Jordan's Quest: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 1) (5 page)

Chapter Eleven

"Do you want to eat here, or would you rather go back home?" He asked her when he considered they were done shopping.

"If I can choose, then please take me back to the house. I'm too tired." She said, rubbing her forehead, in a vain attempt to rub off her headache.

He took a good look at her and decided to please her. "Very well, we can go home."

"Thank you."

"You don’t seem happy with all the things that I bought you." He said, when he took a seat behind the wheel of his SUV.

"Do I have to? It's just clothing." She replied, closing her eyes and leaning her head on the back of the seat.

"Most women would be deliriously happy with everything I bought you." He insisted.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm not like most women. A quarter of what you bought was more than enough." She said in a scolding tone, looking ahead, waiting for him to start the car.

"Are you for real? I thought a woman never had enough clothes or shoes." She crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at him with a frown, her eyes saying it all. "Ok, ok, you're not like all women… I'm starting to discover that myself." He said raising his hands in sign of surrender. He started the car and soon they were on their way to the house.

At that hour, streets were starting to look empty. The underworld had been installed on the island as well, and people were leaving for home early, fearing robberies and even being killed for a pair shoes or a cell phone. Things were becoming very difficult for most people.

They arrived at the house and she walked in, leaving all the bags in the car. She had no intention of carrying them. Besides, she didn’t even know where she should take them.

He entered behind her, leaving the bags to Garcia and Wilson.

"Boss, where do you want all this?" Garcia asked, entering the house, carrying so many bags he could hardly see where he was going.

Jordan looked at her for a second with a devious grin, before turning to answer his man. "Take it to my room, Garcia, please."

So he wanted her in his room. She wasn’t sure if she was happy about that or not. That fact could mean too many things and she wasn’t in the mood to analyze it.

"Yes, boss."

Wilson entered carrying almost as many bags and followed Garcia. If looks could kill, Ashley was sure she would be dead. It was quite clear that Wilson had a problem with her. She sure as hell didn’t want to cross his path more than necessary.

"Hungry?" he asked, turning to her again.

"Yes, starving. But I would like to take a shower first, if that's ok with you." She said, feeling sticky and dusty.

"Yes, a shower is a good idea. Let's go." He took her by her arm, and almost dragged her to his room, ignoring his men that were leaving the room in that moment.

"I know my way to the bathroom." She protested.

"I don’t doubt that. But with the drought we're facing, I thought we could shower together and save some water." He said, pushing her to the bathroom, with a naughty smile.

She snorted. "Yes, I'm sure the drought is your biggest concern here."

"Of course." He said, pulling her dress up, revealing the white teddy he had bought her as soon as they arrived at the mall.

"Uhmm, I knew it would look amazing on you." He said, running a finger over the edge of her cleavage. "But right now, I would rather see your skin. Take it off." He ordered, his eyes becoming darker as lust took control.

She unhooked the teddy between her legs as she slowly pulled it over her head, making her breasts bounce. His hands imprisoned her face and his lips claimed hers in a strong, powerful kiss, stealing the air from her lungs. When he finally released her mouth, his hands scrolled down her neck and her chest and cupped her breasts, while his lips went on exploring her face, drawing trails of hot kisses.

He grabbed her nipples between his thumb and his index finger, pulling them a bit, making her moan.

He muffled her moans with another kiss as his hands traveled south, to her hips, caressing them a couple of times before heading to her round ass, pulling her closer to him, making her feel his hard cock, struggling with his pants to come out of its imprisonment. "Take it out." He whispered in her ear.

She took her hands to his jeans and slowly unbuttoned, one button at a time, her breath already uneven. When the last button came out of its hole, his cock almost made a hole in his underwear, trying to come out.

She giggled and pushed his pants along with his underwear down his strong muscled legs, finally freeing his cock. He took her in his arms and sat her on the marble counter, making her open up for him.

His hands went back to her breasts, cradling them as his lips captured her nipples, sucking, licking and pressing them.

After a while, his hands went down, forcing her to spread her legs a bit more, making her raise her legs and rest her feet at the edge of the counter. He took his fingers to her aching pussy, lapping it a few times, before sliding them inside her slit, getting them coated with her juices.

He took them out and showed them to her. "Someone is on fire." She blushed and to her surprise, he took his fingers to his mouth and licked them, tasting her and obviously relishing in it. "So delicious."

She moaned, unable to hold it back. Seeing him licking her juices somehow made her melt down and feel extremely aroused.

He put his finger back inside her, two at a time, burying them deep inside her, making her lean back a little.

He flipped them and curved them to reach that special spot and started rubbing her, as his other hand kept working on her nipples, teasing them. She was gasping now, her body taken prisoner of shudders and spasms, as she got closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, please…" she moaned.

