Page 138 of Stanton Adore

“That’s good because I fucking love you,” she whispers. I feel myself harden again and I just know it’s going to be one of those nights when I can’t stop.

“Saddle up, baby. We’re going for a record tonight.”

I wake feeling groggy. I haven’t drunk recently and those drinks I had last night on an empty stomach have made me feel like shit. I need a protein shake and something to eat. Natasha is draped over me and sound asleep, obviously suffering a bout of jet lag. I watch her for a minute in silence. I have never seen such a perfect woman, infuriating but perfect. I could look at her all day. I could fuck her all day. In fact, I might just do that today. My mind wanders back to her in the hot tub last night. Shit, she’s a hot fuck. The way she rides my cock sends me into overdrive, never have I been with someone where the chemistry is so raw and untamed. She blows my fucking mind, every goddamn time. I smile as I think of what I will have her doing when she wakes up. She can start by sucking my dick, hmm, I feel myself getting harder at the thought of those beautiful lips surrounding my cock. I narrow my eyes as I feel my arousal grow. Yep. That’s what we are doing today. International oral sex day in the Stanton household. I stumble out of bed and throw some boxer shorts on and head downstairs to the kitchen.

“Morning, lovely.” Brigetta smiles as she kisses me on the cheek as she walks past. Brigetta has become my surrogate mum since she came to work for me five years ago.

“Morning,” I mumble in response.

“Where’s Natasha?” she asks.

“Still sleeping,” I reply.

“She’s beautiful, Josh.”

I nod as I get my powder out of the cabinet and make my shake. “She is,” I reply.

“Tell me something, Joshua, how long have you known this girl?”

I know where she is going with this. I blow out a breath and reply. “Since I was nineteen and yes, she’s the girl in my tattoo.” She puts her hands together under her chin as if praying and her eyes light up like the fourth of July.

“She’s the one then?” she asks nervously.

“Yes, she’s the one alright,” Cam casually remarks as he walks into the kitchen and kisses Brigetta on the cheek. She slaps him away.

“I asked your brother,” she snaps, and her eyes shoot back to me.

I put my hands on my hips. “Yeah. She’s the one, as annoying as that is,” I sigh.

She jumps up and down on the spot in excitement and Cam laughs as I slump onto the breakfast chair.

“Don’t look so excited,” Cameron remarks as he slaps me on the back.

I frown and blow out a breath. “Being in love is fucking annoying, Cameron, you have no idea.”

He does a fake cold shiver. “Yes, I can imagine, that’s why I’m not planning on doing it for at least…ten years.” I roll my eyes.

Ben walks into the kitchen. “Can I see you in the security room, Josh?”

I frown. “Sure.” I follow him out of the room and down the corridor. “What’s this about?” I ask and he looks at me uncomfortably.

“I have been running the security tapes this morning and I found something very interesting at Murphy’s house.”

I frown and gesture to the screen. “Run the tape.” He puts it on and my stomach drops. I watch in slow motion as Adrian’s boyfriend, Ross, drives into the driveway of Adrian’s house in Adrian’s car. He’s not alone, he has another man with him, and it is nighttime. “What time is this?” I snap.

“Two a.m.,” he replies. I rub my forehead in frustration. Fuck, I know where this is going. We both sit in silence as the tape plays, he goes around and opens the car door for the guy and pulls him out and then he is pinning him up against the car kissing him…Adrian’s fucking car…at Adrian’s fucking house. I stand still with my legs wide and my arms crossed as I watch. I am fuming. That sleazy fuck.

“That’s not it,” Ben says, and my eyes widen.

“How many?” I ask.

He winces. “I’m up to twelve and we had only been gone eight weeks, there is another four weeks to go through yet.”

Contempt drips from my every pore, never have I hated anyone like I do Ross. And unfortunately, I now have the proof of what I have known all along. I feel sick. How am I supposed to tell Adrian this shit? He deserves better. I blow out a breath and return to the living room to get my phone and I text Adrian.

Hi Murph, can you come over now?

I wait for him to reply and a text beeps.