Hailey

We arrive just as James’s guests do. “Hello, I’m Anthony White and this is my cousin and security detail, Martin White.”  The security guard has his eyes on me, taking a long look that stretches from my eyes, lingers at my breasts, but doesn’t get any further because James snaps, “Do you have a fucking problem?”

“What’s your problem, Black? I’m just admiring her necklace. It is just as pretty as the owner.” I know that’s a lie. The way he eyed me it was more. The necklace was a gift from my grandmother before she died, and my mother got custody of me again.

“You treat my fiancée with respect or else.”

“Fiancée, interesting.”

“Forget it, let’s not cause a scene and get down to business,” Anthony White suggests. I don’t get that creepy vibe from him, but something about this cousin weirds me out. He’s bigger than James. Hardly possible, but it’s true and he has a strange, almost menacing look in his eyes.

“Congratulations by the way,” the polite one says. We sit and order a round of drinks. James stares at the businessmen in front of us like he’s ready to choke the life out of him. The other guy doesn’t seem intimidated at all. In fact, he seems pleased with James’s anger.

We manage to get through the meeting because the asshole with the stare is playing on his phone half the time. It makes it easier to ignore him.

As we walk back to the office building, James says, “I’m not going through with the deal.”

“Why because you didn’t like the one guy eyeing me?” I ask as we get onto the elevator. He takes us up to the condo instead of his office.

“Yes,” he grits out.

“Is that always your business model? Buy businesses because of a woman, then turn down deals because of a woman?” I ask, leaning against the elevator with my arms crossed.

“You know damn well that I’d only do that for you. Now. Get inside.” He takes out his phone and starts dialing.

“What’s going on, James?” I ask, but he raises a finger to tell me to wait. “Henderson, meet me in my office,” he says over the phone. He ends the call and looks at me with sincerity in his beautiful eyes, “Stay here. Don’t cut out.”

“What’s going on?” I repeat.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you. There’s more to it than some fuck trying to flirt with you. And a guy with security experience eyeing my woman isn’t safe. I’m going to do a little digging. Take the rest of the afternoon off. I’ll be back in a little while.” He leans forward and kisses me briefly before leaving the condo.

I’m not going to lie, I’m a bit freaked out. Something about White felt familiar to me, but I know I’ve never met him before. Needing to change into something more comfortable, I go into our bedroom and start looking through his drawers for something of his to wear. Inside is a gun, I don’t know why he would need one with Henderson and the two others around, but I just grab what I need and slip it on.

I go to his office to hop on his computer to look at dresses. I’m getting married after all. With the tense lunch and James’s exit, I’d forgotten all about it. I tap on his laptop and it’s locked. Damn it, I don’t have access to it. Oh well, I suppose my phone will have to be good enough for now. I get up from behind his desk and accidentally snag his shirt on the middle drawer. It opens, and I see my picture in a frame resting on top of a file. Nosy as I am, I take a look.

The picture of me is of the day we met. It was taken through the coffee shop window. It’s a side profile of me smiling with the light reflecting off the glass. I only know because I had a hair clip in that I lost that day. It was the only day I wore it. The picture makes me blush. I set it down and pull the file out. It doesn’t have my name on it, but I open the file anyway because I have a feeling this is the information on me. I’m right, it’s all about me. Then I see it’s got information from where I was born, and my blood type is right on top. Why he needed that I don’t know, but I read on. There are several photos of me in here. All shots of me going to and from work and my apartment. Then there’s a note. “No contact with family. Good.” I narrow my eyes, then turn the page to see my step-father’s rap sheet. It’s three pages long. I see another note by James. “Dead…if he touched her.” One of the arrests catches me by surprise: Suspicion of Human Trafficking

I gasp and close the file. “I told you I was obsessed.” I look up caught red-handed.

“This isn’t much more than an employment background check. The pictures and blood type are a bit much.”

“I wanted to know what type you’d need should something bad ever happen. I’m not without enemies, many just sore losers when it comes to business, but money makes me and my family a target. I’m sorry that you’re now included in it.”

