Devlin

It was two days after our encounter that I caved. I needed to see her again, even for just a hint of that sweet smile. That would be good enough for me.

Who was I kidding? Nothing but having her under me, calling out my name, would satisfy me. It was insane how much I thought about her. It was borderline dangerous. I’d give everything just to look at her.

I couldn’t even explain my actions to myself, so I couldn’t tell anyone at the office why my attitude had done a one-eighty. I was turning into a total dick, scaring some of the staff with my mood swings. I heard one of the guys from the postal room saying I needed to get laid. They were right, but it was more than that. I wanted to know Selene.

I gave the museum a call, demanding to speak with someone in lost and found. A young man answered, “Lost and found.”

“Hello, I’m looking for a necklace that went missing two days ago. It had a heart pendant on it.”

“Yes, we found it, but no one has come to claim it yet.”

“Have you contacted the woman who filed the report?”

“I don’t have anything on a woman losing it. It’s kind of small for a woman’s neck.”

“It belongs to her kid. I was there when the woman asked about it and gave her information. Can you transfer me to Miss Kennedy?”

“Yes, sir,” he said.

“Miss Kennedy, this is Devlin Jacobs. Did you contact the woman about the missing necklace?”

“Yes, I did, but she said it wasn’t worth the trip up here,” she said. What a lying bitch. The kid just told me another story altogether.

“I find that hard to believe,” I said with a growl laced in accusation.

“Seriously, Mr. Jacobs, not that it’s any of your business since we received the emailed letter from your office declining to support the museum, but she refused to return.”

“Maybe your boss would like to know that you’re a dirty, jealous slut, and I didn’t want to deal with a business that employs people like you.” I slammed my office phone. Then I thought she might destroy the necklace just to spite me, so I called the lost and found again.

“Lost and found,” the same kid answered.

I told him that I wanted the necklace immediately. The boy said he would send it via priority messenger to my office today. I also said if a woman called looking for it to take her information and give it to me. “Oh, and if Miss Kennedy comes looking for the necklace tell her you can’t find it. Okay?”

“Sure,” he responded coolly.

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After spending a week dreaming of her, the young kid, Troy, called me with the information. “Hey, dude, she called when Kennedy was here, but I used the hard writing paper trick.”

“What trick is that?” I was curious what the kid was talking about. He had to be only eighteen to my thirty-three, so I wondered if it was something I’d never heard of.

“You know how you can imprint the paper below if you write hard enough? Then you rub a pencil over it which leaves a copy of the information from the written page above it.” Oh yeah, I knew that one.

“Cool, man. Thanks. If you’re looking for a job come to my offices, I’ll hook you up,” I offered. He agreed and would be coming in next week.

I looked down at the paper on my desk, Selene West. I whispered her name to myself, sounding it out several times before leaving my office. I was heading straight to her address. I got in my car and drove like a madman through the city. An hour later, I arrived at a shit box of a building. It was dilapidated and several of the windows on the other apartments had been covered with plyboards.

I knew that couldn’t be a good place to raise kids. Even though I was pissed she had them, I didn’t like that they lived in squalor. If I could do anything to make her situation better, I would. I walked up to the door hoping that no man lived with her and the kids. I knocked and anxiously waited for the door to open. It took her a long time considering how small the place was.

The petite little blonde opened the door looking shocked and unbelievably breathtaking. She had on a snug tee shirt and pajama pants.

“Hello, Miss West. My name is Devlin Jacobs,” I reintroduced myself.

“I remember. How can I help you?” she asked suspiciously.

“That is such a vague question, but I came here to help you. May I come in?” I asked, even though I knew I wouldn’t take no for an answer. We had a lot to discuss. I wanted to know more about her, but seeing her in the flesh brought out the caveman in me. Her hard nipples peeked through the material, drawing my attention straight to them.

“Oh yes, of course. Please excuse the place. It’s the best I could do on my present budget,” she admitted, hanging her head.

“Miss West, you don’t need to apologize to me for your circumstances.” I looked around the place, and it wasn’t much better than it seemed from the outside.

“So where are your kids?” I asked as I took off my coat. It was February and still blisteringly cold in the Windy City, but her place was quite warm, though bare as hell.  There was a working fireplace in the living room/kitchen next to a threadbare sofa. This girl was poor, and I didn’t want her to live like this.

“Kids?” she responded in confusion.

“Yes, you said one of your children lost her necklace.”

“Mr. Jacobs,” she started to respond, but I didn’t like the barrier of formality she put between us.

So, I stopped her with a finger to her lips. “Devlin,” I said insistently.

“Devlin…I was with my class. I’m a kindergarten teacher. I don’t have any of my own.”

Suddenly breeding her crossed my mind again. She didn’t have any leftovers from another man. A possessive jealousy haunted me when I thought she’d had another man’s baby. The moments they shared together that wouldn’t be new for us. It was primal and feral, but what could I say, she was different to me.

