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"So," Susie smiled warmly. "You're quite an accomplished young woman. Why would you step away from a thriving career to be an au pair?"
The older woman glowed, her straight white teeth twinkling in an affable smile, her diamond rings twinkling with them as she swept her neatly cut bangs behind her ear. Susie was a force to be reckoned with. Every inch of her dripped money but there was no doubt in my mind that it was money hard-earned. After all, she was one of the only women to make it to Formula 1, and you don't get that far unless you're hard as nails.
But with her neatly cut bob, white teeth and white Capri pantsuit, her tan skin making her look lit from within, Susie was hard as diamonds. Even so, in that interview, I felt…at ease.
"I'm fairly established and I've achieved everything I set out to do," I shrugged. "I can now step back and delegate and work remotely if need be."
"But?" Susie prompted with a smirk.
"I've done it all," I said. "But I am incredibly, unequivocally…. burnt out. Creatively that is."
"Why not go on sabbatical?"
"It's not in my nature to do nothing," I smiled. "I like being busy, being mentally challenged and stimulated. I was helping my sister with her kids and I really enjoyed that so…"
"Why not start a family?" Susie laughed.
"Chronically single, I'm afraid," I laughed. "Besides, I like to support. Not necessarily be…"
"All in?" Susie smiled.
"Well, I was definitely fully invested in my nephews but their upbringing didn't rest solely on my shoulders," I explained. "I'm still young and…well I still want to be taken care of occasionally. I feel like that's harder as a mom."
"I'd hope that Susie doesn't feel that way," a deep accented voice came. "I always try to take care of my best girl."
I almost had to crane my neck to take him in completely. He was all long legs, firm thighs and broad shoulders with a teasing smile gracing what would otherwise be a serious face lined with worry and frown lines. He rippled with power, even when bending down to kiss his wife where she sat across from me at the kitchen table.
"Toto does take good care of me," she chuckled in her Scottish brogue. "But I'll admit that it's difficult to take care of Jack with both of us working as team principles. We'd like you to pick up the slack, so to speak."
"You've decided already?" I asked, surprised.
"Well, I'm happy with you," Susie shrugged. "You're not phased by all this. You're well known in your industry so I know that you're not here for fame and you mentioned doing art therapy with underprivileged children. You're… you're perfect."
"I think I should be the judge of that, don't you think?" Toto rumbled from where he was fixing himself an espresso. I noted his choice of lactose-free milk.
"Well, you can grill her on your own," Susie snorted, checking her watch. "I need to go fetch Jack from his playdate."
"It'll be good to have some one-on-one time," he said shooting me an unreadable look. I smiled shakily. "See if she can handle the pressure. I'm very particular and I know what I want."
"Be nice," Susie said teasingly before grabbing her purse and pressing a chaste kiss to Toto's lips. "I expect a full report when I get back."
"I don't bite," Toto huffed, taking Susie's seat. "Even if I am Mr Wolff."
Susie scoffed and with a wink and a wave, she was gone.
Toto and I were alone. I shifted in my seat and smiled again.
"No need to look so frightened," he smirked. "What do you think I'm going to do?"
"Well," I shrugged. "I don't know, I suppose. I'm intimidated by you, perhaps irrationally so."
"It's not irrational," he smiled. "I'm wealthy, powerful and physically could overpower you. The fact that you're intimidated means you have some sense."
"Oh."
"I'm assuming that you didn't fly all this way for a job that you might not get," he continued.
"No, I had a meeting with a client here," I said. "Just to tie things off as I go on pseudo sabbatical."
"And you're a designer, yes?" I nodded. "Use your words when we speak, please."
"Yes, sir," I said, reflexively sitting up straighter. "I mean, yes I am a designer."
He stared at me for a long moment, thinking. I resisted the urge to squirm.
"So you're used to working hard, working long hours," he said. It wasn't a question but I answered anyway.
"Yes, sir," I nodded. "I'm also used to always being on call."
"Susie and I want to spend more time with Jack. That means taking him to the tracks with us," Toto said. "That means you'll need to move with us. It won't be easy."
"Nothing worth doing is ever easy," I said immediately. "I'm not afraid of hard work."
"Good girl," he smiled and I preened instinctively before I processed what he'd said. Wait, what?
"I have one more question for you," he said.