“So that’s what the gun in the drawer is for.”

“Damn, someone was on a snooping mission. Since you know I’m obsessed with you there’s nothing to hide and you can look at anything you’d like.”

“Actually sir, I wanted to wear something more comfortable.” I stand up, giving him a view of what I had on. He swallows a hard gulp of air.

“Fuck, you look sexy as hell.” He grabs his cock through his dress pants. I moan because he is too fine. When he does that I ache to wrap my mouth around him. I haven’t done that before, but I think it’s time.

“Not bad yourself. Are you done with your emergency?”

“No, I called your phone to check on you, but you didn’t answer, so I rushed up here.” He takes his phone and dials. “She’s here. Everything is fine. I’ll be down shortly,” he says without taking his eyes off me.

“Sorry, no pockets. I left it in the bedroom. I should go get it,” I say with a wink.

“No, but why don’t you look in the top right drawer in my desk.” I do as he suggests, and I gasp. There’s the pretty little metal flower clip.

“You found it?”

“Yes, you were leaving the library and you didn’t have it on. I went inside and found it on the floor next to the chair you were sitting at.”

“You were outside the library?”

“Yes. I may have watched you more than was sane.” I walk up to him, holding the clip in my hands.

“Will you help me put it in?” We both smile because the innuendo is there.

He nods with a crooked smile and sexy eyes smiling at me. “I’ll put it in any time you want.”

“I meant this.” With the clip in my hand, I press it to his chest.

He grasps my hand, holding it by his heart, then tugs me close.

“I know, but you can’t blame me when you left the door wide open.” I step back when he lets go, holding the clip in his hands. He easily slides it into my hair as if he’s done this before. “I’ve been waiting forever to do this.” He leans down and kisses me.

I want him to fuck me right now, but I’m too afraid to demand it. I pull back, then beating around the bush, I say, “I should get dressed.”

“Not yet,” he states. He’s blocking the door with his large frame. I stare at him, wondering if he’s going to let me pass. He shakes his head. I stand in front of him, pursing my lips. Lazily, I rub my hand across the white tee, hardening my nipples. A deep rumble escapes his throat and without another word, he tugs down the boxers I confiscated from him. Then he lifts me up, tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, swats my naked ass, and carries me out of the office. I think he’s going to take me to the bedroom, but we don’t make it that far. He pins me to the wall in the small hallway outside the office.

My back hits the wall as his mouth crashes onto mine. His body holds mine up while he works off his belt and unleashes his large cock. I moan as I feel it at my entrance. He pumps into me as he slides me down on his length. I drop my head back and take every inch of his thickness with pleasure. I cry out when his mouth sucks on my breasts through the tee. I shiver as he scrapes his teeth on my hard nipple. My pussy clenches around him, loving the feel of his silky steel. “Fuck me,” I beg, causing him to pump harder shaking the art piece on the wall. Every grunt and moan coming from his husky sex-laden voice makes me squeeze tighter. My orgasm is dancing around the edge until he says, “My wife time to fill you with my baby.” I come so intensely that I claw down his shirt, I’m sure leaving some telltales signs of his skills. He roars out my name emptying into me marking me as his. I can’t contain the urge to close my thighs and let it stay there. I want him to breed me. This animalistic, primal desire claims me whenever he’s inside of me. His lips meet mine sealing our passionate encounter. He pulls me away from the wall and carries me the bathroom.

“Fuck, you have to sleep in my clothes from now on. Or something.” His phone buzzes continuously in his pants pocket until he answers, “What the hell is so important? Shit. I’ll be down in a minute.”

He ends the call and adds, “My parents are here.”

“Oh, holy hell. I’m not ready to meet them.”

“I know, but you’ve got to. They aren’t going to go away. I’m going down to give you a few minutes. Don’t worry. They’re going to love you because I love you.” He kisses me and washes his hands and face after straightening his clothes.

This is not going to go well.