Carli
“Really? Again?”
Stepping into the apartment using the key I was given, I know I’ll find the governor in another precarious position. Placing my key on the side table at the door, I lay my bag on the wingback chair, knowing what I’m walking in on. Anyone coming in would by the moaning and carrying on.
“Could you at least close the blinds?” I yell out as I walk through. Seeing the blinds wide open, without even venturing a guess that he’s giving the area paparazzi a show, I hit the remote for the window coverings to close.
Once that’s done, I round the corner and find it’s exactly as I assumed. Strapped to the dining room table, my boss’s bare ass is being pounded into by a man. I use that loosely, as I’m not sure the person with his cock slamming into Chris’s ass has attained his high school diploma yet. Furthermore, I doubt he has facial hair, but that’s why I’m paid the big bucks. I keep him out of the papers for marital discretions with less than legal aged men.
Chris’s arms are extended out and down. He’s tied tightly by his hands out front, and his legs are at the closest table legs. Acting as if it’s not a bother to see this, I walk past the two men in the throes of passion and enter the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I pull out a bottle of water and twist the cap. Having my own personally hellish meltdown on the plane made me extremely parched. Guzzling down heavy helpings of the cool liquid, I watch with vague detachment. As his face rubs across the table, I anticipate chaffing. Makeup will fix that. I expect he’ll walk a bit funny for a few hours, so I’ll have him limp to explain a stubbed toe. For sure, his blood pressure will be sky-high. I guess I better grab his meds.
As I absently watch them cresting what I assume is the end of their activities, I try to expel Kato and his demands from my mind.
Pulling out the drawer as the two of them caterwaul like Tomcats on a fence, I pop the cap on his blood pressure meds. Taking out two, I place them on the counter and grab two more bottles of water out of the fridge as I continue to view the festivities. Gazing at my watch, I’m impressed. The young man has stamina. I’ve been here for at least ten minutes, and by the way he was going at Chris, I’m pretty sure he was going strong at least ten minutes before that.
Leaning on the counter and pulling out my phone, I scroll through emails and texts. There’s a couple from Circe, apologizing for the abrupt attitude when she shooed me out, but I’m ignoring those for the moment. Two are from the press team, one from the Mayor of Indianapolis wanting to give the Crown’s a key to the city, which is just bullshit and bravado, and two from my sister Miori. Those I’m expressly worried about, but ignoring wholeheartedly.
Kato gave me a week! No one can decide life in a week. No one can pack up, rearrange and redesign anything in a week, especially when they don’t want to. He wants to hold my sisters’ lives in the balance, which is shit. Fuck! Now I’m thinking about them instead of something sexy and dangerous.
Closing the emails, I pick up the remote from the counter and turn on the television. Mounted on the wall behind the young man plowing into my boss, I wonder if it will distract him, but I’m interested in seeing if he can keep the tempo and pace he has with background noise.
It’s eleven-thirty at night here, so the LA entertainment shows are just coming on. Mind drivel is always a good way to forget your dangerous mental anguish, I say. Staring over the shoulder of the man, or boy, the current affairs blast across the screen.
“Don’t mind me,” I tell the sweaty blond. “You just keep up the pace, darlin’. Color me impressed.”
Smiling, he gives me a wink. Picking up his pace, he pulls Chris’s body closer. Reaching around, he grasps his cock and pumps. I can just see in my peripheral as he strokes him in long, hard movements to edge their finish. Not a bad crescendo if you ask me, and I’m pretty versed in the long game.
“You’re right, Caroline. This will certainly harm the Crown family.” With the audio distraction catching my attention, I tune in. “With China Crown’s arraignment today, we’ll keep you posted when we find out the results of her pending charges.”
Not meant with any edge of snark there, huh, Caroline?
“Mark, I’m not sure how she’ll fare with this. It seems that since the death of King, this once strong family is just falling apart.” Showing a few unsightly pictures of China with some absolutely stunning uniformed man, she looks like she’s tanked. With everything going on, I would be too if I were her.
This can’t be good. They were already dealing with Wyatt’s crash, their parents’ deaths, and now? Now they’ll be working through China’s bad publicity as well. Do I feel for them? Damn right I do. I even feel bad for China, and that’s saying something for the way she’s treated me.
Itching to call Circe, my skin crawls as I avoid tapping the screen on my phone. We’d left things raw, and I’m avoiding the apologies we’ll both let loose. Skimming the smooth surface, warring back and forth, the insane volume of the two men humping in front of me has raised an octave. Shit. I forgot about the two of them fucking on the living room table. With a final, ‘ohh’ and ‘ahh,’ I quirk a brow, showing just how disenchanted I am with their crescendo.
“Done? Finally.”
“I could be talked into another round with you,” the blonde says in his sexual hangover haze.
Pushing off of the counter, I lay my phone down. “Honey, there are three reasons I’m out of your league. One, I don’t go trolling high school spares for truants. You should get back to PE class. I’m sure your teacher is wondering where you wandered off to.” I walk closer to the birthday suit of his. “Two, I like taint. You’re a bit clean looking for me. No tattoos, no scars and no…” Pausing, I look down at his loud and proud semi hard cock as he’s pulling off the used wrapping, “piercings.”
“Let me guess number three. I just fucked your boss and you don’t take seconds?” His proud as a peacock snark revs my attempt to shut him down harder than I had originally planned.
Going for the shock factor, I pull him close by the balls. Squeezing them tightly, I say, “I want a man. One who makes me scream. You, sweetie? I’d tear you to bits.” Leaving a peck on his cheek, I start off toward my room in the apartment, leaving my boss in my wake.
“I’m going to wash up. Tell your toy it’s time to go home. The street lights are on.”