"Of course, sir," I nodded. He leaned forward, hunching over his espresso as he ran his fingers across the back of my hand, tracing the bluish veins beneath my brown skin. I shivered, frozen at his touch.
"Can you keep secrets?" He asked lowly.
My mouth opened and closed but no words spilt from my lips. This was inappropriate and unprofessional. But I was too stunned to say anything.
"Use your words, schatzi," he said, his deep voice feeling like it was reverberating through my chest. "For your sake, I hope the answer is yes."
"Or else?" I asked shakily.
He simply smiled.
"I can keep secrets," I said, mouth dry as fear and excitement played in my veins.
"Good," he said, pulling away and breaking the spell. "You'll be spending a lot of time in the motorhome and I'd rather you didn't start selling our secrets to Redbull or something."
I gaped at him, stunned. Had I really misread the situation?
"I can't stand Redbull," I said, smiling slightly as I tried to shake off my confusion. He laughed at the comment.
"Mercedes fan then? Is that why you wanted the job?" He chuckled.
"Now I didn't say that," I smirked. "Forza Ferrari."
"I should fire you for that," he said flatly. "But I like honesty."
"Thank you, sir," I smiled.
"You're hired," he smirked. "This is going to be fun."
"What is?" I asked, confused.
"You'll see," he said ominously, eyes taking up and down my body. "I like talking to you."
"Oh, I suppose that I enjoyed talking to you too." As disorienting as it is.
"After you put Jack to bed, I want you in my study. It's the last door on the right."
"I start already?" I gaped.
"Of course," he chuckled. "I like to go all in, all at once. No time to adjust, just flat out."
I was once again left speechless.
"Right…"
"Our logistics people will take care of your visas and accommodation as we travel," he continued, back in business mode. "For all intents and purposes, you work for Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team and, more directly, me."
Well. That would look great on my résumé.
We exchanged contact information, Toto insisting on having my number in case of emergencies.
"Oh and I'm afraid that any dating will have to be put on hold. Jack has to come first," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"I've never been one for relationships anyway," I laughed nervously. "Been too busy."
We stared at each other for a long moment, his gaze burning into me. I felt frozen, pinned.
"We're back!" Susie's voice rang out, making me jump. "I have someone for you to meet, Jack!"
"Lewis?" His voice rang out hopefully.
"No, not Lewis," she laughed. "You've met Lewis loads of times. No, this is a new friend that's going to help us take care of you. Maybe she can take you down the road to see Lewis."
"Lewis!" Jack said cheerily.
"Jack," Susie grinned, rounding the corner. "Meet Ongie."
"Hey, Jack," I smiled, extending a hand. "I've heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you."
He tentatively shook my hand with a shy smile, my hand engulfing his smaller one.
"You talked about me with Papi?" He asked curiously, looking between me and his father.
Well…
"And your mum," I said with a smile. "They told me that they love you very much and that you need someone to play connect four with at the beach."
"Yes!" Jack said, lighting up. "Mummy and Papi always have to go to work."
"Well your parents have very important jobs," I nodded. "But don't worry, I'm gonna be tagging along and we can play all you want."
"Really?" Jack asked sceptically.
"Okay, maybe not all the time," I laughed. "There's still nap time and school but the rest of the time we can play."
"With Lewis?" Jack asked hopefully and I looked to Susie for help.
"You can go see Lewis now with Ongie," Susie said, smiling lovingly at her son. "I'm sure he'd love to meet your new friend."
"Come on, Ongie," Jack said, grabbing my hand and pulling. "You have to meet Lewis. He's the bestest!"
"Alright, alright," I laughed before turning to whisper to Susie. "Where does Lewis live?"
"Just down the road on the corner," she smirked. "Jack knows the way anyway."
"Be back before it gets dark," Toto said, commanding as ever. "Jack needs to be in bed early tonight."
"Yes, sir," I nodded, taking Jack's hand.
"Sir," Susie snorted. "Please don't call me ma'am. I'm not as dominating as Toto."
"I'm sure Ongie appreciates a firm hand," Toto said flippantly, his voice carrying an odd undercurrent.
"I could learn to, I'm sure," I said, smiling through my awkwardness.
"Ease up, Toto," Susie chuckled. "She's not one of your drivers."
"But she's one of my employees and I expect the best from my employees," Toto shrugged.
"I'll do my best," I promised.
"He's not usually this intense," Susie whispered conspiratorially.
