Chapter 6 6. Tell me if you want me

Jayla

"Jayla, Jayla" My phone slipped from my grip and landed on the floor. I looked up to see it was Fabian.

"You scared me." I bent down to pick up my phone.

"Come in, why are you just standing here like a ghost?"

"No never mind, I have to sort out something at the office now. Tell Megan and Richard I would see them later."

A model was in the office waiting for me. It could have been handled by Naomi but she had requested for me. I couldn't hear what Fabian and his parents were discussing, I had been distracted by the notifications. I hoped it was the Dever deal, so it could be over and less tasking for everyone.

Tony dropped me off and I walked quickly into the office. A blonde lady sat leg crossed in the waiting area. Her red lipstick matched her stunning dress which made her look like she was out of this world. She was a beauty to behold. I approached her signaling her attention.

"Jayla Carlton." I reached for a hug and a gentle peck on both cheeks.

"Sandra Viona, nice to finally meet the world's best designer." my eyes fixed on her smile.

I smiled back at the compliment and led her to our latest collections. Few hours into the fitting of dresses and taking measurements my phone rang.

"Babe, I need to go back to London right away. Something came up." Fabian's voice echoed through the phone. As soon as I heard it I went silent for a while. I tried processing how he just came back and flying immediately without thinking it was right to stay back and enjoy his wife. I wanted to shout at him, to let him see the distance he was keeping away from his wife but I held my composure on the phone.

I sighed before responding. "Okay. Text me when you land."

Then I hung up.

"Can I get this packed? Including this and the scarf. Right now I have an urgent place to be"

"Sure." Sandra, who was done selecting her choice, said to me while Naomi handled the payment. After she left I called it a day.

The estate was silent, Fabian was already gone as expected, my staff had left for a quick errand. While tired and hungry I quickly headed to the other side of the house.

The smell of the food made my stomach twist in more hunger but I wanted to have a talk with the Garrison before asking Mary to dish out mine.

I could come here everyday to have a meal but they have a different meal plan and I wouldn't want to have to stress Mary. I saw Richard walking towards me, he must have heard me greeting the chef.

I met him halfway in the sitting room.

"Hi Richard, is Megan around too. I'm sorry I left for the office in a rush." I tried to avoid eye contact. After the last kissing session we had, I had always ignored his stares in every little way.

"She left for a meeting, she will be back by tomorrow." That's unusual because she tells me about every one of her important meetings.

"I hope this isn't about the deal." I managed to say because I have made every effort to help out.

"She didn't mention what it was before leaving." he said and his eyes stared at me that I lost the existence of time.

"I will leave and come back later when she comes back." looking away I grabbed my phone.

"Jayla, since the last kiss we shared I have not stopped thinking about it." He interrupted me.

Shocked? Yes I was. Happy. Of course my heart leapt for joy. But he was my husband's father. I reminded myself for the hundredth time.

"I think you should forget it." I forced a smile.

"We should forget all of this."

"Wait!" he ordered.

I turned and found him trying to pull out his belt from his trousers. My brows arched in confusion of what he was doing.

"Richard, what are you doing?" He ignored me and pulled down his pants leaving him with his boxers alone.

"If you want this now tell me I will pull it out for you. But if you do not want this again, you can leave."

I couldn't believe what he just said. My eyes moved to the boxer, his dick print bulge beneath the fabric. I shut my eyes as I felt my wetness gathering up, I wanted to touch this, to strip him naked and have him fuck me.

He didn't move, he kept looking at me with a smirk on his face. I was fighting for my life. Even while standing with my legs crossed in the position that tightened itself, it didn't control the fluid that was dripping in my pant.

Here he was in his house, putting me in a corner I wish to leave behind.

"I..I..I'm sorry." I stuttered.

"Sorry for what?" He asked. It was true I didn't even know what I was sorry for. It just left my mouth. I could just leave now, I wanted to go yet my legs were not moving.

He dragged down his boxer, revealing his huge hairy dick which dangled as it rolled out. It was already hard. My eyes widened in shock. Despite having slept with him. I had no memory of how huge or small he was. My heart had never beaten so fast and quickly before.

Goosebumps climbed my skin, my face flushed with heat, my body screamed for sex, physical touch and a rough squeeze of my nipples that goes hard and pointed at every thought of sex. I wanted Fabian to make this short period satisfying but he left me for London.

"Come touch it" His voice cracked like a plea.

With my eyes still open and glued to his dick, I took a step, slowly towards him but halted a few steps before him.

A second chance ran through my mind.

"You're dangerously making me forget how to behave." he said while touching his balls.

I swallowed the saliva and a lump in my throat. He was witty, ruthless and naughty.

Do it. Grab it. Kiss him. Now. My brain kept saying to me.

My knees trembled that I could collapse right now.

With a slow pace I closed the gap and went on my knees in front of him. Grabbed his dick and brought it close to my nose. It smelled of fresh soap. I gave the balls a gentle squeeze. He released a slow moan.

My breath hitched. I had positioned myself to take it all inside my mouth.

When Megan's voice echoed from outside.