"So... Where ya been hiding the last few years? Somewhere tropical and fun? Burning up Daddy’s cash with the boyfriend?" I swear I see my life flash before my eyes when she grabs the wheel and snatches it. Stopping us in the open grass on the side of the road.
"Let's get everything straight right now. You are here to drive me and make sure I get where I'm going safely. Don't ask questions, don't assume anything, don't even think about me. Just keep your mouth shut and drive the fucking car."
Damn crazy bitch. I don't even glance in her direction as I take off back down the road before she changes her mind and does some other stupid shit. I stop by the donut shop, since I don't really want another battle with the hellion before getting to the lot. The quicker I can get her to work and away from me, the better my day will be.
Old Man, sitting out front smoking menthol cigarettes, watches us pull in. He is looking his age. Wonder if she came back because she knows he won't be around much longer. He stands and greets his daughter at the front door. His starched pants are so sharp you could get a cut if you got too close.
"Schatzi! How did Holder treat ya?" Old Man’s years in Germany with the Navy still show through occasionally. That's one nickname I remember him using years back.
"Oh, just peachy! Ya know acted like a real fucking gentleman." She smiles a little too sweetly while digging Old Man a bear claw out of the donut box.
"Aww, Schatzi, you remembered my favorite! You ready to get to work?" Old Man dabs out his cigarette and goes at the bear claw, like a starved man.
"Whatever Old Man. Let's just get this over with so I can get back. I got other stuff to do." Big ass brat! Sitting in Cole's office, I close my eyes. I need some “me-time” if I have to drive back with her.
I hear Cole come in and quietly shut the door. "She’s already getting under your skin?" Rolling my eyes back to look up at him.
"She hasn't called you a ‘cunt muffin’ yet... Just wait. Here soon you’ll be ready to put a pillow over her head until the noise stops." The hot cup of coffee he pushes my way is just how I like it, two sugars and a cream. Cole, me, and the other Sons of Fortune have grown up together. We might as well be real brothers; we are the oldest sons of the Saupoudrer crime syndicate. We have to have a strong bond when it comes time for us to step up to lead.
"Hold, we don't know her story. Just give her the benefit of the doubt. She might have had her reasons to run. She is easy on the eyes. So that's a plus." I can’t help but shake my head. “Leave it to you to get pulled in by a pretty face. Okay, I'll cut her some slack. Just watch and see if she cuts us any slack. I'm fairly sure she hates men in general." I can't help but wonder why that is. I'm also wondering where her boyfriend is. I'm sure he'll show himself sooner or later.
"Let's make a good impression. Never know, she might stay and take Old Man’s seat at the table." Cole, always the optimist. That's laughable. She isn't cut out for the life that would come with that position. "We’ll worry about today first, okay? She might not even make it a week." It would be nice to have a woman at the table, but I don't see that happening.
Chapter Three: Ayida
Fuck my life! Hot guys are buzzing around like flies, and I swore to keep my legs together till I got my shit straightened out. Dad is talking, but it's so hard to concentrate when the blond Olympian is sitting in the office across from us. I can see through the window he is leaned back in the seat with his feet kicked up on a desk, eyes closed, but still talking to the tattooed bear of a man. How is that much big dick energy in the same room together? It's like the universe’s personal “fuck you” right in my face. I remember the blondes name... Holder.
Doesn't matter, I will just call him “sex-on-a-stick”. Blond shaggy hair. Tallish, built like a runner. You can see long muscles under his tight jeans. Defined muscles, coming from under his shirt sleeves. A definite asshole but nothing I can't handle. He doesn't smile much. His honey colored eyes tell a lot though.
I let my eyes wander next to the beast. I have no clue who he is, but I'll call him “Sir”! Like in- “Yes Sir, you can bend me over the desk.” Gottdamn this man is huge. He is easily 2 to 3 inches taller than Holder. His dark thick hair is cut short on the sides and long on top. Plenty left to hold his head down between my legs. He has tattoos covering both arms, and I can't help but wonder if he has anymore. He is all broad shoulders and thick thighs. Not body builder defined, more like he has seen a lot of hard work. He has a nice beard- dark and thick. I can imagine my cum dripping from it when I'm finally done riding his face.
I completely missed what dad was saying. I guess I need to pay more attention. "Schatzi? Did you hear anything, or are you too busy dick dreaming?"
Damn his scary good observation skills. "Yep, sure. Heard it all... So, what we gonna do now?"
He sighs and levels a, “I know your bullshit,” look my way. "Well, if you wouldn't have been stuck staring at the boys, you would have heard me say, you'll be shadowing Cole. He is the only one that ‘works’ here. The other Sons have different business ventures they are in on." Hmmm, so Sir’s name is Cole. I can see that. He looks like a Cole. "Go ahead and head over to his office. He'll get you started on the computer." Fine by me. More time with the man-candy.
Knocking on the door I hear a muffled, “Come in.” Two sets of eyes settle on me. It's a little unnerving. I considered myself a wee bit of a badass, but I also talk a big game as far as sex goes. I've been with a few guys, but my last relationship was anything but fun times. I've had dreams of being with more than one guy, but that fantasy was never gonna happen.
Now, I feel like my future might just be changing right before my eyes. "Hey, I'm Cole! You must be Ayida. How's it going?" Damn, his voice is like whiskey. Shocking in the heat, but a smooth finish that makes you come back for more. He is giving me this disarming smile and it's fucking beautiful. He is what I imagine the definition of a real man is. All smoky sex appeal wrapped in tattoos and tan skin. I have a feeling, "Yes sir," is going to be a big part of my vocabulary very soon.
"I'm fine. Need some coffee...all the coffee. Death before decaf!" I might be drooling, watching the cup moving to Holder’s mouth.
"That I can do! You want cream or French vanilla?"
"Black, please. I need the hot blackness to restore my graying soul." He looks at me skeptically but shrugs and leaves to get me a cup...or 3.
I can feel Holder’s eyes on me. "I didn't realize you had tats and everything." He does a very vague hand wave to my face. Why do people always do that? Gesture to your whole person, like it's offensive. That's another reason I didn't fit in the little Tennessee town I ran from. There, little old ladies at the Lucky's Grocery would always turn their lips up sneering, look at me up and down and just shake their heads. Fucking Jurassic bitches.
"Yep. You were probably too busy judging everything else about me." He is still studying my arms, neck, and face.
"I was busy watching you do a stripper move on the front steps. Also, your creative cursing was a little distracting, as well as your charming personality. I do like the ink though. Does any of it mean anything?"