"Right," I smiled wanly.
"Lewis!" Jack said impatiently, tugging on my arm.
And with another stern and loaded look from Toto, I took Jack on the short walk to Lewis's house, wondering what I'd gotten myself into.
***
Jack knocked enthusiastically on the door of the lavish home, bouncing on his heels as he heard a bark from inside the house.
"You're gonna love Lewis!" Jack said excitedly.
"I mean, he must be something special to get you so excited," I laughed.
"I'm always excited," Jack said matter of factly.
The door opened and I was faced with Lewis Hamilton, the golden boy. He was like a polished bronze statue, dark eyes twinkling as he smiled down at Jack. He was dressed casually but immaculately as always, his hair neatly braided, with rings adorning his tattooed fingers. He was magnetic, larger than life despite his average height. He was beautiful.
"Hey, buddy!" He chuckled, lifting Jack into his strong arms. "Who's this? Brought me a girlfriend did you?"
"Ongie's my new friend!" Jack said happily. "She's gonna play with me and take care of me."
"I'm his au pair," I smiled, stretching my hand out. "Ongezwa but you can call me Ongie."
"Nice to meet you, Ongie," his large hand closed around mine, calloused and warm. "Come on in."
The house was gorgeous of course, with long bay windows overlooking the beach and softly lapping waves. The exact kind of house you'd imagine he lived in. I noted that none of his trophies were around the house. Pictures of himself with his family and Roscoe were plenty but nothing that showed his immense achievement. I found it odd. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was a regular man. Wealthy but…ordinary. Hearing the way he played with Jack as I perused his home was a surreal feeling.
I held a framed Polaroid of him in my hand, his eyes dark, steady, and fathomless as he smiled imperceptibly at the camera. Were it not for his glittering chains and Balenciaga shirt, it would be a picture of any other man. Any other beautiful man.
"Like what you see?" He whispered in my ear and I shivered and jumped, my heart thundering in my chest.
"Sorry!" I gasped, putting the picture back. "I just- I just zoned out."
"That's alright," he chuckled, the gap in his teeth winking charmingly. "I wouldn't mind it if you were checking me out."
My face felt hot enough to fry an egg on and I stumbled over my words, laughing shyly.
He's Lewis Hamilton. He probably talks like this with all the girls.
"I, um, I was just wondering why none of your trophies are here," I mumbled, deflecting his flirtation, my eyes flicking to Jack where he sat on the floor rubbing Roscoe's belly.
"Oh, those are in storage," Lewis said flippantly. "I don't have room for all of them and they don't mean that much to me, anyway. Like, the achievement is incredible but I'm looking for something deeper."
"What could be deeper than the impact you've left?" I wondered incredulously.
"Legacy," he shrugged. "Creating more space for people that look like us. Just something deeper."
"Settling down," I supplied. "Slowing down maybe."
"I don't know about slowing down," he laughed. "But I'm getting older. Time to get serious."
"Not too serious, I hope," I smiled and he shot me a look with those dark open eyes. "I mean, Jack needs his best friend after all."
"What about you?" Lewis asked. "Having, uh, fun with anyone?"
"I haven't had much fun in a long time," I laughed. "I was too focused on my career. But I'm tired now and I wanted to do something with more heart than brains."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a designer," I said. "I just…I turned around and I was tired with barely a handful of friends left."
"Time to figure out who you really are, huh?" He nodded. "What's next."
"Well, for now, my priority is that little guy over there," I said, waving at Jack as he tried to get Roscoe to roll over.
"Don't get sucked up by another job," Lewis said softly. "Find time for yourself in all that. Loosen up."
"I'm so…loose!" I said defensively. "God, that sounded weird. I mean that I'm relaxed."
Lewis suddenly stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I could feel his body heat seeping into mine.
"See? So much tension in your shoulders," he tutted, his large hands working out the knots in my shoulders. I let out a helpless sigh, relishing his touch before it hit me.
I was hopelessly attracted to Lewis Hamilton. The most unattainable man in the world.
"Hey, do you wanna take Roscoe for a walk with Jack?" I asked suddenly, resisting the urge to moan. God, he was good with his hands. "The beach looks great."
"You tensed up again," he whispered into my ear, making me break out in goosebumps although he took his hands off my shoulders. "Do I make you nervous?"
