Dirty Boss Daddy by S.E. Law
10
Leslie
I’ve been floating on top of the water blissfully, waiting for Malcolm to join me. It’s going to be amazing once my boyfriend gets in the pool because after some splashing, I know what this swim session is going to turn into. We’re going to have hot fun with the alpha male taking me below the water line, both of our cries ringing to the Heavens, and I can’t wait. Being with Malcolm Neuwirth is always so wonderful.
Yet, it’s been a while now and I don’t hear anything. There’s no sound of the glass door sliding open, nor of an enormous man lowering himself into the pool. I wait a few more minutes, figuring he’s just finishing up his morning coffee, or ogling me through the windows like he seems to enjoy doing every time I come out here for a swim. But when several minutes pass, I figure I must have made a mistake. Maybe Malcolm wasn’t angling for a swim, but instead, went back inside to work.
Disappointment washes over my frame. Leaning forward in the water, I let my feet sink to the bottom of the pool and peer towards the penthouse. Sure enough, I see the outline of Malcolm’s big frame, and he’s even got his swim trunks on. But he appears immobile, and he’s staring at something in his hand. What the hell is going on?
I wade to the edge of the pool and wave at Malcolm, but he’s too engrossed to even look up. Dang. What is that? It better be a declaration of World War 3 in the news because usually, nothing prevents my boyfriend from sampling my curves.
Heaving myself out of the pool, water rolls down my curves as I slick my hair back. The bikini clings to my hills and valleys, and has even come undone slightly over one hip. No matter. I’m sure Malcolm will be making short work of that in about a minute or so.
But when I pull open the sliding door, a blast of chilly A/C hits me.
“Malcolm?” I ask. “What’s going on?”
He looks up, and my heart drops to my feet. There’s a strange look on his face I’ve never seen before. It’s hard to categorize: pain, or maybe even disgust. Then I finally get a look at the phone in his hand, and to my surprise, it’s mine. I don’t have any secrets, so it’s fine, but I have been shopping a lot and I wonder if it’s the dollar value of my most recent on-line spree that has him upset. I raise an eyebrow and look at him. “Is something wrong?”
Instead of answering, he holds my phone up and turns it around so I can see the screen for myself. What is that?
I go closer and then realize it’s my ex, Ronald, being fisted by a woman. The look on his face is one of pure delirium as his bottom is violated, her entire hand disappearing between his pale cheeks. It’s not a pretty sight, and his face is clenched with pain as he’s stretched obscenely.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, bringing my hands up and clamping them over my mouth. “What is that?”
Malcolm growls, staring at me.
“I don’t know. You tell me, sweetheart. This is your phone.”
Tears spring to my eyes. No wonder Malcolm looks so disgusted and betrayed. He probably thinks that I’ve been cheating on him, and that I’m the woman in the photos putting Ronald through his paces. Still in disbelief, I snatch the cell away and begin furiously scrolling through my inbox. OMG. Ronald has really taken things to the next level, judging on what he’s doing in these photos. Can he even breathe? He looks to be near losing his life in some of them, and I wonder if he has a safe word.
Still, Malcolm isn’t saying anything. My boyfriend looks at me, and his expression is blank. Finally, I shake myself and force words to my lips.
“It isn’t what you think, Malcolm,” I begin in a trembling voice. “I know what it looks like, but I swear I would never cheat on you. I have no idea where these photos came from.”
Malcolm’s quiet.
“Really? So you don’t talk to Ronald anymore?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. But then I take a deep breath. “Okay, I did bump into him in the hallway at Ligne recently, but it was more of a coincidence than anything. I told him I was seeing you, and he also revealed that he’s seeing a Playboy bunny, so I have no idea why he sent me these photos. This is just a cruel joke, or some perverted trick in his mind. He’s trying to ruin our relationship and please please please, don’t believe his lies.”
Malcolm is still quiet, and I’m about to lose it. I’m going to scream and cry from a combination of terror and horror, but then, something flickers in my boyfriend’s eyes, and I stop. The blue depths gleam with humor and then the handsome man laughs. It’s more of a bark than true laughter, but still, it’s mirth.
“What’s so funny?” I ask. “I don’t see anything funny here.”
Malcolm sighs and bends down to retrieve a towel before wrapping the thick terry around my curves, rubbing his hands up and down my arms like he’s trying to warm me up.
“It isn’t funny,” he says. “It’s sad really, that Ronald is so pathetic he’d try to get back at you this way.”
