123 — JULIAN ADAMS (POV)

“And with that, we can finish the meeting.” Mike finally says, turning off the screen that was showing the results of the company’s big project, which Mike had traveled to solve. Fortunately, the result was better than we had imagined — a profit 45% better than expected. It’s a project that really made us stand out on the international scene.
The shareholders and directors start to get up, saying goodbye to each other with handshakes and waves, but I don’t do the same... I keep sitting in the first chair at the end, right next to Mike’s. And I admit, sitting next to him for three hours in this suffocating quarrel made me sweat.
Now that we’re finally alone and Mike has finished sorting out his documents, I find myself saying in a high-pitched voice than usual, “You probably already know this, but Laura, Deborah, and Naomi have been fired. And Jackson will leave the country.”
He keeps silent as I add, “The Project Department will need new staff; it’s an opportunity to hire new people, as we need to expand anyway. I think we can open up at least five new teams.”
“Have it your way; it’s your department.” Mike slams the papers down on the table without looking at me.
Huh… That coldness is really bothering me now.
I sigh, loosening my collar, “Can you stop it already, Mike? I don’t want to keep fighting.”
“Think about it before you fuck my daughter.” He retorts and turns to me abruptly. But then, as if realizing his own words, he sighs and straightens his posture. “I said I wouldn’t get involved in this, and I won’t.”
“I love her, Mike,” I say simply, and that makes his eyes widen. “I really do, and I’m serious about her.”
Once again, Mike throws me into this uncomfortable silence, and I find myself swallowing hard when he sighs again and rests both hands on the table. “I know that.”
I let out a slow breath, noticing Mike’s expression also frowning as he moved his face to look directly at me, *“I know.”*
Another long moment of silence falls between us, but I cut it with my sincere apologies... “I’m sorry, Mike.”
“Me too.” He shakes his head and then retracts his hands from the table to comb his hair back. “Well... If you’re serious about having a relationship with my daughter, you need to prove yourself and be a good son-in-law.”
“I’m not already?” I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be offended.
“Not as long as you keep putting off your work.” Mike crosses his arms, looking directly at me, even though my fearful eyes are running around the room. “I know you took the position of Project Director to help Angelee and give her a bit more confidence, but I need you back, Julian — I need my partner, my Vice President. We are finally reaching your brother’s dream, *our dream;* I need you back.”
My fearful eyes finally meet his, and I notice the seriousness in his gaze.
“If you do that...” He pats me twice on the shoulder, “Maybe I can change my mind and give you my blessing.”
I suppress a smile... “Did you know that’s called blackmail?”
“Call it what you like; I can do what I want as long as I’m a father.” He suppresses a smile and looks at the watch on his wrist. I don’t need to see the time to know it’s late. “Stop by Angel’s favorite restaurant and get some decent food, huh? She doesn’t look well lately.”
I sigh, throwing my body back and tilting my head so that my chin is high and my eyes are on the modern ceiling. “She’ll be fine now that this mess is over.”
“I hope so.” Mike murmurs, walking across the room and approaching the glass wall that reveals the New York City night. “Anyway, they got what they deserved... both Laura and Eric.”
I close my eyes, remembering Angel’s face, with no regret in my chest.
Yes, they got what they deserved.
***
I enter my apartment holding Angel’s favorite food: pizza and burgers. I know I shouldn’t let her eat junk food, but she’s not eating well these days… so I guess one day won’t hurt. And just as I’m getting inside, I see the top of her wet brown hair behind the sofa.
The click of the door closing attracts her beautiful, bright brown eyes, making me smile. Angelee immediately gets up, walking towards me while I place her food on the kitchen counter, loosening my tie as she approaches, completely closing the distance between us.
“Did everything go well at the meeting?” She asks fearfully, her hands reaching for my tie to finish loosening it.
“Yes.” That’s all I say, watching her eyes downcast, focused on her fingers that finish loosening my tie.
“What about Daddy? Is he still mad at you?” She asks, running her hand down to the buttons of my shirt, which she undoes easily at her desire.
“Um, I think so,” I murmur, reaching for the nape of her neck slowly, lifting her face and mingling our breaths. *Hmm, I’ve been missing her touches and kisses all day long…*
“Julian?”
I give her a soft, light kiss, pulling her lower lip between my teeth. Angelee sighs, finally opening a gap for my tongue to slide into her mouth as I grip tightly on the back of her neck. And even though this was supposed to be a light, quick kiss, I lose myself in the softness of her tongue as it entwines with mine, giving in to the rhythm I impose without any protest; she just lets me explore her mouth and play with her tongue, making the kiss deeper and hungrier, until something inside me snaps and I lose my composure completely.