"Don't ask questions you know the answers to," I mumbled.
"Well, yeah, but I wanna hear you say it," he laughed and I turned around to face him. He looked down at me expectantly, raising an eyebrow.
"You make me nervous," I said softly. "Nervous that I'm going to lose my job."
"Ah! Just when I thought we were getting somewhere," he tutted. "Don't worry. This is the start of a beautiful friendship. I'll get you to relax."
"It's not a competition," I huffed.
"It is now," he smirked. "And one thing's for sure; I always dominate."
I shivered slightly, breaking out in gooseflesh again. He noticed my reaction and smiled to himself.
"Jack, sweetie, do you wanna take Roscoe for a walk?" I called to the boy, breaking the spell between Lewis and me.
"Yes! Can I swim?" Jack asked excitedly.
"Let me ask your Papi," I said, pulling my phone out of my jeans.
Me: Hello Mr Wolff. I was thinking about taking Jack down to the beach for a swim with Lewis. Is that alright with you, sir?
He replied almost immediately.
Toto: That's fine. Just keep a close eye on him. He always tries to go too far out
Me: Noted, sir. We'll be back soon to grab his trunks and water wings.
Toto: Will you be swimming too?
Me: No, sir. I'll be in my bathing suit but I'll be in the sand keeping an eye on Jack
Toto: Nothing too provocative, I hope. Your bathing suit
What? I- I didn't think so. Did I seem like the kind of person that would wear something provocative around a child?
Me: No, sir. It's a regular bathing suit.
I waited and he didn't respond although I could see that he'd read the message.
"Toto, giving you grief?" Lewis chuckled.
"He's just a little difficult to read," I mumbled.
"You'll get it with time," Lewis assured me. "Behind the cold, tough exterior there's a fiery spirit."
I wondered if I would get burned.
"Well, I need to grab Jack's things and change," I said. "Meet you back here?"
"It's a date," Lewis winked.
When did my life get so bizarre?
Once back home, I helped Jack into his trunks and water wings, preemptively applying sunscreen to his skin. I topped everything off with a bucket hat.
"There," I smiled. "Ready for action. Now I need to change. Do you think you could wait for me here? I'll be quick."
"Okay," Jack grinned. "But you gotta hurry, Ongie. Before Lewis needs to go to work!"
"He promised me that he'd wait for you, so I wouldn't worry, little wolf," I chuckled. "But I'll be quick."
"Like five seconds?"
"How about 60 seconds?"
"Ongie, that's like five billion minutes!"
"I promise I'll be quick!"
I sprinted to the room where Susie's housekeeper had put my things and grabbed my swimsuit. It was a simple black singlet. Sure, the neckline was low and it left my back pretty bare but it wasn't provocative surely? It even came with a black sarong!
I was fiddling with my sarong, mindful of the impatient toddler waiting for me when I heard a soft knock.
"I'm almost done, honey!" I chuckled, tying the knot of my sarong. The door creaked open behind me and I tutted. "Sweetie, please wait for me to say come in before you open the door."
"I think I can open whichever doors I want in my own home," a deep voice rumbled and I spun around to come face to face with Toto.
"Mr Wolff," I breathed. "I'm sorry, I thought you were Jack."
"He's in the living room watching Paw Patrol," Toto said softly, stepping closer to me until my legs hit the side of the bathtub.
"Well, I'll take him down to the beach now," I said shakily.
"Is that what you're wearing?" Toto asked flatly, raising an eyebrow.
"Y-yes," I said. "As I said, not provocative at all."
"I disagree," he said, his hand coming up to run across my collarbone. "Perhaps you are unaware of the effect you have on men."
"I have no effect on men," I mumbled, shaking slightly. "I can wear a shirt over this…"
Toto's hand suddenly undid my sarong, tearing it away until my hips were bare. I yelped softly, my hands flying to cover my bare thighs.
"You're a very voluptuous woman," Toto observed, fingers skating up my thigh and across my hip. "Sensible of you to wear a wrap."
"Sir, I- I-" I said through shaky breaths.
"I'd suggest a loose overshirt, though," he said lowly, his thumb trailing up my ribcage under my breast until he circled my nipple that pebbled against the thin material of my bathing suit. I whimpered softly, confused. Aroused.
Suddenly, he pulled away.
"Have fun," Toto smirked and quietly as he'd come, he was gone.
