Sugar Daddy (13 page)

An epiphany that will make me begin to question everything I thought I knew about myself.

I, Sela Halstead, am not as broken as I thought I was. While I thought Jonathon Townsend took everything away from me, I’ve realized just now that he took nothing. He only warped my perception.

Granted, I’m still pretty warped, but I learned something very important as Beck was coating my throat with his semen.

I realized that intimacy is actually something that I could learn to crave with a man like Beckett North and that I’ve only just begun to discover the true potential inside of myself.

The alarm I set on my phone goes off faintly, as I made sure to turn the volume down before I went to sleep last night. I didn’t want Sela to wake up, figuring she could use a solid, late sleep-in this morning.

After we got back from the Sugar Bowl Mixer last night, we ended up burning through three condoms throughout the night, because I fucking couldn’t get enough of her. You would think with the almost seismic nature of the way I came down her throat that I would have been truly replete for the rest of the evening.

On the contrary, it’s like the flame I had already burning on a steady low for Sela got whipped into a frenzied firestorm, and I couldn’t leave her alone. I fucked her over and over again, my dick proclaiming clearly that it was in deep love with Sela’s pussy. It was ready to move in, take up permanent residence, and never come out of hibernation again.

My hand reaches out, taps the screen on my phone to turn the alarm off, and I lay silently in the predawn gloom considering my situation at his very moment.

A naked, beautiful woman on top of me. Sela fell asleep a few hours ago, spread-eagled over my body right after she collapsed from the most recent fuck-fest. I swear…she came, I came, then she pitched forward onto my chest and was out like a light. Not sure what it says about the apparently whipped sap I’m becoming, but I wanted to leave her right there all night. Just let her lie on top of me, and I was ready to call it a day well completed and go to sleep myself.

But I didn’t because my dick was deflating within her and I had a condom to dispose of. I gently eased out from under her, my cock actually feeling a little overused when it slipped free, and I quietly made my way into the bathroom to flush the rubber.

After a quick brushing of my teeth, I looked into the mirror and found that the man looking back at me didn’t quite appear to be a confirmed bachelor anymore. No, tonight he had asked a woman to stay on in an indefinite basis in his house. Tonight, Beck North entered into his first true relationship with a woman, and if the quality of the orgasms that were had tonight are any indication of what’s to come between us, I have to think it was a brilliant fucking decision on my part to invite Sela all the way in.

I padded back into the bedroom, turning the bathroom light off behind me. My first instinct was to slip into bed, roll Sela onto her side, and cuddle into her. I think they call it spooning.

Instead, I found myself inching toward her on my back, then I was pulling her back on top of me once I got settled. She let out a cute little moan, buried her face in my neck, and threaded her legs through mine. My arms came around her lower back and I held her tight against me. I had no problem falling asleep with her pinning me like that to the mattress.

This is a nice way to wake up, and if I had the time to do so, I’d slip my hand down over Sela’s ass and play with her pussy for a bit until she woke up. But I don’t have time, because I have to meet JT in an hour and a half and I want to get in before he does to get my thoughts in order.

Regretfully, I slip out from underneath Sela. She stirs, mutters a sleepy “Good Morning,” and then rolls away from me. I smile, bend over, and kiss her on the back of the head before pulling the covers up over her.

Then I head into the bathroom to shower and get ready to take on my business partner in what will ultimately be a bitter grudge match between us.

I’m surprised when I get into the office at 7:30 a.m. that JT is already standing outside my office door and waiting for me. He holds a Styrofoam cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. I’m also surprised to find him showered and fresh-looking without a hint of red in his eyes. I’m thinking extra squirts of Visine went into his appearance, and I know without a doubt this is carefully orchestrated by JT so that he isn’t defending himself from a position of too much weakness.

He’s showing me that he can present himself properly when warranted.

“Good morning,” he says in an uncharacteristically humble voice, and it catches me off guard. I expected him to come out swinging with his first words.

“Morning,” I say as I unlock my office door and turn on the lights. I walk directly to the minifridge hidden under the built-in liquor bar and pull out a bottle of mineral water. “Want one?”

“Nah, man,” he says as he sits on the couch and tosses the paper down beside his thigh.

