Dragon: A Bad Boy Romance (6 page)

Before I do, I open the door to Honey's bedroom. I don't know why. Tony already looked in on her, so I know she's there. She's asleep, barely visible under the bedclothes. As I watch, she rolls over, murmuring something. She looks so innocent and vulnerable, and I find myself wanting to protect her. Not for the money, or the job, but for her. Then I remember her talking about her prick boyfriend, and I turn away. I'm just here to do a job, get paid, and get out.

~~~~~~~

It's only 9 AM, and I already feel like I've fallen down the rabbit hole. I always imagined that being rich is just an easier version of being poor. Instead of worrying about the engine falling out of your shitty Honda Civic, you worry about the paint job on your Porsche. You buy your clothes in fancy stores, but you still put your pants on one leg at a time.

But this is something else. When I woke up, my clothes from yesterday – the one decent suit I'd worn to the restaurant, and the muddied jeans – were gone. My first thought was that Honey was playing some sort of stupid prank, but that isn't the case, I discover. The Freemans employ a cleaner, and one of her tasks is to creep into the bedrooms at dawn and collect up any laundry. I'm told I'll get them back, fully laundered, by the end of the day. I've not even
seen
the kitchen yet. Tony and I sat in the dining room, and the cook brought breakfast to us. There is no sign of Honey - it seems she likes to sleep late. He doesn't want to talk about the letter, though.

Tony is playing golf with the douchebag boyfriend this morning, so I'm officially on the clock. Luckily, I'm not expected to actually sit in her bedroom while she sleeps. Instead, I wait in the living room, feeling like a burglar or something. I could use a cup of coffee, but I don't want to ask the cook to make me one, like I'm her boss or something, and I don't think I'm even
allowed
to make my own.

Finally, she appears, still in her robe. Her hair is tousled and her eyes are sleepy. I can't help wondering if she has anything on underneath.
Fuck!
It's easy to hate her when she's not there, but now that she's here, my cock is doing all the thinking for me, and he likes her a lot.

"Hey," she says, curling up in an armchair. "You sleep okay?"

"Like a log," I say neutrally.
Apart from when I chased your stalker through the grounds.

We sit for a moment, not looking at each other, each waiting for the other to address the elephant in the room. She breaks first.

"I didn't realize you knew my father," she begins.

"I didn't realize he
was
your father," I shoot back. "He describes you very differently."

She looks away, but not before I noticed that she is blushing.

"He… He doesn't know…"

"That daddy's little princess gets her kicks from fucking strange men?" I finish. I don't know why I'm being like this. Maybe it's because I'm tired.

"It's not like that," she says quietly.

"It's
exactly
like that, darling," I say. "And your boyfriend, Carl? Does he know? Is it some sort of sex game? He likes to know his woman is being fucked by a real man?"

I've crossed the line, but I don't give a shit.

"I'm not
his woman
," she hisses. "He doesn't know. Nobody knows. Nobody except me and you, and it had better stay that way, for both our sakes."

"Your secret's safe with me, darling," I say. "I'm sure you regret it as much as I do."

She stares at me, frowning. "I don't –"

She's interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Tony is home, and from the sounds of it, he's brought the douchebag with him. Whatever she was going to say, she's not saying it in front of them.

~~~~~~~

Two hours later, I don't regret fucking her. Hell, I'm glad I did it. The knowledge that I've fucked Carl's girlfriend, not once but twice, is all that saving him from a beating right now. If he recognizes me from last night, he's not showing it. Even if he does, he's a lot cockier now that he has Tony to back him up.

"So," he says, when he is finally finished talking about himself, "you're like a personal assistant or something, are you? Driving the car, carrying the shopping bags?"

He's acting like it's the most hilarious joke he's ever heard. What pisses me off the most is that I know that he knows exactly why I'm here. Freeman has told him everything. The only person in the room who doesn't know is Honey.

"Something like that," I say, not rising to the bait.

