Page 8 of Desperate Temptations (Immoral Starts)

EIGHT

ETHAN

The meeting with the family lawyer, or I guess solicitor as he clarified, was brief because he needed to gather some information.

Now we just have to wait. It could take up to a few weeks to get an emergency hearing, so Trent is spending the time looking into grabbing a temporary apartment.

I pace the hotel room while tapping the phone in my hand, debating if I should call the one person who may have immediate answers.

Trent would tell me to leave it alone, but I’ve already spent years wasting my time on this family and I’m ready to cut ties if there’s nothing holding me to them.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, dialing and moving to watch the street below from the window.

“Ethan?” Greg’s voice is husky with sleep. “Everything okay?”

My anger flares at his disingenuous concern. Lyndsey’s father doesn’t give a shit about me. “I’m in London. Apparently I may have a daughter.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, audible over the phone. “Listen, Ethan. I’ll fly out first thing and we can discuss?—”

“Is she mine? Do you know?”

There’s a pause thick with silence.

“She didn’t know herself, did she?” I prod. There had been a slight uncertainty that Lyndsey wouldn’t want the evidence of the affair if she is his instead of mine.

Greg clears his throat. “No, she didn’t know.”

A twist in my chest brings a burning to the back of my eyes and I swallow down the ache growing in my throat.

“Why him? Why…” didn’t she choose me to raise the child. I don’t understand.

Her father sighs. “I don’t know, Ethan. I… There’s nothing I can say to help you.”

Shaking my head, I rub a hand down my face and let out a hollow laugh. “You can tell me why you helped Lyndsey hide her the whole time? Why you just let me live like a fool for years while my wife was cheating on me!”

“She’s my daughter!” Greg shouts back, then his voice softens, “and that child is my grandchild. In the scale of things, you don’t matter.”

I understand what he’s saying, but it doesn’t hurt any less. This is a man I’ve known since I was fifteen. He’s been a part of my world for nearly half my life. I’ve dedicated my whole career to him and his company, trying to provide for his family.

“Make sure the severance is one worth staying silent,” I say.

Right now, the people in the industry are sympathetic to our loss. But if Lyndsey’s adultery and news of a secret child got out, the company’s reputation would tank, especially with my swift departure.

“Wait, Ethan. We can still?—”

I hang up, not wanting to hear him try to persuade me I can still work for them. My chest rises and falls with heavy heaves before I turn and punch the bed with a shout.

Fuck them.

Fuck them.

I wish I had never met the fucking bitch. I could be poor as shit and it would have been better than feeling like this.

Clenching my teeth, I bang my curled fists against my forehead as I try to fight back the sounds of my sobs.

I fucking hate her.

I hate her and her family.

Years of my life, just fucking worthless.

I sink to the floor, sucking in gulps of air before wiping under my eyes and the snot dripping from my nose. Everything hurts, my chest, my heart, my mind. It’s as if it’s crushing upon me.

God, everything I was building a future toward. Just gone. Time wasted.

Having to start over at nearly thirty seems like a failure.

I take a large gasp of air when hands touch me, and I jerk away.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” Trent’s voice sounds alarmed, but I try to scoot away from him, wanting to be alone.

“What happened?” he asks, and I shake my head.

He grabs my arms, and lifts me with ease to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Please.” His soft plea has me blowing out a long breath, my lips vibrating with the force.

I can’t make out his face through my tears. “They knew, they didn’t care. No one fucking cares. No one fucking cares about me.”

“I care. I’ve always cared… Let me show you how much,” Trent says, his hand sliding down my stomach and into my pants to wrap around my hardening length.

He licks his lips, stepping closer, pressing his hot and hard erection against my thigh.

“You want this?” he asks, his thumb smearing my leaking pre-cum all over the tip of my cock.

I do, I want it a lot. “Y-yeah.”

“Do you want more than my hand?” he rasps. He rests his forehead against mine; I can feel his breath on my lips.

My chest is heaving, my shallow pants fanning across his face. He’s still stroking my cock, his other hand gripping my ass. I’m not sure I’m ready to try that, so I swallow and say nothing.

Trent smiles gently. “I meant my mouth.”

“What?”

I suck in a breath as he presses his lips against my jaw.

“I want to suck your cock, Ethan. Tell me you’re okay with that,” he whispers.

My heart clenches in my chest. “Okay.”

He kisses my lips, pulling away before I can make up my mind to kiss him back. “Good boy, I’ll make you feel so good. ”

The brush of his pinkie along the vein on the underside of my shaft has me shuddering.

Trent lowers to his knees, pushing my pants down with him and my hard cock springs out.

His hold on me shifts as he drags his flattened tongue down my entire shaft, before circling the tip and sucking it between his lips.

I groan, unable to contain the pleasure from the teasing of his tongue.

His piercing is a sensation I’ve never felt before, and my ass clenches while my cock swells larger.

Trent shifts on his knees as he bobs up and down my length, taking more of me inside him with each pass.

“Jesus,” I groan, my fist curling at my side with the temptation to tangle my fingers in his hair. When he takes me deeper, I hit the back of his throat and my balls draw up at the sound of his gargle.

He swallows around me and my knees shake, barely keeping me upright.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I cry out, my cock jerking because I can’t hold it back any longer. I’ve never been quick to the draw, but the pleasure is so overwhelming I can’t control it.

Trent doesn’t move away from me, our eyes locked on one another as I come.

I throb in his mouth, spilling wave after wave of my cum, and I stare transfixed as his throat swallows it all down.

When I start to soften, he pulls back and wipes at the corner of his mouth as his lips quirk with a teasing smile.

I clear my throat, waving at the bulge in his pants. “Do you want me to take care of that?” My cheeks flush at the offer, and Trent’s eyebrows raise.

“Do you want to?” he asks.

I don’t answer for a second. I’m pretty sure I do. I imagine it’s not much different than handling my own cock. But I hesitate and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay, Ethan. If we’re going to do this kind of thing, it doesn’t have to be a give and take every time. I wanted to make you feel good, and that’s it. Let me shower, and then we can meet up with the realtor.”

I step in front of him when he goes to move past me. “I do want to. I just…” I trail off, not sure how to articulate how I feel and shrug. Another part of me still feels hollow from the earlier conversation with my father-in-law.

He gives me a half-smile. “I get it. Believe me, I do. We go at your pace, yeah? I told you before I’m okay with this for as long as you’re okay with it.”