I am a freaking idiot. I know that because I haven't faced Ella after our fight yesterday evening.

You are a coward, Rick.

I know.

I fathom that I was being an ass; pressuring an eighteen years old girl to make big decisions for which she might not be mentally prepared.

What can I say, I am selfish.

Yes, that's how I justify my behaviour. Petty me.

"What has gotten in you today?" asks Melanie or Mel.

She has been my assistant for the past seven or eight months. I can't fucking remmeber. She is a good kid, no woman. Twenty-one years old, oval face, red hair, feisty attitude and hunger for success.

And yes, great ass.

Today she is wearing a black pencil-skirt with a silver blouse, a little too flashy for a lawyer's assistant. Her hair is tied in a high pony-tail and her lips painted red. She has the face of a model but she is petite like Ella. Melanie has become a good friend of mine. Even with her young age and little experience about life, she manages to give the best advice about life. I don't fucking know how.

If I was not interested in Ella, Mel would have been a great catch.

I know I can discuss my problem with her, of course without mentioning Ella's name but I don't fucking want to. I want to sulk, brood and mope a little more.

"Nothing" I huff.

"Nothing, my ass," she scowls. "If you are going to sit here and brood, can I leave?"

I know she is just teasing but I grant her wish.

"What? Are you serious? You never lemme take an early day off. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I sigh. Maybe I gave her a little too much leeway. She is the only one who can talk to me like that and get away with it. Even Ella gets spanking for running her mouth. I smile at the memory.

"My girlfriend is angry with me,"

Girlfriend? Where did that come from?

"You have a girlfriend? How come I don't know about that?"

"Because I didn't tell you," I smirk.

"Ass," she says under her breath.

"I heard that,"

"So, what's she like, oh wait! What's the problem?"

I ignored her little not so slip of tongue.

"I said something to her" I try to limit the details as much as possible.

"What thing?" I have definitely piqued her interested.

"That's not important, keep your nose out. If you want to help then tell me what I can do to make things right," I say almost snapping.

She huffs and crosses her arms against her chest. She stares at the girl-in-red painting behind me hanging on the cream coloured wall of my office. Then, annoyingly, she taps her red-painted fingers on my walnut desk. I know she is looking for an apology but she won't be getting one.

"Are you going to say something?" I demand.

"Can you be a little less asshole?" she says pinning me with callous stare which sometimes, only sometimes, scares the fuck out of me. And it is one of her qualities which will make her a successful lawyer. But it won't work on me as I am fucking lawyer as well. I've dealt with worse.

"You know, you can be a total imperious bastard sometimes. Cool it the fuck down otherwise you won't get the girl you obviously love,"

Love? The hell?

Mel gets up and walks to the door but turns around to give me a smug look.

"Gift her something, go after her and then talk. Don't think that gift will be enough. You men need to keep your head out of your ass."

With that she leaves.

I stay behind and try to relax on my chair. But of course I can't and I won't be able to unless I have her in my arms.

I remove my glasses and put them in my coat-pocket, shut my laptop and grab my car keys to do exactly what Mel said.

*****

This place is a mess. So many young high-school kids.

Fuck.

Ella belongs here, with these kids.

I shouldn't be here.

Hell I shouldn't be dating her. Dating?

We haven't even gone for dinner together. We are not dating, we are fucking. That's all. But I know this is not true.

Something more is there between us but I don't want to acknowledge it. But the little voice in me keeps saying, it's wrong, wrong, wrong and wrong.

But I am too far gone now to think about right or wrong.

I try not to focus on the thoughts that make my insides feel weird.

I stand against my car with hands crossed in front of me and look around Ella's school once again in search of her.

I notice some girls giving me side-eyes with blush covering their skin. I'll be kidding if I say I don't enjoy their little crush on me.

Am I being an arrogant motherfucker?

Well, I don't care.

While I'm lost in my own little self-obsessed world, I see Ella approaching from the front gate. She is talking to some angular and awkward looking boy and beside him is Ella's best-friend, Janice.

I immediately feel jittery and alarmed.

I loosen my tie to let the air through. My heart beats unevenly and as if sensing me, Ella gazes in my direction. Our eyes instantly lock with one another. I feel her relief and anger. Then she does something fucking stupid.

She kissed the boy's cheek. Both.

The boy flushes but doesn't do anything stupid like kissing her back.

I march towards the small group with the intention of hitting something or someone and that someone being the boy but before I could reach them, Ella sprints to another direction. The boy thankfully doesn't follow her but Janice is right behind her. I keep up with my pace and as soon as Ella reaches for her car's door I stop her by grabbing her slender wrists. Her friend and other kids look in my direction but I don't spare them a glance.

"Mr. Pearson," Janice says, a little alarmed.

"Everything is fine, Janice. Can you do us a little favour? Take Ella's car with you and bring it back tomorrow morning. Ella will take it back from you then," I dismiss her with this.

"And you are coming with me," I say looking at Ella's hazel eyes.

"I am not coming anywhere with you," she shoves me but I barely move. "Come on Janice"

"Don't test me, Ella. Come with me," I admonish.

"What will you do? Huh?" she demands.

I smirk at her. "Do you want to know?" I growl near her ears so only she can hear me.

She looks at me a little rattled.

"Fine." she huffs.

"Janice, please take my car and for fuck-sake, do keep it carefully," Janice doesn't try to hide her excitement and grabs the car keys from Ella's hand and drives off leaving us standing in the parking lot.

