Runner's Prize
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Chapter 13
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
Come bright and early Monday, while marching through the main reception area, I wore the smile of a conquering hero. First, I’d kept my promise; we’d shared a shower ... mine. As her nails clawed my back, my powerful thrusting had driven Daniella’s shuddering, wailing frame high up its sudsy tiles. Second, we had slept, but I awoke to wet softness gliding over my morning wood and twinkling eyes in the earliest dim rays of sunlight. So, yeah, she’d enjoyed her first protein breakfast shake, and, groaning like a mad fool with every pulse, I’d damn well enjoyed providing it.
“Could really get used to having her around,” I muttered with a grin while heading for my office.
Ah, but dad awaited. No calls from him. Not a single text, but he had to know about her. Then again, we were supposed to be focused on the upcoming trip. Perhaps it had slipped his mind. I snorted. Nope, not his style; he awaited the right time to bring it up.
No matter, the image of sleek, gleaming curves sliding from the sheets to prepare our coffee, a smile on her face as she sashayed into the sunlight kept my pulse racing. Simplicity: she belonged with me, and I belonged with her.
“So, fuck you, dad,” I mumbled, passing still-darkened cubicles.
At Eliza’s sudden appearance, popping up from one of them, I jerked with surprise. She was early. Caught in the dim sun sneaking around the frame of a distant window, her hazel eyes twinkled. While sweeping fingers through white-blonde tresses, pushing them behind reddening ears, she flashed me a smile.
“Uh, good morning, Tigh.” She scanned the nearby cubes, all still empty. “H-How are you?”
“Dunno yet.” With a chuckle, I lifted a cup of coffee from the lobby cafe. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh, me? Um, okay. Look, sorry I haven’t called.” She glanced towards my office at the far end of the floor. “Or stopped by ... uh, after—”
“How’s Paul?”
At my abrupt interruption, her cheeks flooded with crimson. When all she did was gulp, slim mouth glimmering under fresh lipstick, I grinned. Duh, did she think I hadn’t noticed? Not the post-coital slip, but her hanging around with him. After a slow nod, I turned, ready to step away.
“H-He...” Smacking her lips, she gave me a quick inspection. My chest tightened when her eyes found mine once more. Such hunger. “Uh, we broke up.”
“Sorry to hear that, Eliza.” And I was. They’d seemed happy enough together.
“Um, could we—”
“No.” After shaking my head, I took a sip. “I’ve got a girlfriend now.”
As the words left my mouth, my pulse thundered. Despite the little blonde’s trembling and the quiver in her lower lip, neither affected me. After a nod, I strode for my office.
To her, of all people, I’d said the word aloud, “girlfriend.” My smile widened. No trivial declaration: it steeled my core ... and warmed my heart.
Which is what I needed later that morning, standing across his desk from my father. He’d waited through the usual eight o’clock meeting, but signaled for me to follow him, then asked one question, “Who’s the skirt?”
After I’d told him about Daniella, adding she’d be accompanying me to Europe, his reaction had matched my imagination. Face a dark, scowling mask, dad had rocked forward in a tall-backed, black leather chair.
“Married?” A heavy sigh left him. “You fucking mad, son? An older woman, no less. Jesus Christ! And want this woman ... For her to go with you?”
“Yes.” At my side, both fists were so tight my arms shook.
“What? As some kind of sex kitten? Gonna show off her tits to Juergen? Hot little Latina gonna keep you warm at night?” With a groan, he rubbed his temples. “Fuck! At least, that I could understand. Guessin’ she’s pretty enough. But ... as your girlfriend? You just met her. You’re fucking insane, Tigh.”
“I’m not.” After a smack of my lips, I cleared my throat. It kinda helped. “Daniella means a lot to me, dad.”
While my pulse roared, the universe became nothing but his deepening glare and the soft creaks as he rocked in the chair. After a glance out the windows across the city, he reclined in the squeaking leather. With a slow breath, he clenched his hands together on the desktop.
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m not authorizing this. You could use the time away from this witch. Besides, I thought you were fucking that cute little blonde?”
“I did.” I shrugged; with Eliza, it had been nothing more than just that. “But only because I missed Daniella. I have her now ... and she has me.”
“Has you? Really? What the—”
“Fine, dad,” I growled, cutting him off with my voice and the flick of a hand. “Get somebody else to lead the damn team.”
With that, I spun on my heel. Yes, it had been my trump card. He had no other person to lead it. Only himself, and he’d planned a little vacation to Aruba with his latest ... company; both young women sported big hair, big smiles, and huge tits. Oh, my chest was a steel drum, and the room kept pulsing, but the card lay on the table before him.
I made it a grand total of two steps.
“Wait! Wait, Goddamnit, Tigh.” The chair groaned as he surged from it. “This woman means that much to you? Really?”
“Yes. Told you that,” I replied, still facing the exit.
When he appeared beside me, for the first time in my life, I realized how small he was. Strange, huh? Also, that he understood the mistake he’d made. Though narrowed, his eyes declared that fact.
“She have a passport?” he muttered.
“Her name’s Daniella.”
“Fine. Does Daniella have—”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, son.”
Although his mouth stayed open as if to add more, he ended up only shaking his head. After a slow gulp, he headed back to his desk, and as I continued towards the door, the chair creaked.
Alright, Arturo, and now the second battle won.
More complicated, the next struggle intensified, encompassing the rest of the morning. An airline screw-up meant rushed meetings and frustrated phone calls to hammer out arrangements for our new flight the next day. In the end, both the Frankfurt arrival and discussion schedule had to shift to the right, bumping Berlin and Copenhagen into the following days.
Yet, despite all that, a smiley and heart emoji from Daniella after I’d told her of my victory over dad kept me smiling. Something to be said for the power of ... whatever bonded us together.