Red

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rhiannon

How dare he. How. Fucking. Dare. He.

"Cheapen yourself" he actually had the damn cheek to say that. Did he not hear a single thing that I said?

I was strapped in the back of the Uber, steam practically bursting out my ears. I'm sure the taxi driver had many thoughts going round his head right now. I'd slammed the door - of course apologising - and now I was sat with a scowl on my face while we drove through the streets of New York. As soon as we headed home, in TriBeCa, I began to calm down a little.

Some may say I overreacted, but from my point of view, he insulted me. He may not of meant to, but he did. Cheapening yourself. The words made my stomach clench and turn. Is that what he thought of me? Some cheap redhead with a hot body? It was clear he wanted to fuck me, you could see that a mile off. Maybe that's all he saw me as: a slut, or a one night stand.

You want to fuck him too. I winced at my conscience. It was true I did. But now? Now I just wanted to smack him.

It took a lot for me to even admit the truth. I felt defeated, but I still could of ran. I just felt he would understand at the time, not judge me. How wrong I was. Maybe a part of me does like him more than I should, and maybe that's why I confessed so much. It was embarrassing telling him how I felt I had no control over my life. I'm in my twenties and my own parents control me.

My thoughts were halted when we pulled up outside the gates of my house. I stared out the window, looking directly at the entire property, and wondering what I was doing with myself. I could move out. I had enough money saved up to do so. I had a degree too. I wanted, so badly, to be a teacher.

I know, I have a side job as a stripper and my life-long dream is to be a teacher. But I needed to do my teacher training and dad refused accept that was what I wanted to do. He said - and so did mom - that I was destined to take over the company. They made me take law at university, but I so badly wanted to be a primary school teacher. I loved children. It was a side to me that no one ever saw. I was forced to be business-like.

I left the car and slowly walked up the drive as I thought about my career options. Dad would never agree to the funding for the teacher training, but a few more months at the club and I could. I gave most of it to charity, but some I saved for myself. I didn't need the money after all, I had money from mom and dad anyway. I hate to shamefully admit that, but I do. Without agreeing, they send me thousands after thousands each month. They said I needed to understand money, but how could I do that if they send me more than the average person earns? Isn't that going against the reason to do it?

I slammed the door and stalked towards the stairs. Maybe I could sort my life out on my own. I didn't need dads money. I just needed faith in myself. And whether Jacob liked it or not, I worked at a strip club. I danced, I stripped and I loved it. Permanent or not, it was my freedom.

As I slumped into bed, completely forgetting about pyjamas, I thought: why does it matter what Jacob thinks? Why does it? He's not my boyfriend. He's just someone I'm attracted to, I don't care what he thinks. Albeit, deep down, I know I did and it bugged the hell out of me. I never cared what people thought, only my parents.

As my thoughts travelled to Jacob alone, his muscular body, his huge cock bulging from his trousers, and his sexy hair I wanted to run my hands through, I slipped into a night full of erotic dreams full of Jacob. Despite being pissed off at him.

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Monday rolled round quicker than expected. As soon as I entered dads building, my eyes landed straight on the door of Mr Black. Just knowing he was sat behind that door in a tight fitting suit made heat pool in my lower tummy. I wanted him so bad, but I was still so pissed at him for saying what he did. I had to be stronger. I couldn't give in.

That why you wore a lower cut blouse than the other day? And stockings underneath your skirt?

Rolling my eyes, I settled into my corner of dads office and prepared for the day. He wanted me to learn how the business worked a little, so I pretended to understand and be as enthusiastic as possible, while still imagining all my dreams could come true. If I could help it, I was not becoming CEO of this company. No way!

"Rhiannon, can you please pass this to Mr Back for me" he passed me an envelope, his head still down concentrating on his computer, and waited for me to leave.

"Sure"

It was the last thing I wanted to do. Not only was I pissed at him, but I didn't see myself strong enough to keep up the facade. I was too hot and bothered by him to pretend I was angry still. Even if he had extremely hurt me.

I knocked on his door, giving my own signature knock that he would hopefully become accustomed to, and entered as soon as I heard him shout. His deep voice sent tingles down my spine as I relived all the erotic dreams I'd had associating him over the past few days.

Forcing myself to gain control, I stood up straight and entered.

I almost stumbled over my own feet when I saw the blonde perched on his desk. She was flirting crazy with him and I could see the lust flared in her eyes. Get away from my man. Was the first thing that came to mind and I almost cringed at myself. He wasn't mine to have.

"Can I help you?" He hadn't looked up yet, giving me chance to take in all his sexiness. His suit was navy today. It went perfect with his hair - messy but still looked smart.

"Mr Red wanted you to have this"

As soon as I spoke his eyes shot to me. His breaths came out ragged and he didn't take his eyes off me.

"Out" he looked at the blonde and waited till she stood before looking back at me. She huffed and stormed out the room. Definitely telling daddy about her.

"Shut the door" his monotonous words were starting to annoy me. Did he have to be so flat with me? He upset me, right?

I let the door click shut and as I was about to turn back around, he came up behind me. His breath tickled against my neck, itching for his lips.

"I'm sorry"

It took me a moment to realise what he had said. When I did, I didn't know what to say. It was the last thing I expected him to say to me.

His hands gently gripped my hips, his thumbs spread across the sides of both my ass cheeks, and a tender but soft kiss hit me neck before he pushed back.

I was now shaking. My body was shaking with arousal. I wanted him so badly. Needed him. Just two minutes ago I was pissed like hell at him, but now? Now I wanted to fuck his brains out on his desk. I wanted to ride his cock all day long, and the thoughts were sending me over the edge. I squeezed my thighs together before turning to face him.

A sexy smirk played on his lips. His eyes darkened, his trousers were bulging again, and if I wasn't mistaken, he definitely just licked his bottom lip.

"I'm here till late tonight, tell your dad for me please" he took the envelope out my hand and walked back to his desk.

I was still pressed against the door, heavy breathing, and soaking wet panties, as he carried on his tasks on his computer.

I went from aroused to angry in zero point two seconds. Who did he think he was? I pulled the handle and stormed out, slamming the door behind me. Little fucker.

I made my way to the bathroom, desperate to find some sort of release, when it hit me. I'm here till late tonight. Dad always left at different times, sometimes early. If today was an early day, I had plans. Plans that involved a sexy lawyer and his hardwood desk.