Chapter 3 The ride

SASHA

I leaned my back against the door he had slammed and slowly slid down to the floor with my hands on my head.

It had just dawned on me that my soft spot for Williams was still strong. His hoarse voice still gave me chills like they did back then, Why was this happening? I thought I had moved on and gotten over him, why did my body tremble at the sight of him?

Perhaps, it was my own way of reacting, as seeing him so suddenly after a long time caught me off guard-It was definitely not me falling again, Never!

"Baby, do you mind joining me in the garden?" Daddy called out from outside.

Yes! My relationship with Mr. Julius was all that mattered now.

"I'm coming, Darling!" I hurriedly wore my pair of slippers and ran out of my room. "Williams will not ruin this moment for me!" My breath hitched as I ran through the stairs to join Daddy in the garden.

I had stood close to my car the next morning, clutching my bag and waiting for Daddy. He would drop me off everyday and even in retirement, that never changed.

"Hey Sugar pie, I'm really sorry, I won't be dropping you off today. I have an important meeting to attend to. Williams would do that on my behalf, Okay? Love you!"Daddy said while planting a kiss on each side of my face, he zoomed off before I could say a word.

"Hey" Williams waved while jerking the car door open.

"I'll take a cab instead..." I huffily turned to leave but I was held back by his hands. Goodness! Those hands were soft and tender as always. My gaze trailed slowly to his face and for a moment, he didn't realize he gripped me until I stared at my hand with his on it.

"I'm sorry about that..." He cooed, letting go of me.

"Dad wouldn't love the idea of you taking a taxi when there are so many cars here." He was right but that was a better option, given that I didn't want to ride with him.

"It's okay then. I'll do it myself"

"Hop in." Williams called out while starting the car, ignoring me despite my objections.

I entered the car, facing the window and determined to ignore him. I had made up my mind not to say a word of even glance at him. My cell phone was always my go-to haven, I made sure to face it squarely while he drove.

"You won't avoid me forever, you know?" He spoke minutes later, after a prolonged silence.

"I don't know what you're insinuating." I mumbled, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.

"Those thighs are still beautiful..." I watched him stare at them and smack his lips after his compliments like he wished he could feel them once more-He did.

He slowly caressed them and I let out a soft moan. By this time, he had stopped on the roadside.

"We shouldn't be...doing...this, Williams." I drawled while closing my eyes and throwing my head backwards in pleasure. I had already promised myself I wasn't going to do this as I looked forward to a future with Daddy, Why was Williams bringing back memories, knowing it was almost impossible for me to resist him?

"Tell me you don't like this, tell me you don't want me in there and I'll stop right away." He spoke, trailing kisses from my neck to my cleavages and making me release soft moans.

"Goodness!" My body quivered while he undid the buttons of my shirt and forced my tits into his mouth, they were extremely large so he buried his head and clasped them tightly, rubbing them against each other at intervals.

Damn it! I hadn't felt this way in a long while. Unlike Daddy, Williams didn't have to do much to make my pussy throb. He wasn't inside of me yet but I could sense that my panties were soggy wet already.

"That's okay, I should drop you off now."

I had spread my legs wide, awaiting his fingers when he pulled away from my breasts.

Fuck! Williams was beginning to make me regret the fact that I left him abruptly. Depression must have eaten deep into me when I made that decision to leave Texas abruptly.

"Button up." He said while driving. His sudden change in tone amazed me that I wondered if he was the same person that grabbed my tits a while ago like his life depended on them.

He must have gotten the confirmation he needed that I was still into him but I wouldn't let that happen again.

"This didn't happen." I muttered after adjusting my shirt.

"Yes, it didn't." He replied. Good thing he wasn't thinking of letting this linger. Perhaps, he had used that as a medium to give me a taste of my own medicine. He was probably jealous that I had settled for his father and not him.

I watched him zoom off almost immediately I stepped out of the car.

A fucking jerk!

He must be excited about what transpired between us.

"Who was that?" Emily asked while walking towards me. She must have watched from a distance to notice the person who dropped me off wasn't Daddy.

"Daddy's son." I replied, ignoring the curiosity on her face and walking through the company's entrance.

"Oooh...You should have told him to come in, everyone wants to see what he looks like." She said, blushing and cupping her chins with her hands.

"Wait... is that why you have your shirt unbuttoned?" Emily pointed at my cleavages.

"Damn it!" I mumbled, using my hand to button up.

"This must have happened while I was stepping out of the car." I lied, in order not to give her a clue of what happened between Williams and I. Emily and I had been friends for five months but there was something I disliked her for-The fact that she was extremely nosy, she would rumble on and on if I told her that Daddy's son was my ex in Texas. Despite her garrulous nature, she was a fantastic person.

"What does he look like? Is he hot? Has he got biceps? Triceps? How tall is he?"

"It's enough already, you'll get to see him someday." I said huffily and walked in.

The blizzard of documents on my table were left untouched as I kept pondering on what happened earlier that day.

"Not a good one." I shook my head. Williams was going to be my step son, I shouldn't be nursing feelings for someone I was supposed to be a ' 'mother figure' to. Why did that crack me up each time I thought of it? Williams was six years older, calling him my step son was quite ridiculous, but as funny as that sounded, it was a fact I would come to accept someday, he too.

"Dear Lord, this shouldn't happen again." I whispered a silent prayer.