" Tell me this is a fucking joke?"
Mary groaned as she walked away from the door. Gale followed her inside and shut the door.
"Gale it's 7am on a Sunday what the fuck..." she said annoyed as she jumped right back in bed. But as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt the sheet off her.
"Gale!!"
"Look on here." He said, as he threw her the paper. She groaned again before sitting and taking in the front page of today's gossip paper.
Wolfe and Trefford war over? Romance between the second generation seems t-
She didn't even finish the damn title. A groan escaped her once again. She threw the paper at Gale before burying her face in the pillows.
"So I'm waiting." She heard Gale say, obviously on the edge. She turned around and surprise, he didn't look angry, just confused?
She sighed
"Don't look at me like that..."
He sighed... sat at the end of the bed and turned to face her.
"Mary... is this still appart of your revenge plan thing? Cause if it is don't like it. You sleeping with him just to get what you want... this is not okay."
"It's not like that oh my God... we just... He's attracted to me..."
Gale became very still, his eyes studying her before asking.
"And you?... Are you using that against him or..."
"I haven't reached that stage of cruelty yet." She hissed, glaring at him.
He shook his head, relieved.
"Thank God, cause I would've asked where is my damn sister."
She laid down, staring at the ceiling lost in her thoughts before asking.
"So everyone knows..."
"Yes, apparently since you came here, you are like a new Paris Hilton, now all people will care about is your response."
She grimaced.
"I won't be doing that."
"Oh but you don't have the choice." Gale said, sitting up.
She rolled her eyes.
"Did you sleep with him ?"
"No!" She groaned and he took in, believing her. The tension in his shoulders gone.
"You weren't the only rich heir in the papers today." He suddenly said, getting his phone.
She stood up, walking to her towel.
"What's going on?"
"We finally know why Xavier Trefford isn't the one in charge anymore."
She turned to face him, he extended his hand to show his phone. And she could read reports about Xavier Trefford getting arrested the day before.
"This is bad..." he said.
She took the phone and read the rest.
He had been arrested on fraud charges, he was caught in messy deals with messy folks and was now paying the price.
"Wow... Facing up to 20 years?" She gasped.
"You know what that means right?"
She looked up to Gale, to find him tense. Yes, she knew. That meant if Xavier was to be sentenced, Andrew would be the official heir.
"And D.T? Did he make a statement?"
"That's the thing, he's not saying anything. I think he knows he has tons of enemy's looking for cracks and any sign of weakness... He's faking it, I'm sure."
"Going up against Andrew will be tough." She said, giving him his phone back.
"I don't even want to get involved if we get to that point. He plays dirty, Mary. I don't want you dealing with him on that side..."
She sighed.
"Everything... the universe is trying to make us give up on this whole thing but I can't Gale, I can't, not after remembering that day when dad went crazy... he doesn't deserve everything he has." She said, her hands sliding down her face.
"Mary... If Andrew is in, we stop. It's not a fucking question, you hear me." He ordered.
And she knew that tone. That wasn't Gale being scared, that was Gale being protective. He was drawing back for her. Why? What happened with Andrew to make him so scared?
"You have bad history with him?" She asked, looking up to find him lost in thoughts. Unpleasing ones, from the look on his face.
"He isn't like Xavier. Xavier, you can predict. He is cocky and a show off. Andrew, he's smart, he's attentive, he analyzes people, he doesn't show it, so you don't see him coming... In life, be scared of the most quiet people. They are scary."
She nodded and he walked out so she could shower. Later on she hopped on her laptop and looked Andrew up.
Curiously, there wasn't much about him. He lived most of his life with his mother who remained unknown.
Her face hidden in every blog. But there were few reports that stated his mom was D.T's mistress during his first marriage with the mother of Xavier.
The Trefford brothers were clearly insanely close in age, so he had had a mistress long before even producing his first child with his wife. How sick...
She was surprised to see it was actually in public records that Davis and his son Andrew did not get along.
Andrew refused to be raised by him when he was younger, and refused to have any affiliation with his company for a long time before accepting. Apparently even the blogs didn't know why. And Gale seemed to not want to tell her what he knew.
