Loving The Enemy - Page 17/60

There was no point in dwelling on it now. With my new position in life, a man like him would have no use for me except one, in which I had no interest. He seems the type that would want a respectable woman on his arm when he settles down. Someone who would add to his influence in the business world. Not the daughter of an embarrassed businessman who’d took the coward’s way out and was now the laughing stock of the known world.

I pushed my self pity aside and eased open the door to the dark room where my mother was asleep, buried under the covers as if even here, in slumber, she was trying to shield herself from the rest of the world. I felt a slight pang of pity and a well of love for the woman who’d loved me in her own way though I’d often thought of her as a flighty valley girl who’d been spoilt by everyone in her life.

Knowing that she would never be able to handle this unless I came up with something soon, I put aside all anger and disdain as I moved closer. I wanted to promise her that I would make things right. The realization that I was now the one left to see to her care and wellbeing was just another burden. But as with everything else, I tamped down the rising fear and held onto my resolve to do whatever it takes.

8

Jason

With my hands shoved into the pockets of my slacks I stared out the window into the dark night. The decision to bring her to my bed was already made, but I needed to do something about this shit in the meantime. I thought of giving her a job in her dad’s company, but wouldn’t that be tantamount to a slap in the face? When I asked myself how I would feel if the tables were turned, I knew we couldn’t go that route.

Surely there were other things she could do for me, other than warm my cock. And if there wasn’t I could always invent something. I turned when I heard her making her way back down the stairs. She’d covered herself up with a robe more’s the pity. But I could still see her ass going up those stairs. Something I hope to enjoy a lot more of in the future.

“She’s still asleep thankfully. I turned off her phone but that’s only prolonging the issue. She’s going to find out sooner or later.” I moved over to her, looking down at her bent head. “You still haven’t answered me about this other thing.” I wanted to ask her why she hadn’t come to me, even though I already knew the answer.

I was nothing more to her than the man who’d bought her dad’s company. There would’ve been no reason for her to come to me with her troubles and from what I’ve seen of her so far she’s one of those independent types who likes to do things her way. I have no problem with that as long as the shit doesn’t get in my way. I never put much stock in false pride and doing shit the hard way when there was another ethical avenue opened to you.

She sidestepped me and headed for the couch but I followed close on her heel. “There’s nothing to talk about other than to say I have not nor do I ever plan on selling my used underwear.” Shit I’d missed that part. ‘Used’ adds a whole new connotation to the story. She better not be selling her fucking used panties to the sick fucks I was sure really do exist.

It was obvious she wasn’t comfortable discussing the fact that her life had become so hard that she was now relegated to selling off her clothes, so I let it drop for now. That decision I’d made not to go digging into her finances was null and void. With the decision that she was now mine, my responsibility set firmly in mind, of course I will take care of her every need. But for how long? Shut the fuck up. I scolded the annoying voice in my head.

“Fair enough, but I’ve come to a decision. I well know your penchant for being a hard ass, but I hope you’re not one of those insipid fools who thinks pride is better than a full belly.” She had no idea what the hell I was talking about as was evident by the questioning look on her face. “I don’t know the particulars of your situation at the moment...” Something I plan to rectify before the night ended.

“Look, I’ll like to offer you a job.”

“I don’t need your pity.” She flung her snippy ass off the couch and all but posed up, as if she really thinks she could take me.