What the fuck is going on?
***
"Why do you somehow look tenser than you were fifteen minutes ago?" Lewis laughed as we walked down the beach. Jack was running along the shoreline, shrieking at the cold water and trying to coax Roscoe into the water. Roscoe was not having it. He looked as tense as I felt.
I remembered the feeling of Toto's fingers on my body. How wet I still was.
What do I do? Report him? No one would ever believe me.
Tell Susie? She wouldn't believe me either. She'd probably be angrier with me than him.
I wouldn't believe myself.
"I'm just starting to wonder if I was maybe a little impulsive about all this," I said absently.
"Did Toto say something to you?" Lewis asked, suddenly concerned. "I can talk to him if you need."
"No, no, no, I guess I'm just feeling the pressure of pleasing a man like Toto Wolff," I sighed.
"If Toto didn't like you or what you're doing, he'd tell you," Lewis shrugged. "Has he said anything like that?"
"No," I sighed. "He actually said that he likes talking to me."
"Then he meant that," Lewis said simply. "For what it's worth, I like talking to you too."
"I mean, we haven't exactly had a Socratic dialogue," I teased.
"We don't have to," Lewis said. "You talk to me like I'm…human."
"You're an incredibly talented human but human nonetheless," I shrugged. "I just feel like it'd be weird and dehumanising to fawn all over you. Besides, I get the feeling that some people can only see you as human if they think of your achievements."
"Even then, they don't see me," he said softly.
"It must be exhausting," I said, keeping my eyes on Jack as he wiggled his toes in the wet sand. Sure I was watching Jack but I equally didn't want Lewis to feel observed.
"Getting booed at every race, hearing the slurs, the digs they take at me," he sighed, shaking his head. "It makes me want to quit."
"But you don't want to let them win," I nodded. "You want to let all the other black and brown kids know there's room for them."
"You've seen my interviews?" He asked, smiling slightly.
"I don't need to," I laughed. "The design world is dominated by old racist white men that still think African design begins and ends with a pattern. I had to prevail. Because it wasn't just about me."
"Still we rise," he said resolutely.
"Still we rise," I agreed, shooting him a smile. I felt so comfortable with him. So seen.
His fingers brushed against mine as we walked tentatively and I nudged his back. Taking the hint, he threaded our fingers and it felt right.
I thought about telling him that I wasn't allowed to date as per my mercurial and perplexing boss but I stopped myself. He was just holding my hand. It didn't have to mean anything.
It probably didn't mean anything. Going from dating Nicole Scherzinger to me? Yeah, right.
"Is Lewis your boyfriend now?" Jack asked curiously, suddenly standing in front of us with his big blue eyes on our clasped hands. I tried to pull my hand away but Lewis held on tight with a chuckle.
"Yeah, buddy," he laughed. "You did a good job bringing me Ongie."
"Nice!" Jack grinned. "And then you're gonna get married and have a baby, just like mummy and Papi."
My mind went through a speedrun of dating and marrying Lewis. Kissing him, feeling those large calloused hands on my body as we tried to bring a new life into the world. It was at that point that my mind short-circuited.
"I'm joking, Jack," Lewis laughed gleefully. "We shouldn't tell jokes like that, I think they scare Ongie."
"More than you can imagine," I mumbled, face hot.
"She's my friend, that is a girl," Lewis clarified. "How's that?"
"Okay," Jack shrugged. "And you're both my friends!"
"Definitely, little wolf," I smiled, stroking my thumb across Jack's cheek.
"Can we go home? My feet are tired and cold," Jack said, pouting slightly.
"Of course, honey," I tutted sympathetically. "Do you want me to carry you?"
"I'll carry him," Lewis volunteered, already picking Jack up. "We walked a pretty long way."
Jack fell asleep in Lewis's arms, his head on Lewis's shoulders and I thanked my lucky stars that it was still early in the afternoon. Just enough time for Jack to go down for his nap and be up in time for dinner.
Lewis walked back to the house with me, handing Jack back to me as we entered.
"Thank you for carrying him," I smiled.
"Least I could do for my little buddy," he shrugged with a grin. "I guess I'll see you around."
"Yeah, definitely," I nodded, a bit too eagerly. "Here, in the paddock…"
"Really?" Lewis asked, face lighting up. He took my phone from my pocket and entered his number once I unlocked it. "We're in Melbourne tomorrow and then there's a two-week break. We should hang out."
