My Boyfriend's Dad, page 9
“So do you still work for them?” I ask lazily.
She bites her lips and nods, her gaze meeting mine before darting away once more.
“I do. It pays well, and again, my college degree hasn’t amounted to much yet, so I support myself by going on dates.”
I nod knowingly.
“You don’t have to be shy about it,” I say in a low tone. “I don’t mind that you’re an escort. It’s just a gig, like any other job. Actually, I’ve thought about using City Girls myself in the past because it’s so difficult to meet quality women in New York.” She looks at me, startled, and I nod. “What better way to get access to gorgeous, smart young women like yourself?” I take a sip of my scotch and then place a hand over hers on the bar top. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are Nella.”
She inhales deeply, her generous bosom rising and then falling with relief.
“Well, thank you Paul,” she says in a soft voice. “I appreciate that.”
I know I should be more of a gentleman, but the scotch is setting in and I’m undeniably turned on by Nella. I decide to make a move against my better judgment. I lean in, bringing my lips to her ear, and push her silky hair out of the way in order to whisper what’s really on my mind.
“As a professional in the industry, let me ask something that I’ve never been able to figure out: do you do everything your clients want?”
She blushes and stammers a bit.
“What do you mean?”
Again, warning bells are going off in my head, but now I can smell her sweet perfume and my judgment goes out the window.
“Well, do you take it in the ass, sweetheart? You know, in your butt? Or is that only for extra money?”
With that, Nella gasps and yanks her head backwards, away from mine. I know it’s wrong, but seeing her angry makes me want her even more.
“Nella-” I begin, but she cuts me off. Instead, the curvy girl stands up and strikes me across the face with a loud smack. Now, everyone at the bar turns to look, staring at the fuming woman while I sit there, a red handprint on my cheek. Nella’s standing before me, looking like she is about to explode, but she doesn’t tell me off like I deserve. Instead, the curvy girl swivels and stomps back across the lobby towards the exit, with steam coming from her ears. I turn back to my scotch and try to not care as I listen to the furious clicking of her heels disappear in the distance.
Shit.
I don’t even know this chick, and I shouldn’t give a crap whether or not I pissed her off. But for some reason, I do. And suddenly, I realize I’ve got to stop her. Yes, I’m an asshole, but no woman deserves to be treated that way, professional or not.
I hurriedly grab a few bills from my wallet and slap them on the bar top to pay for our drinks before dashing across the hotel lobby myself. Yanking open the door, I catch Nella just before she turns the corner on the sidewalk. My instinct is to grab her and kiss her, but of course, that’s out of the question at the moment. Instead, I seize her elbow and she spins around, spitting epithets at me that I know I deserve.
“Get your hands off of me, you insensitive swine! You’re so disgusting, you piece of filth!”
She’s infuriated, but I know how to proceed. There are no words that would make a difference right now because Nella’s too angry to listen. Instead, I go with my male instinct and pull the curvy girl in for a demanding kiss.
“Mmmph!” she squeals, pushing at my chest. “Mmph!”
At first, Nella resists. But after a moment I feel her soften and then she relents, melting against my broad form. I release her elbow, bringing my hand to the nape of her neck as her arms wrap around my neck in a stranglehold. We’re furiously kissing right here in public for anyone to see.
“Come with me,” I demand hoarsely. She doesn’t hesitate, and I hustle her around the block to my apartment building.
“What is this place?” she finally asks, short of breath as I lead her into the elevator. As the doors close, I pin her against the back wall before bringing my lips to her ear once more.
“My penthouse,” I say in a low tone before seizing her mouth again with my own. “It’s where you belong.” Then, the elevator bell dings as this incredible night continues.
* * *
To be continued …
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Sneak Peek: Forbidden Fruit
Kristy
My boyfriend cheated on me at Prom, but meeting the gorgeous older man more than made up for it.
* * *
I stand in front of the mirror, studying myself. Hmm, not bad. My dress is tight but not over the top. It highlights my curves without being obscene, which is important to me. After all, my boyfriend Ryder can be critical about these kinds of things.
