Ivy doesn’t know it yet, but shewillbe mine. And one day soon, she will grow round with my child. My cock twitches, growing hard behind my zipper thinking of a pregnant Ivy. Her pert breasts will grow heavy, hanging in front of my mouth, begging for attention as her pussy grinds down on my cock while she rides me.
Setting those thoughts aside, I open the security feed on one of my monitors, looking for my woman, wondering if she’s still in her father’s office. Watching her is an indulgence I’ve allowed myself under the pretense of keeping her safe, and the promise that she’ll never be aware of my presence.
I scan the different camera angles until I see her in the hallway, some kid from the mailroom standing in front of her. When his hand reaches out to touch her shoulder, I bolt up, moving quickly through my door, determined to set the kid straight. When I reach the hallway they were last in, it’s completely empty. Cursing under my breath, I go back tomy office and slam the door, yelling at anyone who dares to interrupt me for the rest of the day.
When I finally walk through the front door of my penthouse, the oppressive silence that I’m used to greets me, souring my mood instantly. I don’t want silence anymore. I want her here. Ineedher here, breathing life into my dull existence. After family day, I adopted a dog, hoping that another living creature in my life would alleviate some of the desperation I feel for Ivy. Instead it just complicated things, forcing me to find someone to take care of him while I’m at work.
Angrily tugging my tie as I walk down the hallway, I toss it over a chair on the way to the bathroom, ripping off my shirt, sending buttons flying. I turn the water as hot as it will go, waiting to step in until steam is billowing through the bathroom. While I wait, I strip my pants off, finally allowing my aching cock some room to breathe.
A vision of Ivy joining me in the shower has me fisting my cock again, desperate for relief. I thrust a few times, groaning at the image of Ivy against the tiled wall of the shower, her thighs spread, pussy dripping, waiting for my cock. A moan escapes as my hand grips my length harder, imagining her tight channel clenching around me as I thrust in slowly. After only a few thrusts, my release sprays the shower wall. Granted momentary relief, I finish my shower quickly, needing to see her.
Dressing quickly, I check the app on my phone to see where Ivy is. Walking next door to get my boy from his dog-sitter, I know my anxiety will grow, like it always does, until I’m near Ivy, keeping her safe under my watch. "Come on, boy, let's go for a walk." I grab the leash and try to attach it to the collar while Midas jumps up and down excitedly, ready to drag me down the street to Ivy’s, already knowing the way.
Ivy
It’s been three weeks since I ran into, or rather, collided with, Mr. Slater at the office. Every day when I bring dad’s lunch, I look around hoping I’ll catch a glimpse of him. So far I haven’t seen him, and I leave disappointed, going home to touch myself to memories of his handsome face. Or, when I’m really needy, I pull up his corporate photo, the power radiating from the screen sending me over the edge quickly.
I still feel like I’m being watched, but more like I’m being watched over, protected. Against my better judgment, I’m starting to like the feeling. I just really hope that it’s not Jimmy, the creepy mail delivery guy at the office. Almost every day he makes it his mission to ask me out.
When I take Pudge out for her walks I never feel alone, but there’s never anyone around me. Once I saw a big man with an adorable German Shepherd, and I thought it might’ve been Mr. Slater, but he was wearing a ball cap and they were moving away from me by the time I tried to get a closer look.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I have plans to go out with a few of my girlfriends tonight to celebrate. I dropped dad’s lunch off at his office, using dress shopping as my excuse to leave quickly, hoping to avoid Jimmy’s unwanted advances. As Iround the corner, the last stretch before I’m free, he steps into my path.
“Hey sexy lady, you change your mind yet?” he asks, sauntering toward me as I take a step back. He advances again, forcing me to flatten myself against the wall until I can dart around him.
“No, Jimmy. And I won’t,” I say as forcefully as possible. “I - I have a boyfriend.” I surprise myself with the lie, but when I envision myself with Mr. Slater, I’m able to believe it a little more when Jimmy questions me.
“A boyfriend?” he asks, one brow quirked. “When did that happen? You’ve never mentioned a boyfriend before.” His eyes are hard, angry, betraying the strained smile on his face.
“A while ago, but we’ve gotten more serious just recently. So, if you’ll excuse me,” I say, sidestepping him right as he puts his palm against the wall, intent on trapping me. Walking briskly to the elevator, I bypass it for the stairs, taking them two at a time to the lobby before darting out of the building.