"Come on," I say.

"What do you want?"

"You," I say simply and truthfully.

"Oh, fuck you," she tries to run away again but I manage to stop her and this time I glare at her.

"I am asking you very nicely, so cooreparte. I won't hesitate spanking your ass right here in front of these pimply-faced kids."

That gets her attention. She huffs but marches to my car. I, being a total gentleman, open the door for her and she sits in.

Once settled in, I drive off.

My gaze keeps bouncing at her but she doesn't spare me a glance. That freaking hurts.

I drive to a run-down hotel. Ella looks around with suspicion but follows me obediently. I'll reward her for that later.

I ask for a room key. The receptionist, named Roger gives me a thumbs up and a lust-filled look to Ella. She feels out of place. I am sure she has never been in a place like this, but I've spent many of my teenage years in places like these.

I glare at the receptionist, take Ella's hand in my own and rush her into the lift.

"Why are we here?" Ella asks me, still scared.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you. You can trust me on that," I hope she trusts me and looks up at me with a love filled gaze again. But she shakes her head and looks up at the ceiling of the lift.

When we reach to the top most floor - third floor, I usher her into the room. It's nothing luxurious. Just one bedroom with an attached bathroom and a small kitchen area.

Ella looks around a little bit, fidgets with her T-shirt and then stares up at me.

I lock the door behind and then look at her.

"Why did you kiss that boy?" I demand.

"Typical. That is the first thing you ask," she crosses her arms and stares at me indifferently.

Okay, so here it goes.

"I am sorry." I say and then exhale loudly.

"As you've witnessed, I am an asshole," I say trying to ease the tension in the air.

"A prick too," she says but with a grin.

"Yeah, that too," I already feel a lot calmer.

"I am really sorry, Ella. What I asked of you was too selfish. I understand that now and I promise I won't do anything like that again."

"It's fine Rick. Honestly, I do understand your concerns but it was all, too sudden. I was shocked and stunned. "

"I know, I understand that now, I am sorry again. I thought I offended you enough to make you regret me."

"Oh, that was a small fight, couples fight, don't they?"

"Are we a couple?"

"Yes, Rick. I am your girl and you are my man and if you think I am just a flavour of the month, I am going to make you regret thinking that," she says mischievously yet with serious undertone. I am about to apologize again but then she bites her lower lip. A clear invitation to kiss her.

I exactly do that. I kiss her sweet mouth, suckle her lips and roll my tongue around hers. She tastes like coffee. I grip her face and push my pelvis against her stomach. She moans into my mouth and I hum in appreciation. Bringing her closer, I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. Then I carry her to the shitty bed which is obviously going to make noise when I fuck her.

I drop her onto the bed, free myself from my clothes, all while Ella looks at me with hunger and lust. I silently demand her to blow me and she obeys. Like every-fucking-time.

Her mouth wraps around my cock and I let her take the lead. She blows me with so much dedication and excitement that I can't help but groan and grunt in pleasure. She takes my balls in her hand and squeezes them to the point of pain. I hiss but she only smirks.

Another reason to give her a spanking.

"Get up, baby. I don't want to come in your mouth," I help her sit on bed and then remove her T-shirt. I instruct to keep the bra on and then move to remove her jeans.

"Why the hell are you not wearing a skirt or dress,"

She laughs and kicks her jeans down.

I come face to face with her pussy.

"No panties?" I tsk without lifting my eyes from her delicious cunt which is now covered with little black hair.

She bites her lips, again but doesn't reply. My cock jerks with excitement.

Hmm,

"Don't shave your pussy,"

"What?" she says panting.

"I want to see your curls down here," I say tracing her outer lips. She shivers at my touch.

I lay beside her to kiss her mouth and then her breast which was still covered with the bra. I finger her wet and needy cunt until she screams my name and then make love to her until we both are sated. We lay there on the cheap bed of the cheap hotel which as I guessed did make a lot of noise while we fucked like bunnies.

"I guess, our neighbours might have got a little scared," Ella says with a laugh.

"Maybe not, they might be busy doing what we were doing?"

Ella looks at me incredulously.

"We are in a hotel-cum-brothel"

"WHAT?" She shoves me away and gets up taking the bed sheet with her. She uses it to cover her naked body which I don't really appreciate. While she gets all riled up, I stay on the bed with my arms behind my back. I laugh at her reaction because it's fucking cute.

"It's not funny" she grumbles.

She looks around the room and then scowls at me.

"What if there are cameras?"

"So what? You'll be a porn star in days."

She walks up to me, grabs a pillow and hits me with it.

"What the fuck, Rick?"

"Relax baby, I know it's safe here, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here"

"How do you know it's safe? Have you been here before?" she asks irritated but I hear a little displeasure in her voice.

"No, Ella. I have never been here before." I tell her truthfully. I only know this place because one of my cases involved a prostitute whose client died here while she was getting ready in the attached bathroom.

Ella breathes a sigh of relief.

She comes back to bed and lays on top of me. I hold her close and take a feel of her soft ass and hips. I see questions running in her eyes but I silently plead her not to voice them right now. She complies like a good girl.

We lay there until the evening but then force ourselves to get up to return to the house where we can't be together as we both desire.

I had to do something about this pathetic situation and quickly because I was running out of the fucking patience.

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