Just last week, he shamed me in front of our friends for wearing a too-tight bodysuit.
“Kristy, isn’t that a little much?” he said with a raised eyebrow while staring at my bosom. My outfit wasn’t insane by any means. I was wearing washed denim jeans with a tan, long-sleeved bodysuit from Good American. It’s a brand started by the curvy Khloe Kardashian, and I think she’s a genius entrepreneur. She’s a big girl herself, so she understands what it takes to make things look good when you’re not a size 2. Why not? The average American woman is curvy, and Khloe’s tapping into a huge, underserved market. I hope she makes billions of dollars while leading the charge for bigger women who like to look sexy and confident.
But at the moment, all thoughts of Khloe’s sass and assertiveness fled my mind. I looked down, flustered, as my cheeks flushed pink. We were at lunch in the quad with my friends Kaylee and Britt. The two girls appeared embarrassed for me, but they averted their eyes, pretending not to hear. Suddenly, Kaylee brightened.
“Oh my god, there’s a bird!” she said in a gay voice. “Cool, that’s a good omen for spring right?”
“Yeah!” agreed Britt, shooting me a worried look while desperately trying to change the topic of conversation. “Oh my god, the bird is so pretty! I wonder if it’s a baby bird!”
I smiled, a bit unsure. My friends’ efforts to save me were much appreciated because they know Ryder just as well as I do. We’ve been in school together since junior high, and Ryder’s always been a bit of a pompous ass. It can be attractive sometimes, when it comes off as charismatic and confident. But sometimes, his harsh words just hurt. Especially when they’re directed at me.
Ryder snorted and rolled his eyes.
“Who cares about the bird?” he asked. “Spring is sprung, yada yada yada. Now back to your outfit, Kristy,” he says, focusing that laser-eyed blue stare on me once more. “So what gives? Why would you wear something so tight when you’re a size 14?”
I almost choked on my sandwich. My cheeks flushed red and I shot ashamed looks at my friends, who looked just as embarrassed for me.
“Well, the thing about being a bigger woman is that I need to wear things that squeeze and hold me together,” I say slowly. “If I wear a flowy top that resembles a muumuu, it just makes me look worse. It’s counter-intuitive, but I actually need to find items that help accentuate my curves. Tight spandex materials do that best.”
Ryder snorts and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah but Kristy, let’s get to the basics. Why are you a size 14 to begin with? I mean, that’s huge. It’s scary because big girls only get bigger as they age. If you’re a size fourteen now, imagine how big you’ll be in your twenties. Or your thirties or forties. Shit, by then you might qualify for gastric bypass surgery.”
Britt has had enough and she sets down her hot dog while shooting Ryder a dirty look.
“Might I remind you that we’re all big girls at this table?” she says coldly to Ryder. “What’s your problem anyways? You can’t handle seeing a woman eat like an actual human being?”
Ryder rolls his eyes again and puts down his fork before sighing theatrically. But I know what he’s going to do. My boyfriend has never been able to handle confrontation, especially when he’s being called out on his bad behavior.
“No, I’m not afraid of anyone eating anything. But seriously, you guys eat like dogs. Literally, you’re eating a hot dog right now. What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you eat healthier, like a salad?”
Kaylee gets in on it now too. She’s even bigger than me, but she’s beautiful and bounteous all the same with her sassy figure and long, golden blonde hair.
“For your information, these are kosher beef hot dogs that are made without any preservatives. They’re from a new line called HealthFood, and we got them at the local Whole Foods just last week,” she snaps. “Watch this.”
As if in retribution, Kaylee opens her red lips and takes a huge bite of her hot dog. I almost start giggling because Ryder’s face is going red, but then I stop myself. There’s no sense in aggravating my boyfriend anymore than we’ve already done.
“Ryder, why don’t you see if you can get us some drinks?” I say, giving him an out. “Can you get me a Coke please?”