Twisting the cap off the bottle, I take a small sip as I observe JT sitting there, looking at me with clear and regretful eyes. I’m not even ashamed of myself that I think this is part of an act because he knows he’s passed the point of no return with me. At this moment, he’s going to do some hardcore scrambling to save himself.

I walk over to the chair that sits opposite of him, remembering all too clearly sitting here a little over six months ago looking at a woman who had been roughed up by JT. It appears I prevented that from happening again last night, but how many didn’t I save?

Now the shame hits me and I square my shoulders with resolve. “This ends today, JT.”

I brace, wait for him to go ballistic, but he merely nods in understanding. In a calm, assured voice, he says, “You’re right. It ends today.”

I blink in disbelief, but my defenses come snapping quickly back into place. “Tell me what you mean by that.”

“It means I’ve got to get myself under control. I’ve forgotten how to be a businessman and have gotten sucked into the celebrity of all of this shit. The partying…the women…the drugs and booze…it’s not who I really am. I got off track and now I’m ready to get back on track.”

Well shit. I didn’t expect this. I had sort of hoped that with the incriminating evidence of last night, I’d have the upper hand on JT and could use it to force him out. I figured he’d never admit to any wrongdoing, try to assure me that I was overreacting, and then we’d have a massive fight about the company.

I’m not fucking prepared for him to get all mature on me right now.

“I’m not sure I can trust you to do that,” I tell him coldly, and once again, expect that to really piss him off.

“I get that,” he says solemnly. “All I can do is ask you to give me another chance. I’m asking you to call on the years of friendship and everything we’ve been through. I’m asking you to consider everything we’ve got riding on this company, and even though I’ve been a complete tool for quite awhile now, at least admit that when I’m on my game I’m really important to our success.”

Fuck…all true
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My fingers involuntarily come to my temples and I rub at the headache that’s forming. I wince, look up at him skeptically. “JT…I caught you drugging a woman last night. That’s fucking against the law.”

“She agreed to it,” JT says quietly while pinning me with a direct stare.

I physically reel backward from his proclamation. “She what?”

“She agreed to it,” he says simply and humbly. He’s not gloating…just merely stating the fact. “We had a written agreement. It was a fantasy of hers, I guess. I can get you a copy Monday morning, but that woman wanted to wake up the next morning used and abused. She thought the aspect of not remembering what happened would be exciting. Figured she could fantasize about what might have happened.”

“What the fuck?” I mutter as my eyes cut over to the glass floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the Financial District, which is quiet on this Sunday morning.

“It’s true,” JT says quietly, and my gaze slides back to him. “I might be a douche on most days and cross a lot of fucked-up boundaries, but you know me, Beck. I wouldn’t hurt a woman like that.”

Christ…he looks sincere. Sounds sincere too, but I also know JT is slick and charming when he wants to be. I have no clue if I’m being hoodwinked or not, and now all of my resolve to wrest the company away from him is crumbling. I make another attempt to poke at the merits of what he’s telling me.

“I don’t buy it,” I grit out. “It’s more than just what I saw last night. The drugs…taking advantage of the Babies…you fucking invested some of our money into a bad venture last quarter and we took a beating. You did that without my knowledge.”

“I know,” he says, his hands coming up in supplication. “All fucking bad moves on my part. But I’m telling you, Beck…if the choice is to get my shit together or lose out on one of my best friends and an amazing company I helped to create, I’m fucking telling you right now, no bullshit…I’ll get it together. I’m just asking for another chance. I deserve it.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What do you do when someone like JT with an ego the size of Mount Everest sits before you completely remorseful, accepting responsibility, and practically begging for another chance? A feeling of desperation overtakes me, equal parts wanting to believe in him and regain the sanctity of our business relationship—possibly our friendship—and at the same time wanting to cut ties with someone who I believe ultimately could be my downfall.

While my brain works out its inner turmoil, I wonder briefly what Sela would have me do. I know she dislikes JT intensely, and while we didn’t talk about it last night—hello, too busy fucking—I know she was beyond disgusted with him. Will she think poorly of me if I don’t cut him loose? Will she believe my morals are as compromised as his?