"I don't know…"
"She might be a little too busy with Jack," Toto's voice suddenly came.
"I'll- I'll just go put Jack down," I said softly, walking quickly out of the front room.
"He'll need his teddy," Toto said after me and I nodded shakily. "Thanks for playing with Jack, Lewis. He just adores you."
"Not a problem," Lewis said lightly. "It was nice to get to know Ongie, too. You've got a knack for hiring good people, Toto."
"Yes, she's very special, isn't she?" Toto said, that undercurrent coming into his voice again. "See you in Melbourne."
The dismissal was clear and I could hear Lewis reluctantly leave.
That left Toto and me. Alone.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my door open to hear if Jack woke up but mostly because I didn't know what else to do. I picked up my phone to text Lewis but I found myself at a loss for what to say.
I stared at the bare and brand new chat for what felt like ages. Should I be casual? Witty? Should I apologize for Toto being…Toto?
"Seems like you've made a new friend," Toto said from the doorway, making me jump, my phone nearly flying out of my hands. "You seem tense."
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"You startled me, that's all," I said hoarsely.
"The house is so quiet when Susie is away," he nodded. "She had to fly back to the UK. Something at the factory needed attention. She may join us in Melbourne."
"Oh," I said dumbly.
Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Toto asked softly. "Something you'd rather that I didn't hear from Jack about your outing."
"Jack was perfectly safe and well-behaved-"
"You know that's not what I was talking about," Toto smirked.
"Lewis is… he's a lovely person-"
"Ongie."
"He thought I looked tense and tried to give me a massage," I said weakly. "And he- we held hands."
"You're attracted to him," Toto said.
"No," I said softly, lip quivering.
"Don't lie to me," Toto said firmly and I swallowed hard.
"I won't do anything," I said. "Jack comes first."
Toto walked slowly towards me, towering over me where I sat. He tilted his head slightly as he looked down at me and I lowered my gaze, helpless under his commanding presence.
He stroked a finger down the side of my face and I sighed, my eyes fluttering closed. His finger stroked my lips gently before he switched to his thumb which pressed past my lips. My lips fell open slightly and his thumb was in my mouth, tasting vaguely of coffee no doubt spilt. I whimpered softly and almost unwittingly sucked on the digit.
And Toto's hand cracked across my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he gripped my face. I kept my eyes down, lips quivering against my tears.
"Stupid girl," he sneered softly.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't mean to. I didn't think he'd look twice at me."
"You don't let him touch you again. Ever," Toto growled, his hand moving to grip my throat. "Or any man for that matter."
"Yes, sir," I gasped. My cunt throbbed traitorously as I whimpered softly. "I'm sorry!"
Toto looked down at me for a long moment, his hand tightening around my neck. My hand was on his wrist but I didn't struggle, my body limp in submission.
"I knew it when I saw you," he smirked. "You need this. Someone to make you be a good girl. You're not the boss anymore, I am."
"Yes, sir," I whimpered.
"You're wet, aren't you?" Toto smirked and I let out a soft sob. "Answer me, schatzi."
"Y-yes," I sobbed. "I'm sorry, please don't fire me."
"Why would I do that? Things just got interesting," Toto chuckled darkly.
"I can't," I said helplessly. "You're married."
"Let me worry about that," Toto purred. "Your only concern from now on is pleasing me."
"If- if I refuse?" I sniffed.
"Are you refusing?" He smiled.
I remained silent. Who knows what could come of my refusal?
"Don't worry," he said softly. "This will be good for you. There is a punishment waiting for you tonight but I can promise that if you behave if you're good for me, I'll make you see stars."
"Why are you doing this?" I whispered, his touch lighting my nerves alight.
"My appetites… I love Susie but she is the mother of my son. I can't take her over my knee or slap her," he said. "I have needs."
"I might not be able to fulfil your needs," I said quietly.
He simply smiled and let go of my neck. I suppressed a whimper of protest.
"Tonight will be the deciding factor," he said firmly. "For now, it's time to get started on dinner."
And quiet as he came, he was gone.
My panties were drenched, my chat with Lewis forgotten before it began.
"Ongie?" Came Jack's groggy voice, sounding on the verge of tears. I always hated waking up alone too.
"Coming, little wolf," I called back.
Back to work, business as usual.