you, ” I say.
“ We
need to talk, son. ”
Son.
“ Yeah, ” I say.
“ Open
the door, right now, ” his
voice growls.
“ Please,
Jake, ” another voice adds.
Rebecca, my mother.
“ You
realize this is a bathroom? ” I ask.
“ You
understand this is my house! ” Thomas yells.
I nod.
I walk to the door and drop my
towel. I cup my dick with my right hand and open the bathroom door.
I ’ m
met with wide eyes and gasps.
My mother turns her head.
Thomas looks at me. Like really
looks at me.
Jealous, man?
“ What? ” I ask. “ I can ’ t
take a fucking shower? ”
“ Get
dressed, ” Thomas says. “ We need to talk. ”
“ I
heard you the first time. My clothes are in my room. Well, I guess it ’ s your room, Thomas. Since it is
your house. ”
Thomas leans in. “ I don ’ t quite understand why you ’ re here, Jake. ”
“ Neither
do I, ” I say. “ Ask Rebecca … she ’ s the one who went bareback with a biker. ”
My mother gasps and shudders.
I push by Thomas and move my hand.
I let my dick swing free as I walk down the hall. I can ’ t help but wonder what would happen if Jade came
out of her room right now. Her eyes and face would give everything we ’ ve done away probably.
I get in my room and grab some
clothes. I don ’ t have anything
unpacked, just a couple of bags on the floor. I ’ m
ready to go in two seconds if I need to.
At the bottom of the stairs, Thomas
and Rebecca are waiting. Thomas with a hand in his pocket, a nice suit on, the
other hand around Rebecca ’ s
waist. I look around, waiting for the SWAT team to appear and take me down.
“ I
can handle this, ” Thomas
says to Rebecca. He kisses her cheek and pushes her away.
“ Please,
Jake, ” Rebecca pleads. “ Just …”
“ Just
go, ” I snap at her.
She ’ s
such a pushover.
“ Where
to? ” I ask Thomas.
“ Come, ” he says.
We walk down a hall toward the
business area of the massive house. The wing has offices, employees, rooms for
employees to stay in with beds. There ’ s
even a fully stocked kitchen. Like a business center within a house.
Thomas stops at a door labeled
CONFERENCE 3 and opens the door.
There ’ s
a man sitting there in a suit. Short, fat, he stands up and takes a pair of
glasses off his round face.
“ This
way, ” Thomas says.
I take a seat and Thomas sits
across from me.
“ This
is Mr. Hendlenmen, ” Thomas
says. “ A good friend and a
great lawyer. ”
“ Lawyer? ” I ask.
“ Jake,
you need to be properly defended, ” the lawyer says to me.
“ For? ”
“ Your
adventure last night, ” Thomas says. “ Fighting.
Almost hitting an officer. Spending the night in jail. You think just because
you were let out means it goes away? ”
“ It
was just a fight, ” I say.
“ Could
be more, ” the lawyer says. “ I have to get the statement from
the other party and figure out his intentions. ”
“ Intentions? ” I ask.
“ This
could be high profile, ” Thomas says. “ With my
wealth … and my marriage to
your mother …”
“ You
think the guy is going to sue? ” I ask.
“ Better
to take precautions, ” the
lawyer says.
“ You ’ re paying this guy in advance? ” I ask. “ That ’ s
a waste of money. ”
“ Mr.
Hendlenmen is on retainer, ” Thomas says. “ So he ’ s here for good reason. We ’ re going to protect you, Jake. ”
“ You ’ re protecting your image, ” I say. “ It was a bar fight. ”
“ Accounts
I have, ” the lawyer says, “ state you were taking advantage
of a woman in the bathroom. Three men came to her rescue and you physically
assaulted them. ”
Thomas stares me down.
I let out a long sigh. “ Wow. Can I confess the truth
now? ”
“ Please, ” Thomas says.
“ Taking
advantage? Of what? She was fucking horny. She groaned when I touched her
pussy. And fuck, I was going to go down on her until she screamed my name. ”
Thomas jumps back in his seat. “ Jake …”
“ No, ” I