we will always fight for power
Austin
It's almost 05:30 am when I arrive back at my parent's penthouse. I quickly shower, change and heat the breakfast that Mrs. Jones has left for me in the freezer. The meeting got over late at night and even though dad wasn't super excited about the idea of it, I seemed to be thrilled. This was my only shot at bagging this opportunity. Thus, as much as I didn't want to leave the resort, I had to. I hardly got much sleep because of a single chained thought looped inside my head, I decided to take it off in the gym before my flight back to the resort.
I quickly eat my breakfast and drink the mixed fruit juice in a gulp. I walk up to my room and check my bag again. I make sure I have everything I need and I head outside, making a call to Samuel to see if my flight's ready.
"Sam?" I say as he picks up.
"Flight is on schedule sir, I'm waiting for you downstairs."
"Great." I smile internally. "I'll be there in 10."
I keep the letter I wrote inside the envelope that says 'MOM' and I rest that on the coffee table in front of the couch. She likes the old-school gestures and no matter how badly she wanted to talk to me yesterday, we couldn't find the time. She's still asleep now and I have to leave.
"All the love only for your mother, huh?" I shivered as I turned around and saw Dad sitting on the kitchen aisle with a mug in his hand. He gestured to the other mug in front of him. I glanced at my watch and looked back at him. "Drink," he ordered and I rolled my eyes, making my way to him.
I sat on the chair opposite him and I held the mug. I smelled the coffee and this was not something Mrs. Jones made, this was all dad. I grinned as I sipped coffee made from the hands of the man who taught me how to make coffee in the first place.
Beverage tip: Never drink hot coffee after cold mixed fruit juice.
I tried to brush away nausea beginning to grow from the tip of my tongue to the pit of my stomach. Three sips later, my tongue adjusted to the taste.
"You still write handwritten letters for your mother but you cannot spare time to drink coffee with me?" He shook his head glancing at me. "I'm officially hurt."
I chuckled. "My bad, I'm sorry."
"I heard she's back." He sipped into his coffee and I stared at him, blankly. This is why I dodge my dad all the time. "Is she the reason why you have that happy smile on your face and the red flush on your cheeks?"
"Who told you?" I frowned at him.
"Aiden told your mom and she told me." Dad took another sip and I closed my eyes. Stupid Aiden.
Ever since Izz left, mom has been perpetually fretting at me to go and meet her or talk to her once. Although I assured her so many times that I am perfectly alright in my life, she seemed to ignore that and began challenging me so I'd talk to Izz once. When they finally gave up, she challenged me saying that if and when Isabella Cosmo ever enters my life again, it will affect me and I kept denying that.
"Did you just lose a bet to your mother?" Dad chuckled as he sipped into his coffee again.
I groaned. "No, I did not. I'm happy because of yesterday's meeting, not because she's in town." I lied shaking my head.
"Right. Bullshit." Dad smirked at me. "We'll get to know when we come back to Frankfurt, you know that right?"
"Yeah whatever," I gulped the last of Dad's coffee and stood up. "Text me when you guys are leaving."
I picked up my bag and glanced at my phone again. It was almost 06:00 am and I checked my bag remembering that I'd forgotten to keep my laptop charger. I rushed into my room and brought it back, rolling it so it can fit inside the bag.
"What you did yesterday was stupid," Dad said still drinking his coffee. "Deciding to buy Steinem was the least of our concerns, Austin. Especially when you know she's running the same race. She's not going to be happy."
"It's not about her." I shook my head. It was completely about her. I cracked this whole deal to rage her up. But there's still time for the documents to be signed and for the deal to be finalized so I'm not telling her anything.
"Bullshit," Dad caught my bluff for the second time, smiling to himself. "I don't want to be a part of this battle but you're poking her now."
"I know what I'm doing," I muttered pulling my bag to my shoulders.
"Do you, really?" He called as I walked towards the door.
"Yes," I nodded. "Take care, dad."
He chuckled again, "Text me when you land and send me pictures of Shay."
"Will do," I called back as I closed the door behind me.
The flight back home wasn't that exciting. The thing about private jets is that there is no one you'd have to talk to except the attenders and the captain himself. I smiled at the flirts the air hostess threw at me. She's Jason's favorite girl on air. I remember how they utilize time so well every time we use the jet. She didn't interact much with me when she realized I'm not how Jason Cody functions.
I watched the sky for about thirty minutes, thinking about the amazing sex I had before getting onto this plane. The scenes just flashed through my eyes. I had just lived my all-time fantasy. I knew she liked the rough approach the first time I let it slip out. It was the best moment of my life.
I remember her eyes in the mirror of the women's room when I let the arrogance in me succumb to how good it felt being close to her again. I had a weak moment but by the time I pulled back, I saw how she craved it. Every part of her craved it.
Flashes of yesterday's events screen in front of my eyes. The way she obeyed me, the way she let go and let me take complete control just kept playing like a spiral in my head. Blood rushes to my manhood and I shift in my seat because just the thought of it has turned me on. I remember her moans, so much louder than last time. Her back arching as she gripped the sheets and close her eyes as her head fell back. Eight years of inaction was worth the wait. But I don't think I can stop myself now. I don't think I can hold back and I know for a fact that she doesn't want me to.
I cross my ankle on the other knee to hide the erection. If the rough, merciless way of physical love is her kink, she's in for a dangerous ride.
I'm done being kind to her. Heck, she herself doesn't want me to be kind to her. I glance at my watch as I begin to grow impatient. The first thing I want to do after we touch down is drag her to a quiet place and fill it with her screams.
