“I am just in awe at everything, quite honestly.” He lazed about on the luxury bed in their hotel resort bedroom, sporting a plush, white robe. Ankles crossed, he nursed on a glass of white wine without a care in the world. “I’m glad I got my passport in time. Like I told you, I’ve never been out of the country before. I wonder if I have any Italian people in my family?” he asked half-jokingly.
She chuckled. His smile dissipated when he suddenly recalled tracking down a certain Gregory Bernard online two weeks prior. The man looked a bit like the man in the photo Mom had given him. He lived right there in Seattle, and there were photos of motorcycles he either liked or owned on his page, too. He had one of his daughters tagged in a picture he’d posted, and her name was Rebecca.
So, Aiden had reached out to the man and explained the situation. The message had been read…
Day after day after day, he waited for a response.
Nothing.
He’d kept the disappointment to himself. Hadn’t told a soul. Perhaps some sleeping dogs were just meant to lie and play dead…
“Tomorrow, let’s go to the Automobile Museum. I’ve heard it’s excellent.”
“Come here, I’ve got something you can start up and ride.” He jerked his robe open, exposing himself. The naughty bride stared lustfully at his rock hard cock, waiting to be mounted. Without a moment to spare, she sauntered over with her sexy ass and discarded her swimwear in a flash. Moist heat surrounded his nature as she enveloped his dick in a tight mouth stroke that made his toes curl. Pumping his hips into her oral embrace, he held the back of her head and fed her the feast that threatened to erupt and spill into her awaiting mouth.
“Mmmm, yes, baby,” he said with a groan. “Suck it good…”
She moaned and hummed against his shaft, driving him into a frenzy. Grabbing the woman by the throat, he pulled her up. She gasped as she released him. Coaxing her to straddle him, he watched with anticipation as she guided her wet pussy over his slick throne. Gazes hooked into each other, they sighed in unison as she rode him, her speed increasing. He gripped her hips and pumped hard within her, daring himself not to explode.
Slicking his thumb over her clitoris, he rocked back and forth, timing his thrusts just right. Her eyes glossed in that all too familiar way, her full, lustrous lips parted and she shuddered, then paused, her body locked into position. He continued to pound upwards inside her, jostling her beautifully tormented body into a series of orgasms… He gawked at the stunning spectacle, turned on with how he got her off. As she shivered against him, he brought her flush to his chest and buried himself within her to the hilt. He came hard and in full force to the sound of her screams.
“Shit!” The last of him escaped as she panted against him, her smooth skin a gorgeous canvas that he caressed with his fingertips. Looking over her shoulder, he took note of the rise of her ass and her slightly folded, long legs. He could not get enough of staring at her.
“You’re too good in bed, Aiden…” She laughed lightly as she lazily rolled off him. Propping herself up on one elbow, she stared at him. “We’re going to miss out on some great sightseeing if all of this screwing keeps taking place.”
He took note of her breast, leaned forward and enveloped the taut, erect nipple into his mouth. She sighed, her feminine moans growing louder and louder as he tantalized her erotic zone. “The only sights I need to see is you on top of me, or me on top of you…”
…Two weeks later
“Aiden, I need to talk to you.” Aiden looked up from his desk in his new office, his phone call interrupted. He grimaced when he saw who it was.
Mark.
“Um, excuse me, David.” He placed the phone down and put it on mute. “What do you want?!”
Mark stepped inside and made himself comfortable. “I’ll wait.”
“Get the hell outta my office!” Aiden snatched the phone back up and continued his call. Much to his chagrin, Mark stayed there, listening intently as if he were a part of the conversation. Soon the call was over and Aiden glared at the man. It took everything he had in him not to dash from his desk and beat the living shit out of him.
“Congratulations on your wedding.”
“Congratulations on being a fucker. Now get out!” Aiden pointed towards the door.
“We never really talked after William called us into his office and let us know that you were being offered the job. I want to tell you that I’m sorry about all of that, all right? It’s just…” he said with a shrug. “I really wanted this job and when I overheard you and Tim talking about your situation with your now wife, I figured that information may give me an edge up. It was the wrong thing to do.”
Aiden looked at the man but didn’t believe his apology to be sincere; in fact, he surmised that this was leading to something else… such as a request for a favor of some sort.
“Mmmm hmmm, okay. Well I’m a little busy right now so if you could—”
“I want to transfer to another location, Aiden. If you could give me a letter of recommendation, it would really help.” Aiden knew this was coming, but still, he could not believe the bastard’s nerve!
“You must be kidding me! You’ve made my life hell since I first stepped foot into Dexter Employment and Staffing Agency. You threatened to tell my boss about my love life, knowing it might have negatively impacted my future here and then, after I got the job, you still went around and told people that I was not qualified for it and must be kissing someone’s ass. Now here you sit, and you have the gall to come in here, interrupt a call with an important account who wants to hire at least ten of our clients and ask me for a recommendation so you can get a better job at a different location?!”
“Well, yes, but you make it seem as if—”
“I’m going to chalk up this entire interaction to temporary insanity on your part. Get the fuck out, Mark, and I’m not going to tell you again.” The man snatched his body out of the chair with an attitude and marched away, slamming the door behind him. “I cannot believe that man!” Aiden took a few seconds to cool his jets, then called his wife on his cellphone.
“Hey, what’s up, sexy?” she greeted.
“Is today big balls day, Addison? You won’t believe who just came into my office and asked for a letter of recommendation!”
“No way! He didn’t! You’re making this up!” Addison burst out laughing, obviously knowing full well he wasn’t.
“I couldn’t make this up if I were the President of World-Wide Creativity, had a degree in Bullshit-ology and was crowned King Liar for the year.”
It took her a while to stop laughing. “You know what though? To get rid of him, Aiden, it may be a good idea. Maybe you could—”
Just then, his phone buzzed. “Hold on, baby.”
“Okay.”
“Hello?”
“Hi, um, is this, uh, Aiden? Aiden Summers?” a gruff, raspy deep voice asked.
“Yes, this is he.”
“Okay… all right, uh.” The man coughed hard and went quiet for an uncomfortable period of time. “Aiden, this is…this is Greg. I’m your father…”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Unlike Father, Unlike Son