VINCENZO
Iwon’t say I’m not fucking vexed that my deal completely fell through or that I wasted my day eating a meal with people who tried to marry my assistant off to their son. No. I won’t say I’m not because I am. Actually, I’m beyond vexed, if there’s even a word that exists to describe the nuisance of a day I had. I’d still be bloody pissed if the deal went south another way. But the entire time, I had to watch Ms. Lee make googly eyes with what’s-his-face, and it was like rusty nails on a chalkboard in the background of an already unpleasant experience.
I grind my teeth at the thought, looking out the window as we approach the hotel. It’s miserable, not knowing why he really said no to my offer. I could have given him a house twice as large with my down payment for his land alone. There was no swindling this time, no angle I could provide him that would sway his fervent position to stay where he is, not change a thing about it.
Pops would have gained a new respect for me that could very well mean I’d take over his business early if I’d secured this massive deal, but alas, I fucking bombed it.
Perhaps I was off my game because of the searing anger that boiled within me towards Ms. Lee’s banter with that wanker. I think she tried to console me when we first got into the car, but I wasn’t having it. I needed to bask in my undefinable level of anger without any words to talk me down from the ledge of loathing. I jump out of the car as soon as it stops, slam the car door as a warning for all to fuck off, and march up the stairs to the lobby, Lee hot on my trail.
We enter the elevator together, and I close the doors just as Ms. Lee walks up to them, her eyes filled with hostility. I don't know why that makes me feel slightly better, but it's kinda fucked.
Whatever.
We reach the Penthouse, and I go straight to the room on the first level, slam the door behind me and head for the bathroom. The shower is big enough for five people; it takes up half the bathroom. I go to it, turn on all three showerheads and jets lining the back walls, then strip down to my underwear just before a knock resounds on the bathroom door.
“What?” I growl.
“Can-can I come in?” Ms. Lee’s voice weakly asks through the door. I don’t fucking care anymore about anything— especially not any promises I’ve made to her— so I spitefully reply.
“Yeah.” And she opens the door.
“Oh shit.” She squeaks, standing in the doorway in shock, her eyes going straight to my bulge. She clears her throat.
“Why didn't you warn me?” I raise a brow at her question.
“What do you want?” I move my hand in a circular motion for her to spit it out.
“I’m sorry your deal fell through.” She swallows, looking in my eyes with such hyper-focus, I know that she’s trying to avoid looking anywhere else. I like the power that gives me after the day I’ve had.
“Me too.” I sigh and trail down her body with my eyes. If I could get to have her one more time, I know it will be better for both of us. I prefer not to think twice about her talking to some farm boy, and I know this will get those annoying feelings out of my head. I think…
“Well, I should also shower.” She turns to the open door, and I grab it before she can walk through, closing it shut in front of her. She’s still looking at the handle as I lean with my arms crossed against the wall.
“You like saving water?” I grin.
“You apparently don’t.” I glance back to the water running at full blast from every shower head. I scoff a laugh and grab her wrist, pulling her towards it.
“Vince…” She trails as I press her up against the outside of the shower.
“Vince, I don’t think–”
“Clearly because you’ve come here to shower with me.” Her hand is on my abs, mindlessly trailing across them before she looks up at me. She looks like she wants to protest my insinuation, but her silence tells me she knew what she was doing when she came here.
“I didn’t really….” Her deep brown eyes flicker between mine, and I've had enough of this staring because I can read what it means. She wants me just as much as I want her, and whatever has possessed her to seek it out, I don't care. I don’t have any will left except my resolve for her body. Her eyes are already telling me what she wants before she says a word, so I leap into action, though I feel the slight resistance straining between us. I know the moment she feels my fingers on her skin, she’ll melt.
I begin to unbutton her top, stooping down and kissing the length of her neck, then breasts when I’ve gotten the shirt undone to the waist of her shorts. She grasps the back of my hair, tugging slightly as a sound escapes from her mouth that instantly makes me hard.
Her other hand reaches for my bulge through my underwear, and my jaw drops at the immediate euphoric feeling of her hand wrapped around my stiff pulsating shaft. I kiss her mouth roughly as she lets go and reaches into my underwear, beginning to stroke the length of my dick.
I think I like her hands better than my own. They know just what to do, more so than I do, and I’m not sure I can say that about any other girl I’ve fucked. She is hot, obviously, but more than that, she knows how to please me, and it’s tempting not to tell her this in the heat of the moment. Of course, I don't because that would give her far too much power. A power that I reserve only for myself.
I unzip her jeans, pull them down, so they drop to the ground, then slip my hand into her thong, looking over at us in the mirror. She does the same, letting out another moan as I shove a couple of fingers inside her. She’s already wet, and I’ve barely begun. I bite my lip, looking into her eyes that beg me for more.
“This okay?” I breathe out as she strokes me quicker. She bites her lip and nods. I push my tongue to my bottom teeth, mouth parted slightly in pleasure. But her nod isn’t enough. I want to hear her say it.
“Say yes,” I whisper, moving my fingers deeper inside her. She gasps, and I breathe down her neck, pushing my fingers into the spots that make her even wetter. I know this makes it harder for her to speak because she catches her breath as I continue. “Yes.” She moans and tightens her grip on me as she strokes, throwing her head back against the glass. Fuck. The mere sound of her voice in the height of pleasure causes me to leap closer to climax. I pull my fingers out and rip her thong off as she does the same to me so that there are no barriers between our wet bodies. I know I shouldn’t want this. I made a promise. But I also am not about to feel bad for wanting her this way. She walked in on me. So who’s really breaking pinky promises? If it isn’t already obvious, I'd like to note that it’s not me.
I can’t help it if someone stumbles in on me naked, offering to join me. What was I supposed to do? Not fuck her? She pushes my chest with her hand and takes her shirt off the rest of the way. I pull her into the shower, under the water as I unhook her bra, kissing her perky breasts as I toss it to the corner of the shower.