If he didn’t like you the way you are, he wouldn’t be moving you in or sleeping with you.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. For whatever reason, Stephen had picked her. While it lasted she wouldn’t do anything to change their situation. Her body hummed with the sexual excitement he created. She missed him already. Grabbing her watch, she checked the time then got in the lukewarm water. She looked forward to him coming home.
Once she was done with her bath, she went downstairs, made herself a cup of tea, and waited for her man to arrive home. She settled for a romance movie while she had her textbook resting on her lap.
Stephen returned home several hours later. He looked tired, but he held two bags of Chinese food. They ate in front of the television, her feet resting in his lap. She felt so comfortable with him, as if they’d been together for years not months. Their time together had started when she began to work for him. The tension between them had started when they first met. He stroked her leg while they ate. It was the first time since leaving home that she felt so at ease. She knew she could happily spend the rest of her life like this.
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Two days later
Paul couldn’t believe that bitch had kicked him out. After all he’d done for her. No man would want her. He scuffed his shoes along the pavement feeling the anger bubble up inside him. His family wanted nothing to do with him. They thought he was a no-good piece of shit.
Who wanted to work anyway? Life was so much better when a woman went out and did all the work. He liked staying at home, watching p**n and wanking all day. Now he had no home, no girlfriend, and no way to get a job.
Living in an apartment with the promise of paying rent at the end of the month would only last him a couple of weeks. If the landlord had been a girl he’d have offered to bang her for living free. His luck was truly down, and it was because of that bitch.
He couldn’t believe she’d been cheating on him and with that wealthy son of a bitch, too.
Cursing, he walked into the job centre in an attempt to find a job. He’d find one, then get a woman, move in, and then get fired like he’d done with Ursula. His plan always worked. At twenty-five he could easily bag a woman.
After an hour of looking and being treated like crap, he walked out of the job centre more angered than anything else. Ursula was going to be living the high life while his life turned to shit.
He wanted to hurt her. When he’d popped her cherry he’d thought he’d been onto a winner. If a woman was going to wait to lose her virginity then she would be loyal.
“Fucking bitch.”
Turning down a street, he followed the path until he got to the park. He crossed the park, kicking up the sand in the sandbox. The kids wouldn’t have much fun the next day with sand over the floor. Paul chuckled before exiting the park. A limousine was positioned outside the gate. He scowled at it then walked a bit farther down the road. The black limousine followed him. He stopped, staring at the door waiting.
The back door opened. A man with blond hair, and a nicely cut suit got out. Paul stared at him. The man had the boy-next-door look.
“I hear, Paul Mellor, that you, my friend, have fallen on hard times.”
“How do you know my name?” Paul asked. The blond smiled, and he saw the evil in that look.
“Oh, Paul. I know a lot about you. I know you haven’t worked for most of your life. You do what you have to, to get by. Women are you meal ticket as they’re too brain dead to force you out to work. I know you like watching p**n and doing your thing with that.” He waved at his cock. “I also know we have an enemy in common.”
“I don’t know you, and you know shit about me.” Paul went to walk away, tired of other people telling him what he could and couldn’t do.
“What if I can give you all of those things for free?”
Paul stopped and turned. “I’m listening.”
“First, you need to get in. I’ve got stuff to discuss with you, and I don’t want to do it out in the open.”
Paul stared at the door, the man, and the rest of the world that lay ahead of him. Without thinking, he got into the plush limousine. He melted against the leather. The scent of wealth and extravagance surrounded him.
“You will like what I have to offer.”
“What?”
“What if I could give you the lifestyle that meant you wouldn’t have to work again? You wouldn’t need to watch p**n flicks because the girls will come to you for your own pleasure. More cunt than you could stand. More money than you could spend. How does that sound?”
“Real good.” Paul rubbed the leather, licking his lips. He liked this guy already.
“All I need is for you to do me a few favours and you can have the world.”
Paul would do anything for what he was offering. Pussy all around him. Spending his days spending and f**king. He’d do anything for it.
“You haven’t told me your name.”
“Eugene. My name is Eugene Black.”
Chapter Ten
Stephen and Ursula developed a routine. He would drive her to the college campus every morning and pick her up at night. Most of his spare time was spent at the club. After his conversation with James he’d sought out Cadeon to see if he could shed any light on the way he was thinking. Every time he dropped her off Stephen struggled to drive away. He wanted to keep his eye on her at all times. When she wasn’t by his side, he grew impatient for the time to go to have her back next to him.
Their time together was filled with consuming passion.
He tried to find out who had sent a note to both him and James. Rebecca for the time being was safe as Tate and Kevin kept her safe. The only time he could forget all the chaos happening around him was when Ursula was with him.
November was at a close, and December looked to be an even crazier month than the one before. Ursula was determined to get him in the festive mood. He, personally, hadn’t celebrated Christmas since his parents passed away. There were times he wondered why he’d stopped living because of the lack of his parents’ presence.
In the event of the spirit he invited the few members of the club to his home for drinks. James couldn’t make it as Ravage was undergoing some staffing problems. Another note had arrived with the same threat. Neither of them could go to the police. If they went to the police they would have to give them access to their clubs, which defeated everything they’d been told by their fathers.
He watched Ursula getting ready. The red dress she wore moulded against her curves, making his c**k ache. She truly was a sensational beauty and the woman who owned his heart. His doubts were still in place about the whole possessive feeling, but he knew he loved her. She conversed and fought with him on a daily basis, and the sex was more fiery than anything he’d ever experienced.