I sniffle and Malcolm cups my cheeks, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. “So you believe me?”
He smiles and presses a kiss to my lips. “Of course I believe you, baby.” The handsome man stares into my eyes. “I trust you. I know you would never hurt me like that.”
I shake my head fiercely. “No, I wouldn’t. I swear.”
He smiles. “I know.” Then he gives me another sweet kiss, and when he pulls back, that cocky smirk is back.
“What?” I ask.
“I just can’t believe Ronald thought that would work. Clearly your ex doesn’t know you very well and is a complete idiot, thinking he could fool us with those photos.”
I stare at him, perplexed.
“What do you mean? You can’t see the woman’s face in the snaps. And who knows? Maybe I do like doing things like that.”
Malcolm merely grins, taking my hand in his before holding it up to the light.
“Well, if Ronald had two brain cells to rub together, he’d know that you keep your nails natural. You’d never wear those claw-like acrylics that the woman in the picture has, with flashy red nail polish too. I don’t have a clue who is in those pictures with him, but I know it isn’t you, baby. Did you say your ex is dating a Playboy bunny now, sweetheart? Maybe it’s her.”
Relief fills me, and I collapse into Malcolm’s arms, burying my face in his neck. Tears stream down my face as I cry, but Malcolm merely holds me while massaging soothing circles into my back. “It’s okay baby. We’re okay. I trust you. I’d never let an ass like that ruin what we have.”
Malcolm pulls back enough to look at me and cups my face before tilting his head to capture my mouth with his own. His touch is sweet at first but grows into something fierce as passion flows between us. Soon, I’m melting against him and mewling my need when he pulls back.
“I love you, Leslie,” he says harshly. “I’ll never let anything, or anyone come between us. You never have to worry about that, sweetheart, because I’m all yours.”
I’m crying again, but this time it isn’t fear or worry that have tears rolling down my face. Instead, it’s the realization that this beautiful man loves me and wants to be mine.
“Baby, don’t cry,” he shushes between kisses. “There’s no reason to cry.”
I shake my head and smile through the waterfall. “No, these are good tears.” Then, I lean up on my toes and kiss him. “I love you too, Malcolm. I love you so much and I’m glad this hasn’t come between us. It was just a stupid revenge scheme on Ronald’s part, and I’m grateful you saw through it within seconds.”
Heat flashes in his eyes and the billionaire kisses me hard then, claiming me like never before. My towel falls to the floor, and I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. Malcolm must feel the same because he runs his hands down my sides, around my waist, over my ass and then down the backs of my thighs. With a grunt, he lifts me into his arms and I smile as my legs wrap around his torso, our bodies pressed tightly together. At that moment, the laces of my bikini bottom come apart, the fabric loosening and then falling away, but Malcolm merely growls, his eyes hot, as he strides into the master suite.
But after he deposits me on the mattress, my curves flying every which way, he stops and merely stares for a moment.
“What is it?” I coo, ridding myself of the bikini top, now totally bare for this man to claim. “Don’t you want to taste, Daddy?” I tease, jiggling one big orb at him.
His eyes are like molten sapphires as they bore into mine, searing my hills and valleys. But he forces himself to speak even through the desire.
“There’s one thing we need to get straight, Leslie,” he says.
A small sliver of worry creeps into my mind, but I force my fear down in order to respond. “What’s that?”
The azure gaze is hard and unrelenting. “You’re not just staying here temporarily anymore. You live here now. This is our home because without you in it, this penthouse is just a bunch of walls and furniture. Do you hear me, Leslie? You’re moving in and giving up your old apartment tomorrow. Today, even.”
I melt and then smile at him once more with tears in my eyes. This brilliant, arrogant, sexy man is all mine, and he loves me. His demand may not be a request, but it’s perfect because I’d already made the decision to move in regardless. So I smile and nod.
“Home for me is where you are, Malcolm Neuwirth. So yes, I’ll move in with you, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
He kisses me hard. “God, I love you, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Where would I be without you?”
I merely giggle.
“Well, you’re my boss, so I guess you could find me at work if you want. That is, if we’re going public with our relationship now.”
His blue eyes flare.
“God yes, we’re going public, honey. I want to shout it from the rooftops that we’re together, and to claim you in front of everyone and anyone. You belong to me now,” he vows, and with that, Malcolm kisses me possessively before taking me to soaring heights. After all, maybe this relationship began at work, but now, my big bad boss daddy is all mine, at home and anywhere else in the world.