I grab her waist and part our lips for just a moment — and that’s enough for her to gasp and ask with a smile, her voice trembling with pleasure, “What was that for?”
“Do I need a reason to kiss you?” I ask with a mischievous smile, my lips against the skin of her neck. “Besides, you said I could do *whatever I want* with you, huh? I haven’t forgotten that.”
I breathe deeply her scent, inflating my lungs to the max, and place a wet kiss with my tongue flicking against her sensitive skin. Angelee moans and that makes me even hornier, pressing her hips against mine so she can feel how hard I am and how much I want her.
“I know, but...”
“No buts.” I laugh against her neck, guiding her into the bedroom, kissing her neck until I finally reach my bed. “You don’t plan on going back on your word, do you, girl?”
She denies it with her head slowly while I sit her down on the edge of the bed. I touch her face, seeing the way she lifts her eyes to look directly at mine, a pleasure sigh escaping her lips in anticipation of my touch.
I lower my hand, running my fingers down her neck until it reaches her shoulder, the thin strap of her low-cut satin blouse that gives me a beautiful view of her breasts.
“Did you know? It’s torture to be near you and not be able to do the things I think about doing.” I murmur slowly, leaning over her.
“And what are you thinking of doing with me?” She asks cautiously, but I can sense something else... I feel *desire* in her voice, in the way she begins to take off my shirt, undoing the buttons one by one slowly, almost shyly.
“You know I can be very creative,” I say hoarsely against her cheek, holding the back of her head, running my fingers up her hair, curling the brown strands to pull and raise her face. “Are you sure you want to find?”
She gives a soft smile and moistens her lips, which makes my breath harsh and short.
“Yes...” Angelee confesses, her eyes shining with lust. “Please, show me.”
*Hah, honestly... This girl drives me crazy.*
I grip her hair a little harder, not so gently, rough the way I know she likes it — and her smile widens, making my cock throb. Her hands finally finish unbuttoning my shirt, and she immediately touches my abs, making me shiver from her soft palm against my defined muscles.
Angelee bites her lips slowly, her nails trailing down past my navel to my waistband, but I know she’s looking for the big bulge in my pants that makes her swallow hard. However, her fingertips play under my belt, touching my skin... And I smile mischievously, pleased to see how much she wants me.
“You seem to be looking forward to this more than you pretend, girl...” I say in a husky voice, placing my hand on her throat this time, my fingers fitting perfectly behind her neck. I make her lift her face and meet my eyes again, and I have to take a deep breath because I can’t resist the intense way she looks at me. “You’re really turned you into a pretty little slut, hum?”
“You’re the one to blame...” She jokes, batting her eyelashes slowly, spreading an odd, funny warmth through my chest. “My body doesn’t react that way to anyone else; it’s completely yours.”
My smile widens slowly, like a predator’s, as I move her shoulders away, adding some distance between us, “Is that so? Even though you seem to like that Tyler guy a lot?”
Angelee opens her lips to answer me, surprised by my words, but I slowly push her down on the bed by the legs, pressing them together until her thighs touch her belly.
With her back sunk into the mattress, the soles of her feet touching my abs, Angelee gasps and slides her fingers slowly into the fabric of her blouse, “Are you still jealous of him?”
*“You’re the one to blame...”* I give her a sarcastic smile that makes her grimace, but she still moves her foot down and reaches the erection that marks my pants.
I look down at her small, delicate foot, which is pressing quite strongly against my throbbing cock, and I let out a harsh breath.
“... After all, you keep teasing me.”
“I’ve done no such thing.” She says with a quip and a false innocence that makes me look up again, slowly, holding both her ankles with one hand…
How is she so delicate... so perfect? Her big breasts, big ass, her tight pussy... It’s all perfect...
*Hah, I’m so damn crazy about her.*
“You didn’t, huh?” I mumble and throw her ankles a little to the side, showing me her ass which, in this position, gives me very wicked ideas...
I take a deep breath, grunting and tilting my head to the side.
“But if you’re not pleased with my answer, why don’t you punish me?” She asks, looking me straight in the eye... with a mischievous smile on her lips that snaps something inside me, the only thread of sanity that allowed me to stick to reason.
Haha, this girl...
“Do you like being punished, babe?” I ask with a cocky smirk and pull her ankles sharply towards me, sliding back onto the edge of the bed. “Do you like it that much when I’m rough? When I fuck you hard and make you moan loudly?”
She gasps but nods, biting her lip with a fake shyness, “Yes… I like it so much…”
“Okay.” Still holding her ankles together, I start to undo my belt with my other hand. “Since you like it so much...” My eyes shine with intense lust, and my smile widens while I hold my belt and give a quick kiss to her toes. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”