TWENTY-THREE.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - Luther.


Mr David? Reese 's uncle? The one who was known for being a child molester? I couldn't understand why Reese had run on seeing her Uncle with me.

“What did you say?” I asked the second spy I assigned to work on David's case, my voice scratchy as confusion and anger overwhelmed me.

“Mr. David is Reese 's uncle, Sir. He also has a record of being a sex offender Sir. This happened in the year two thousand and one. He was said to have molested your co-worker, Reese Quinn.” I hung up without saying something as small as thank you to the spy. Well, he was getting paid a lot of money. He would get over it.

So, that explained why Reese had been acting so distant. Did that remind her about the evil that had once been in her life? And I had done nothing to help. If anything I had been a little bit annoyed with her behavior and I was angry at myself for being so damned blind.

I banged my fists on the table repeatedly as the information that had been given to me started to sink in. Mr. David was a child molester and he was working for me. He was my business partner for crying out loud and for a fleeting moment, I felt disgusted with myself. The guilt had rushed into me, regretting why I ever let a child molester as a business partner. It was even more horrifying than Mr. David getting away with these evil acts! This man ruined the lives of young children who were probably still traumatized by it or children who didn't have the choice to tell.

I needed to see Reese . I needed to tell her that I was sorry for putting her in so much distress.

I walked over to her bedroom slowly and I almost changed my mind when I got to her door. What if she blamed me for bringing back David into her life and she decided to break the contract? What then would become of us?

As much as I did not want to admit this, Reese was a constant in my life and I could not afford to lose her.

I cursed myself again for my thoughts. I would deal with my messed up feelings later but I needed to talk to Reese , to see how she was doing. I twisted on her doorknob slowly, in the quietest way that even I did not hear the knock. I got no reply. I knocked louder again but still, there was no reply and I started to panic.

What if she had already left? Or worse, if she had decided to kill herself? What would I do? I was sure that I was overreacting. She was probably in the bathroom or maybe she fell asleep. I should have come back but I was not taking any chances.

I opened the door abruptly and Reese , who had been sitting on her bed, pretending to read a novel, jerked off from her bed in fear. Her heart was beating erratically and she panted, her eyes wide open with fear. I ran over to her quickly. “Hey, hey, Miss Quinn. . . it's me. Calm down, breathe in and out, please.” I said to her with a low voice.

Her hands scanned my face as she whispered, "Luther?"

“Yes, Miss Quinn, it's me.”

“I thought. . .” Her voice broke and she swallowed hard. “I thought he came to get me.”

“Who? David?” Her eyes snap up to meet mine, full of surprise and judgment.

“You know,” She said, not asking.

“Yes, Reese . Fuck! Why didn't you tell me? I've been winning and dining with him and you just kept all that from me? Really?”

“No,” she started then stopped. “Yes. I didn't want to seem weak or be a liability. Besides, he brings a lot of money to your company, I did not want to jeopardize that.”

I glared at her in disbelief and it was only then I noticed how horrible she looked.

She was wearing a white nightie and it had food stains,oils, on it. Her hair was messy and damped with sweat, her eyes were bloodshot and the bags under them told me that she was not sleeping much.

“Luther,” she whispered as she ran her hands over her chest. I looked away. “I need you.”

I shook my head as I spoke, “Miss Quinn, I'm sorry but I can't do this. You're not in the right frame of mind right now.”

She sat up on her knees and she took off my suit jacket slowly, “But I need you.”

I felt my resolve crumbling fast. “Reese , wait, I can't sleep with you.” It was for her own sanity.

“Just touch me, Luther, isn't this what you have always wanted? Please, I need you inside of me. I just want to forget about him.” It was like my hands had a mind of their own. I found myself gripping tightly to her breasts like they were my lifeline. She responded immediately, kissing me, biting my lower lip, and gripping my dick in her hands but I would not sleep with her. I didn't like that I was giving myself in so quickly, I was taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

“Let's make this all about you, huh, Miss Quinn?” I asked and she nodded quickly as she lay down waiting for me.

My hands went south and soon enough I found her clit and rubbed gently on it. She soon became a moaning mess under my touch.

My lips were covered in a long warm kiss that left her short of breath. Her kiss was light as if she were testing me. Then she leaned back to deepen the kiss, the feel of her soft lips against her both infuriating and placating was ravishing. Her next kiss became consuming, hungry yet sweet and teasing with a hint of promise and driving her body to new heights of awareness. I returned her kiss passionately and when I pulled her head back.

I gazed up at her, shaking my head vehemently. “I'm sorry, I can't do this, Miss Quinn. It's hard for you and I will be here but not this way.”

“I want you, you don't understand!” her voice went up a notch.

“I do. I can be here for you but not this way. How about we do this, I will sleep with you in your bedroom.”

“You mean like sleeping with me—sleeping with me?”

“No! I'm not going to touch you in this way, Miss Quinn,” I said to her, her eyes falling in disappointment. I brought her close to my chest, placing her head on me whilst I caressed her. "It's going to be alright."


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