Romance: Luther's Property (73 page)

“Thank you,” Anna and Douglas said at once.

“Oh it was my pleasure,” Nicole said as she rolled off the
bed. “I’m sure we’ll have to make some readjustments in out contracts.”

The couple laughed, and Doug held Anna tighter to his chest
as the both watched Nicole dress.

“I’ll see you both on Monday,” Nicole gave them both a wink,
then turned and waltzed out of the room.

Finally, Anna and Doug were left alone. Doug looked down
into his wife’s face, and he felt a surge of many different emotions pass
through his body.

“Anna…” he said softly, his guilt and sadness coming to the
forefront. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Anna cut him off. “Everything that happened was
carefully planned. I knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I didn’t
want you too.”

Doug was not convinced, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And I have to say…” Anna said, blushing a little. “I wanted
to… you know… see what it was like…”

Doug’s eyes widened, and he felt his cock begin to stir at
her admission.

“You mean,” Doug pressed, his voice growing darker. “What it
was like to be with a woman?”

Anna blushed furiously, but nodded.

“And…” she said softly. “I liked it… I really did…”

“But…?” Doug prompted softly, sensing a reservation in her
voice.

“But sometime…” Anna said, fidgeting a little. “Sometimes it
just wasn’t enough… and all I wanted was your thick cock inside of me…”

That was all it took to get Doug’s cock fully erect once
again. Without a word, he moved so that he was hovering over Anna’s body. He
lowered his hand between her already spread thighs, and he shuddered at the
wetness he felt there. He gathered some up on his fingertips, and then lifted
his hand to Anna’s mouth. She eagerly sucked at his fingers and Doug growled at
the sheer pleasure of the sensation.

Without any further warning, Doug slid into her once again,
giving her few solid thrusts, and making her whimper.

“Like that?” he growled through his teeth.

“Yes…” Anna whimpered with a nod. “Just like that…”

Doug growled yet again, and lost himself in the tight
wetness of his wife’s pussy. He pounded into her heard, and he relished the
sensation of her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Soon, he heard her
breathing hitch, and he lowered his hand between them to circle her swollen
clit. It only took a few seconds of that treatment before she let out a soft
cry, and he felt her meet her end.

Doug gasped as her muscles milked him, and with another few
powerful thrusts, he once again spilled his load into her, pumping slowly as he
emptied himself.

Doug gently withdrew from her and rolled off of her,
collapsing at her side to catch his breath. When they had both recovered, Anna
curled up to his side, and Doug held her tight, pressing a soft kiss to her
forehead.

“I love you…” she whispered softly.

“Oh Anna…” Doug whispered in return, gently nuzzling into
her head with his face. “I love you too. So much.”

With that, the couple fell into a satisfied sleep, help
closely in one another’s embrace.

By: Anabelle Wolfe

Bradley’s Touch

© Anabelle Wolfe, 2016 – All rights reserved

Published by Steamy Reads4U

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Zoey’s bright blue eyes filled with unwelcome tears as she
stared at her boss.

“Fired?” She whispered, not believing her ears. The very
month prior she had been named Employee of the Month. How could this happen.
“Why?”

Zack steepled his fingers, looking very uncomfortable. And
he should too. He and Zoey had been dating for the past two years, and just
three days before he had broken up with her, saying that she just wasn’t the
one.

“Technically no, it’s not called firing. The business is
simply reorganizing and revitalizing its assets. After your last performance
report, unfortunately, the business no longer sees fit to keep you in its
employ,” Zack explained. His eyes were brown, like the color of shit, which is
exactly what was coming out of him mouth at that moment.

Zoey’s temper started to rise, and she dug her fingernails
into her professional looking knee length skirt. Nothing good would come of her
losing her temper, and she knew that. She just needed to keep her cool.

“That’s not true Zack,” she said, hoping her voice was
steadier than it sounded in her ears. “You know that I was Employee of the
Month just four weeks ago, and my last performance report read in the
positives. Don’t lie to me. Are you firing me because we’re no longer
together?” Her pink tongue darted between her plump pale pink lips and her
eyes, the color of the Caribbean Ocean, drilled right into Zack. She was daring
him to tell the truth, because if he said yes, she could sue his ass off and
never have to work again if she didn’t want to.

Zack’s nervousness seemed to disappear instantly, and was
replaced with anger. He knew a trap when he saw one, and that’s exactly what
Zoey was trying to do, he was sure of it. Aggravated, he shot out of his chair
and towered over Zoey.

“Look, you little bitch,” he snarled. “I won’t have you
trying to peg a sexual harassment charge on me or whatever it is women do when
they don’t get what they want, but you’re gone, got it? And don’t you dare list
us a reference, unless you want to destroyed.”