She sighed and sipped her coffee. If Andrew hated his father so much, he could help them destroy his legacy. It was known he had amassed millions of dollars by himself before working for his father. He didn't need him in any way.
What could make him bend to his wishes so suddenly? Money? Did he now want to inherit the billions of dollars he so despised ? She had to know his motives... and how strong they were. And she knew exactly how.
He answered on the first ring.
"Well hello there." His sexy voice ringing in her ears and she couldn't help but bite a smile.
"Hello. So, I was just wondering if what I saw in the papers this morning was true." She said teasing.
She heard him chuckle.
"Well, if it's in the papers, it's probably true, what you think?"
"Hmm, I was always told never to trust the press, they sometimes make something out of nothing"
"I was told that too, but then, was it nothing when we were tongue fucking on that balcony? Because I remember clearly you enjoying and moaning my name. And you have no idea how excited that made me... probably explains the bulge still throbbing in my pants right at this moment." He said, his voice shockingly nonchalant.
She was shocked by how he could throw so many dirty words and sound so formal.
"Well that's too bad, I'm surprised you haven't dealt with it." She said
"Oh but I intend to, very soon. Which reminds me, what time today? My house or yours?"
She laughed and heard his breathing quicken over the line.
"I told you I'm hard to have."
"Not too hard if you are on my line. So, what time?" He insisted, his voice suddenly hoarse, oh, he wanted her. She was doing a great job.
"I'm too high maintenance." She shrugged while playing with the ends of her hair.
"I can afford. Financially, physically and emotionally. I'm ready. You just have to be."
She stopped talking for a second. He had said "emotionally". Was he looking for something serious? She needed to know how deep she could allow herself to go to not drown in him.
"So you're ready for me?"
"Have been for a long time."
"I don't settle for just a pity fuck."
"If you settle with me it would be because I will fuck you good. And you will want me to do it again, everyday, every hour, every week. Not some pity fuck Marilyn."
"Hmm" she moaned, and heard him react to it over the line, she could hear him breathing fast.
"My pants are, "this" close to ripping appart Marilyn. So. What. Time?" He said, his voice low, on the edge.
So then, she gave in.
"8:30, be on time, I won't fuck you tonight, and this isn't a date."
"The hell it isn't. This is day one."
And he hung up. She released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. That was by far the most intimidating phone call she ever had with anyone.
She was meeting him today. She had to keep her head straight. He was dangerous in every way possible. Gale had mentioned he was smart and analyzed people.
So she should be careful. Even though she wasn't doing anything remotely suspicious by allowing him a date, if she acted too interested in his professional life he would raise his walls.
They all knew their families' rivalry. Even him, he should be aware of Anwolfe Holdings and Trefford Inc's rival state. They had temporarily put that aside for the sake of one important investment. But as soon as that'll be done, the war would start right back. There was no way in hell, Gale would allow them too close. So to hell any partner contract. They were enemies. And she should not forget that.
Because of his warning words hours before, Mary didn't tell Gale about their date tonight. She was ready. Staring at her reflection in the tall mirror wall in her room, she felt good, and nervous.
She was never that good and confident with men, hell, her love life knew only 2 partners and only one she was sexually active with.
She didn't want to sleep with him today. Just for the sake of making him linger and fight for more. Make him hungry for her.
But she also knew she was insanely attracted to him. He was awfully good looking. Hell if he threw her that damn look with his emerald eyes while smirking again, she would probably get pregnant.
"Marilyn, there is Andrew Trefford at the door." Anna, her house maintenance lady announced, at the door.
"Coming"
She checked her outfit again. She looked okay, she wore pants because she knew how "curious" his hands could get.
It was red, running all the way down her ankles, she wore a shirt with a v cut and two brown straps above the shoulders. Her make up was very light, her lips glossy and she wore again black stilettos. She just couldn't get enough of them.
She nodded, and walked out.
When she reached down the stairs, she found him studying the surroundings, almost like he was taking pictures in his head to remember everything.
She found him studying their parents' picture above the wall. And she could almost see warmth in his eyes.