I meet my best friend, Sirena, at the mall a few minutes later, finally feeling like I can breathe. We walk around several stores looking at dresses. Each one that I hold in front of me, I wonder if Mr. Slater would approve, or if he would be so overcome with lust that he would drag me into the nearest room and rip it off of me. Chuckling at my own ridiculous thoughts, I put the lacy dress back on the rack and move to the next.
“So…” Sirena begins, grinning and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “When are you going to make a move on Mr. Hot Stuff?” I laugh at her nickname for Mr. Slater. She’s not wrong. The man is criminally hot. But I am never going to have the guts to make a move on him. He’s a powerful, older man and I’m, well, me.
“Oh, you know, tomorrow when I drop off dad’s lunch, I’d planned to strut right into his office and seduce him,” I deadpan,blinking innocently. I can’t hold it for long, breaking into peels of laughter at my friend’s shocked face. “Never, you doofus. He’s my dad’sboss. And, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist. Or, maybe I should say I’ll seduce Mr. Slater when you make a move on that sexy as sin stepbrother of yours.”
“Ugh. So never, then. You know, you really should take one for the team. At least one of us should have a love life. And it can’t be me, so the least you should do as my best friend is let me live vicariously through you. But, since you don’t have any plans… Well, I guess that means you don’t want the gift I got you, huh?” she challenges with an eyebrow raised.
“Well now, I didn’t say that,” I grin, knowing whatever she got me will make me blush redder than a Valentine rose. Soon we end up at another store, and I’m buying a dress before I can second guess myself. Leaving the mall with a quick hug, I head home to get ready, leaving dad a plate of leftovers that he can heat up for dinner.
Taking my time in the shower and putting on my makeup, I dance around my room to upbeat music, forcing Pudge to be my partner from time to time, waiting until the last minute to take my dress out of the bag. The sheer black fabric stretches over my torso and down to my wrists, covering an offset diagonal black swatch that swirls around my hips, ending mid-thigh. A four-inch patch of skin between my hip and breast is left covered only by the sheer black mesh. I pair it with the strappy black sandals I’ve had in the back of my closet and head out the door.
I call an Uber to take me to the restaurant, waiting out front for it to arrive. Pulling out my phone, I see a text from the pharmacy that my birth control prescription is ready to be refilled. Sending the request, I put a reminder in my calendar to pick it up tomorrow on my way home from dropping off dad’s lunch. Honking pulls my attention away from my phone and Ijump into the backseat of the car and try not to think about having a baby with Darius Slater.
My driver is pretty chatty, so it’s easy to let him carry the conversation, only answering when necessary. After he drops me off, I leave a review and a big tip. My friends are already gathered around a large table, a tangle of balloons floating near the lamp, and several brightly wrapped gifts adorn the table. Hugging each girl before sitting down next to Sirena, I call the waiter over and order a Diet Coke.
Darius
"Son of a bitch!" I know my shouted curse can be heard down the hall, but I genuinely couldn't give a fuck anymore. I've never felt so much anger surge through me as I did when I saw the dead man walking trap my woman.
As soon as she left, I made a call. Security has taken Jimmy away, keeping him safe from me, physically. Firing him immediately has calmed my nerves momentarily, but I won't rest until he's unemployable anywhere in the state. By the time I'm done destroying him, he won't be hired to pick up dog shit at the park.
As livid as I was over his behavior, I heard Ivy tell him that she was dating someone. Her confession makes me see red. I'm too late. Someone else has already claimed her. I thrust my fingers through my hair, pulling hard, the pain helping me contain my rage as I pace maniacally around my office, muttering obscenities. Nothing on her social media mentioned a boyfriend. She's never met up with anyone on her outings. How the fuck could I have missed it?
My calendar beeps with a reminder, pulling me from my ranting back to reality. Glancing at my computer, I see that tomorrow is her birthday. Well, that’s something. I can provideher with a gift no one else can, especially somekid. Determined to find the perfect gift, I grab my jacket from the back of my chair and head out the door, telling my assistant I’ll be out for the rest of the day over my shoulder.
A plan forming in my mind, I send off a quick text as I make my way to my car in the parking garage, backing out quickly and heading downtown. I arrive twenty minutes later, the valet taking my car and the doorman showing me to a private waiting area. As time drags by, my foot is tapping to release some of my nervous energy and I nearly shoot out of my chair when the door opens, Laslo walking into the room with a case in his hand, two hours later.
