Beckham is starting his senior year of high school with his life already planned out. Due to take over the Watercreek pack once he graduates, a smoking hot girlfriend and football season starting, he's living the life. That is until the unexpected h...
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I groan forcing my eyes to open feeling hands and lips on me. "Get off" I can't help but to groan.
I feel him smile on my chest, "morning pet." He lifts up hovering over me.
"Morning, did you work out already?"
"No, was hoping we could together."
I move from his light eyes to the bedside clock to see it's five in the morning. You've got to be fucking kidding me. "Fuck off." I roll away from him hoping to be sleep soon. Fucking ridiculous. I still have time before I have to get up for school. I groan as he pushes me back on my back.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it pet." He trails kisses down my chest.
I can't help my exhale of exhaustion, "fine but don't make this an everyday fucking thing."
He smirks up at me, "I promise." I hiss as he puts me in his mouth.
"What do you do?" I ask him after we've finished fucking.
He glances down at me confused, "you know what I do pet."
I look up at him, "no Ty, I mean to get all this stuff" I wave around his bedroom. "No teacher in Watercreek can afford to live like this and you've made it perfectly clear you don't need this job."
He sighs, "must we get into this now?" he sits up.
I follow suit, "yeah, we're about to go to school and everyone will know about us and honestly I'm still unsure of your job security."
He rubs his hands down his face before turning to face me. "While I was in college I wrote a few books under a pseudonym that did pretty well and created other ventures from said books. Then-"
I shake my head, "what do you mean created other ventures?"
He shrugs, "couple movie deals and action figures, shit like that. Then I decided to invest money into real estate that does well, and I bought Envie which is doing exceptionally well. I also have some money invested into some stocks and bonds."
I stare at him trying to process his information, "so if you quit your job, how long could you survive off of your residual income?"
He pauses thinking, "probably until our third grandson's twenty-first birthday. Give or take."
"Are you fucking kidding?"
He looks me in my eyes, "no I'm not pet. Money isn't an issue for me and that's not including my trust fund that I've yet to touch." I just stare at him in disbelief. He gently closes my mouth, "this is why I chose not to talk about this with you. Regardless of today's outcome we'll be fine."
I shake my head, "let's get one thing straight, that money doesn't belong to me. It's-"
He holds his hand up stopping me from talking, "what's mine will always be yours pet. End of discussion. Continue."