Then his ocean blue eyes fell her, and it filled with desire like always. She loved that look. Knowing how hungry he was for her, little ol' Mary. How terribly satisfying.
He drew closer and kissed her cheek.
"You look gorgeous, as always."
"You too." She said with a smirk, as she took him in.
He was obviously still in his work outfit. It suited him so well, formal was for him. He always had this particular aura, sexy, sofisticated, and intimidating, mysterious...
Andrew was a mystery. And she dangerously found that attractive. Even when she knew, in her gut that she shouldn't be.
He smiled and led her outside, where his Range Rover was parked. He opened the door for her, then got in.
As he was starting the car, he suddenly stopped and exhaled. He turned her way and she looked up to find him staring at her lips. The car was silent, except for their distinct heartbeats and rushed breaths. Sexual tension was suddenly filling the air and she couldn't take it.
"What?" She asked, almost breaking the moment.
"You got your lipgloss in that purse?" He asked, still staring at her lips in hunger, and licking his.
"Yeah, I do."
Then, he suddenly pulled her close, a hand behind her neck and kissed the living out of her. She moaned immediately and he kissed harder, deeper. Pushed his tongue in her mouth and savoured her as she was left moaning and barely able to kiss back, too caught up and loving him in control.
Towards the end, they both opened their eyes, and stared at each other. While he continued biting her lower lip, still holding her gaze. He finally let go and they both exhaled.
"Everytime I see you. I want to do that." He said, his voice sounding controlled, but she knew better.
He shifted quickly and started the car.
The ride was silent for a while, then she asked about his day and was surprised to see how openly he was talking to her.
He even gave her the names of people he was supposed to meet to finalize one of his father's deals.
But she knew not to trust that. He could be testing her, watch her reaction and see what she would do with these informations.
"Why don't you want to officially join your family's company." He asked when they were at their table, waiting for their orders.
"Well. I never studied business, and Gale is insanely good at it, it's his thing." She answered, her glass of wine in her hand as she distractly played with the liquid.
(And after my father's scandal, I had no interest in that world) but she wouldn't say that out loud. Not to him.
He simply nodded, but she could feel him studying her. He knew there was more to it.
"So then what do you study?" He asked, his eyes on her hands, still circling the content of her glass in small circle.
"I dropped out of college after getting my bachelor degree, but I was studying law."
She looked up to find him nodding, gazing back.
"What did you want to become before dropping out?"
She eyed him curiously before answering.
"A lawyer."
He grinned
"I would've guess prosecutor."
"Why?"
"You seem like someone who would fight everything to rid the world of it's bad people."
She chuckled darkly.
"Not really... because, everyone has some bad in them. Money would make a sinner out of a saint."
That statement got his attention, he stared long, hard. Before taking her hand in his.
"So you would prefer defending the bad guys?"
She gently stroked his hand with a smirk before answering.
"No. I would defend those who have made a mistake and realized they have something to fight for, a family to go back to, a life to live, I would fight for them to be judged equally. No race injustice, no sex injustice and certainly no religious injustice. The justice system in this country is biased, and I wanted to change that."
"But?"
She hesitated for a second, his eyes gave away something intense. He looked like, lost in her words, in thoughts... or was it memory?
"But, here we are." She finished. She didn't want to go into details, this would bring back awful memories.
"I see." He said before the waiter arrived with their dinner.
While they ate she asked him what he studied and he freely answered.
"Business administration, it was what Davis had wanted me to study, and my mother agreed I was good at it. So she talked me out of my plans, to study psychology just to spite him, and actually use my said talent."
She was surprised he was so open talking about his parents. And she couldn't help but notice how he didn't call Davis, Father or dad. Making sure to point out he didn't acknowledge him as his parent.
"Yeah, rumour has it you're an insanely talented businessman." She said, a smirk on her face as she finished her red wine.
He flashed a cocky smirk before dropping his fork.
"Yes. Marilyn, I very much am, so much my dad asked me to be the brain of his spoiled heir. Or should I say ex-heir."
The statement left her in place. He was too open. And she called him out on it.
"You're very forward about all these informations, maybe have you forgotten my last name?"