Zoey’s jaw dropped as she heard the words, not believing her
ears. “You can’t be serious! This is the only job I’ve had since I graduated
college two and a half years ago. I need a reference from you or I’ll never get
another job in the field!”

Zack shrugged his big shoulders and melted back into his
chair. “That’s not our problem anymore, Zoey. Nothing about you is our problem
anymore. You have ten minutes to clean out your desk or the security guards
will be up to escort you out.”

The shock of Zack’s coldness was like a harsh slap to Zoey’s
face. It stung her heart to hear someone who told he loved her just four days
ago suddenly be so mean and cruel. From his behavior she couldn’t have guessed
that he was going to break up with her. He’d been a little distant, sure, but
she had just thought it was because of stress at work. Now not only was she struggling
to find a new place to live, but she had to find a new job.

She didn’t need any more of Zack’s threats to make her all
but run out of his office; her broken heart was reason enough. At her desk she
left everything but her purse, not caring about cleaning it up or not. She
needed to get out of there as soon as possible so that none of them could see
her cry. If they did, she could never forgive herself for her weakness.

~

Frank looked up from his magazine as he heard the doors to
the apartment building open, and he immediately felt awkward. It was Miss Zoey,
the nice woman who had been living on the fifth floor with Mr. Smith up until a
few days ago. What she didn’t know was that not only did Mr. Smith change the
lock that morning, but he had brought down all of her stuff to him in the lobby
to give to her. The closer she got, the more emotion he could see in her face.
She’d been crying, and that only made him feel more horrible.

“Good afternoon, Miss Zoey,” Frank greeted her, coming
around from his desk.

“Hi Frank,” she said softly, stopping to talk to him like
she always did. She was a nice girl like that.

“I’m afraid that I can’t let you upstairs, Miss Zoey. Mr.
Smith has rescinded your invitation to the building, and your belongings are
here with me at the desk.”

The old man saw fresh tears form in the small woman’s ocean
blue eyes and his heart ached for her. She didn’t deserve the heartbreak she
was going through, and he would bet that the reason she was leaving was of no
fault to her, but of Mr. Smith. Most people, including Miss Zoey, saw Mr. Smith
as a kind, friendly man who handled his upper class upbringing well. But what
most people didn’t know, was that he also had a mean side, a dark one. He was
ill tempered when it came to people below his class, like Frank, or Vanessa,
the cleaning lady. He was a snake in disguise, and he had just poisoned Miss
Zoey.

“Is there anyone I can call for you?” Frank asked, reaching
out to put a sympathetic hand on the young woman’s shoulder. As soon as he
touched her, the smaller built woman all but flew into his arms and began to
sob into his chest.

“Oh honey child,” he soothed, wrapping his arms around her.
“I’m so sorry this is happening.”

Zoey took a minute to just let herself be completely
vulnerable in Frank’s arms. It was the first, and would probably be the last
time she faced human compassion for a while, and she wanted to get as much as
she could. She had nowhere to go, nowhere to work, and worst of all, no one to
lean on.

After a while Zoey lifted herself away from Frank’s shoulder
and pulled a tissue out of her purse. “Sorry about that Frank,” she apologized,
wiping at her small sharp nose with her tissue. “It’s just been a really rough
few days, you know? I lost my job today. Zack fired me, and I know it’s because
he didn’t want me in his life at all anymore. Even if he tried to deny it, I
know it’s true. Who knew he could be so cruel?”

Frank knew, but it wasn’t his place to say so and he knew
it. Instead, he put his dark hand over her pale one and gave it a little
squeeze. “We all have to go through tough times honey child, believe you me.
But you’re a good woman. Strong too. Just you wait and see, you’ll come out on
top.” Frank gave her a wink and for the first time that day Zoey actually smiled.

“Thanks Frank,” she sobbed, blowing her nose. “You always
know how to make me feel better. Can I ask you one more favor?”

“Anything darlin’,” Frank replied.

“Can you help me find a cheap hotel?”

Zoey looked around the motel room in disgust, not believing
how quickly her life had gone from fabulous to horrible. The room was small,
barely big enough to fit the lopsided bed and dresser/TV stand combo. On the
ceilings there were brown water stains and from the far left corner she was sure
that she saw something move. The bathroom was no better. The tub, if you could
call it that, was stained with rust and was still plastered with hair from the
last ‘guest’. The mirror was the same, and the only light was from a single
hanging light bulb that blinked on and off.

However, the room did have working air conditioning (though
it smelled horrible), and after checking the mattress she found that the bed
had no bugs. Still, she pulled her sheets from one of the boxes Zack had left
her. Just in case. She hated that they smelled like him, and decided she would
give them a good wash as soon as she could find a laundry mat. For dinner she
walked across the street to the Chinese food take out joint and blew her diet
on chicken with broccoli, fried dumplings, and egg rolls. Normally she didn’t
eat anything that wasn’t organic, but until she found a new job and wasn’t
living in the fleabag motel, this $4.99 platter would have to do.