"I guess it's a pretty good job," he says, smiling, "for someone like you."

I see an angry expression flash across Honey's face, just for a split second. But then she smiles, and lays a small, slim hand on his thigh.

"Carl is a lawyer," she says.

This, of course, is enough. Carl immediately starts droning on about his distinguished law career, as Tony and Honey hang on his every word. I smile politely, all the time picturing the way she'd stifled her moans in the restaurant bathroom.

He finally leaves, after making arrangements to take her out again in the evening – to 'somewhere better'. Christ, does these people never eat at home? Tony has gone to 'work', and we are alone again. She heads up to her room, and I follow her.

“Want me to help you pick out a dress for tonight?” I say, as I lounge against the doorway, “since I'm your personal assistant?”

“I don't think so,” she bites back. “Just fuck off downstairs. I need to get changed.”

“Why so shy? Don't worry, I'm not interested.”

Interestingly, this seems to piss her off more than anything else I've said. She strides across the room and gets right up close to me. I can see flecks of green within the blue of her irises.

“Yes, you are,” she says.

She's right, of course. No matter how much energy I pour into hating her, I still want her. But there's no way I'm going to admit it.

“You keep telling yourself that, darling,” I say.

She places her hand on my cock, and starts to rub me through my jeans. It takes everything I've got to stop myself getting hard.

“See? Not interested...”

She gets down on her knees, gazing up at me innocently. I clench my fists. I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of thinking that I want her.

But then she unzips me, and pulls my cock out. And I crumble.

She's licking me like a lollipop, her tongue running up and down the length of my shaft, swirling over the head of my throbbing cock, sending shivers up my spine and down into my balls. Teasing, and tempting. She gives me a look of smug satisfaction as she watches me.
Enough.
I'm going to fuck that smirk right off her face.

I wrap my hands into her soft hair, and press her head down, sliding my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She responds eagerly, sucking me as she moves her lips up and down. Jesus Christ, she's good at this. I take control, moving faster and faster. I can't think about anything but her – everything else has faded completely. I can feel the back of her throat bashing against the head of my cock, and then she takes me further, until her lips are touching the base of my dick.

My balls tighten and I know I'm going to blow my load at any second. I try to pull out, but her hands are gripping my ass and she won't let me. Groaning, I give her what she wants, my cum pumping into her mouth and down her throat.

As soon as I am done, the spell is broken. I jerk her head away, and fasten my pants.

“Thanks, darling,” I say coolly. She's made her point, but she can fuck off if she thinks I'm going to have sex with her. I'm sure Carl gives her as much dick as she can handle.

“Happy now?” I say, as I turn to walk away.

“Happy?” she says, and there's a note of bitterness in her voice. “When is anyone ever happy?”

She slams the bedroom door in my face. Suddenly, I don't feel so sure of myself. I thought that she was making a power play, but the look on her face...
Is she unhappy? Is that why she does what she does?
But then I remember Carl. That's the kind of guy she chooses to be with. She's just a spoiled princess who wants to have her cake and eat it, is all.

Chapter Four - Honey

I feel as if I'm going insane. Just a short time ago, everything was okay. Well, not okay exactly – I was unhappy and desperately lonely. But my biggest problem was finding a way to sneak out behind my father's back, and wondering if he'd ever let me live my own life. But now... Now, I'd give anything to go back to that.

I'm not lonely any more. Today, my father has moved Carl into the house, without bothering to ask me how I felt about it. I'm not blind, though – I know why he's done it. It's pretty obvious from the little he tells me that the 'threat' hasn't gone away. If anything, it seems to have gotten worse. The only thing I've been able to work out, mostly from listening at cracks, is that my father is getting sent letters, and he can't trace the source. I don't know what's in them – probably blackmail or extortion. My father has now insisted that Dragon is with me whenever I leave the house, even if I'm with Carl.