That made him laugh. Actually laugh. He laughed for long before leaning closer with a smirk.
"Little girl... That's exactly why I tell you everything. Free of you to sell it to some blogs or to Davis' competitors, I don't care."
"You don't." She repeated eyes held on with his.
"No, they could make billions more or lose it all, I don't care. All I care about is me, Andrew Trefford, fatherless, and fucking the new girl in town."
She held his gaze. Gale was right. This man was a mystery. He was unpredictable, and that made him hard to study. He hated his brother and father, and yet agreed to help them with the company he didn't give a shit about. And then he spilled everything to her, his rival, just because he could.
"You're an enigma." She said, still holding his gaze
"You are right." He agreed, his emeralds lost in her hazels.
"You're dangerous."
He nodded.
"Absolute fact."
"And I'm going to fuck you." She finished.
So then he smirked. Clapped both his hands together as hunger filled both their gaze.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
The whole ride to his house was silent. Not because they were nervous no.
Sexual tension was filling the car again. And this time she actually was panting, this was highkey embarrassing but she didn't care. They both knew what was going to happen.
Tonight she was going home with him, and they would fuck. And there was no way around it. It was happening and she couldn't control herself anymore. She wanted to touch him, she was this close to lean down, unzip him and tease him.
These dirty thoughts were making her breathing louder, and it wasn't helping that the ride was taking long. So then she waited...
Waited the long 30 minutes ride, the long 6 minutes it took for his security to open the gate, then for him to park his car.
They stayed silent the whole walk up the stairs, as if his touch on her back while leading her to his bedroom wasn't burning her.
And when he finally closed the door behind her. She couldn't turn around to face him. Her heart was loud, fast and she was already panting. She could feel herself wet and already ready for him without even a kiss. God.
This. Was. Bad.
So then, he touched her, and she lost it.
"Fuck this." She said before turning around and taking his mouth. Hands behind his neck she pulled him closer as she kissed him, fervently, hungry, urgently. She groaned in annoyance as she realized they were still both dressed.
He understood and, while kissing her back fiercely, he massaged her butt, scratched her back while she fought to remove his damn jacket.
5 minutes later, they were both on the bed, still kissing she was in her purple lace underwear and he was still in his pants, but his upper body proudly naked. She let him between her legs before massaging his chest, running her hands up and down, low and lower.
When her hand reached his belt she groaned and he chuckled, but didn't remove it. He took his time kissing her, as his fingers slid lower. When he reached the middle of her thighs, she moaned, as his fingers worked he clit up and down and rounded again and again. And then he slid one finger up inside her and started playing urgently with her wetness.
She moaned, scratched him and he slid another one and fingered her faster.
"God... yes..."
"You're so ready..." he said in her ear as he continued to pump into her, faster and deeper.
"Andrew... sto- not like this... I want to feel you..." she said as her hands pulled on his hair while he was kissing and biting her neck, whilst fingering her.
So then he drew back. She admired him. He was so sexy... God... the pants flew off and so did the boxer, and she stared at his hardness. It was dark but she could see it, he was big. As he rolled a condom on his length, she removed her bra and when she tried removing the panties, he pushed her down. Legs wide, his face buried in her thighs. He bit the panties off her and slid it all the way down. And when she was finally naked he grinned while admiring her body.
"You are gorgeous Marilyn Wolfe."
He laid down, both hands caging her as he stared at her. He was grinning, he loved every second of it. He loved owning her right now, having her beg for him, desire only him.
"Forget about everything right now. Your name, mine, your brother, the scandals, the businesses, everything. Just brace yourself for this..."
She felt his tip at his entrance. He was caressing it, teasing her back and forth with it.
"You... me... this. Me wanting you, you wanting me. Me having you, you having me."
"Yes..."
So then he slid in, deep, and she leaped in surprise. God it felt good. He was filling her right, and right as he started moving, she could feel him tense. She looked up, he still had his eyes on her, jaw clenched.
"God you're so tight..."
She grinning before running her hands in his back, and holding his ass then pushing him deep.
"Fuck me." She said
"You promised me the fuck of the century, I don't care how long the first round it lasts. We have all...
