The Wall and The Flower

Chapter 8: Talk dirty to me Pt 2

*edited to the best of my abilities*

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"See this is what the fuck I'm talking bout, you do shit like this and expect me not to want to fuck the shit out of you." Oh wow.

"I-" lost for words, but this was what I wanted right? I wanted him to act like this so why was I so shocked when he did? Because of how wet you get when he does, a voice in the back of my mind said.

"Don't worry you'll get what's coming to you but not now. Get dressed; we have some things to take care of before we head out." He told me as he grazed his fingertips down my arm, walking off leaving me in a mess.

I rushed up the stairs and changed into olive green waist shorts, an off white top, paired with white converse. My hair did not agree with the heat that Miami had to offer, so I had to use hella styling gel to slick my hair into a low-bun.

We headed down to Club Exotic but of course my head was in the clouds, filled with a static of questions. It was evident that I still had my job, and it was evident that Stefan wanted to keep at it with this game that he continued to play. I was clearly loosing, but I wasn't mad and I definitely wasn't a sore looser especially if my prize was Stefan. It was thrilling.

"Once we're done here, we'll head out for Atlanta." Stefan informed as we walked into the club, I nodded in response. His eyes glanced down at my lip that I was biting; I quickly released the flesh and said, "Okay."

"Uncle Tommy what are you doing here?" Stefan asked as confusion etched his face, I too was shocked to see Mr. Thomas here; he was talking to some guy who looked Russian.

"I could ask you the same thing I thought you would've been on your plane by now, but uh I'm just here to check on things make sure the proper things that are needing to be done get done." Mr. Thomas explained but something was off, or maybe I was overthinking but the way Thomas was coming just sounded like he was up to no good and the creepy Russian guy didn't help.

"You know you don't have to check up behind me, I know what I'm doing, who is this?" Stefan asked reading my exact thoughts.

"This is Michael, he has a contracting company I brought him here to see what needed to be done, your father and I use to do business with him he's very legit." Thomas charmed.

"We've already hired a company to handle this, he's not needed." I saw the muscle in Stefan's jaw tick.

"I understand that nephew, and I'm sure they're a fine company I just wanted to find you someone who could get the job done and someone that I as well as your father is familiar with; also not put a dent in the company's budget." Thomas said patting Stefan on the back, Stefan pondered for a moment and slowly nodded, agreeing that he would allow Michael and his team to work on the property. Something about this didn't feel right. But what did I know? I was only a personal assistant, that he liked to toy with apparently.

"Send the information to my assistant to look over." Stefan ordered, there was an underlying look that Thomas gave me that sent shivers down my spine and not in a good way.

"Absolutely,"

After Stefan walked Michael through what needed to be done not forgetting to mention the areas he wanted to be renovated, we headed to the airline lot.

Once on the jet Stefan offered me a glass of champagne that I declined, hey I'm shocked myself. But for the life of me I could not shake the feeling off that something was not right.

"That was nice of Mr. Thomas," I mentioned looking out the window that I sat next to; it was so beautiful up here. I wanted to probe to see if Stefan had that same gut feeling as I did.