The pile of books before me was huge. Since I moved into this apartment two weeks ago, I haven't had the time to arrange them. I should have gotten rid of them by now, given my new bad-girl lifestyle, and all. I mean, how many bad girls read books or had libraries? But every single book I owned meant something important to me. Reading had been one of my favorite hobbies before I dumped my good-girl lifestyle, and started fucking strangers. But now, I couldn't even remember the last time I read something that wasn't work.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed in the back pocket of my jean shorts. I let out a sigh. It was my day off work, and I intended to take care of some personal stuff, including arranging these books. The phone kept vibrating against my ass. It was probably my boss. Sometimes, he had me working on my off days if emergencies came up. He paid a lot, too, for such emergencies.
I pulled out my phone and saw that I was right. He was the one calling. But I had no desire to deal with any emergencies right now. Gosh! The phone kept ringing and ringing, making me super uncomfortable. What was most annoying was that he could easily replace me with someone who could deal with the emergencies. It was no secret that many people would kill for my job. Answer it, Maddison. It's what you signed up for.
Screw it. I cleared my throat before hitting the answer button.
"Hello, Sir," I said, moving towards the glass windows of the room. I gazed at the view of the street.
"Hi, Maddison," he said, his voice filling my ear. "I need you to take care of something."
Just as I'd thought. I ran my eyes through my blood-red nails as he continued. But something else was on my mind. His big dick. Ever since he, and his step-sister fucked me in his office, it had been difficult for me to talk to him or look at him without remembering how his dick had almost torn my pussy.
"Are you familiar with the concept of business strategies?"
"Umm, yes. I am. I even own a best-seller book on business strategies," I said, trying to discard the image in my head of his enormous cock. He was so fucking good at acting like nothing had happened between us. In fact, he'd gone back to barely staring at me after fucking me. I wondered if scenes from the incidents ever flashed in his head like they did in mine.
"I want you to prepare a presentation for me with some materials I will send to your email. Your understanding of business strategies will help you. It's very urgent. If it weren't, I wouldn't be calling you on your day off."
Isn't it always, I thought to myself. Anyway, I'd use the fat pay as compensation, and keep on ruminating on how he'd fucked me. I felt a shiver in my pussy as I remembered how hard I'd cum on that day.
"I'll be expecting the documents, Sir, so that I can get to them right away."
"Alright. I will be expecting the presentation by tomorrow evening."
He ended the call, and I sighed, glancing at the heap of my scattered books. Stacking them on the shelf would have to wait another day. I had to find the book I claimed to have on business strategies. It had been given to me by a friend of my former boss, and I'd only read one chapter out of everything. I crouched, scouring for the book amid the mountain of novels staring me in the face.
Then it hit me. Tristan, my ex-boyfriend, had borrowed it from me when we were dating and had not returned it. Fuck! I sank to the floor, kicking one of the books away in frustration. I'd promised myself to avoid anything that had to do with that cheating bastard. How the fuck could I have forgotten to get the book back from him? Fuck it! Now, I had to use the Internet to access good materials on business strategies or do something I'd sworn I'd never do: go to Tristan's house and collect my book. No! I couldn't. I didn't think I could bear to look him in the face. The images of me walking in on him fucking his neighbor flashed in my head. Fuck! I kicked away yet another book. Thinking about him always reminded me of how stupid I was. Playing the loyal girlfriend till he screwed me over. Living a boring life while my friends were fucking everything that walked. Fuck you, Tristan, I cursed under my breath.
I had to make a decision fast. It was either that I used the Internet or drove down to Tristan's house to collect what was mine. You know what? The internet will do for now. Rising to my feet, I proceeded to the sitting room where my laptop was lying on one of the sofas. I sat down and opened it. Emails from Daniel popped up on the screen as soon as I turned on my Internet.
I began surfing the Web for good materials on business strategies. But within a few minutes, frustration kicked in. I wasn't seeing anything as good as the first chapter of that book. Maybe I wasn't searching hard enough. I groaned. I didn't want to have to go to Tristan's house; I knew the bastard's heart would probably jump in joy if he saw me. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction. A few weeks ago, he'd stalked me on social media until I blocked him.
Tapping on my keyboard in frustration, I opened yet another website. Still, I wasn't seeing anything better than the book. Daniel expected me to turn in the presentation tomorrow. There wasn't enough time for me to keep searching the Web. It was better to swallow my anger and go collect what was mine. I didn't have to change my clothes, since I expected it to be a really short visit. The t-shirt and jean shorts I was wearing were decent enough to go out in. I found my keys and headed for the door. Damn you Tristan, I cursed under my breath.
***
The drive to Tristan's house was way shorter than I thought it would be. I'd spent the entire time reimagining his cheating scene, and angry at myself for not leaving him sooner. Now, I stood before the door of his apartment; I hesitated before knocking. If the bastard wasn't living here anymore, then I would have to forget about the book. But there was no way in hell that I would reach out to him on social media for it! No way! Maybe this was better. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and to my greatest surprise, another man was framed at the door. A man I knew too well. He gazed down at my body, surprise in his eyes.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he said in his usual husky tone, making me shudder.
