Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(12)

Maybe this was my chance to repay her. As much as I didn’t want anything to do with Carter, I knew that I had to suck it up and do this for her. This was as much her situation as it was his, though having that prototype phone did make the stakes a bit lower.

It was hard to figure out what the right thing was. I knew that I wasn’t going to tell on them or anything crazy like that, since being disloyal to my mom seemed like the worst thing imaginable for me to do, but I wasn’t ever going to be happy with having Carter around all the time.

Still, I could get used to staring at his shirtless body, covered in sweat . . .

I climbed out of the pool an hour later, tired from swimming laps, but still surprisingly frustrated.

I toweled off and headed inside. I had a convenient little entrance on the side of my wing that led right up into my living area, and so I didn’t see a single person on my way back. It was almost like I lived in the enormous house all alone.

I headed up the steps and into my apartment, squeezing my hair off into a towel. I tossed it into the little laundry room and headed into my bedroom, not paying much attention to what I was doing, whistling a little song.

Before I could leave and head into the bathroom for a shower, a box caught my eye. I looked at it and stopped in my tracks. On my bed was a gift, wrapped in black wrapping paper with a white bow. I slowly walked over to it, not sure what the hell it was doing there.

I picked it up but there was no card. I pulled open the string, removed the bow, and tore open the paper. The box was plain and white. I lifted off the lid, my heart beating fast, and found a card on top of some tissue paper.

I opened it up and read, excitement pooling between my legs. For when you want to call me Daddy. – C

I bit my lip and opened the tissue paper. Inside was black lingerie, a one-piece lacy thing that wouldn’t leave very much to the imagination. I stared at it, totally appalled at his audacity, and almost threw it across the room.

Anger built up inside me. That * thought he could just send me lingerie whenever he wanted to. Just because he was rich, didn’t mean he could do whatever he wanted. I wanted to tear it up and destroy it, but before I let myself give in to that, I noticed something else that I totally overlooked when I first took out the lingerie.

It was a pair of handcuffs.

I stared at them for a second before bursting out in laughter. They were pink and fuzzy, the sort of things you saw in the movies, and couldn’t have been meant for anything but a joke. I laughed and felt the tension completely leave me as I tossed the lingerie back into the box.

As I turned to head into the bathroom, an insane idea hit me. I went and grabbed that prototype phone, scrolling through the apps, and found Snapchat. Sure enough, Carter’s profile was in there, ready for me.

Smiling a huge, devilish smile, I grabbed the lingerie, pulled up Snapchat, and headed into the bathroom.

He wanted to mess with me? Fine, he could mess with me all he wanted. But I wasn’t going to sit back and just take it. I was going to strike back and show that arrogant bastard what I was made of.





8





Carter





It was a morning like every other morning as I went into my office to go through my emails. I had to respond to the ambassador from Kenya soon about my clean water initiative, and there were shareholders that wanted more information about upcoming product launches. Sometimes, I wondered why the hell I wanted to be more involved with my company, but I knew the answer to that.

I wasn’t the kind of man to step down. I liked control and I needed to be the one steering the ship at my own company. Maybe I hired great CEOs to help with the business stuff, but at the end of the day I was the founder and everything came through me. There were plenty of tech founders that didn’t want much to do with the day-to-day business operations, but I wasn’t that kind of guy. I couldn’t just step aside. Unfortunately, it wasn’t in my nature.

It was late afternoon by the time I finally surfaced from my work, surprised that the day had slipped by. I missed lunch, of course, which was a big surprise. I sighed, rubbing my temples, and took my phone from my desk drawer where I had it turned off. I powered it back up and scrolled through my messages.

There were the usual texts from work associates, most of them not worth responding to. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed that I had a Snapchat from someone. I opened the app and went to look at my Snaps.

It was from Emily. A smile spread across my face. It was probably going to be a picture of her flipping me off and burning that little joke present I left for her, but that was okay. I wanted her to know that I could give her things if she wanted them, things she never imagined. And not just objects, either. I knew that I could work her body like she’d never felt before. She was used to idiot college guys, but I was older and way more experienced than them. They probably came in ten seconds after feeling her tight silky cunt wrapped around their little baby cocks. I could show her how a real man f*cks, all she had to do was give in to me.

I opened the snap and stared, wide-eyed at what I saw. The timer was set to ten seconds, and so I had ten seconds to stare.

It was Emily wearing the lingerie I bought for her, handcuffs dangling from her one wrist. She looked perfect, f*cking gorgeous. The lacy one-piece clung to her body, barely covering her full breasts. My cock was instantly hard as I stared at her thick lips, her perfect tits, her * barely covered by the lace.