She motioned her thighs up
"Night..."
Down
"Long..." She finished, grinding again.
Then he was in her face. Kissing her and suddenly he was pounding fast and deep into her, she moaned, groaned, gasped. God he was good.
"An-drew..."
"Yeah... say it again... You're mine... say it."
"I'm... yours."
He pumped deeper and she screamed in pleasure.
"Yours... ah..."
So then he turned her around on her belly. Face down, ass up and started pumping deeper, harder, hitting that spot everytime. She felt herself drift away. This was indeed the sex of the century.
He caressed and scratched her butt cheeks while pumping long again and again and then she felt it. She was close.
"Ah.. And-rewww... Close... I'm-
He continued and she came. Climax had never felt so amazing. She pulled on the bed sheets and while he continued to pump in her faster and finally reaching his own climax. He fell on her back. Their breathing agitated.
He started kissing her back and going up to kiss and bite her neck and she groaned.
"You okay?" He asked in her ear, in between bites.
She turned to kiss him and he gladly did. Kissing her long and hard. He turned her around to have a better access to her mouth and continued kissing her.
After a few minutes, he finally drew back. Strode to the bathroom, probably to take care of the condom and she stayed there still trying to catch her breath.
Wow... he was the promised to her undoing. After this she knew she would definitely want to see him again.
He came back royally naked and helped her clean in between her legs without the slightest embarassment. He went back to throw the toilet paper and then scooted in bed right by her. He reached out, pulling her close and turned her face to his.
"You okay?" He asked again
She smiled
" Why would I not be? I just had the fuck of the century."
He chuckled before stroking her cheek.
"The night is still young. And my stamina is quite something, I'm just looking out for you."
"What a gentleman." She said sarcastically
He smiled again, then bent down to kiss her.
"So then I guess what the papers said was right." She teased, when he pulled back.
He smirked
"I don't care about the damn paper, all I can say is I fucking want you, and now that I have you, these blogs can write anything, as long as it's clear that you're mine." He finished with a sharp tone and she looked up to him, to find him staring.
She ran a finger along his cheek before smiling.
"But I'm not though..." she said, defying him.
He smirked before pulling her closer, nose to nose, eyes to eyes.
"Let me tell you something Marilyn. I don't play around. When I want something I get it. And when I do, there is no going back. It might be a sick way to see it but fuck, that is what have made me so successful, never giving up, and always compromising to get what I want. So then."
He ran a finger on her lips before asking.
"What is it that I should do to have you?"
She held his gaze, suddenly intimidated by his seriousness.
Why did he want her? Did he want to use her against his father? To spite him ? Did he like the thrill of fucking his enemy? What motivated him to do what he did?
She had no answer to any of those questions and so this made trusting him impossible. So she told him.
"I don't trust you."
He didn't look surprised, and continued stroking her lips.
"I know."
"And you don't trust me." That made him think for a second before answering.
"In what aspect?"
She smiled.
"For you to even ask the question, it says a lot Trefford" his hand on her thigh suddenly tightened. She looked up to find him angry.
"In bed. Like this. You smiling at me. Don't throw that name in my face to draw a barrier between us. To remind yourself that I am Davis' son cause right now I am not, Marilyn. Do you understand?"
She stared for a second before finally nodding.
"So you don't trust me?" He asked
"Obviously. I could never trust you, and this is why I can't be yours. You're an enigma."
"But I want you."
"Me too." She admitted.
"So what do we do?"
"We meet up and fuck."
"I won't be a simple fuck buddy in your schedule."
"Then what? You want to be exclusive?"
"Yes"
She bit a laugh at his seriousness.
"That's what you want Andrew?"
"Yes. I want every man to fear reaching out to you because you're mine, I want to be the only one to claim you and fuck you. I want to be the only one to see you like this, laying down, happy, no mask, nothing just you. Beautiful ole' you."
He finished with a kiss and didn't even give her time to respond, his hardness already warning her. So then he slid another condom, and fucked her senseless 1 time, 2 times, 3 times... till the sun was up and they both fell tired and satisfied.