“He came to see you, you know.” I take a step, but then the raised voice halts my stride. “Stop walking away. You’ve done it for too many years, and now it’s time to face your demons.”
“What would you know about demons?” I ask.
“I lost my first love, too, Beckham. Your father wasn’t the only man I have been with. I know loss, better than the next person. And I am telling you, you need to grow up.”
I’m surprised by her words. Not once has she shared that information with any of us before.
“I am grown up. Just ask any one of my lady friends,” I say and wiggle my eyebrows. She leans forward and clips me on the back of my head. “Ouch, what was that for?” I ask, rubbing my head over zealously.
“Go over and congratulate your sister, and for God’s sake, act normal.”
“I already knew … before all of you,” I reply. I don’t know why she thinks otherwise, Rylee and I are close.
“Of course, you did. You two are crazy inseparable. Anyone would think I had triplets,” she says as she walks off. Knowing I have to follow, I do.
“Where did you go?” Rylee asks, walking up to me with a glass of wine in her hand.
“He snuck up to the treehouse,” our mother chimes in.
Rylee laughs and shakes her head.
We wait until Mom wanders off before Rylee grabs the bottle in my hand and looks up at me. “Now go and apologize to Jacinta. We all heard what you said. You were rude.”
Scrunching my nose up at her, I furrow my brows. Being surrounded by women isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. They are bossy and overbearing most of the time.
“I’m not apologizing to my employee.”
“Go,” Rylee snaps.
She’s small, but she can be vicious. So, I give her a nod and take a deep breath. I look around for Jacinta but don’t see her anywhere. What I do see is someone who I don’t think I’ve met before standing next to Glenn, her eyes down as she reads something on her phone.
“Beckham, you remember Tamara?” I do, but only vaguely. She was one of Paige’s only friends.
She looks up at me and smiles. “It’s good to see you again.” Her eyes rake over me, and I know that look well.
“Tamara was coming over to bring me food, and when I told her I was coming to see you, she wanted to come.” Glenn lets me know. I look to Tamara and raise my eyebrow at her.
Tamara walks over and slips her arm through mine. “It’s been so long. Catch me up on all things in Beckham’s world.”
Tamara is my type—the type I fuck, that is.
Blonde, petite, and totally doable.
Easy pickings.
She looks up at me with doe eyes, and I know what she wants and the reason she is here.
It’s not just to see me.
It is what she can get out of me.
“Care to get me a drink?” she asks, looking down at my empty bottle.
“Follow me,” I reply and walk back into the house.
Her hands don’t let go of me, and I don’t push her away either.
“I’m amazed you remember me. I never really saw you much unless you were with Paige.” I wince at her using that name. She doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in her own world.
Which I plan to be lost in soon as well.
It’s better than my hell.
“Do you want to go to the bathroom?” I ask. My words are direct, and I don’t mince them. She nods eagerly, her hands touching my chest. Usually, I would never do this. But today, well, actually, this whole week, can go fuck itself in the ass.
I lead Tamara to one of the two bathrooms and guide her in. It’s simple, just a toilet and a sink. Enough for me to bend her ass over and fuck her.
As soon as the door click shuts, she pulls at her dress, lifting it until it’s removed. I watch her with hazy eyes, then she reaches for my pants, undoes them, and pulls out my cock. She strokes it and leans in, kissing my lips. I let her because it’s better than the alternative.
Thinking of her…
When I’ve had enough of her lips, I turn my head to the side and push her down. She goes willingly, drops to her knees, and the hand that was massaging my cock keeps on doing so. Her tongue darts out, and she licks the tip before her mouth covers me, and she starts sucking. I grip her hair hard and help by fucking her mouth.
My eyes close for just a second, and when I reopen them, the door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, and standing there is Jacinta.
Her mouth completely open in shock, and disgust is written all over her face. I don’t miss the cold eyes, nor do I mistake the wrinkling of her nose. Perhaps disgust was an understatement. It’s more like abhorrence, even revulsion.
But why isn’t she moving?
I bite my lip and grip the girl’s hair harder, pushing in as deep as I can go as she makes a gagging sound.
Jacinta continues to watch.
“I can always take you next. She’s just warming me up,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine, and her lips press into a thin line before she sneers at me with disdain.
“You are truly disgusting. And girl …” Jacinta looks down on the woman who’s wiping her mouth, “… think better of yourself before going into someone’s private bathroom and sucking cock.” Jacinta turns and stomps away. The girl on the floor, Tamara, I think her name is, stands and pulls herself into me.
“Get dressed.” I push her away and tuck my cock back into my pants and rush out of the bathroom. When I turn the corner, I find Jacinta standing in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“You got some real attitude,” I say.
Jacinta faces me, then gives me an eye roll that I’m sure her eyes will be lost in the back of her head before she turns and walks toward the door.
“Offer still stands.”
She pauses at my words then turns back to look at me. She strides over and pushes her water bottle into my chest. “Sober up! You’re embarrassing yourself.”
I reach out for Jacinta, not giving her the opportunity to pull back from me, then lean right into her ear, and for some reason, instead of speaking, I breathe her in. Since when does she smell this good?
“You enjoyed it. Every damn minute of it.”
Jacinta gasps and pulls back. I expect her to slap me, but her hands are clenched at her sides. She simply shakes her head and walks away, leaving me standing there.
When Tamara finally comes out, she gives me the filthiest look before she heads toward the door.
Yeah, whatever!
Good riddance.
Chapter 8
Jacinta
I don’t look forward to going in to work the following Monday. Not at all. And to think most of my weekend was filled with images of the faces he pulled as that woman sucked his cock.
It was pure pleasure.
Why was I thinking anything about what he did?
I don’t like the man.
Yes, he’s good-looking, but I do not like him.
Not in the least.
Arriving at work at the usual time, I walk straight into Rylee’s office and shut the door.
She looks up, and I glance down to her hand, the one that bears the ring. “Congratulations again.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Is this weird for you?” she asks in a soft, well-mannered voice.