The tone of his voice had always had an intense effect on me. And seeing him now just reminded me of it. He was Jack, Tristan's cocky older brother.
"I thought you and Tristan were done," he said, folding his arms.
He had the same brown eyes as Tristan and the same dark brown hair. But he was taller and more handsome. His blue t-shirt totally accentuated his muscled body; he'd always been more brawny than Tristan.
Collecting myself, I practiced my reply in my head. "Is Tristan around?" I said curtly, trying to sound as indifferent as I could. The brother of my enemy was supposed to be my enemy, even if he was handsome.
"Why are you looking for him?"
"That's none of your business," I retorted.
He chuckled and then smirked.
"Seems like you've become feisty. Nice! I mean, who would have guessed that soft, loyal Maddie would develop a combative bone in her?" he said.
My stomach churned. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face. He was still the same old sharp-tongued bastard.
"Anyway, you looking for Tristan is my business. He isn't the only one living here, and you know that. As a matter of fact, I pay more of the rent than he does. But you also know this, seeing as you did cover some of his bills in the past."
With the way his eyes roamed over me, I could tell that he was checking me out. It got me excited, and annoyed at the same time. Excited because I'd always considered him very attractive. From all I could remember, he frequented brothels and nightclubs, pounding everything in skirts. On the other hand, I was annoyed because he was always a bad influence on Tristan. But I didn't see it till I caught Tristan fucking his neighbor.
"I need to speak to him," I said, determined to get the book I came for and return to my house.
"And I've already asked your reason for this? Why do you wish to see him, Maddie? If you don't answer my question, I'd have to ask you to leave and never show your face here again. Like I said, this is my apartment and I can do as I please."
"Why I want to see him doesn't concern you, Jack. It's between Tristan and me."
"But he's my brother. For all I know, you might be here to get revenge for what he did to you."
"I'm over him, Jack. I'm neither here for revenge nor to discuss the past."
"Then why can't you tell me what it is?"
"Because it doesn't concern you."
"I think I've tried, Maddie. Now, here's what's gonna happen: I'm going to go back inside and slam the door in your face. Then, you can crawl back to wherever you came from."
"Do you have to be a dick all the time?" I said, hating his guts and still finding it exciting.
"You're using strong language, too. I guess Tristan was right. You really have changed."
So, they'd been talking about me? I felt so fucking proud of myself. It was nice to know that they knew that I was no longer the same Maddie they used to know.
"I gave your brother a book, but he never returned it. And now, I need it. That's what I am here for."
"How am I sure that you're telling the truth? Maybe such a book doesn't exist. Maybe, it's just your excuse to see him and fulfill your real mission here."
"You can call him to ask. It's a book on business strategies."
Surprisingly, he leaned forward and gripped a strand of my blonde hair. I shuddered again.
"If anyone had told me that you'd look so fucking sexy as a blonde, I would have bet against it."
A lump formed in my throat. I didn't like how close he stood to me. And even though I loved to deny it, there had always been some sexual tension between us. I'd been madly in love with Tristan and had never really given a long thought to my feelings about Jack.
"Is he in?" I said, pulling my hair away from him. I didn't come here to fraternize with the enemy. I just wanted my book.
"He isn't around."
"You should have said that when I first asked you. You just wanted to waste my time." I let out an angry breath. It was bad enough that that cheating son of a bitch had not returned it, now he wasn't even around to give it back.
"I didn't want to kill the fun, Maddie. Besides, I wanted to feed my eyes on your new look to confirm Tristan's description of your new life."
"When is he returning?" I asked. I couldn't stay here any longer. I couldn't have him knowing that I was enjoying his attention a little bit too much.
"I have no idea. As you know, I've never been my brother's keeper. But it's really nice to see you, Maddie. You look sexy as fuck. Even I wouldn't think twice before fucking you if I were a stranger. But that doesn't mean that I didn't always find you fuckable."
My heart beat faster than I could control, my lips trembling. Coming here was actually a bad idea.
"You're blushing," he said, embarrassing me. "I always knew I had an effect on you, but I didn't know it still existed after you broke up with Tristan. And speaking of your breakup with Tristan, I don't think it was such a bad thing. I mean, it brought out the bad girl in you. If you hadn't caught him banging your neighbor, you would have remained the soft, loyal, stupid Maddie."
"Watch it, Jack," I blurted out, my blood boiling. "I don't appreciate you insulting me. I'm not here to talk about your cheating brother. I'm only here for my book. Can I come in and look for it? It's really urgent."
"Well, if you ask nicely, I might consider it."
"Fine, Jack. Please, can I come in and get my book?"
"That's better. Follow me."
