Even though he’s come in here with some hostile energy, it’s endearing to see him try and keep me around. “I don't need more money. I just need to think things over. That's all. School's important to me.”
His jaw clenches again, and this time it looks like he's going to shatter some teeth. I watch as his disgruntled face turns and he walks through the door yet again, this time clearly slamming it behind him…so much so that I squeeze my eyes shut, pull my arms in tight and flinch. The fear mostly melts away into curiosity, and I can't help but laugh at the situation that I'm in. My breathing exercises doing their best to keep me calm.
When I finally leave the mansion and get that first whiff of fresh air, it's like walking through Heaven's Gate. There was a second where I thought I was going to be murdered or something. It was a situation that I never thought I would find myself in. I can’t even dream of something so crazy, which is really saying something because I read a lot and have a wild imagination at times.
I'm just lucky that I got out of there. Even so, there’s just something about Tony, some quality that intrigues me. Something about him is bothering me, nesting in my brain and refusing to go away.
It reminds me of a time when my friend told me that she couldn't stop being in toxic relationships. I never quite understood that, mostly due to my lack of life experience and naivety. After what just happened, I’m quickly realizing things that seem so obvious on the surface aren’t so cut and dried when it comes time to do what you clearly should do. Ideas are one thing. Execution is a whole other.
How could someone be attracted to someone else who’s so toxic? Maybe that's what I felt a little bit towards Tony. He's a brute. I might just be hardwired to have a little bit of magnetism towards that quality, self-awareness hitting me in the face like a stack of unpaid bills.
"Hey yo,” a deep voice says off to the side, pulling me out of my walking zombie daydreaming state. “You're the one that's going to be babysitting Tony's kid right?"
I turn to the right and there stands a man with slicked back black hair wearing a leather jacket, his hand pushing the door closed on a very elegant looking ride.
Suddenly my mouth goes dry again. But I force a smile. "I'm not sure if the job is for me. I wish him all the best in his search though."
The guy looks shocked. His head does a little jolt back. "If you say so. But if I were you, I wouldn’t want to get on Tony's bad side."
The gun flashes across my mind and instinctively I put on another smile and then move as quickly to my car as I can, driving as far away as I can as I put an end to this incident.
But something tells me that this situation with Tony is far from over.
2
Tony
It’s ten thirty p.m. and I lie in my bed stroking my cock. It's been six months since that interview with Cassandra. I haven't seen her for six fucking months. I swung by her birthday party because she was turning nineteen and I wanted to do something to make up for everything that happened at that interview. So I bought her a car. How’s that for an apology?
She looked different when I saw her. She looked more mature, sexy as fuck...even though she’s still just a teenager.
Who am I kidding? She's the reason I'm stroking my cock right now. I can't get Cassandra's face out of my head. I'm not a wordy man. But if I were to ever use the wordelegant, I would slap that word right on her.
The thing I still can’t get past is the fact that she doesn’t seem like she’s completely closed off to the idea of being my babysitter. At her party, I told her that I’d just fired the one I was forced to hire six months ago when Cassandra never got back in touch with me and didn’t answer my calls.
The woman I had to let go was terrible, not to mention I could have sworn that she took some stuff from my home. So was it a coincidence that I saw Cassandra on her birthday, the same day that I fired Maria? I don't know. All I know is that I have her number on my phone and keep thinking about that body of hers, those child-bearing hips that I want to…
It's the bra and panties set she had on in this very house, mine, that are burned into my brain like a brand. So silky and so see-through. A perfect compliment to her soft lips, her auburn hair, those curves of hers. I haven't looked at a girl like that since…ever. Not even my own ex-wife, who I was more or less forced to marry to keep the underworld running smoothly, limiting bloodshed and families going to war. Lord knows how that civil union ended up.
Towards the end of my marriage with my wife we hadn't even slept in the same bed. We no longer kissed each other goodbye. And you would think that bringing a kid into the world two years ago would have brought us closer together. But no. Luca was an accident. And it only made my wife’s resentment toward me stronger.
He may not have been planned, but I loved him like he was conceived with intent, the only thing innocent and pure in my life. I would die for that kid, yet my wife completely up and left us both…bouncing on us. She wanted nothing to do with our son or me. What a heartless cunt.
Up and down my hand goes over my manhood, getting closer and closer to finishing as I imagine that day in my house playing out between us differently. As I visualize her in that bra and panty set all right, but not for long. I imagine her slowly taking them off, biting down on that bee stung lower lip as she confesses to me that she might be a little Lolita, but in reality, she has no experience whatsoever. Pure. Innocent. There are those two words again.
But she doesn’t stay that way when giving her the education she eagerly desires, walking her through wrapping those pouty lips around my throbbing cock as she takes me so deep her eyes water and she chokes on my thick inches, just before my balls pull up and I unload my spend down her throat. She greedily swallows it all down, every last drop, because all she wants to do is please me.
She more than pleases me just by simply existing. I can’t get her out of my fucking head. It’s been half a year and here I am, yet again, a grown-ass man stroking his dick to fantasies of a fresh-faced girl barely out of high school.
I feel the finish line approaching and I go for broke, beating my dick like it stole something, knowing I’m seconds away from the release I need multiple times a day to think straight.
Standing on the edge ready to tumble over into the abyss of another mind-blowing orgasm thanks to Cassandra, I’m stopped short by a sudden outburst of cries in the next room.
Luca.
Instantly I go soft, putting on my pajama pants before I run to the next room.
I've heard plenty of people cry throughout my life. Even when my wife would cry, I was kind of insensitive to it because I had heard it so many times throughout my life. But with Luca the second I hear those lungs wailing, the little guy using his primal means of communication to cry out for someone to help him, I'm out the door and running to him.