Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 11: A Son’s Endeavor

Mila's pov

After work, I was surprised when Everett showed up, driving his navy blue five series BMW at the company entrance.

"Hi, baby," he said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. His behavior was out of character but then I gasped suddenly remembering his text and that I hadn’t answered him. It was all Mr. Williams' fault.

Damn it!

As I stepped toward the sidewalk my legs were still sticky from our earlier encounter. I gulped, holding my throat. I wasn't only nervous about hiding my feelings around Everett, but I was still turned on. What was I supposed to do now?

It would have felt incredible to be pounded by Mr. Williams but then he made me work on purchase reports, of all things. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t control myself. My boss was like a drug to me and his son paled in comparison.

I was lost in thought, standing in front of Everett when I realized we weren’t alone. Next to me was my colleague Evelyn, who crossed her arms, staring at Everett then back in my direction. She held a finger in her mouth, then clicked her tongue at me.

Turning toward her, I shrugged slightly in question. She smiled in a snarky way and raised her eyebrows.

"E.J. came to see you, huh?" she asked. 'E.J.'? She already knew who he was and had a nickname for him. Had she thought about this very scenario with her in my place? I must be like Cinderella in my coworkers’ eyes; I refused to reveal any relationship with the Williams, however. I don't like flaunting wealth or status, my own or otherwise.

Instead of saying anything more, I followed Everett into his car to keep everyone quiet. Just as he closed the door for me, I saw Mr. Williams. My heart began pounding as I felt my clit engorge. If depriving me of his huge cock wasn’t ‘real punishment’, I didn't know what was.

Instead of sharing the wistful passion lingering between my thighs, he appeared indifferent to me, an expression I wasn't sure was for show or not.

"So, Mila, how was your day at work?" His voice finally drew me out of the daze I was in. How was my day at work... really?

Though I could hear Everett speaking to me, his voice was hazy compared to my lingering thoughts about his father. A rush between my legs made my core swell. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through tonight without release in some form or another.

Glancing down I noticed my shirt’s top button was open. Discreetly, I pinned it back in place, glancing once at Everett, hoping he didn’t notice. I wondered if his father had left any hickies on my neck. I crossed my legs, trying to stop my incessant dripping. If only he knew.

A light sheen of sweat covered my voluptuous chest as Everett put the car into gear. I wasn't ready to be out of Mr. Williams' presence yet. There had to be a way to stall.

"Don't you need to greet your father?" I blurted out. I wanted to see if he still had a raging hard on for me. God, I wanted to suck him. Part of me didn't care if it was in front of everyone else, but I had to hide how I felt. What if my father ever found out? And Everett... even worse.

"Greet my dad?” he asked, then chuckled. “We aren’t formal. More like friends, ever since my mom left,” he said then added, “He won't ruin our date." That caught my attention as I flicked my eyes back to Everett, feeling my chest burn with annoyance. I curled my lip in slight disgust.

"This isn't a date,” I said, refuting his claim.

Though it wasn’t perfected, Everett’s smirk was nearly exactly like his father’s. He didn’t carry the same level of control over me, however. It didn’t make my clit tingle or my knees buckle. I sat back, crossing my arms, shaking my head.

“I never agreed to this.”

Everett ignored me, pulling away from the building. Feeling rebellious, I wriggled in my wet panties, purposely picturing what would happen if it were Mr. Williams driving the car. Would he pull over and make me climb on top of him right then and there? Maybe he'd ask me to treat his cock like the stick shift. My core swelled at the thought, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

He owned my body, my desire.

My head didn't stop spinning. The time when he came in my panties then forced me to wear them was on my mind non-stop. It must have been so fucking hot for him to see. I wondered if he jerked off every night thinking about me.

Before I knew it, Everett ended up at a bar where several of his popular friends hung out. These were people I’d never met before as he draped his arm around me. I pulled up a chair as Everett passed me a glass of wine. While I sipped it my thoughts became dirty once more. My nipples were erect and when I noticed Everett staring, I wanted to hide them from him.

If I didn't stop obsessing about his father however, I was going to soak through my already wet skirt onto the bar stool. It crossed my mind to excuse myself and hide in a stall to rub my pussy. Only then would I be able to carry on a conversation.

But then Everett's friends came over and I was shocked to normalcy momentarily. I was glad for the distraction and happy his attention was elsewhere. Before, it would have been exactly what I wanted-Everett devouring me with his eyes-but now, he wasn’t the person on my mind.

It was only after a few drinks that the room began to tilt. Shuddering, I pulled my phone out, my clumsy hands fat fingering the buttons. Luckily, Ada's contact information popped up easily, the screen light flickering in my face out of my vertigo.

Me: Help, Ada. I'm at a bar and need you to pick me up.