All four of us are in the living room when Dad tells us that Dragon will be with me 24/7, and it's excruciatingly embarrassing. Carl is horrified, and immediately claims that it will damage his career and his public image to be seen in the company of a tattooed thug like Dragon. Those are his exact words – tattooed thug. I want to die. Dragon, to his credit, doesn't react at all, and just carries on sitting there silently.

“I just don't think I can make that work,” Carl says, looking meaningfully at my father. For a moment, I am filled with relief. I am finally going to be rid of him. But instead, my dad suggests that we simply have our dates at home. I expect Carl to object – he loves nothing more than belittling the servers at the finest restaurants in the state – but instead he agrees. Then my father points out that it's easier for him to stay here than to travel back and forth from his apartment. Carl once more agrees, and I feel like a trap has been sprung. Something in the way the two of them are acting makes me think that this little scene was cooked up for my benefit, and they'd already decided that Carl would move in long before this conversation.

After this, I decide that I need to know more about what is going on behind my back. I need to see exactly what this 'threat' entails. I need to read the letters. I know damn well that my father won't tell me, and I will never give Carl the satisfaction of even asking him. Instead, I wait until the pair of them aren't around, and I ask Dragon.

“I don't know the details of it,” he says, but he's not making eye contact.
Bullshit.

“That's okay,” I say lightly. “If you don't know, you don't know.”

I head for my father's study.

“He's not there,” Dragon says as I open the door.

“Yeah, I know,” I say.

I start punching numbers into the safe; my mother's birth date. I know he'll never change it. The safe springs open and I begin to rifle through the contents – mostly bundles of cash and handguns. I spot a bundle of paper at the back and pull it out.

“Wait! Don't... don't read them,” he says.

“I thought you didn't know the details,” I say.

He runs his hands through his hair, sighing.

“I know the details,” he admits. “It's... it's sick shit. Sick shit aimed at you.”

I feel faint. I knew they wouldn't be pleasant, but I'd never imagined that I'd be mentioned in them.

“That explains why nobody wants to tell me what's in them,” I say, sitting at my father's desk.

“Please, just put them back,” he says. “You don't need to read them.”

I ignore him as I open the first one.
Jesus Christ.
They start off like he said, sick shit, about taking me and hurting me. But as they go on, there's specific details about places I've been and the clothes I wore. Somebody is watching me.

I jump as I feel a hand on my shoulder. Dragon has moved across the room, but I'm so engrossed I don't even notice. It's the first time he's touched me since the first day, when I blew him to prove the point that he still wanted me.

“I won't let anyone hurt you,” he says. “But you can see why your father's acting like this. Why he's got you on lockdown. Why he's moving the douchebag in.”

“Carl,” I correct him automatically, and he takes his hand off my shoulder.

“Just put them back,” he says, and his voice is cool.

~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, and the only consolation of having Carl move in is that we're not sharing a room. In fact, apart from the occasional kiss on the cheek that's very clearly for my father's benefit, he hasn't touched me. But that doesn't mean I haven't been touched...

Dragon. I lie awake in bed at night, feeling guilty and ashamed. Something changed in me, the day I read those letters. Knowing that some creep is out there, watching me, thinking about me... I thought it would make me afraid, but instead, I find it makes me angry. Angry at my father, at Carl, at Dragon, at the world. I'm sick and tired of being the sheltered little princess, and the only way I can let it out is with Dragon.

I tell myself that it's over, that I'm going to stop. I
have
to stop, for both our sakes. I wake up in the morning, filled with resolve. I'm cold to him, and I fawn over Carl in front of him, trying to make him hate me. But when Carl's at the office, we have too much time together. Somewhere in the sniping and bitching, we get too close, and then it explodes. We tear off each other's clothes, and he's inside me. There's no lovemaking involved – we don't hold hands and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. Instead it's savage, primal lust, and it's completely addictive. Each time is riskier than the last. He's fucked me in the park, at the mall. Tonight, we ended up on the dining room table, while my father was on the phone in the next room. This has to end. But how?