Chapter 2 He never loved me

Larissa

"My Angel, " Rick's father, Michael Walton, slurred out.

His eyes were half closed and his posture unsteady, he was clearly drunk.

"Sir..." I called out in shock, unsure of what to make of the situation.

"I've missed you so much my Angel, come to me," he said and reached out to hold me.

I evaded in shock," it's me Larissa, Sir."

"My darling, do you know how much I've missed you? You really have no idea."

He suddenly held me, his hands cupping my ass. I paled in fear, and struggled to get out of his grasp as his hands roamed at every inch of my body.

His touch was so gentle and I found myself leaning in to his touch.

"Stop this, Larissa; this is wrong!" I thought inwardly.

"But this isn't real; there's no way Rick's father would find his way to the maid's quarters," I thought dizzily.

The scene before me felt so surreal. I knew this was wrong, my brain was practicing screaming for me to stop; but my body was doing otherwise.

His gentle touch felt so warm and different. I couldn't fully express how I felt, but I certainly wanted to keep enjoying the euphoria I was feeling now.

I looked at him and his face gradually changed to that of Rick. Hold on, was I with Rick or his father?

My resolve gradually slackened as he gently bit my ears. This felt too good to be real.

"I'd rather enjoy this dream than think about Rick being with another woman," I thought to myself as my body relaxed to enjoy the pleasure.

I wonder how Rick would react if I told him I was having the best night of my life with his father. I giggled at my naughty fantasy of being with Michael and stopped ransacking my brain of whom I was with.

He carried me to my bed and gently laid me there. He started planting kisses all over my body, making me feel like a goddess.

"You are so beautiful, my angel," he murmured as he trailed his fingers to my womanhood, mumbling sweet nothings to my ear.

When his fingers found me through my sheer lingerie, I gasped, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

My resistances slowly faded, as I leaned in and kissed him passionately. I was used to Rick's rough and fast lovemaking as I quickly took off my lingerie and moved to straddle him but he suddenly stopped me.

"No, my angel. You deserve to be treated like the queen you are. Allow me to do so."

He gently took off my lingerie and stared at my naked body for a whole minute. I was beginning to feel embarrassed but his words encouraged me.

"I just want to feast my eyes on the beauty before me. You don't need to feel embarrassed, my angel."

His hands cupped my breasts, and I gasped in sheer pleasure. He leaned down, kissing me slowly, almost adoringly.

His fingers flicked at my nipples; each flick sent a tremor through me. I shook in pleasure.

"Feels so good," I thought. My thighs felt slick, and I was so wet.

I pulled him down on me, my hands eagerly holding onto his hair as his lips found my breasts. His tongue started working its magic.

"Don't stop, please," I moaned, my hands further pressing his face to my breasts.

I gasped as he started fingering me with his fingers while sucking my breasts. It felt too good!

Rolling my waist against his long fingers to enjoy the pleasure he was giving me, he noticed what I was doing and increased the speed of his fingers, making me moan loudly.

He raised his head and stared at me. I watched as he withdrew his fingers from my pu**y and licked up my juices flowing from his fingers.

Lust clouded my vision as he kept his gaze at me. He kissed me passionately, giving me the chance to taste myself, and asked, "Can I make love to you, my angel?"

These very words broke the final resistance I had in me. "Take me, please," I boldly requested.

I didn't want this dream to end.

Never had Rick ever asked to make love to me this way. I nodded and the rest became history....a wonderful, beautiful history.

I laid on the bed about an hour later, devoid of any strength. This was the best experience I've ever had. My hands instinctively wound around his waist as I slept off.

I woke up with a start, my eyes still groggy from sleep. Glancing around, I noticed that he was gone. I stretched and reached out to switch my bedside lamp when something caught my eye.

It was Mr. Michael's customized watch. No one in the mansion had this kind of watch because it had the picture of his late wife.

My hands went through my scattered hair as realization dawned on me. What have I done? I just had sex with Rick's father!

And I thought it was all a dream. I glanced around, and my eye caught sight of the empty bottle of wine.

"You really outdid yourself Larissa," I laughed shakily. Pangs of guilt bit at me, as I thought nervously about how I'd face Rick's father.

I decided to clean up the room; it couldn't be anymore clearer to me that Rick wasn't coming.

I was in the midst of clearing up the Valentine decor when the screech of tires reached my ears. Rick was back.

Glancing at the door, I half expected him to come in at any minute. I still had a faint hope that this could all be a misunderstanding.

