owe me seven eggs, Aiden!

The fuck is she all about? I’ll take all your eggs. You’ll be beggin’ to give me more eggs, wench.

My phone rang when she stormed off. My buddy Jude. Forgot I was supposed to meet him for drinks to talk about this latest bullshit with Bella.

Bitch sends me a link to a bunch of topless photos last night and it makes me wonder if she’s doing crack. I have pictures I’m using as insurance. Why the fuck would she send more as a peace offering?

Maybe I’ll get him to do some digging into Carly Adler, too. Figure out what I’m dealing with.

I thought for a minute there that she might be a mole, but I’ve run through all the scenarios where it’s a possibility and decided it’s highly unlikely my mother would have gotten Carly on radar. She’s been here just a couple days, came from a tiny office in Buffalo, a company we acquired quickly because I punted the lead my father’s way. She was an unknown before that. None of that was big enough to hit Audra Carmichael’s radar.  But it wouldn’t be the first time my mother tried to get me in hand by having a woman throw herself at me. Does Audra think if she marries me off and gets me led around by the dick she can call the shots through whoever the chick is?

Still got no idea why my father put this chick in my apartment, though. Makes no fuckin’ sense.  We have girls staying in the two-bedroom apartment, but there’s an empty three-bedroom condo of ours on the fifteenth floor where all three of them could go. 

“Bella,” I greet. She’s at the bar I’m supposed to meet Jude at.

Is it a coincidence she’s here? The look of surprise on her face tells me it must be.

Bella is dressed in that same dress I fucked her in the other day. Same shoes, too.

Fuck, even cheaper than I thought. She sees me and chokes on the dregs of her drink and whispers something to the chick bartender who side-eyes me and then starts on a new drink.

I eye her from head to toe, but give nothing away as to whether I like what I see or am judging what I see.

“Aiden,” she greets belatedly, trying to look composed. Failing.

“What’s up, Bella?”

“I’ve had a bad day,” she shrugs. “Thanks to you.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, casually.

“I found nothing in your briefcase. I know that’s what you’re up in arms about. There’s no reason for you to terrorize me like this.” She stares into the glass the bartender hands her.

I glare at her. “I told you already I’m not climbing back on your crazy train. Stop tryin’ to turn on the charm. Don’t fuck with me, Bella.”

She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes. “I won’t,” she assures. “I don’t want to be on your bad side, Aiden. I want to be on your good side. How do I get back there?”

She runs her index finger down my arm.

“Just stay outta my way,” I say. “I’ll let you know if I want you to feed specific info to Audra.”

She flinches.

“Yeah, I know she’s paying you.”

She swallows.

“I need her to keep paying me, Aiden. I’m in trouble. And if I don’t give her anything…”

“Not my problem,” I say.

She sighs. And then her look changes to absolutely panicked.

I head to the table to sit with Jude who’s slipped in quietly and had his eye on Bella and me. Now that she’s gone, I head there.

He already told me he spotted Audra and Bella together.  Jude figures she told her to bed me and get all my secrets and report back to her on a regular basis while I’m in San Diego. But, Bella’s game was sloppy, caught her rifling around in my briefcase the while she thought I was crashed on the couch. 
Bitch was acting sketchy all night, which was why I kept my “insurance” policy. Sad, but true --- not the first time I’ve videotaped girls during sex. On a plus note, never had to use the footage. Never even looked back at it.

He begins to fill me in, saying today, he found that Audra put another $2500 in her bank account. Small change for my mother. There must be another installment coming that Bella is seeking a payday for. And Bella must be desperate to go all out for that amount of money coming at her in dribs and drabs.

Yeah, I took the pussy on offer, and it was nowhere near as addictive as Bella believes it is. Audra knows I tapped Bella before I left for New York last time, thinking she’s a good weapon to use. But she wasn’t. And now I’ve got more ammo against my mother in case I need it.

“I want you to look into Carly Adler, man,” I say to Jude. “She just started work at my office. My father planted her in my apartment in the spare room for what feels like no good reason, so my gut is tellin’ me there’s a reason. I want to know everything.”

“Tell me the basics,” he requests, starting to take notes.

“Cute as fuck. Lookin’ forward to bangin’ her. She worked for Chancellor & Associates in Buffalo, New York and my father recruited her after we acquired it.”

The bartender is wiping the table beside us. She swaps out our glasses, leaving a tray behind, and I notice she’s got eyes on Jude, who’s not paying her any mind.

“Don’t know how you can bang chicks you have no idea if they’re evil or not, man. This might be why you have to pay me so much money. Nevermind, actually. Keep on bangin’ away…”

 I snicker. “It doesn’t matter. I ain’t looking for a relationship. If I catch a whiff of a ripe peach like that, better believe I’ll take a bite.”

“She gaggin’ for it?”

“Pretending she isn’t. Maybe because it’d blow her cover, or could be she’s playing a long game. Either way, guaranteed, I will bag her before the month is out. No, a week, two weeks max. Watch me. You want to wager?”

“Naw man, I’ve seen you in action. I don’t like to lose money.”

The bartender Bella was talkin’ to is wiping the table down on the other side of us now, giving Jude fuck me eyes.

Jude gives her a once over. She’s tatted and has a pierced nose, pierced lip. She’s got great small but perky tits. Definitely his type.

I leave the bar, leavin’ him there so he can chat her up, see if she’s worth his time.