Should I even care what she thinks?

Fuck yeah, I should. I’m starting to care more and more for all things Sela Halstead, and the mere fact she’s taking up residence in my thought process in making a business decision sort of says it all, right?

“Beck,” JT says with soft emotion, and my eyes raise up to meet his. “I do not want to fight you for this company. I know you’ve had a lawyer look at things and I’m sure you know…unless I’m doing something illegal in the running of the business, it’s going to be a fight you won’t win. So I’m begging you…let’s work this out. Let’s get back on track and be a team again. I swear to you I’ll get my shit together and we’ll make this company even more fucking phenomenal than it already is.”

I fight against it, but my shoulders sag the minute the words leave his mouth. Regardless the head of steam I came in with, he’s managed to cut my legs out from underneath me with a well-planned, one-two-three-combo punch.

One, he did not illegally drug that woman last night. She apparently agreed to it.

Two, he is promising to get back on track with our business.

Three, he’s reminded me that I can’t take the company away from him and I’ll still have to walk if I want out.

More than that, I can’t overlook the years of friendship we have between us. I can’t discount the tremendously deep ties we have, even if he has no clue just how important they are to me.

“I’m not sure I trust in your ability to grow the fuck up,” I tell JT truthfully.

He gives an understanding laugh and nods at me. “I get it. Just give me the chance.”

Sighing, I lean forward in the chair. “I’d like to request that you get my approval before any other major financial decisions are made.”

“Done,” he says with an earnest smile.

“And I want to see that agreement.”

“Done.”

And Christ…it looks like my hopes of coming out the victor after the meeting today have completely splintered.

“All right,” I say with resignation and sudden longing to get back to the condo and sink myself into Sela. “I’ll give you a shot. But this is the one and only shot I’ll give.”

“I won’t let you down,” he says, and leans forward on the couch, extending his hand to me. I reach across and take it, a firm handshake of renewed promise occurring between us.

When we release, I stand up. “I need to get going.”

“Big plans with your girl today?” JT asks, pushing up from his seat with a knowing tone that causes me to go immediately back on the defensive.

“My girl?” I ask, playing stupid. While I’m not embarrassed or shy about the fact I’ve asked Sela to move in with me, for some reason I don’t want JT knowing this. I’m guessing it has to do with his lewd interest in her last Wednesday when she came to the office.

“Yeah…Sela…wasn’t that her name?” he says offhandedly as we move toward my office door. “I saw you with her last night at the party. You two looked cozy.”

“Yeah, Sela,” I say vaguely without offering anything more as we walk out my door. I’m silent as I close it behind us and lock it.

“Dude…is she a Sugar Baby or what?” JT asks with a playful punch to my shoulder. His grin is open, not mocking at all. It seems like the old JT…the one I used to know way back when.

“No, she’s not a Sugar Baby,” I snap at him, but then decide if I’m going to give him a chance, I’ve got to truly give it to him. “But she has moved in with me.”

JT whistles low through his teeth and gives an amused shake of his head that isn’t mocking, but seemingly genuinely pleased for me. “Beck North…falling to commitment and monogamy. Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, well…it’s still early on. I might not even know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m going for it.”

We turn to walk down the hall toward the lobby. JT puts a hand on my shoulder and gives me a hard squeeze. “I’m happy for you, bro. You deserve a good woman, and she seems like the type that would suit you.”

“She’s great,” I admit, surprised by how nice it feels to talk about her with someone. Even JT, who just as recently as last week came on to her right in front of me, the fucker.

“Maybe we should all do dinner one night together,” JT suggests. “This is pretty epic that you have a girlfriend. Isn’t this like your first ever?”

Girlfriend?

Sela Halstead…my girlfriend?

I hadn’t thought of her like that before. Not until the word came out of JT’s mouth and it didn’t sound disgusting, but rather felt kind of right.

Yes…I have a girlfriend, and JT is right about that. First one ever.

I’m fucking twenty-eight years old and I have a girlfriend.

I give a bemused shake of my head and JT and I exit the building together. We part ways as he gets into a cab and I head toward the Millennium, intent on walking back the six blocks so I can continue to ponder everything that happened this morning.