Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I fucking meditated, for Christ sake. I considered therapy.
I gave up jerking off for a fucking year because I knew, as soon as I got my hand on my dick, it would be Lennie I’d think of and I was going to keep my shit straight when it came to her.
Then, she turned eighteen and I lost my motherfucking mind. What made it worse, was I could see how she looked to me for comfort. For care. And I gave her that, in my own way. But, I had to keep my distance. I was a bomb ready to explode and take her out with me.
“You better be careful.” Davis breaks me from my trance. “I see you…”
He starts but Lennie is nowhere to be seen. Davis is going on about staying focused and the new Century City deal we have going out east which will double our net worth if I nail down the contract next week.
But, my fucking cock is so hard, it’s about to rip through my black slacks. I’ve already jerked off to my newest video of Lennie taken this morning as she took her morning swim in the pool, wearing her usual yellow one piece covered by one of my oversized t-shirts and a pair of swim shorts.
I love how conservative she is about showing her body, but fuck all, I need to see it. Touch it. Taste it. Lick every drop of honey dew from that cherry pussy and tell the world to go to hell.
“Where you going? Dalton Henry just texted. He’s here, we want to get him nailed down. He’s shopping agents…”
“Everyone is shopping agents here tonight.” I snuff out my cigar in the glass of ice water and head toward the glass stairway leading up to where I saw Lennie in a flash a minute ago.
“She’s fine—” He starts, but I cut him off with a glare.
“That’s for me to decide,” I bark, the tension in my temples radiating down the back of my skull and into my neck.
For years, I’ve kept tabs on her. Whether she’s in my home, with my bodyguards, or Davis. This is the first time I’ve not had eyes on her outside of my home and it’s not right.
Something is not right.
Then, I see her. She’s on the landing to my left and Ryan Nolan, little fucking baby bitch it-boy of the moment, is handing her a glass of champagne.
Lennie doesn’t drink.
She smiles and my fingers curl into fists. She giggles at something he says, her tits jiggle, more beautiful than any woman here, and for a second, a micro-second, I consider the fact that she deserves a happy life.
She deserves to meet someone her own age, and one that’s not her father for all intents and purposes.
Fuck.
That.
That’s not going to happen. I rock back on my heels, taking a centering breath like Malasia, the yogi that I hired to help Lennie with her OCD and ADHD, taught me.
Doesn’t help. It never helps. Not when it comes to my babygirl.
My. Babygirl.
Fuck yes. My poor dick has waited so long as well as my heart. My eyes travel up the stairs as I grab the railing. Coming down in front of me is the group of wannabes that were sizing me up at the table a few minutes ago.
The one in a bright yellow mini dress sucks on a straw, eyes lighting up. Two others catch on and in slow motion, there’s a whisper, Lennie looks down, giving me a two finger wave, then…
Yellow dress has her arms around my neck, gloss-slicked lips pressing into mine as my gag reflex goes wild. The others surround me at the base of the stairs, the girl on my face pushing her tongue forward as her hand slips down and takes a handful of the hard-on I’m sporting with Lennie’s name written all over it.
I’ve never hit a girl. A woman.
But, fuck, this is fucking assault. I’ve never taken a handful of ass or anything that wasn’t offered and over the last ten years since I started my agency, where sex is currency, I’ve not touched anyone. Work was my life but in all that time, I’ve never had to deal with this shit.
Women have always had my support and admiration but now? Ten fold.
The last flicker of Lennie staring down with wide eyes and pressed lips, looking like she’s going to cry as Ryan Nolan smiles is blocked out by the other girls laughing and leaning in for a piece themselves.
I fling her off, spitting on the floor, my mouth defiled by hers. She stumbles back into her crew, who gasp and stare. Cameras are recording but I don’t give a shit.
They curse and shove at me as I take the stairs two at a time, but Lennie is nowhere in sight.