Thanks so much for all the followers and nice messages. I got even more last time! Maybe that means I'm getting better? Here's hoping!
I hope this takes your mind of the quarantine for at least a little while. :)
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The night passed in a haze of passion and genuinely entertaining conversation when they stopped to recover for a few minutes. Isabella was witty, and she'd actually asked him interesting questions about his company. When he'd answered, she'd listened and asked him follow-ups, like she actually, genuinely gave a shit. It was a damn shame he had to get up early the next morning. Eventually, Isabella left, and Jack went to sleep.
His alarm went off way too soon, and Jack found himself hitting the snooze button. Twice. When he finally managed to drag himself out of bed, Jack did a blind stumble into his ensuite bathroom. Flicking on the light drew a curse from his lips, and then he went about turning on the shower and relieving himself as he waited for the water to heat up. It wasn't until he had been standing under the pounding hot water for five minutes that the sleepy brain fog had started fading.
His eyes closed, his back to the showerhead, Jack had his head angled backward so that the steaming water beat down on the top of his head and shoulders. It was blissful, and he could of fucking stayed there forever. He didn't realize someone else had entered the bathroom, he was so lost in his little fucking world. He didn't hear anything as she stripped down, only noticing her presence as the door to the shower opened and that rush of cold air hit him.
Layla was so sick of people taking her time with Jack, interrupting it and getting in the way. Especially fucking Amanda. That bitch always seemed to be around, butting her way in. Yeah, they'd shared him because Melissa had told them to, hoping it would ease the tension between the two of them, but oh man it so hadn't. If anything, it's made things even worse because now they were threatened by each other. Okay, so maybe she didn't know for sure that Amanda was threatened by Layla after watching her in action, but she was willing to bet the feeling wasn't just a one-way street.
She wasn't used to people not showering her with attention. Layla was always the favorite. She was blonde, busty, blue-eyed, and sweet as pie. She couldn't wrap her brain around the fact that everyone here didn't fawn over her. Back when she was serving her time as an average caretaker, she was Jack's favorite and everyone knew it. But now, it was like... He paid more attention to the fat girl with the glasses and the annoying Hispanic one than he did to her.
Layla knew she needed to up her game somehow, and she'd heard Melissa praising the chonker Emily for crawling under his desk and sucking him off. Initiative, that's what Melissa had called it. Well, how was sneaking into his fucking shower for initiative?
Jack wasn't just super fucking rich and powerful, the way he commanded a room was the hottest thing about him. That firm, commanding way he'd grab onto your head and just shove his dick down your throat even though you were a slobbering gagging mess was one of Layla's favorite things about him. Of course, the money, power, lifestyle, and the way he fucking looked sure the hell helped in elevating Jack to the top of the hot guy food chain.
Layla often wondered if the shitty author who wrote fifty shades of gray had met Jack Stone to inspire the lead male in her books. Of course, Jack wasn't so much into the tying up and smacking around with a whip thing as he was into the blow me thing. And, he needed the caretakers. If Jack ever narrowed himself down to one woman, Layla seriously pitied her throat.
Her first go-around, Layla had wanted that. The idea of Jack sticking his cock down her throat and realizing that she was feminine perfection and that he'd never need another and propose on the spot became a fantasy for a while. It didn't last very long, however. Some people just weren't meant for monogamy. If you wanted to be the most important woman in Jack Stone's life, you had to be the Queen.
She had not thought that it would ever be possible to dethrone Melissa, but now that she knew it was, Layla was going to fight for it. Her first act of war on the other four girls was to sneak into Jack's shower. His gaze hit her the second she pulled the heavy glass door open. She couldn't help but hesitate as his dark eyes met hers, the intensity in them making her breath catch in her throat. Fuck, he was hot.
After taking a second to take in the wonder that was Jack Stone's body, Layla's gaze headed back up to his face, finally noticing the circles under his eyes and the exhausted look on his face. She'd never seen him with stubble before, but now it dusted his jawline, and only served to make him that much more attractive.
"Jack, baby, you look exhausted..." Layla said, her melodic voice holding that twinge of little girl sweetness that had always melted Jack's heart just a tad.
"Long night," Jack replied, his voice a drenched in that sleepy graveled tone.
"Well, let me take care of you," Layla said, stepping forward into the huge, glass-encased shower and shutting the door behind herself, cutting off that uncomfortable stream of cold air.
Jack watched the stunning blonde step into the shower with him, her heavy breasts bouncing with every movement she made. Fuck, he'd forgotten how much he'd adored her tits. It was her nipples, he realized, as he watched them start to harden under the hot water. They were baby doll pink and just the right size, dead center on each gravity-defying perky double D. He'd call her Barbie doll perfect, but she was just a bit too thick to fit that category. Her thighs so didn't have a gap between them, and that's the way Jack liked it.
