Protecting Her - Alexis Noelle Page 0,7
“That is not going to happen again. I am done with your games, and I want no part of you.”
I move behind her, pulling her against me and grinding myself into her ass. “Baby, you know that you want me, a specific part of me in fact. You can try to deny it but I know that it was my dick you were thinking of last night when you were making yourself come.”
Her body shivers against me and I know that I’m affecting her; little does she know she is affecting me just as much. I can’t let her see that though; I can’t give her hope for something that could never be. I can’t let her in. I could never be what she deserves. The elevator door opens and I move around her, walking toward the lobby. It takes a minute, but soon I hear her fuck me heels clicking against the marble floor, letting me know that she is following me.
There is a crowd outside the hotel and it amazes me how these scumbags always know where she is. Half of the shit they shout at her as she is walking by makes me want to punch their fucking lights out. I hold the door open for her and climb in after her, shutting out the leeches. “Alright cupcake, what’s on the schedule for today?”
She glares at me. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
I smirk at her, knowing how much it pisses her off. “Don’t make me a liar now. I named you cupcake because you are so fucking sweet; if you start getting bitchy I might need to call you sour patch.”
She gives me the finger and then a smile graces her lips. “I have a photoshoot today, and then later tonight I have another performance.”
I want to ask what made her smile, but I decide to let her have a little bit of mystery. We pull up to a beach and I see a large area roped off. Her mother is standing next to a parking spot and flagging us down like we are a damn airplane. As soon as the truck stops, she opens the door on Sam’s side.
“What took you all so long? I have been waiting out here for ten minutes! I have told you before, Samantha Baker, that you cannot show up late. It gives people a bad impression of you. And you…” I look up and she is staring daggers through me. “It is your job, Mr. Stone, to make sure that she gets to her appointments on time. If you cannot handle that, then your services will no longer be needed.”
Sam gets out of the car but turns and peers over her mother’s shoulder and sticks her tongue out at me. I want to laugh, but at the same time, I want to lock her in this car and wipe that smile right off of her face. I can picture pulling her underneath me and covering her sinful body with mine, taking her again like I have wanted to from the moment I sunk myself into her. I’m getting hard just thinking about the sounds she made as I fucked her, the way she pushed back into me, begging for more.
“Yes, ma’am.” If I say anything other than that I might tell her mother to go fuck herself. I follow the two of them onto the beach and see a whole crew set up, cameras, a trailer, people scurrying around. Sam goes into the trailer and I’m left outside with the she devil.
“My daughter is beautiful, isn’t she, Mr. Stone?” Her mother looks over at me. How the fuck am I supposed to answer that?
Yeah, especially when she let me fuck her the first time we met.
Or how about, yeah I get a hard on whenever I’m within a few feet of her.
I decide against saying any of that and just giving her a nod. “Well, just remember you are here to keep her safe and nothing else. Keep your hands and other..” She looks me up and down. “…body parts to yourself. I will not have her involved with just anyone, especially with someone who cannot provide for her.”
What the actual fuck? This lady has a lot of damn nerve. If I didn’t need this job, I would tell her to fuck off. I’ve never made as much money on any of my other assignments, so I just smile and nod when I want to push her face first into