distraught.
Once again, she shouts my name through the door and it’s even more frantic sounding this time. There’s no thinking on my end, only movement. Only the need to get to her and fix what’s wrong. Urgency is alive in my gut as I push back my chair and stride to the door.
It opens just as I get there and Veda throws herself at me through the entrance. I only have a second to take stock, noting she’s wrapped in a towel, the ties from her bikini visible at the top—and I surmise she must have been swimming.
“Ramsey,” she sobs brokenly into my chest. “My locket. My mom’s locket. It fell off in the pool and I kept diving down but I couldn’t find it.” Her head lifts, big, wet blue eyes stabbing me square in the heart. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I dialed number one on the phone—like you told me—and the housekeeper said it probably got sucked in by the drain. And we wouldn’t be able to get it back.”
When her voice cracks and she begins crying anew, I become ready to do two things. Fire the fucking housekeeper and get the locket back, by any means necessary. She will have it back and it will make her stop crying. There’s no other option. In the face of the angel’s anguish, I have completely forgotten about everyone else in the room, but when Veda peeks out from behind my shoulder to observe the table, I’m forced to remember I’m in a meeting with eight employees…and my seventeen-year-old, live-in girlfriend just made an appearance.
These are the best and the brightest, however, and their expressions have all remained mostly neutral as they take in a tear-stained Veda, although, there is definite curiosity lurking as well. Oh yes. Thankfully, they’re all paid seven figures annually and know better than to question the man who signs their checks.
I notice Veda’s gaze snag on Allison, but I don’t stop to question it. “Take a break. I’ll be back when this is resolved,” I say to the room in general, before guiding Veda’s huddled form out onto the landing. “Which end of the pool were you swimming in?” I ask, already unfastening my cuff links, pocketing them and heading for the lowest floor, where the pool is located.
“The deep end,” she says, her bare feet slapping on the tile steps as she tries to keep up with me on the way down. “I was diving off the edge…I must have broken the chain.”
We reach the bottom of the stairs and enter the dimly lit pool area, the smell of chlorine replacing the ever-present scent of bubble gum she projects. I take off my dress shirt and toss it down on one of the deck chairs, followed by my pants and boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Veda lift the towel still wrapped around her body, covering her mouth with the white terrycloth. “Ramsey…”
I scan the bottom of the pool for a glimpse of gold. “Yes?”
“You’re…hard.”
“Yes, I know,” I answer through clenched teeth, bothered beyond measure at the lingering distress in her voice. “Did you think I could pass the night with your naked body sprawled on top of me and ever be soft again?”
My dick proceeds to swell larger the longer she looks, all wide-eyed and dripping with pool water. I shouldn’t feel irritation with her, but God help me, I’m aroused out of my mind. But I have to finish the upstairs meeting and send my employees on their way, before I can indulge my obsession. Her sudden appearance in the meeting has already spurred curiosity, no doubt. I can’t very well work out my lust on Veda’s body while they’re still upstairs.
Can I?
I see her glance toward the pool with a hiccup and know she’s still scared about losing her mother’s necklace. Getting it back takes precedent over my painful state. “I’ll find it, angel.”
“Please, Ramsey,” she murmurs. “It’s all I have left of her.”
I’m in the heated water before she finishes speaking, my middle lanced by the acuteness of her sorrow. My fixation on making Veda
Once again, she shouts my name through the door and it’s even more frantic sounding this time. There’s no thinking on my end, only movement. Only the need to get to her and fix what’s wrong. Urgency is alive in my gut as I push back my chair and stride to the door.
It opens just as I get there and Veda throws herself at me through the entrance. I only have a second to take stock, noting she’s wrapped in a towel, the ties from her bikini visible at the top—and I surmise she must have been swimming.
“Ramsey,” she sobs brokenly into my chest. “My locket. My mom’s locket. It fell off in the pool and I kept diving down but I couldn’t find it.” Her head lifts, big, wet blue eyes stabbing me square in the heart. “I didn’t want to interrupt, but I dialed number one on the phone—like you told me—and the housekeeper said it probably got sucked in by the drain. And we wouldn’t be able to get it back.”
When her voice cracks and she begins crying anew, I become ready to do two things. Fire the fucking housekeeper and get the locket back, by any means necessary. She will have it back and it will make her stop crying. There’s no other option. In the face of the angel’s anguish, I have completely forgotten about everyone else in the room, but when Veda peeks out from behind my shoulder to observe the table, I’m forced to remember I’m in a meeting with eight employees…and my seventeen-year-old, live-in girlfriend just made an appearance.
These are the best and the brightest, however, and their expressions have all remained mostly neutral as they take in a tear-stained Veda, although, there is definite curiosity lurking as well. Oh yes. Thankfully, they’re all paid seven figures annually and know better than to question the man who signs their checks.
I notice Veda’s gaze snag on Allison, but I don’t stop to question it. “Take a break. I’ll be back when this is resolved,” I say to the room in general, before guiding Veda’s huddled form out onto the landing. “Which end of the pool were you swimming in?” I ask, already unfastening my cuff links, pocketing them and heading for the lowest floor, where the pool is located.
“The deep end,” she says, her bare feet slapping on the tile steps as she tries to keep up with me on the way down. “I was diving off the edge…I must have broken the chain.”
We reach the bottom of the stairs and enter the dimly lit pool area, the smell of chlorine replacing the ever-present scent of bubble gum she projects. I take off my dress shirt and toss it down on one of the deck chairs, followed by my pants and boxers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Veda lift the towel still wrapped around her body, covering her mouth with the white terrycloth. “Ramsey…”
I scan the bottom of the pool for a glimpse of gold. “Yes?”
“You’re…hard.”
“Yes, I know,” I answer through clenched teeth, bothered beyond measure at the lingering distress in her voice. “Did you think I could pass the night with your naked body sprawled on top of me and ever be soft again?”
My dick proceeds to swell larger the longer she looks, all wide-eyed and dripping with pool water. I shouldn’t feel irritation with her, but God help me, I’m aroused out of my mind. But I have to finish the upstairs meeting and send my employees on their way, before I can indulge my obsession. Her sudden appearance in the meeting has already spurred curiosity, no doubt. I can’t very well work out my lust on Veda’s body while they’re still upstairs.
Can I?
I see her glance toward the pool with a hiccup and know she’s still scared about losing her mother’s necklace. Getting it back takes precedent over my painful state. “I’ll find it, angel.”
“Please, Ramsey,” she murmurs. “It’s all I have left of her.”
I’m in the heated water before she finishes speaking, my middle lanced by the acuteness of her sorrow. My fixation on making Veda
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