“We knock before entering a room in this house,” I told her, turning to walk back to my desk.
She pressed her lips into a tight line.
“I’m sorry. I just saw that the door was open…”
“What do you want?” I asked, taking my place behind my desk. I looked up at her, noticing the tiny cotton shorts she was wearing. They were flannel—pink and blue—and she wore a thin, white cami lined with lace. It hugged every curve and drew my attention to the way her large breasts strained beneath the material. My cock throbbed with need, and that only pissed me off more.
What the fuck, Roman? Get it together…
“Well,” she said, stepping closer. “I just got Sophia to sleep.”
“And?”
“And,” she continued. “We were talking before bed, and she told me that you don’t tell her goodnight. Is that true?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I tell her when I can. Why is this any of your concern?”
“She’s your daughter, Roman. You’re the only parent she has left, and you can’t be bothered to tell her goodnight?”
“Like I said, I tell her when I can. I’m a busy man, Sasha. I don’t have time for bedtime stories and promises I’ll never be able to deliver.”
“Even you have to know how fucked up this is. She’s just a little girl.”
“It’s none of your business how I do things in my household. You’re paid to cook, clean, and take care of Sophia. You’re not paid to come in here and tell me everything I’m doing wrong. Do your fucking job and let me do mine. Is that understood?”
She took a deep breath, snapped her mouth closed, and turned for the door.
“And there better be dinner tomorrow,” I told her as she exited my office without another word.
I clenched my jaw in anger and annoyance.
Who the fuck did she think she was telling me how to raise my daughter?
She wasn’t my wife. She wasn’t my girlfriend. She was just a paid employee. If it hadn’t been for the family connection, I would have fired her the moment I came home to an empty kitchen.
I’d had too much to drink to drive, but I hadn’t had enough to drink to sleep. And thanks to the throbbing problem in my pants, there was no way I was going to fall asleep until it was taken care of. I pulled out my cell and called for my driver—the only staff member I hadn’t fired. I could get away with getting rid of the maid and cook if I had a nanny, but I knew I’d get drunk eventually and need a sober driver, so his job was always safe.
I stayed in my office until I received the notification of his arrival, then I marched outside and slid into the back seat.
“Where to, sir?”
“The bar.”
An hour and a half later,I was drunk as shit and lying on some random woman’s bed as she buried my cock in the back of her throat.
I fisted her hair and pulled her away with one hand. The other was bringing the condom package to my mouth, where I ripped it open with my teeth. I took out the rubber and slid it into place.
Before I could move, she was taking her place on top of me. Her hands were on my shoulders as she lowered herself onto my dick. Her heat was all around me as I grabbed her hips, pulling her down with power and speed. Her head fell back, and she gasped at the connection.
“Fuck… I’ve missed you, Roman,” she whimpered as she ground her clit against me.
I didn’t respond. I came to Lori as a last resort. I enjoyed the time we spent together, but I had to break away when she started to get too serious. She thought we could be something we couldn’t.
My hands tightened on her hips, ready to roll her beneath me so I could pound into her until I couldn’t move another muscle.
“Relax, Roman. I know what you like.” She bit her lower lip and met my eyes before she started lifting and falling back down rather than that grinding shit.
Instead of rolling her over like I’d been thinking about, I lifted her and jerked her back down. My hips started lifting off the bed, matching her thrust for thrust. Her head went back, and a breathy moan escaped. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else, that I was with someone else.
