Chapter 32: Blown Away

Ricardo's POV

"You need to apologize to your mother. How dare you speak to her in such a tone in front of that maid and on her behalf, are you insane?" Penelope asked as she followed me into my bedroom.

"I'm not getting into any nonsensical argument with you, Penelope. Just stop," I responded as I took my tee off.

"You embarrassed her! I just walked by her bedroom and I heard her crying. You spoke in such a raucous manner to your own mother."

"You would defend her behavior."

"What behavior, all she did was put that maid of yours in her place. If Adani wanted to leave afterwards, so be it. Why you stopped her is the other issue here."

"Penelope..."

"What is it about her that gets you in your feelings, huh, she's a freaking maid! She scrubs your floors and dust the damn tables!"

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't, I've been paying attention to you and to her. I'm not crazy. She has a thing for you, but I swear, you can embarrass your mother, but if you ever embarrass me over Adani, I'm going to ruin you. I'll make sure every business mogul wants nothing to do with you!" she threatened.

I raked my fingers through my hair and headed to the shower. I put the jets on and welcomed the massage until I felt a pair of hands on my back.

"I'm sorry. Look, let's not fight," Penelope said softly. I watched with longing as she stepped closer to me. Her hair was wet and stuck to her neck.
Her round pair of breasts, although altered, looked appealing. My eyes traced and traveled down the lower parts of her body.

"Pene, what are you doing?" I questioned. My manhood had a mind of its own. I couldn't stop the firmness it developed.

"I am your fianceé and it's my duty to please you," she answered coyly.

"You're going along with this even though it's a business deal?"

"I don't care what you and my dad talked about and arranged. My mission is to let you fall back in love with me. The money to you is just another prize."

She took my face into the palms of her hands and began kissing me. Her hasty lips fell to the skin on my chest and lower and lower she went. My breathing caught as I felt her tongue traced the base to the tip of me before she took me into her mouth.

I cussed softly, closing my eyes to take in the moment of ecstasy. Gently, I held onto her head, she on her knees, the bobbling movements as her fingers traced my abs had me mentally pinned. I couldn't deny her. With a washed of delight, I felt myself on the brink of explosion but Penelope didn't stop. She slurred my releases with a smile before she got on her feet again.

I felt like a slut.

A moment ago, I was kissing Miss. Prime and now, I received a blow-job from my fianceé and I didn't object to it.

Penelope and I showered together. Afterwards, we got into clean clothes and headed downstairs where I found my mother heading out the door with her suitcase and several luggages.

"Mom?" I called. She turned towards me.

"I left a note on my dresser. I didn't want to be of an annoyance to you," she spoke. Her eyes were swollen and red. Indeed, she had been crying.

"Mrs. Parriston, are you leaving?" Penelope asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, dear. My believe I've overstayed my welcome," she answered while looking right at me.

"Ricardo, stop her. She can't leave like this," Penelope said in a whisper.

"I.. I.. shouldn't have..," I stuttered. I walked quickly towards my mother before she went down the steps.

"Mom, I really wish you were leaving on better terms. But you do have a life outside of mine," I told her.

"I'm aware. I love you. That hasn't changed."

"I love you too."

We embraced in a comforting hug, dissolving the tension from earlier between us. She left with a smile but when I turned to Penelope, she was fuming.

"You let her go just like that?" she asked angrily. I walked back into the living room with her hot on my heel.

"You need to get into one of your fancy race cars and get to the airport and stop her. I like having your mom around!"

"Penelope, stop! She doesn't live here. She have a husband and a life outside my home. What is your problem?"

"My problem is you let her go because of Adani!"

"Leave her out of this!"

"She's the cause of this!"

During the back and fourth, Miss. Prime appeared. She must have heard the shouting and heard her name being mentioned.

Penelope caught sight of her and smirked.  "Speaking of the devil," she said and locked her gaze on Miss. Prime.

"Penelope, don't start this," I cautioned.

"Oh, you and I just had a moment in the shower and now you want to talk to me like I'm one of your little helpers," Penelope said aloud making certain she was heard from across the room. She stormed out afterwards and I looked at Miss. Prime. She was looking right back at me. I searched for the hurt in her eyes and on her face but her expression remained neutral and her eyes were hard to read.

I walked towards her until I stood directly in front of her.

"I don't know why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling right now," I softly said.

"What way is that?" she asked, looking right at me.

"Guilt."

"For me or for her?"

"You."

"You shouldn't."

"Why do you say that?"

"You don't owe me any loyalty, Mr. Parriston. What happened was perhaps just a mistake between you and I."

"Please don't say that."

"I already have. Whatever that was, it can't happen again nor should it mount into anything."

"But what if I want it to?"

"You don't get everything you want. I have to protect myself and my heart here. I'm not going to go out on the battlefield for you."

"I'm not worth fighting for?" I asked and stepped closer to her like something was drawing me in.

"You shouldn't be this close to me," she said softly.

"Why, so I wouldn't feel how fast I make your heart race?"

She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn't say a word. She stepped backwards instead and cornered herself against the wall.

I closed the gap.

"Mr. Parriston.. I..."

"I'm right here. Push me away if you don't want me close to you," I said. My hands were at my side. I waited and watched as hers rose and rest on my chest, without a force.

In an instant, I held her arms open and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. She gasped in surprise and I kissed her passionately and hungrily.

Her legs wrapped around my waist in their own accord. Holding her steady with my left arm, I used my other fingers to trail her smooth leg before I kissed her again.

I raked my mouth against her neck as she moaned softly. Slowly but surely, my fingers trailed to her panties, immediately feeling the wet she was freeing.

"May I?" I asked in her ear.

"Mr. Parriston.."

"May I?" I asked again, slipping the panties to the side and waiting for her response.

"Your fianceé can come back down here any second," she said.

"Sshh."

The wall surrounded us, blocking the view from any direction and one could hear if there was someone coming down the stairs.

"We need to stop," Miss. Prime said and broke the hold. She adjusted her clothes and her hair and wiped  lip-balm off my lips, "We can't," she added.

"I don't want to say you're right," I found myself saying.

"You're engaged and getting married. I'm not getting in the way of that. I have no intentions of being your sidechick and your mistress. Good night, Mr. Parriston."

She walked away from me.