Chapter forty-four: Blacklash

Chapter forty-four: Blacklash

Jeffrey

***One week later***

'Oh my goodness, Jessica."

I groaned as her lips wrapped around my throbbing díck and sucking it just like she had done before, she was so incredible. Her head bobbed up and down, her face twisted into a slight look of discomfort after I had grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her further.

She coughed, pulling away before leaning down further to begin sucking on my balls, I let my head fall back, relishing in the moment as her tongue went to work.

'Does that feel good, daddy?'

She was batting her lashes and letting her pink tongue slide over the top of my díck.

'So good, baby girl.' I breathed.

"Jeffrey?" She said, hitting my arm, I frowned and heard her voice again.

"Jeffrey?"

"What?"

I snapped out of my delusion and saw her sitting across me at the table, her eyebrows scrunched and her lips parted just the slightest.

"Were you even listening to me?"

Honestly no, not with her tempting me like she does.

"Sorry," I said as I adjusted the napkin on my lap.

"I guess my mind is a little drifty today."

She smiled and continued talking about the end of her semester and how excited she was to start new classes. I drifted off again, glancing down at her chest while I took a sip from my glass of water. Seeing her cleavage peeking from the collar of my shirt that she was wearing, I mentally high-fived for leaving the house slightly colder than usual because her nipples were rather prominent beneath the fabric. I nodded along as she continued to speak, hoping she believed my attempt in paying attention.

"So," she began, a little hesitant.

"What are your plans for next year?" I sighed.

I could tell that she was trying to make an effort to stay involved but I knew it would break her heart to know the truth.

"Well,um…I will be at the headquarters for a few months and we will start working on the next location where I will go and get it started. I will be there for another few months."

"Do you know where you are going next?" I was silent for a while.

"United Kingdom," her jaw dropped and she blinked a few times.

"Are you going to the United Kingdom?" I nodded, rolling my lips between my teeth, her head dropped the slightest and her eyes refusing to make contact with me.

"When am I even going to see you again?" She asked, softly.

I reached forward and grabbed her hand, making her look directly into my eyes.

"Hey, what did I tell you about staying present?" She sighed.

"But, Jeffrey, that will be over a year before we can….."

"Jessica," I said firmly, stopping her rambling.

"Don't worry about it, we will work everything out. I promise." She let out a deep breath through her nose.

"And besides, we have to get you that tattoo this weekend." I added with a small smile.


***Jessica pov***

"For real?"

I looked at him with wide eyes. I am really going to get tattooed.

"Of course, Princess." He took a sip from his glass.

"I have booked an appointment at my tattoo parlor this Friday."

My heart began to race just thinking about getting those two little eagles tattoos on my skin.

"Are you nervous?" He asked after a few seconds of silence, I shrugged.

"I mean, a little. I don't want it to hurt."

"It won't hurt," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and took a hold of his wrist, pushing his sleeve up and revealing the ink littering on his skin.

"You also have probably a hundred of them and you are also used to the pain by now." He shrugged as he glanced down at his vast collection.

"I guess, I kind of like the pain. It is relaxing." I cringed and shook my head.

"I can barely get shots at the doctor's office."

"It will be fine, I will be right beside you." His thumb rubbed slightly on the back of my hand.

"I am putting my entire life in your hands." He groaned with an eye roll but he still smiled at my over dramatization.

After dinner, he went to his study to do some office work. He wanted to get as much as he could complete before he left. I had asked him if he planned on having someone else come in to take his place but he assured me that Jorge would be fit to run the department without him.

"Does Jorge not like me?" I asked out of the blue.

He blinked a few times and stopped writing his notes, glancing in my direction as I stood by his bookshelf.

"Why do you ask?" I shrugged.

"He just seems off every time I stop by, he doesn't seem fond of me."

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. He patted his lap, motioning for me to come sit. I walked over and carefully sat down on his lap, one of my arms going around his shoulder and the other unconsciously drifting to the buttons on his shirt, twisting the theme between my fingers.

"He is just worried if I am making a mistake." He sighed and I frowned in confusion.

"He thinks that I shouldn't be fancying a woman much younger than me and it could cause backlash for my company."

"Backlash?" He pressed his lips together as he exhaled through his nostril.

"My private life is exactly what I have made it to be, which is private. So not many people know what goes on day to day. The public knew about my divorce and it took a toll on my work. I wasn't putting in as much passion into my clothing as I had been but now, after I have recovered from that. Jorge thinks the same thing is going to happen if the public becomes aware of my relationship with you." He explained and I felt a little struck with hurt, did Jorge really not like me that much?

"What did you tell him?"

"I have only told him to mind his own business and not worry about me and my relationships." He was playing with my hair.

"He is not my father, so I can do what I want."

I stifled a giggle and looked down at my lap, a memory vaguely appearing in my mind. He noticed my expression and smiled before speaking.

"What are you thinking about?" I shook my head before responding.

"Did you remember all those times that I sarcastically called you daddy and you would get extremely turned on?" He rolled his eyes dramatically and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"No, I don't remember." He was lying and I couldn't help but press further.

"I would say, okay Daddy and it was like an insta-boner." I laughed and he immediately grabbed my ass in his hand, squeezing me so harshly and I gasped.

"I couldn't help myself," he purred and lifted me off his lap and laid me on the ground, following and hovering his body over me.

"You are just so tempting."

He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, harshly sucking at the skin like his life depends on it. One of his hands grabbed my clothes breast, kneaded it softly and caused me to moan and reach up to tangle my fingers in his hair.

I felt his lips trail up my neck and his teeth gently bit down on my earlobe. I tightened my grip on his hair as his hips ground into mine, his soft groans filling the quiet space.

A knock on his front door caught us off guard and his head snapped up towards the foyer.

"Who the hell is here at this hour?"

"I don't know."

He carefully maneuvered himself off the floor, he held out his hand and helped me up before walking out of his study as the knock on the door continued.

"Who the hell," he muttered as he looked at the peephole, he opened the door and Sam walked in.

"Hey dude, I want to talk to you about…..oh, hi, Jessica." He was looking surprised to see me.

"Hey, Sam." I awkwardly waved and Jeffrey shut the door.

"Why are you here, Sam?" Jeffrey was annoyed.

"Um, by any chance did you get in a fight with some guy?" Sam hesitantly asked and Jeffrey's eyes darted to me for a split second.

"Why are you asking?"

"Jorge has been trying to get a hold of you apparently. He says that some kid contacted the company wanting to talk to you about an incident that happened and Jessica is a witness."

My heart nearly beat out of my chest. Was it Steven? He couldn't possibly, although he night if he was that adamant about getting what he wanted.

"Damn it!" Jeffrey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb.

"Is the asshole pressing charges or something?" Sam shrugged, scrolling through his phone to read what I assumed were text from Jorge.

"I have no idea but you should definitely get that sorted tomorrow morning. We can't have shít like this getting out to the public."

"I felt like this is my fault," I said quietly, shaking my head and looking to the floor

If I had cut all ties with Steven from the very beginning, maybe things would be different.