"Do you want to come for me, nena?" he asked with a naughty smile, increasing his speed.

She didn’t answer… she couldn’t. Her mind could only focus on the pleasure he was giving her, the incredible waves of bliss that blasted through her whole body.

"Please…"

He gave her one last rub, pressing her G-spot as well as her clit and that was it. She crumbled under the power of the huge orgasm that shook her.

And before she could even take a deep breath, he pushed his hard cock deep inside her, using her own fluids to lube his way inside her, going deep with a single thrust.

His hands grabbed her hips hard, pushing her closer to him, making him go even deeper inside her, before he started to push in and out of her, making her breasts bounce in time.

Despite the orgasm she had just experienced, Ashley could feel her body ready for more. The tension building in her very core, the hard breathing, the thundering of her heart in her chest, all of it letting her know that once more he had taken her to the edge. From there to bliss was just a step and he simply threw her in.

In no time, she could feel her pussy start to clamp down on his hard cock.

He slowed down just a little, as if to let the sensations flow just a bit before spreading his feet apart, lowering his hips and changing the angle of his cock as he entered her. In order to rub the top inside of her pussy causing her shudders to return, this time wilder and harder than the others, since this time he followed her over, pushing his cock even deeper before pouring his cum inside her, grunting at each spurt.

He rested his forehead on her chest, his labored breath a perfect match to hers, and they stayed like that for a few moments.

He helped her down from the counter and guided her to the shower stall. They bathed practically in silence, exchanging soft caresses, and blissful moans.

After combing her hair and leaving it loose on her back, she picked up a simple summer dress from one of the bags, along with another set of white underwear, and put on a pair of sandals.

He had been ready for a few minutes, but he had waited for her, watching, while she got dressed. "Enjoying the show?" she asked ironic.

"Actually, yes, very much." He said, getting up from the bed where he had been lying down.

"I thought you guys liked seeing a woman strip, not get dressed." She added, with a grin.

"I thought that myself." He replied but didn’t explain further.

She shrugged and followed him to the dining room. There, waiting for them, a splendorous table awaited. The cook had prepared a couple of dishes with fish and shellfish, and it all smelled delicious.

At the table, there was four places set and she looked at him curious.

"Garcia and Wilson will join us for dinner. We always eat together when I'm here, so they can update me on… businesses." He informed her.

"I see. Maybe I could eat in the kitchen and let you guys talk in peace." She quickly answered, not too happy to have the bitter face of Wilson in front of her during dinner.

"No, you can stay." The order was precise and she couldn’t do much.

The other two men arrived to the room only seconds later.

"Uhmm, this smells delicious. Norma is the best cook I've ever known." Garcia said, rubbing his hands with anticipation.

"Let's eat." Jordan pulled out a chair for her and helped her to take a seat, sitting in front of her.

They immediately started to enjoy the food, and while they were chatting about cargos and shipments, she let her mind flow, reexamining all of the past 36 hours' events in her mind.

She had never had so much sex in so little time. That's why his effect over her felt like a powerful spell, since she didn’t seem to counteract it. She had tried everything to fight it, but he only needed to touch her to make her fall at his feet.

She finished eating, but the men were still talking. Once in awhile she felt Wilson's dark look on her, but she had ignored it every time. She wanted nothing to do with that man.

After a second yawn, she called Jordan's attention. "Do you mind if I go to bed? I'm very tired." She asked him.

Wilson snorted in a low tone, but she was able to hear him very well.

"Sure, I won't be much longer." He answered.

"Thank you. Good night to you all." She said and walked out of the room, heading to the bedroom.

"Boss, I received the information you asked me for, about her." Wilson said, as soon as the door closed behind her. "Although I have to say there isn't much in it."

"Where is it?" Jordan asked, turning to look at him.

"I left it in your office."

"Good, let's take a look at it." He got up and abandoned the dining room towards his office. He had always thought knowledge was power, and he made sure to know all there was to know about all the people around him, especially about his enemies.

He took a seat behind his desk and opened the file Wilson had left there for him, as the other two men sat on a couch nearby.

Like Wilson said, there wasn’t much there. Her only relative was her mother, the father had never been a part of her life, and she had struggled to get to where she was. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but it had been almost six months since she had dated anyone. That, somehow pleased him, but he deliberately didn’t dig deeper there.

Her best friend was another stewardess that worked with her and they usually went partying together.

Other than a few other meaningless details, that was all.

"Are you sure this was all there was?" he asked Wilson when he finished reading.

"Yes, boss. I hired the same agency we always do. That's all there is to know."

"Good. Let's call it for tonight. I'll see you guys in the morning."

"Sure thing, boss." Garcia said, with a pleased smile, before he left the office with Wilson.

