Chapter 99 Leave!
Richard's POV
I've had a helluva week. Dad's been on my ass and work was completely miserable. I've been so damn stressed lately... well when it comes to work. Everyone wants my time and attention. Papers to sign. Records to make... I swear I'm ready to hand it off to my exec and quit! Then I'll pack up the girls and move to some island no one has ever heard of me.
All I want is a stiff drink and to spend the night with my girl in my arms... I've been making love to my girl for the last two nights, and I've been I heaven. We've been getting closer. I can tell she's finally starting to let her guard down. I'm glad I'm finally making progress in that at least.
I've been dying to bury myself into her tight little pussy all damn day, but I'll wait... Until after dinner. Of course I would never push her when she's not ready, and damn she's been ready for me. I'm not like that bastard James!
I push through my front doors and head upstairs. Before anything, I need a shower to wash the day away. I probably smell like sweat and stress... Probably a bit of frustration thrown in. I just need to relax before I can face anyone.
I push through my bedroom door and freeze. This is definitely NOT what I was expecting. And MOST DEFINITELY NOT what I wanted! Just how the hell did she get in here, and who am I firing?!
Gina, one of the dancers at Muse Strip, one of my strip clubs, is laying on my bed, legs spread wide and practically naked. All she's wearing is sheer black bra and sheer thong that leaves nothing to the imagination. But what really has my focus is the condom peeking out of it.
I feel anger in my gut. She thinks she knows me, but she doesn't. I've changed. I'm not the man-whore I was growing up. And even more recently, since I found my little dancer, I haven't touched any of the girls at any of my clubs.
This used to be my life. Sex, drugs and rock and roll. Well, I gave up the drugs after high school. And rock and roll is work... But sex... That has always been my one weakness I haven't been able to get over it. I've gotten better now, but there's still this... addiction. But I'm holding back. I don't need anybody else but my little dancer. Her pussy has ruined me for any other woman! There is nothing holding back from worshiping the woman I love. And the woman in front of me is not her!
A long time ago I needed something to take the edge off of dealing with my father. He never stopped me, so sex it was. A lot of sex and empty feelings. Blurred faces. No names... Just lust and release.
No! I'm done with that life. I'm trying to show Josie she can trust me. To show her I'm worthy of her. What would she do if she walked in right now? She'd hate me! After our last two nights together she'd feel so betrayed! I don't want that at all!
I need to get Gina the hell outta my house and call Grant and make sure she never comes back! I am not having her in my house ever again where my girl could stumble across her and get the wrong idea.
"Leave, Gina. I don't want you here," I ground out. "In fact, if I ever see you on my property again, I'm calling the cops and reporting you for breaking and entering!"
"But Ricky, I haven't seen you in so long... I missed you," she coos, reaching a hand between her thighs and slipping a finger into her wet cunt. That move might have worked on me before, but right now, it only twists my stomach in disgust. I can't believe I would fuck her just to get off!
"I said leave, Gina! Or do I have to call security to haul you ass out naked?" I snarl. I start to gather her things, hoping she gets dressed fast because I don't want anyone to see her on my bed! She has to get the hell outta here ASAP!
"Hm... Fine. I'll go," she says rolling over and shoving her ass up in my face. Like I said, once upon a time, this would've turned me on, but right now it's only pissing me off because she's taking too long! But then I see she's actually reaching for a drink on the bedside table.
I shouldn't! I need to get her out of here, take a shower, then I can have drink on my own while I wait for Josie to get back from Wild Blooms. That was my plan! But my throat is suddenly dry as a desert.
And there is that drink I'd been wishing for just minutes ago. I swallow hard. This is bad idea, but I really do need a drink. I can wait though. She should just go so I can enjoy it on my own!
I lick my dry lips while my body trembles like an addict needing a hit. Why is this happening? Didn't I just tell her to get the hell out? Why is she just... still being here?