I turn my chair to face the windows so that I’m looking out at the Chicago skyline. The sight from my office is pretty fucking spectacular, if I do say so myself. I lean my head back and stare at the view for a few minutes because it relaxes me a little.
I love what I do. After all, it was what I was born for. But sometimes it gets a little annoying when I look at all the expectations that come with being part of this family. Don’t get me wrong, I love the life, and being a part of it definitely has its advantages. But lately, I’ve been feeling as though something’s missing from my life. Something vital, though I’m not sure what that could be. It’s about half an hour later when there’s a knock on my door, which interrupts my musings, and I turn my chair back around.
“Come in!” I call out to the person on the other side. My door opens, and Nadia steps inside, looking like the model she is, dressed to perfection. I motion for her to come to me, and she does, slowly and seductively, swaying her hips from side to side.
She walks around my desk, and I push my chair back a little so that she can sit on my lap. She immediately starts to grind her ass on my already hard dick, and I let out a groan at the pleasure. She’s been trained on how to please me and knows exactly what to do.
She lets out a little moan when I grab her tits and squeeze them, as she continues to grind on me. Not wanting to drag this out, since I just need to get off, I grab her hips, pushing her up and off me.
I spread my legs and point between them. She takes that as her cue to get on her knees as I unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper. She’s already salivating for my cock.
Even though we have this arrangement, it’s been a while since I’ve been with her. Maybe that’s why she looks like she can’t wait to devour me. Deciding not to keep her waiting for my dick any longer, I pull it out of my slacks. She licks her lips when she sees it.
She brings her hand up and wraps her fist around me, slowly pumping it up and down my shaft. It feels so good. A moment later, her tongue is on the tip of my cock, licking and swirling around the head before she slides it into her mouth and down her throat, bobbing up and down.
She’s only been sucking my cock for about a minute when the door to my office opens without warning, and in strolls my father. I look up at him, a groan of frustration leaving me at the interruption. His face doesn’t change when he sees what I’m in the middle of. He just lets out a sigh like this is an inconvenience to him. Like I’m the one who interrupted him, not the other way around.
“What are you doing here, Dad? I’m a little busy right now,” I tell him.
“I see. Tell your little friend to leave. You’ll have to continue this some other time because we have some stuff to discuss,” he says as he takes a seat on one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“I’m sorry. I’ll call you,” I tell Nadia, as she gets up and walks out of my office without any fuss. I have no intention of ever calling her again because I feel it in my bones that ourarrangement has come to an end. “Sorry about that, Dad. I didn’t know you were going to be stopping by when I invited her over.”
“I had no intention of coming here, but your mother sent me over to ask you if you remember she’s still alive,” he says, and I roll my eyes. Like I said, Ma loses her mind when I take too long to visit her. I moved into my penthouse a long time ago, but Ma still acts like I’m five instead of thirty.
“I was going to come over after I finished here,” I tell him.
“She also wanted me to remind you that the masquerade party is tonight in case you forgot,” he says with a straight face.Shit, I did forget!
“I didn’t forget,” I lie, and he snorts.
“You’re such a liar. So, are you bringing her as your date to the party?”
“Is there anything else you need, Dad?” I deadpan.
“When are you going to stop being such a manwhore?” he asks with a shake of his head.
“I’m not a manwhore. She’s been the only girl I’ve been with in a while. Besides, according to Mom, you weren’t a saint when you were my age,” I grumble.God! I can’t believe I’m talking about my sex life with my father. Somebody kill me!
“Shut up, you little shit,” he says with a laugh. “So, you’re in a relationship with this one?”
“Daaaddd…” I groan. “Do we have to talk about this?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh! I hate you. Well, to answer your question, no, we’re not in a relationship. We’ve just had a casual thing going on for a little while, but that’s over now. I just have to break the news to her.”
“Son, you’re thirty, which means that your ma is expecting grandbabies soon,” he says.
“You mean both of you,” I accuse.
“No. This is all your ma. Anyway, I have some news for you.” The way he says that, coupled with the smile still on his face, has my hackles rising instantly. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to like whatever the hell is going to come out of his mouth.
“What news?” I all but growl at him.
“Right now, you’re being groomed to take over as head of the family, and that comes with certain expectations.”
“What sort of expectations?” I groan. “Haven’t I been doing all that’s expected of me already?”