Chapter Twelve

Ashley was so tired she could barely keep her eyes opened. When she got to the bedroom, she changed into a tiny night gown and fell in bed, her eyes closing as soon as she laid her head on her pillow, falling asleep immediately.

When she woke up in the morning, she was alone in bed, although the pillow next to her showed signs of him. She got up slowly and headed to the bathroom, but he wasn’t there either. She took a quick shower, making sure not to wet her hair, before putting on a sleeveless shirt, denim shorts and some cute sandals.

She wasn’t sure of what to do, so she decided to go find Joanne. She would probably know Jordan's whereabouts.

She went downstairs and started looking for the kitchen.

Ashley was reaching the end of a corridor when a door to her right opened up and Wilson came out of it.

He grabbed her by her arm and pulled her close to him. "What the hell are you doing here, putica?" he asked, towering her.

"I'm looking for the kitchen." She answered, doing all she could not to provoke the brute.

"Feeling like the fucking owner of the house already, are you?" he spat.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She replied, pushing her arm, trying to free it from his tight claws. "Let me go."

"I wouldn’t get to comfortable, puta, the boss doesn’t keep his whores for too long." He added with a scornful grin.

"Maybe you're right, but I really don’t see how this is any of your business." She pointed out, starting to lose her patience and struggling harder to free herself.

"I'm watching you, cunt, so you better be very careful around me. Nothing would make me happier than to erase that smugness off of your face." He threatened her.

She finally removed her arm from his grip. "I'm sure of that, but until that day arrives, just stay out of my way and I'll do the same for you." She said, not letting him know just how upset she was. "And you must have serious problems, man, if you see smugness on my face." With those last words, she turned around and went back to the living room.

Joanne was there, dusting the furniture.

"Oh, hi, Joanne."

"Good morning, señorita Ashley." She greeted her smiling.

"Have you seen Jordan?"

"He left this morning, very early, to Caracas, with Garcia, señorita Ashley, but he said he would be back at night." She explained. "He said you looked too tired and that he didn’t want to wake you up."

"Ah, I see, that's nice of him." she replied, not sure what she was feeling right then.

"I have everything ready for your breakfast at the terrace, señorita, if you want to." Joanne informed her with a smile.

"Yes, Joanne, that would be very nice." She answered with an imperceptible sigh. It was going to be a very long day.

She walked slowly up to the terrace and took a seat at the table, looking around, enjoying the beauty of the place. Joanne brought her breakfast, eggs, bacon, ham, cheese, and arepas, a typical corn bread from the country, along with coffee and orange juice.

"Would you like anything else, señorita Ashley?" Joanne asked, with a kind smile.

"Are you busy, Joanne? I really hate to eat alone, do you think you could sit down and join me?" Ashley asked with an inviting smile. She didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts.

"I already had breakfast, miss, but I wouldn’t say no to a good cup of coffee." The other woman answered. "Let me get a cup for me."

She returned quickly and took a seat in front of Ashley. "Thank you, I really hate eating alone." Ashley said before starting to eat. "Have you always lived here, Joanne?"

"Yes, señorita, all my life, I've only been to the capital a few times."

"Wouldn’t you like to live in Caracas?" most people in the country dreamed of living in the capital.

"No, señorita, Caracas is chaotic, noisy and already has too many people. I wouldn’t exchange Margarita for that, even with all the problems we have here." She quickly answered. "Do you live there?"

"Yes, I… used to live in Caracas, but like you, I don’t like it much. I would love to move in La Guaira, very close to the airport, and have a much better place to live in." Ashley answered, with a bit of nostalgia.

"Do you travel a lot?"

"Yes, I was working as a stewardess in the national airline. It was my dream job." Ashley answered sad. "But life gives too many turns and sometimes you have no idea where you'll stop."

"Yes, that's true. I wanted to study at the university and have a good career. Instead of that, I ended up getting pregnant at sixteen, and becoming a single mother at seventeen." Joanne told her, with a resignedly smile.

"Oh, you have a child?" Ashley asked, not even a little bit surprised. She had seen and heard that story, way too many times.

"Yes, my daughter, Marian, she is eight years old now." She answered pulling out her cell phone and showing a picture of the girl to her.

"Oh, she is a beautiful little girl." Ashley praised.

"Yes… the best daughter in the world. She is so mature that sometimes she scares me. But I love her so much I would never wish things were different." The other woman explained.

"Yes, I can understand that."

"How did you meet Señor Martinez?" Joanne asked, obviously curious.

For a moment, Ashley considered telling her, the truth, but common sense told her she would only lose with that. "I met him several times on my flights here and other cities in the country."

"He was flying commercial flights?" she asked astonished.

"Yes, he did, several times." Ashley confirmed.

