Daddy Dearest

“Angela,” I repeated. “Tell me honestly. Do I look like a give a shit about your son?”

Her mouth set in a thin line as she glared at me, but of course, she wasn’t brave enough to speak up or say a word to insult me. I was infamous for getting rid of my assistants the moment I put my cock in their cunts, and Angela hadn’t even gotten that far yet. But judging by the way she was licking her luscious lips, I was definitely on her to-do list.

“No,” she replied in a clipped tone. “I was just trying to–”

“I don’t care,” I told her. “Do your job. You’re paid well enough, aren’t you?”

She nodded and looked pissed as she did so. The little blush that crept up her neck made me horny.

“Good,” I growled. “Now get the fuck back to work and make sure to keep my schedule open today. I don’t have time for shit unless it’s urgent. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Reed,” she said in a hushed tone and scrambled out of my office.

At least she fucking closed the door on the way out. I needed the privacy as much as I needed a damn good blowjob to drain my cock of the cum Kendall had pent up inside me.

I sat down on the plush leather office chair and whirled around in it to look at my view. When I was picking out the building for my business, I made sure to get one with a good view. And it wasn’t because I wanted to admire it. I wanted the best fucking building in the city, because I wanted every single person who walked through my door to be intimidated. And so far, I was doing a damn good job of it.

I stared at the city below me and it felt like the metropolis lay at my feet. I was the King, and I had been since I’d built Reed Management from the ground up. I was always determined, always knew exactly what the fuck I wanted, and no obstacle was big enough to stop me in my quest to get it.

When I first met Barbara Violet, I knew I wanted her.

She was this high and mighty, uppity fucking bitch that seemed like the female version of me. She was a couple of years older, and she reminded me of the woman I’d lost my virginity to. Strong, fucking meticulous and savage when she was being fucked. The first time I put my cock in her pussy she screamed so loudly, my assistant thought I was killing someone in my office. She was a screamer alright. It only took her ten minutes after walking into my office, all manicured and with her head raised high, to end up on her back on my desk and screaming for mercy.

I went in head first. I was convinced she was the one for me, because I’d never had sex that explosive before. We’d been fucking for a few months before she told me about her daughters, and from the get-go, it was a turn off for me. I didn’t get or do children.

But she weaseled her way into my life, and after making some business suggestions that proved to be beneficiary to my business, I married the woman.

I realized what a mistake I’d made days after, when she broke a plate over my head and I had to get six stitches for the gash in my temple.

She was a fucking hurricane. After dealing with her, I finally understood why hurricanes were named after women.

But I couldn’t leave then. She wouldn’t let me. Barbara Violet had her claws firmly under my skin, and she was holding on for dear life. She refused to sign the divorce papers, and as time went on, I found myself finding the new lifestyle easier.

I still fucked whoever I wanted.

But I had a sweet, loving girl waiting for me at home.

Too bad it wasn’t my wife.

If I was being honest with myself, I’d always fantasized about Kendall. It was hard not to notice Amanda with her fucking crop tops and skirts so tight and short they showed off her ass cheeks, but Kendall had always intrigued me. She was well-read. Sweet. Kind. She was the kind of woman I didn’t think existed anymore, and she’d been right under my nose the whole time. And of course, I couldn’t resist her siren call. But finding out it had been her sister all along made me feel so fucking dirty.

Amanda was promiscuous, daring, revealing.

Kendall was innocent, shy and timid.

I took advantage of the wrong girl, but if I could do it all over again, I’d repeat the same mistake. And not just once.

I’d really fucked up royally, and now I had a mess on my hands if I wasn’t careful.