Red

CHAPTER ONE

Black - Jacob Black.

One whole year I'd worked for this ass. One year I'd spent abiding this man, being as obedient as I could be, and smiling like a Cheshire Cat each time he spoke to me like shit. My cheeks would ache the first few weeks, my head would pound, and my self-esteem was lower than an underground. But now? Now I'd become accustomed to his shit, I was so used to it I actually enjoyed his presence - well sometimes. But apart from all this, he was still the best boss because he gave me an opportunity of a life time to work for his company.

There were probably over a thousand candidates that day he posted the ad, and at least ten other people lucky enough to get interviews, but I was the one he chose. My lucky ass studied over three years to be a lawyer and finally got the dream job I'd always wanted.

I grew up the complete opposite to how I lived now. My family were poor, and just about made by each month. I was the eldest of my three other siblings, and therefore was expected to become the 'man of the house' when my low-life, cheating father left us. I worked nearly thirty hours a week behind a bar once I turned twenty one, but before that I was stuck waiting tables while trying to get my degree. It was a miracle I passed all my assignments and finished with a first. Now, I was a fully qualified lawyer working for the number one company in the whole of America. I earned enough to live a lavish, luxury lifestyle, and still provide my family with more than the necessities.

My mother, the most important woman to me and the only woman I'll ever care about (except for my sisters of course), has just recovered from four intensive, life-threatening years of breast cancer. She couldn't work, hence the reason I had to take on so much responsibility, and was luckily now accepting a new job as a teacher - her profession for over twenty years until she got ill. She's always telling me I don't need to buy her things, or give her and my siblings money, but who would I be if I didn't? My father? Because that's how I would feel if I let them live an average life when I had a surplus of cash lying around in my bank. They all meant the world to me, and deserved the life I wanted them to have.

Dad left as soon as mom was diagnosed. He was a coward. A scumbag. He didn't deserve anything from us and therefore received nothing. We also hadn't seen him since he'd flew off the radar a few weeks after his departure. Some would say we were lucky in that respect - we didn't have to see him living his life when mom was suffering and we were just about getting by each month. Of course we got help from the government but it wasn't enough. School uniforms, food, heating and electric, were all things we needed that we couldn't receive help for. So I worked to provide it. That man didn't deserve anything from us and will never receive a penny.

My life was as complete as it could get right now with my dream job. I didn't need a woman. I had enough ass each night I left here. They didn't nag me, didn't expect long term, and the only time they moaned were when my cock was rammed deep in their pussy. Absolute perfection. I didn't need a relationship to keep me happy or make me complete.

"Mr Black?"

My new assistant - ash blonde hair, cleavage spilling out her blouse, and lips that I was desperate to kiss - peeked her head around the door, knocking my thoughts to another planet.

"Hmm?"

"Mr Red would like to see you in his office" she purred, as she pressed her back against the door and emphasised her voluptuous chest.

Fuck, if only she wasn't my assistant.

"Thanks, sweet cheeks"

I winked and waited for her to leave before I stood. The semi I was sporting could be seen a mile off, I couldn't have her ego getting any bigger; she already loved herself. Still, she'd be one hell of a lay.

Of course Mr Red wanted to see me ten minutes before I left. Like I mentioned before, he was an ass and he knew it.

I stepped up to his door, knocking my signature way before I heard a "come in". I always overanalysed his tone of voice to determine his mood. Unfortunately, I couldn't tell from that simple notion what I was about to walk into.

I was completely oblivious to the other female voice as I pulled the handle and pushed the door open. My eyes almost shot out of my head when they latched onto the sexy red head perched on the edge of his desk.

That position had my eyes travelling straight from her silky, luscious red locks, to the round, peachy ass Mr Red had the opportunity to have sat on his desk. Jesus Christ she was hot. In fact, fuck that, she was smoking. Absolutely beautiful.

Her head swivelled straight at me, piercing blue eyes narrowing as soon as she saw where mine were stationed, and big juicy lips pursed. She was portraying anger at my perusal, but I felt she was feigning. Especially when her own eyes made their own perusal of my body. I was six foot five, had muscles bigger than my head, and was aware of my effect on women. She could pretend all she wanted, but I saw how wet she was from just looking at me.

Sexy little thing was about to become my midnight feast.

"Mr Black" he coughed, giving me a stern look, pulling me out of my excited thoughts.

I smiled waiting for him to go on, as the sexy, mysterious woman let out a little giggle. A sound that made my heart pitter-patter in my chest. She might just be my new favourite genre of music.

"This is my daughter, Rhiannon Red"

Fuck! Daughter?!

And just like that my excitement was ruined.

As if he saw the turmoil swimming round my head, he decided to make it clear what that meant.

"She'll be here for a few weeks helping me, and you are not - I mean not - to disrupt her."

I could have growled, but I had to hold it back.

"So that means, in case you're not aware, not to talk to her, get too close to her, and certainly not be more than an acquaintance." He smiled deviously. "Understood, Mr Black?"

"Of course." I pretended I was fine with that and gave him a great big smile back.

"Jesus Dad, I'm twenty one not sixteen."

And to top it off, her voice was as melodic as her laugh. Fucking arsehole. He clearly didn't see me as good enough for his pretty little princess - not like that mattered, I'd only want one sweaty, breathless night buried deep inside her. It's not like I asked to marry her, for gods sake. But still, did he have to see me as such a low-life?

I suppressed an eye roll at that thought, and gave my biggest signature smile. I needed to get out this room before my balls exploded all over his expensive grey carpet, spurting across his million dollar desk, and potentially letting little miss sexy have a taste of what her daddy was making her miss out on.

"Is that everything, Mr Red?"

"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow."

And without even a goodbye, a wave, or a look, he dismissed me from his lair.

His eyes were downwards, focusing on his laptop and paperwork, so I took the opportunity to have one last look at Rhiannon. She really was beautiful. High cheek bones, perfect shaped lips, fiery red curls that draped down her back, and a body made for fucking. She's curvy in all the right places.

How I'd tug those silky tendrils as I rammed deep into her pussy from behind. I could already imagine the harmonious sound of moans that would leave that sexy mouth. And fuck, that mouth. It would look like a missing jigsaw piece with my cock deep down her throat. Red lips marking me. She was made for me.

I realised I was still standing there, dreaming all those dirty thoughts, when I felt her sharp nails dig into my left bicep.

"See you later, Mr Black"

I suppressed a groan at her sultry voice. The way she said my name, like she was moaning it in pleasure, made my cock almost bulge out my trousers. I really did need to leave before I had that accident I was talking about.