Chapter Four

 

Gavin

 

My world was flipped upside down, upside fucking down. Stella was more than I’d bargained for, and not just in the sack. There was something about her, something that made me feel like we were truly dating.

I knew it wasn’t good to mix business with pleasure, so I turned down appearances at several upcoming events. We were good together, not just the two of us, but as a family, and it scared the hell outta me.

“My dad’s coming into town for a couple days,” Stella announced.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked, not sure what she was getting at with her announcement.

“I usually have him stay with me,” she said, her tongue peeking out between her tightened lips.

“Well, then he should stay with you,” I agreed.

Her smile melted my heart. I lived for that smile. I wanted to make Stella happy, all the time. That wasn’t in the contract. Her job was to make Isabella happy, and me, but nowhere did it say I would spend my days, and my nights, thinking of how I could make Stella smile.

She moved across the kitchen, her arms gripping me tightly as her lips pressed into my neck. She’d only been here a few months, but already it felt like she’d always been here, like she belonged.

My hands gripped her tight ass, squeezing her flesh until she let out a squeal. “When will he be here?” I asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” she replied happily.

“I’ve gotta get to the office. Don’t wait up,” I said quickly, pulling from her embrace.

Her bottom lip pushed outward as she tilted her head to the side.

I didn’t have to go, but I needed to. We’d been too close. Way too close. Her father coming meant more public affection, and more confusion, for both of us.

“Trouble in paradise?” Stephanie’s voice shook me.

“What are you doing here on a weekend?” I asked.

Her pouty red lips puckered, and her fake eyelashes batted in my direction. “Thought I’d come in for some product testing,” she purred. “You wanna help me?”

“No. I’ve just got to catch up on a few things,” I said quickly.

“Have you fallen for this girl?” she asked.

I watched her as she shook her head slowly, and then slid her tongue across her bottom lip. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“You just seem different with her,” she pouted.

“My personal life is my business,” I scowled.

I regretted ever telling Stephanie about my plan to hire a contract girlfriend over drinks so many years ago. She’d never forgotten it, and obviously was still determined to prove it was wrong. “You need true love,” she said, pushing her hands to her hips.

“I have everything I need, and so does Isabella,” I snapped.

She sighed and then moved toward me. Her scent was sweet, quickly reminding me of Stella’s hint of vanilla perfume. I gripped her arms, refusing to let her get a hold of me as she intended.

“You sure you don’t wanna help me try out our new product line?” she whispered.

“I’m sure,” I hissed, and then left her standing in the front office alone.

I brought my work home, not that I really had anything pressing to do. I needed to stay in my office, and away from Stella, at least for a while. Stephanie was right to be jealous. I was acting different with Stella. I hadn’t fallen for her, though; that was impossible. I hired her to play a part, and she just happened to play it very well. If, in fact, she was playing at all.

Stella’s dad arrived the next morning, a tall, handsome, and very charismatic man. It was obvious he didn’t have money, with his department-store button-up dress shirt and his heavily creased slacks. He was impressed by the house, by Isabella, but not so much by me.

“I know something isn’t right,” he said when he got me alone.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Something isn’t right about this relationship. I’m not sure what it is, but you best not hurt my baby girl,” he warned.

He wasn’t a big man, even though tall. His arms were lanky, his demeanor otherwise mild, but it was obvious he would fight for his daughter’s happiness.

Part of the contract stated that even Stella’s family couldn’t know about the arrangement. So, I did what I had to do. I lied. “I can assure you, I’m very much in love with your daughter. She is the most amazing woman I’d ever met, and Isabella adores her,” I convinced him.

The funny thing was, the more I convinced him of what I thought wasn’t true, the more I needed to convince myself that it wasn’t.

By the time he left, he’d finally felt as though I was the best thing for his daughter. “As much as you love your daughter, and would do anything for her, I love mine just as much,” he said as he left. He winked, slapped me on the shoulder, and then pulled me in for a tight embrace.

“I think he really liked you,” Stella gushed as her father drove off.

I closed the door, gave her a crooked smile, and shrugged. “He liked me about as well as he could for someone fucking his little girl,” I laughed.

Her hands reached between my legs, rubbing the denim against my flesh. I tried to pull away, make an excuse I needed to work, but the friction worked quickly to create an erection.

“Ahhh, so you are excited,” she teased, pulling at the button on my jeans.

“Isabella,” I whispered, knowing she was home, somewhere.

“She’s painting,” Stella whispered in my ear, and then let her tongue flick at my lobe. She sucked the soft flesh of my ear into her mouth, tugging it between her lips. The sensation mocked what I knew she was about to do to my cock, causing me to be rendered helpless, and at her mercy.

She pushed me into my office, her hands tugging at my jeans until my cock was unleashed. Her lips were so sweet, so sensual, that as soon as they wrapped around me, I began to throb.

My backside rested against my desk as Stella lowered in front of me. Her mouth worked my hard flesh into her mouth, and then gently down her throat. I loved how she held my balls, caressing them gently with her fingers while her cheeks sucked against my flesh. I gripped her hair, rolling it between my fingers, and pulled her hard onto my erection.

“Fuck,” I moaned as she kept up with my hips thrusting toward her, and my hand pulling myself deeper and deeper down her throat with that wad of tangled hair.

Within minutes, my cock throbbed, my balls drew up toward my body, and the sweet release of my cum exploded into her throat.

That look she gave me, a half smile, and a seductive glance, it drove me wild. She loved pleasing me, it was obvious, and that was more than just a turn on. It was endearing.