I waited in silence for a few minutes but he hadn't come yet. I gritted my teeth in frustration, going back to clearing up the decor.

Suddenly I heard soft knocks on the door, it must be Rick. I took a deep breath before heading to open it.

"My love," Rick's face lit up at the sight of me. He stepped inside, and before I knew it, he was kissing me passionately.

His hands roughly sneaked to my breasts and I instinctively suddenly regained my senses.

"No Rick, " I objected, pushing him away.

"What do you mean?" Rick tried to draw me closer. "Let's have some fun, I've missed you babe."

"No!" I yelled angrily at him, his words lit the knot of anger in my belly as I struggled intensely out of his embrace.

"Whoah, what's wrong Larissa?" Rick asked," you don't seem happy to see me. I told you not to wait for me, didn't I?"

His words made me angrier, "Where have you been Rick?"

"I've been tied up with meetings. I really couldn't take any calls, I managed to even pick your call," He glanced apologetically at me.

"Or maybe you were too busy with someone; a woman perhaps," I stated, staring at Rick frostily.

Rick looked at me with a weird expression and asked, " What's wrong with you Larissa?"

Suddenly all the anger I felt last night exploded out of me. When he had moved close to kiss me, I had perceived a feminine cologne on him which proved that he was definitely with a woman last night.

"What's wrong with me? I loved you Rick, why would you do this to me?" I turned, and picked up my phone, throwing it at him.

He stared at the post and couldn't even utter a word.

"I thought you loved me too," I stared at him through tear filled eyes, "While I was here waiting, you were off hanging out with some woman."

He finally found his voice and explained, "Wait Larissa, just calm down. I can explain, I was...."

"Don't!" I interrupted and sniffed, "Don't dare to lie to me; you know how much I hate lies, the photos are all over the net."

"Larissa, allow me to explain, Chloe is just a friend, she's the daughter of a business associate. It's just purely business."

"So you always take your business associates out on dates huh? And you end up smelling like them, right?"

Rick turned to smell himself and that was when I saw it; a dark red stain on his shirt collar, my heart tightening at the sight.

I knew that spot all too well; It was a lipstick stain. I felt my heart breaking, the sudden deluge of painful emotions made my eyes water again.

Taking deep breaths, I ordered, " Get out."

Rick looked visibly stunned and still tried to use his flimsy excuse.

" Larissa, stop this! I told you we just had dinner and spoke about business."

My heart throbbed even more painfully, Rick was lying right at my face.

"Rick, please leave. I can't stand you right now," I screamed, my face burning with tears.

"Okay, fine!" He raised his two hands up," I'll leave, if it wasn't for your beauty and curves, I'd have left sooner anyways." Rick stared at me coldly before he scoffed and left.

The soft click of the door felt like the end of something in me. I sat down on the floor as dam of tears finally broke.

"He never loved me! He was only with me for my beauty and curves! He just said so himself!"

I silently thought back to all the times we had shared together, the memories washed over me, as the tears fell with renewed vigor as I cried myself to sleep. Something in me broke that day.

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'Beep beep,' my alarm woke me up. I turned, groggy, silently annoyed at my forgetfulness.

Today was thursday and every thursday; Carrot cake was always served during breakfast, meaning I'd have to wake up by three a.m just like today to bake.

I hurriedly got dressed, and stared at the mirror. My eyes had heavy black circles, no doubt evidence that I had cried myself to sleep again.

I headed to the kitchen, and had just walked past the study when I heard voices coming from there.

"What do you mean? I've always been discreet," I paused in my steps, that was Rick's voice.

I haven't seen him since yesterday after his harsh confession of just being with me because of my womanly figure; he had not even bothered to come and apologize to me.

I sneaked towards the door quietly, getting as close as I dared to and eavesdropped.

"I know, but I simply wish for no complications," a voice answered. I instantly recognized the voice; it was the personal assistant to Rick's father, Patrick.

"There won't be, everything is set. The alliance will be massive for the company. "

"I agree. What about the maid? She would be a dent to your reputation if the press ever found out you had anything to do with her," Patrick said.

I felt a jolt at his words; he was definitely talking about me.

"She is nobody you should be concerned about. I just used her to pass time when Chloe was away from the country," Rick's voice sounded cold.

"Then it's time to let her go, I wouldn't want any scandal now that you will soon be promoted in the company. Miss Larissa has to go," Patrick declared, making me pale in shock.