As she ate on her bed Zoey stared at her phone,
contemplating. She could call
them
;
get some help. Even though they hadn’t spoken since she’d chosen Brown over
Yale, she was sure that they would put aside the petty argument they had gotten
into and be able to work something out. After she finished off the last of her
fried rice and mountain dew she picked up her phone and called the first
forbidden number.

“Zoey?” Her mother asked. “Why are you calling me?”

Zoey rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to hang up the
phone. This was an emergency, so she had to play nice.

“Hi mom,” she replied. “How are you?” Her mother shot back a
complaint about a lazy gardener, and once again asked her why she was calling.
There was no getting around it; it was time to ask for help.
 
To her surprise, Zoey’s mother remained
silent as Zoey told her the story of her and Zack, and how it led to her
heartache and lack of job. When she was done she heard her mother sigh and
could practically see her shake her head through the phone.

“My darling girl you always have had trouble with
boundaries. Ever since you were young. Let this be a lesson to you to never do
something like that again. Do you understand?”

“Yes mother,” Zoey replied, unable to keep the sting out of
her voice. “But what do you say? Can you help me out? I’ll pay everything back
once I get another job I swear. Please?”

There was a silence from the other end of the phone and then
a long speech about how Zoey got herself into her situation and the best way
for her to learn from it would be for her to go through it on her own. Her
mother told her she loved her and she hoped that she would find a new job soon.
However, she would not be giving her any money. The phone call to her estranged
father had gone eerily the same, and after being hung up on for the second
time, Zoey felt another wave of fresh tears well up in her eyes.

First thing tomorrow morning she would go the McDonald’s
down the street with her laptop and apply to every marketing job she could
find, even if it was out of state. But for now, she needed to be able to drink
the four-dollar bottle of wine she’d bought at the reception desk and cry until
she couldn’t cry anymore. Turning on the TV, she found a channel that actually
worked and began her mourning for a life forever gone.

~

Irritated, Zoey pushed her chocolate brown bangs away from
her forehead, wishing she hadn’t cut them. It had been a request she went
through for Zack, and it had been an annoying mistake. Now she was stuck with
them until they grew out. She picked her strawberry shake and stuck the straw
in her mouth as she clicked the send button over and over again to every job
opening that she was qualified for. She loved applying for jobs online; it was
so much faster than going into office after office and filling out endless
applications. Still, it was draining work. And depressing.

Just like she’d promised herself, after Zoey woke up from
her cheap wine stupor, she trudged to the McDonald’s with her laptop and
ordered a coffee. That’d been almost three hours ago, and she applied to every
job, and was currently sending out a cover letter and resume to every
professional email address she had in her address book.

Sighing heavily, she decided to take a break and look
through her friends and relatives section, hoping there might me someone she
could lean on. Even if it was just for emotional support, she really needed a
friend. Zoey scrolled down through the numbers and addresses, finding none that
appealed to her. Then, at the very bottom, an old but familiar name came into
view. Zane, Bradley. Zoey’s ex-stepfather.

After years of putting up with her mother he’d finally
called it quits Zoey’s sophomore year of college. She vaguely remembered him
taking her side when it came to Zoey’s schooling. It very well may have been
the fight that led to their divorce, but she never asked. That was four years
ago. Before he had left, he had driven up to her university to say goodbye. He
had given her his cell phone number and email, and told her that if she ever
needed him that he was only a call away.

Zoey thought about his kind honey colored eyes and charming
smile. In her mind he had always been too young and too gorgeous for her
mother, who was seven years older than him and meaner than a snake. She never
really understood what people saw in her mother, but maybe she didn’t want to
understand either. After all, some things are just better left unknown. Like
how hot dogs were made, or if you could really get cancer from eating too much
of the artificial butter they put on movie theater popcorn. Shaking her head,
Zoey told herself to focus, and began writing an email Bradley.

Hi Brad,

Long time no see!

No,
she thought,
too casual. Delete. Delete. Delete.

Hi Bradley,

Remember me? Your ex-wife’s
daughter?

Ugh, definitely not. Delete. Delete. Delete. You know what?
Just be honest.

Hi Brad,

In case you couldn’t guess from my
email address, this is Zoey France, Tori France’s daughter. I know this is
sudden and out of the blue, but you told me once that if I ever needed help
that I could contact you. Well, I need help, and you’re the only one I have to
turn to. If you have it in your heart to listen, please call me at
916-555-7097.

Regards,

Zoey

Zoey pushed the send button and looked away, tears once
again stinging her eyes. It hurt a lot more than she thought it would to ask
for help, but she knew that she needed it. She needed someone to lean on.