“Are you seeing anyone?” I hoped to hell she wasn’t because I didn’t poach. I’d just find a way to end their relationship first.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, not at the moment,” she responded with brashness. It’s okay. I liked that she had spirit, it gave her sugar and spice. I had a feeling I’d be kept on my toes with her.

“Well, now you are.” For some reason I wanted to secure her as mine before it was too late, but she didn’t seem like she cared for the idea. She looked at me like I was fucked in the head. “What’s the matter? Doesn’t the prospect of being mine sound like a good deal? I could get you into a nicer place than this,” I offered, wanting her to live in my condo and sleep in my bed.

She saw the necklace in my hand and asked, “Is that why you came here?”

“Yes, it is, among other things,” I suggested. Just looking at her in that tight-fitting superhero tee with her hair in a ponytail was getting my cock hard.

“Thanks,” she responded as she took the necklace I had held out. Then she walked swiftly to the door, opened it, and said, “Thanks for personally returning it. Now take your spoiled, rich, playboy ass back where you came from. I don’t want you or your mistress gifts. I’m not a whore.”  Who did she think she was? She made me feel less than good about myself. I didn’t appreciate her treating my offer as nothing. I was going to give her the good life, and she threw that shit in my face.

When I saw the brief look of pain cross her face, I realized I had come off all wrong. A mistress was the last thing I’d ever want. Paying for expensive sex was pathetic. Even though she got it all wrong, I didn’t know how to correct her. I seemed to be in less control of my common sense when I was around her.

“I’m leaving because I’ve learned my lesson with broads, but I’ll be back. You will be mine, and if I catch any fucking boy trying to sniff around you, they will be dealt with.”

“I’m not yours—nor will I ever be. Get out of my place. My dating life is none of your business and never will be.”

“I haven’t had sex in over a year,” I admitted honestly. As horny as I got, work had been more important.

“If you expect me to feel sorry for you, it’s not happening because I don’t give a shit. It’s only been a week for me, so I’m not that desperate for someone like you,” she said spitefully.

I was going to leave because she needed to cool off, but she said the wrong thing to me. How dare she tell me about another man touching my pussy and putting his cum in her. I want to rip him to shreds with my bare hands. I pulled her arm away from the door and slammed it shut. I grabbed her waist and pinned her to the door. I was so fucking angry and jealous that I punished her with a hard-aching kiss. She moaned against my mouth, pushing her hands into my hair and slipping her tongue along mine. Fuck, it was better than anything I could’ve imagined, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I needed to rid this fucker from her mind. Her words about me being a playboy pissed me off. She’d been with someone after we met.

I pulled back and looked at her to see her attitude wasn’t as tough as she claimed. She glared at me with resentment.

I was filled with irrational jealousy for this bastard who’d been in her sweet snatch. “Who was he?” I asked angrily with my body still pressed against hers.

“None of your business,” she hissed.

“You saw him after we met. I’m not going to ask you again,” I snarled.

“Good, I hate repeating myself,” she replied defiantly.

I let her go and stepped back. “Don’t answer me. I’ll find out who touched what’s mine by tonight.”

“What’s yours? I’m not yours and for the last time whom I date and fuck is none of your business.”

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me?” I questioned as she continued to look defiantly.

“I think I already did that,” she sneered, pointedly, glancing at my hard cock that was creating a large bulge.

I leaned into her again, pressing at her soft center and grinding gently. She melted into my body despite the fact she was saying the opposite. “Yes, and you’re about to feel it, too. I don’t want to fuck you to prove a point, so don’t push it,” I warned her. She wanted me, but was denying it. I understood why. A big part of me knew she told me she was with someone else just to get a rise out of me.

“I want you to get lost,” she stated plainly, pushing me away from her, and I immediately felt the sting. I resented the way she could easily enjoy the kiss and then not care the next second. I was so damn confused on how I was the one being needy.

“Already there, baby,” I hissed, letting anger cover the hurt. “Move.” I wasn’t in the mood to be polite.

The moment she stepped away from the door, I opened it and walked out. When I got to my car, I called her to give her a warning, “I meant what I said. If another dick starts sniffing around you, you best send him on his way.” I didn’t have the right to tell her what to do, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try. Especially when it came to other men.

“Get lost, Mr. Jacobs.” She hung up on me. No broad had ever done that before. I wanted to go back up and deal with her ass, but I wasn’t fit to think straight. I didn’t care for the way I was feeling right now—vulnerable. I punched my steering wheel, angry with myself for being unable to shake my thoughts, insane hunger, and coming on like a horny teen. Returning the stupid damn necklace only served to make things worse.

I drove back to my condo and poured myself a large glass of brandy. I had to think about our future and what I could do to make her stay. First things first, I’d get all the information I could. Tomorrow was Monday, so she was back at school.