I rub my hands over my eyes, trying to clear the sleep out of them and trying to clear my mind. My father ran from the room a moment ago when his wife yelled from down the hall. I rolled my eyes. She’s always dramatic and I’m not playing into it. Because my mind has other places it wanted to be.
Like on the angel that entered my dreams last night. My cock grows hard thinking about it. “Fuck,” I growl, leaning back in my chair. I swear I can smell her on me. It felt so fucking real. I’d even woken up naked and I could see cum all over my dick. I must have had a wet dream. Jesus, I haven’t done that since I was thirteen.
When I leave here the first thing I’m doing is going back to bed. I want to see her again. I clench my hands, feeling like I’m in withdrawal. It felt so real.
My dad comes back into the office. His shoulders are slumped. “What?” I ask. I don’t like the defeated look on his face.
“She’s gone,” he says simply.
“Really? I swore I heard her screaming.” I roll my eyes.
My dad could only be so lucky if Porsha left him, but I don’t think she will. I made sure that prenup was perfect. She’d walk away with almost nothing. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. I should have given her a nice payout instead. Maybe she would have been long gone by now and onto the next poor sap. I think it would be husband number seven or eight.
“Autumn,” he snaps at me. The look he sends me isn't one I’ve seen before. “Leave, Hunter.” I stare at him for a moment, not quite sure if I heard him right. Maybe my brain is still a little foggy.
“Dad?” I stand.
“I don’t have time for this. Get your shit together before you come back here again. I won’t have you acting the way you do when Autumn is around.”
“You just said she’s gone,” I throw back at him. Is he really picking his stepdaughter over me?
Dad slams his hand down on the desk. I’ve never seen an act of anger from him before. My stomach turns. I don’t know if it’s from all the alcohol from the night before or the way my dad is acting.
“I’m sure she’s fine, Dad. She’s eighteen, isn't she?”
I try to dampen the disdain in my voice now that I see how much she means to him. These women have their claws in him.
“Hunter, I have some things I need to look into,” he says, dismissing me. I begin to say something but stop myself. I nod instead and head for the door.
“I love you, son,” I hear him say.
“Love you too, Dad,” I respond before pushing open his office door.
I call my driver and slip into the car as soon as he pulls up. My mind goes back to my dream and I play it over and over in my head. The little sounds she made, the sweet scent of her. I swear I can still taste her on my lips. It felt real, but perfection like that doesn’t exist in the real world.
When I finally get home I go to bed and close my eyes. I’m not tired, I just want to see her again. When I finally drift off, nothing comes. It’s so frustrating.
I try to sleep most of the weekend away with no luck. I even try drinking, thinking maybe that’s what will do it, but still nothing.
As the days go by a pit grows deeper and deeper in my stomach. It’s eating away at me and I feel more lost than I ever have in my life. How can I miss something so much if it isn't even real?
“Sir, we need to go over your schedule.” I look up to see Peggy standing in front of my desk. She looks pissy.
“Cancel whatever it is,” I tell her, looking back at my computer. I’m staring at a blank screen. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here doing this.
“Sir,” she barks with frustration.
Everyone is annoyed with me, but I can’t seem to give a flying fuck. I look up at her and give her a hard look. I’m normally pretty laid-back, but I feel strung out. At any moment I feel like I might lose it. I clench my hands into fists and try to cool the anger that’s been festering within me.
“Peggy.” I growl her name. Her face softens a bit and she moves around the desk toward me.
“You’re so tense lately. Maybe I should help you with that.” I push back from my chair as she gets closer. I stand right at the moment she drops to her knees in front of me. She reaches for me and I jump back, nearly tripping over my chair in my haste to get away from her.
“I’m seeing someone,” I snap at her.
The anger I was feeling moments ago comes back full force. My dream girl flashes through my mind. Her body against mine. Her hair falling all around me as I make love to her. She took away all the sadness and made me feel whole once again. She made me feel like I had found home again.
“You’re hard,” she says, breaking my reverie.
I look down at Peggy on her knees. Her eyes are on the outline of my cock, which is hard but only because I was just thinking about my dream girl. I put my hands over myself and glare down at her. My hard-on quickly slips away.
“Not for you. Get the fuck up.”
My hands start to shake. She stumbles to her feet and runs out of my office as fast as she can in heels. I pick up the glass paperweight on my desk and throw it as hard as I can. It hits the mirror across the room and glass shatters everywhere.
“Fuck.” I run my hands through my hair. Her face flashes through my mind again. I swear I can feel her hands on my chest. Her fingers digging into me as I grip her hips. The smell of sex filling the air.
It’s too real.
I pick up my phone and text my driver. When I walk out of my office I see Peggy sitting at her desk typing away.
“You’re fired,” I tell her as I move toward the elevator and hit the button for the lobby. I step on and look at her. She’s staring at me, anger clear on her face. “Security is on the way.”
The doors slide closed and I email human resources about her no longer fitting with the company. I also tell them to change her passwords and make sure she gets out of the building within the next twenty minutes.
I have a feeling she might cause a stir. The woman always gets what she wants, which normally didn't bother me before today because we worked together. She was always getting me what I wanted when it came to business. But I should have thought further ahead and about what would happen if I ever had to let her go. I can’t think about that right now.
The driver gets me to my dad’s in record time. As I push open the front door, I come up short when I see Porsha sitting in the front sitting area with Sarah by her side.
“Girl. Long brown hair. Gray eyes. Who is she?” I say without even greeting Porsha.
She has to be real. There isn't any other explanation. I can’t live like this. I feel like I’m slowly dying. She feels too much a part of me to not be real. I can sense it deep in my soul. “She was at your Thanksgiving party,” I add. “I spent the night with her in my room.” I grit out the last part.
I don’t want to share that intimate detail with Porsha, but I have to know. I’m going insane.
Sarah looks down at her feet for a moment before she looks back up and meets my eyes. “I have blonde hair and brown eyes. We spent that night together.” She stands, taking a step toward me.
I reel back in horror. “Liar,” I spit at her. I wouldn't touch her if my life depended on it.
“Who is she?” I try again, looking past Sarah to Porsha.
“I have no idea what you are talking about, Hunter. You spent the night with Sarah, then didn't even have the decency to call her after. I mean, it’s been weeks. I thought you were a gentleman.”
I turn to walk away from them. I don’t have time for this bullshit. I head toward my dad's office, and I hear the click of her heels behind me.
“Don’t fucking follow me!” I shout. The clicks stop for a moment.
“This is my home, Hunter,” Porsha says defiantly.
I pause and turn around to face her. “This is my mother’s home and if I were you I’d watch your tongue. Or you and that daughter of yours will be out on your asses,” I throw back, then resume walking.
When I push into the doors of my dad’s office he isn't there. I look over at the bar and debate making myself a drink, but I know it won’t help. It doesn't make me dream of her. It doesn't lessen the pain that’s been building. If anything, it makes it worse. I walk behind my dad’s desk and sit down.
I let my head drop to my hands.
“Son?” I look up at my dad’s voice but freeze when I see the framed picture on his desk.
I stand up and grab it with both hands, staring down at it. “It’s her!” I yell, and all the air leaves my lungs.