"He never does that… he always gets his father's plane or a military helicopter like today." Her words confirmed Ashley's suspicions about Jordan. He had really stalked her, choosing only flights he knew she would be on. "Well, he flew with me a few times and he always hit on me. But I always turned him down, until last time, when I wasn’t able to say no to him again." The truth… even with a little makeup on. "The rest, like they say, it's history.

Joanne chuckled, obviously pleased with the story.

"Oh, that's very romantic." She clapped her hands.

"I'm sure he has had a lot of women before me… but for now, I can enjoy his company." She said, not wanting the other woman to start thinking they had the romance of the year. "Have you worked for him for a long time?" Ashley asked, curious.

"For three years now, ever since he bought this house." She informed. "He is a very good boss, and pays a very generous wages, not like most around here. I was very lucky to get this job."

"Well, you better get back to work, if you want to keep it." Wilson's voice startled both women, and Joanne almost jumped up out of her chair.

"Sí, señor." She mumbled before she disappeared into the house.

Ashley bit down her lips, swallowing her rant, and finished eating without looking at the man that took Joanne's place.

"Don’t even try to get help from the house staff. They would never do anything against Jordan." He said, in a cold tone.

"I have no idea what are you talking about." She said, drinking the last sip of coffee from her cup, before getting up from the table.

He grabbed her arm when she was half way up. "Don't play dumb with me, and know I'm watching your steps."

"Go ahead and watch whatever you want. It will be your time you'll waste, not mine." She snapped her arm from his grip and went back to Jordan's room, hoping he wouldn’t follow her there.

But after just half an hour she was ready to climb the walls. She wasn’t used to being inactive, with nothing to do. She had to find something to keep her occupied or she would end up going insane.

Cookies… she could bake cookies, assuming they had the necessary ingredients in the house. That would take enough of her time as to distract her for a good while.

She headed back down, straight to the kitchen. Joanne was there drinking a glass of water while chatting with the cook, a middle aged woman, with the unmistakable look of a Caribbean woman.

"Señorita Ashley, do you need anything?" Joanne asked with a cautious smile. It was obvious that Wilson had scolded her.

"I'm bored… to death. Would you girls mind if I entertain myself baking some cookies?"

Joanne looked at her puzzled and then to the other woman. "This is Norma, señorita, the cook, she can make the cookies for you.

"Hello, Norma, it's a pleasure meeting you." She said with a broad smile. "And I'm sure you cook the best cookies around, but I'm bored, I need something to do or I'll go insane." She explain.

"Then, by all means, señorita Ashley, bake all the cookies you want." Norma said with a smile.

"Thank you, I will stay out of your way as much as I can."

"Don’t worry about that, señorita. What do you need?"

Ashley gave her a list of ingredients and the older woman went to the cupboard and started to take it all from there. In no time, Ashley was surrounded by ingredients and kneading the cookies dough.

She baked a lot of cookies, chocolate chips cookies, coconut cookies and butter cookies, to take her mind off the situation she was living in. She wanted to call her mom, but she didn’t dare to ask anyone for a phone. The watchdog was around and the last thing she wanted was to cause trouble to other people, so she would have to wait for Jordan to arrive.

While she was halfway through her baking, Norma started to prepare things for lunch.

"Can I help you Norma? Cooking relaxes me and I'm already here." She asked with a pleading smile.

"Of course, señorita, I'll be more than happy to have your help." The other woman accepted with a kind smile. "As long as you share some of those amazing cookies you're making."

"Of course… I can't eat them all by myself." She giggled. "So what are you going to prepare today for lunch?"

"Well, señorita, since you're the only one here, I was going to ask you that."

"Oh, no, don’t mind me. I'll have whatever you prepare. So far your meals have been fantastic." Ashley said hurriedly.

"Oh, that's sweet of you. El señor Jordan always asks for sea food when he is here, so we basically have fish and shellfish. Would you like a pasta marinara?"

"Oh, yes, I’d love that."

Both women started to work and an hour later they had the pasta done as well as all the cookies.

"Do you want us to serve it to you at the terrace?" Joanne asked her, when she joined them in the kitchen.

"Can't I eat here, in the kitchen?" she suggested, not looking forward to eating alone.

"I'm afraid el señor Wilson won't like that much, señorita." Joanne finally answered after an awkward silence.

"Yes, that's for sure. The man seems to be chewing on a lemon all the time." Ashley ranted, as the other women chuckled. "Well, I would rather have it on the terrace then. I really enjoy the views there."

"Good, you go ahead and I'll bring the food there." Joanne answered with a smile.

"Thank you, both of you. I enjoyed the morning very much." Ashley said before heading to the terrace.

She was finishing her meal when Wilson showed up and took a seat in front of her, with a scornful grimace. "Trying to buy the staff with cookies? That won't take you far."