“And I want a Sprite,” adds Kaylee.
“And I want an Orange Crush,” adds Britt.
I can tell my boyfriend’s about to say something about how soda is bad for you because it has a lot of sugar and empty calories. But he sees the glowering looks on my friends’ faces, and shrugs before getting up from the lunch table.
“Fine!” he calls over his shoulder. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
Once he’s gone, my friends look at me.
“Kris, I have no idea why you’re dating him,” says Britt. “Seriously, that guy is a loser.”
“Triple loser,” adds Kaylee. “I mean, just dump him and be over it!”
I nod. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with Ryder for a while now, but I just shrug my shoulders.
“Yeah, but we’ve already bought our tickets for Prom, and I feel bad dumping him now. We matched my dress to his tuxedo, and you know how Ryder was also voted a member of Prom Court this year. I kind of want to go with him,” I say tentatively.
Kaylee snorts, flipping a long strand of golden hair behind her shoulder.
“Nothing is worth staying with that guy even a day longer,” she says emphatically. “Nothing. You would have to poison me and tie me up to get me to date him.”
“Yeah,” adds Britt. “You would literally have to beat me unconscious to get me to go to Prom with him,” she remarks helpfully.
I roll my eyes and make a funny face.
“Okay, who’s being dramatic now? How would you go if you’re unconscious?”
My friends get innocent looks on their faces.
“It’s just a saying,” smiles Britt.
“Who, us, dramatic?” asks Kaylee innocently. “Seriously girlfriend, we’re just trying to help.”
I take their hands in mine.
“Yeah, but that’s the thing. I’ve already decided that I want to go with Ryder to Prom. His personality is bad, but we’ve already dated for two years. Plus, you have to admit that he’s really, really handsome. It’s basically the reason why he was elected to Prom Court. Everyone knows he’s a douche. It’s his good looks that get him places.”
Britt merely makes a yuck face, like she’s just seen a squashed bug.
“No guy is that good-looking,” she says. “Again, you’d have to beat me unconscious. I’m serious.”
“Or some poison would be useful just about now,” adds Kaylee darkly, as Ryder comes sauntering back. “Save me!” she mock-cries, putting her hands around her neck in a mock strangle-hold. “Oh my god, save me.”
But Ryder’s within earshot again, and quickly, we try to look innocent as he sets down the sodas on the table. Fortunately, my boyfriend has been distracted by something on his phone, and merely takes a seat without commenting. It’s probably Candy Crush, come to think of it, or some other inane video game. The rest of lunch goes by uneventfully, and we head back to class for the afternoon.
But now, it’s the big night. Ryder’s going to show up at my dad’s house any moment to pick me up. I know he’s going to look like Prince Charming with his head of black hair, patrician profile, and strong jaw. The tux will look perfect on him, and we’ll match because his pink bow tie matches my pink gown.
But yes, this gown. I do a half-turn in front of the mirror, studying my figure again. It’s a strapless mermaid-style dress which hugs my breasts and waist before gently flaring around the knees. The pink material is a sheer chiffon dotted with crystals, and when I twirl a bit, the fabric floats beautifully, as if I’m dancing across a ballroom floor.
I smile to myself. Hopefully, Ryder likes it. God, he better because in fact, tonight is a very special night. We’ve booked a room at the hotel where prom is being held, and I’m going to lose my innocence to Ryder tonight. We’ve done a lot of stuff in the past, but we’ve never gone all the way. Instead, there’s been plenty of heavy petting along with some labored breathing, but we always stopped when it got too heated.
After all, I want to save myself for a special occasion. Okay, maybe Ryder’s not the greatest guy ever, but at least he’s insanely handsome. I’ll be losing my virginity to a man who looks like a Greek god, even if he behaves like a child sometimes. My plan is to get him to talk as little as possible, maybe with the help of some alcohol. I don’t know. I’ve heard that too much booze can impair a man’s performance, and I don’t want to do that.
