Chapter 4 Sink My Cock Into Her Pussy

• David's POV
• Thanks.” I let out as Irene quickly helps me to remove my suit. She hurried over to the very moment she heard driver sweep into the garage of the mansion.
• “My pleasure, sir.” She whispers in response, a smile flavoring her words. She tries to step away and take the suit to my room but my question makes her stop.
• “You haven’t gone home yet?” I ask, wondering why she’s still in the mansion. Usually, she goes home once it strikes ten p.m. and now it’s already 1 a.m.
• Irene’s in her mid-forties, just a few years older than me. She’s married to one Andrew White, who works as a cab driver.
• They literally got married just a few months ago and she’s been caring for Andrew’s two children.
• Initially, Irene was a live-in maid but things changed when she and Andrew got married. She requested to still work for me and so to make things easy for her, I asked her to no longer be my live-in maid.
• Hence, every day Irene ends her shift around 10 p.m.
• She turns to face me with a touch of smile on he face. “Andrew went to visit his parents with the kids. So I decided to sleep over. I hope it’s still accepted?” She drops her voice at the last sentence.
• I give her a shrug, I don’t mind her staying the night or however long it takes. She thanks me again and skids away to tuck my suitcase and suit in my room.
• I huff a short breath as I pad into the house. My eyes search for Andrei. I know by now Vee would be asleep. Yet, my blood pulses to go and check up on her.
• At that conclusion, I wander up the staircase and hightail it down the hallway to her room. I get of glimpse of my room door ajar and Irene’s there tucking my sheets perfectly into the edges of the bed.
• When I get to Vee's door I stop briefly with my eyes closed. I want to tamp my feelings down before I venture into her room.
• Fuck, it hasn’t been easy for me to have Vee around since the moment she turned eighteen.
• I always find myself fantasizing about having her as mine. That’s the fucked up reason I don’t want her to have a boyfriend. No matter how much I try to convince myself I’m hoarding Vee away from men because of my fear of the mafia wanting to lay hands on her, I know it’s not entirely true.
• No, I damn want to keep the little angel for myself. To make her mine. It’s being my greatest fantasy but I sure as hell knows it won’t happen.
• This is reality and I can’t slip ‘cause if I do…it won’t bode well in the end for my status, my life in general, and most importantly hers!
• Vee is a gem I promised to shield, to protect until she’s old enough to make her own decisions.
• I shake away the mind-pinning thoughts and dive my hand over the door handle. I gently swing it and the hook leaves the safe, fluttering the door open.
• That instant, her fucking sensual flora scent snap into my nostrils, working its way into my bloodstream. I grit my teeth as I see her lying in a spoon position on her queen-sized bed. Her left hand is tucked between her thighs.
• The blanket hangs loosely around her waist, not completely covering her up. I gently push the door further open, careful not to wake her. The hinges sing in a warbled manner as I slide inside the room.
• My feet slam on the floorboard as I reach her in six short strides.
• Up close, her scent harasses me more. I take her in, her olive skin dusted with little hairs gleaming as the bedside lamp strokes against it.
• Her wavy hair cascades over the pillows behind her. I lean closer and smell her. My fingers work gently in her jet-black hair and I relish the silky texture of it.
• Careful not to wake her, my fingers skid over the hand lounging between her thighs, intentionally hovering a little over her groin.
• Fuck!
• Shock grips me the moment she jerks and I draw up and back away. I could swear I noticed the light pur that lit her lips and it sends blood rushing to my cock. I look more closely and see goosebumps splurge against her skin.
• I’m hard…so fucking hard. I step back while my eyes peg her in place. This is how I battle my emotions for the past one year.
• Shit, the girl suddenly grew flesh in the right places, drawing my attention. So…I just can’t help but be drawn to her body.
• I rake my hand through my hair as I fight the need to curl up behind her on that bed and sink my cock deep into her body.
• There, she rolls over to her side and I stall, holding my breath. I don’t want her to see me here nor find out the truth I’ve been holding back.
• I can’t do this here. I can’t hurt the girl who's been calling me dad for over ten years now.
• I turn around as the last string of voices hover around me and take my leave. I've made it my priority to stay away from Vera as much as I can.
• I want things to be the way they used to be. I don’t want to ruin our relationship. I snake away from the room with a raging hard-on and stealthily shut the door.
• Just as I aim to pad down the hallway to the kitchen where I can grab a bite to eat, my cell rings.
• I put my fingers into my pocket and fish it out. Claire?
• Why is she calling? We literally separated a few minutes ago. Is she in some kind of trouble? I wonder.
• I swipe my finger over the screen and then voice out.
• “Claire, are you okay?” My voice holds a shred of concern while I speak.
• I hear her sigh. “My car broke down sweetie.”
• “The heck? Why don’t you call your dad’s men to pick you up?” I walk downstairs while I converse with her.
• “Shit, David. My battery’s low and you’re the first person that flashed through my mind, so I opted to call you.” She literally speaks like a damsel in distress.
• I’m no knight in shining armor but it’s already dark and the August mid-night must be chilling her bones. Plus, I’m the last person she was with. So if anything happens to her, her father will gun me down.
• I don’t want that. With a huff of breath, I utter. “Where are you?”
• And then Claire tells me her exact location and I quickly send my driver to pick her up. As I make it to the kitchen, I clamp the fridge open and grab some milk and cookies.
• While on my munching feast, Andrei walks up to me. The man only grabs a few minute's sleep and is back on guard.
• I didn’t bother checking up on him before because I knew he'd be asleep.
• “David.” His bass voice gets to me and I grin at him.
• “Already awake?” I ask, taking a gulp of milk from the glass.
• “Yeah…”
• “Tell me about her day?” I demand, interrupting his words.
• It’s my ritual every day. I always make Andrei recount all that Vera did during the day out. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing her whereabouts and shits.
• It gives me the assurance she doesn’t cheat nor mess around. And mostly that she’s safe from the men wanting to get her. I grimace at the last thought.
• Andrei sighs and says. “She’s angry…at you.”
• I pause, knowing she'll be. I disappointed her on her day. Andrei looks at me and huffs.
• “What’s there to look? Make it up to her.” He advises.
• Andrei has been with me for years so he knows me front and back. He knows fully my feelings for her.
• I’m fucking thankful he takes my side and wasn’t judgmental that I have feelings for her like I did for her mother.
• “I'll try. But you know it’s not that easy, right?” I probe with a sagging shoulder.
• Vee can be one strong-headed girl. Nothing begs to differ between her and Helen. Like mother like daughter.
• “Anyways…” Andrei’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I gaze up at him. “She went to her friend’s pool party. A debauched one.”
• A line forms between my brows at his words. How could he have allowed her to attend such parties, dammit! I curse inwardly, only to realize I literally voiced out my curse words.
• “I didn’t know she was heading there. You know how She could be? She didn’t make it known it was something of that nature she was attending.”
• Whatever else Andrei was intoning didn’t permeate through my fuzzy mind. I all but picture these high school boys touching what’s mine to keep and I growl inwardly. Too bad, the growl fizzed outside too.
• “Did someone touch her?” I ask and upon Andrei's nod, I stand on my feet and launch myself at him!
• “How could you fucking let that happen?” my blood boil as I fuss over him, tightening my fist around his nape as anger rain down on me.