My 3 Rockstar Bosses

“What?” the elderly woman repeats again, flabbergasted.

“So you never have to worry about rent again,” I say slowly. “How much?”

“Mr. Bates I-”

“Margaret, anything you need now, anything that Lacy needs, that’s my responsibility. I am here to keep you safe. I see how much Lacy loves you and I want you both to be comfortable and to thrive. So yes. I’m buying this building and putting it in your name. You’ll never have to worry about rent again. I’ll get my accountants on it,”

“Mr. Bates, no. I couldn’t accept such an offer,”

“Margaret. This is not up for argument. Lacy isn’t working as a maid for me anymore, so I owe it to her family to make up for that salary. Plus, I want to keep her safe and out of harm’s way. Do you understand me? I want you to do your beadwork in peace. That’s all that matters to me. That Lacy and her family are happy.”

Margaret looks at me and I see it then. Not just the mirrored beauty of my girl, but the spark behind her eyes that reminds me of my dead mother. If she’d lived, I could have brought her out of her split level in Detroit. I could have given her the life she needed. She always wanted a Steinway piano, and with my fortune, she could have had ten of them. But unfortunately, my mom’s long gone, so I give Margaret and Lacy what I couldn’t give my mother.

We look at each other once more. Margaret is on the brink of crying and so am I. There is nothing but trust between us. I reach out and shake her tired, wrinkled hand. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and Lacy walks into the living room. She is wearing a little pink blouse, tight fitting and cheap. She wears skinny jeans and tennis shoes. I wish I was the seam of her pants, going right into her crotch. What I wouldn’t give to breathe her in, to taste her on my lips. She lets her hair down and shakes her head back and forth as the long blonde locks fall over her soft shoulders. I swallow heavily, while standing to greet my girl.

“You look beautiful,” I murmur in her ear. “You ready to get some new outfits?” I ask her. “Anything your heart desires.” I trace the pink lace on her bosom.

“I’m ready Mr. Bates,” she says. “Did you and Aunt Margaret have a nice chat?” she asks.

Aunt Margaret turns around, wiping her eyes discreetly.

“We sure did honey, we sure did.”

CHAPTER 4

LACY

My heart is pounding as I look out the window of the limo. We pass all the shops slowly, and Howie points out each one.

“That’s where we’ll go for swim suits, and there you can pick up some summer dresses. If you need heels, only that place will do.”

The shops have names that I’ve only seen in magazines like Ferragamo and Gucci. I never dreamed I’d be actually walking into places like these.

“Come here,” says Howie. He pats the space between us. The day I spent away from him, after he drenched me in champagne on the chaise lounge and had me moaning into the night, well, that day has been the most exciting day of my life. I absolutely gushed to Aunt Margaret about him. About his absolute charisma and the telltale ache in those blue eyes. I told her about how he fired me but then promised the world. Of course, I left out the naughty parts just to spare her the details.

But somehow, Aunt Margaret knew, those blue eyes twinkling. She was skeptical at first, but then relented.

“Just be careful honey,” was her gentle admonishment. “You know how men can be. They’re dogs.”

But something was different about Mr. Bates, I could tell. There was anguish in those blue eyes and hidden hurt in his soul. I make it my mission to soothe him of his troubles.

I scoot over to him in the giant backseat. The leather under my fingertips is probably more expensive than all of Margaret’s kitchen appliances combined. I get closer and closer to the thighs of my man. He’s decked out in a blue navy suit and I can see that under his belt line is that massive bulge I’ve been hungering for. When I went to sleep last night, I licked my lips and imagined I was swallowing his cum. I could almost taste the flavor of our last fuck emanating off my tongue and body. God, I don’t know what’s come over me. I have so many dirty thoughts now. With Charlie, I had dreams, but they weren’t like this. That’s what makes me so scared. I have to confess something to Howie.

“Mr. Bates,” I murmur, as I edge close to his side. “Um, I have to tell you something.”

He holds me to his chest and I relax into his side.

“What is it, my princess?”

“Well, it’s just that, with Charlie…”

I feel him tense up when I say the name of my ex.

“Well, he and I we, gosh. Well, we never had sex.”

Howie holds my head back.

“What- so you?” he seems startled.