Regardless, Ryder has a hot body, and that’s what I’m looking forward too. Plus, I’ve played with his tool in the past, and it’s decent. It’s about five inches long, uncut, and the diameter of a magic marker. I’ve traced the veins along the sides, making him moan, and tonight, I want to feel it deep within me for the first time.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I hear my dad’s heavy footsteps approaching the foyer. The door opens with a snick and my father speaks.
“Hey,” my dad greets, his voice a bit curt.
“Hello, Mr. Richardson,” Ryder speaks from the first floor. “Is Kristy around?”
That’s my cue. I step out of my room and begin descending the stairs. The show goes as intended, and my dress floats beautifully. Every strand of hair is in place, and my make-up is flawless. Ryder stands stock still in the hallway as his eyes bug out. A bouquet literally drops from his limp fingers onto the floor. Good.
“Wow,” he breathes.
“You like?” I giggle after reaching the first floor. I lean forward to give him a chaste peck on the cheek. “Thank you for the flowers,” I say, nodding to the pink roses on the ground.
Tyler goes red and bends over, scrabbling to pick it up.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” he says, handing them to me. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a slightly wilted pink corsage too. “Here, let me put this on you,” he says.
I stand there, unmoving, as Ryder’s hands fumble with the delicate flowers at my bosom. My dad’s eyebrows knit together, and his arms are folded over his chest. It only makes my boyfriend more nervous. I don’t blame him because my dad is a huge, burly guy. James has muscles that go on for days, and he’s probably an inch or two taller than Ryder. It’s like looking at the difference between an adult male, and an adolescent who’s still growing.
Nonetheless, Ryder manages to get the corsage pinned above my left breast, and I take his arm gaily while reaching for my purse.
“Bye Daddy,” I say, blowing a kiss to James. My dad cracks a smile for a moment, but then his glare goes back to Ryder again. It’s as if he knows what we have planned for this evening. I told James that the hotel room was for a private party with my friends, but my dad wasn’t born yesterday. He knows that Ryder and I are probably getting up to no good, and he’d be right.
“Bye,” James says in a vaguely threatening voice. “Take good care and stay safe,” he says.
“We will,” I reply while blowing another kiss in his direction. “You don’t need to worry, Daddy!”
With that, Ryder escorts me down the walk to his shiny blue Mustang parked in front of the house. My dad’s still glowering at us from the stoop, but then he goes back into the house and shuts the front door. Ryder helps me into the car, and then slides into the driver’s seat before mopping at his brow with a handkerchief.
“Whew!” he remarks. “Your dad always gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Why?” I ask innocently. “It’s not like he greeted you with a shot gun on the front porch.”
“I know,” whines Ryder, starting up the car. “But I always feel like he’s judging me.”
“Of course he is,” I reply. “You’re taking his daughter out on a date. He wants you to treat me well, and so long as you do, James will treat you well too,” I say archly.
Ryder shoots me a side look.
“I always treat you well, Kristy. Besides, things are going to be fun tonight, baby girl,” he says in a silky voice while sliding one hand onto my thigh. “Don’t worry about a thing. Your new daddy will take care of you.”
I fight the urge to laugh because Ryder is nothing like my father. Ryder is a sapling, while James is a sturdy oak. Ryder’s going to community college next year on his parents’ dime, while my dad has been working since he was seventeen. Ryder takes everything in life for granted, while my dad appreciates everything that comes his way.
After all, James hasn’t had an easy life. He met my mom at a party when they were in high school, and they had a fling. Heck, a fling is too generous of a description. He had a one-night stand with her, and she got knocked up. She didn’t want a baby for a variety of reasons, but he convinced her to go through with the pregnancy. That baby was me.
After I was born, my mom dumped me into his arms and ran off to god knows where. We haven’t heard from her since. Plus, it must have been difficult for James as a single dad with a newborn, but he managed. He got a job as a long-haul truck driver, and fortunately, it’s a position that pays good money. When he was away working, he hired the best babysitters and nannies for me. When he was at home, he spent every available moment with me.
