Page 31 of The Tycoon

Letting out a disbelieving laugh, her eyes most likely roll behind her oversized sunglasses. I know she wants to retort to the contrary but my Mama arrives just in time.

“Sutton Andrew Douglas!”

Oh, I’m in trouble. She used my full goddamn name.

“Mama, how good it is to see you,” I reply, smiling up at her.

She pushes out a frustrated growl, the sound sets off her little demon Pomeranian. Sweetie responds to her vexation, growling and barking at me as if I have slighted her too.This damn dog.I swear, I’ve never wanted to punt an animal more in my entire life.

“There arechildrenpresent, Sutton!” she hisses over her Sweetie’s canine tantrum.

Moving my head, I look around Dolly towards the kiddie pool thirty yards away. I count two babies and a toddler no more than two years old. Their parents are fully consumed in their adorableness, I doubt they have even looked our way.

Oh, the scandal.

“They’re babies, Mama. I promise you, no one has paid us any attention besides you. And if they did, I’m not doing anything more than kissing my soulmate. Which, by the way, Mama, please meet Dolly,” I reply.

Pressing her lips together, my Mama takes a moment tocollect herself. It isn’t long before she slips back into the pageant queen she’s been all her life. She’s still madder than a hornet, but she knows how important Dolly is to me. She will contain her rage until we’re alone. I could bet money on it.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dolly,” she says, her voice almost eerily calm.

Even with my Mama’s change in demeanor, Sweetie continues to yip and yap. Bearing her sharp little teeth, she tosses her furry body around in my Mama’s hold.

Clearing her throat, Dolly fully turns her body towards my Mama. I allow her to move off of my lap so she’s able to create some physical distance between us. I don’t like it one bit, but I want my Princess to feel as comfortable as she can during this important introduction.

Lifting her mirrored sunglasses, she rests them on top of her head. Stepping to the side of the jacuzzi, she outstretches her arm to give my Mama her hand.

“Hi, Mrs. Douglas, I’m Dolly…Dolly Dixon. It’s so good to meet you.”

As soon as her melodic voice cuts through the air, Sweetie grows silent. Her little body stops frantically jerking in my Mama’s arm. Tilting her head to and fro, she surveys Dolly with what can only be described as an actual smile on her furry face. Her reaction is odd to say the least; it causes both my Mama and me to look at one another in shock. This puntable dog hasnever shown a lick of respect for anyone besides my Mama, and even then, the instances are few and far between.

Softening the rest of the annoyance from her expression, my Mama bends down to be at Dolly’s eye level. Taking her hand, she gives it a shake. Dolly has no clue, but she has just endeared herself to her for the rest of her life.

“It’s a pleasure, Dolly. And please…call me Mama,” she replies, letting go of her hand.

Blinking at her, Dolly huffs a tiny giggle. Glancing at me, I watch as her nervousness kicks into high gear. Folding her arms over her barely covered chest, she tries to hide the various marks I’ve left between the valley of her breasts and along her collarbone.

“Ok,Mama,I’m really glad I get to meet you,” she says, her voice shaking at the seams.

Mimicking her little dog, Mama quirks her head as she gazes upon my love. She boldly reaches out to brush a strand of blonde hair from Dolly’s face, affording her a small bit of affection that she rarely gives to her own children or beloved husband. Let alone a woman who is bearing the bite marks of her son.

“I’m so glad you’ve come into my Sutton’s life, beautiful girl. I didn’t think he would ever want to be shackled down.”

A genuine smile lifts Dolly’s lips; her gaze falls into the bubbling water. She shifts her weight, unsure of what to say.

Now that I’ve recovered from my erection, I move to stand behind her to give her some confidence. Wrapping my arm around her protectively, I gently pull her flush against my torso.

“Well consider me shackled, Mama,” I say, placing a soft kiss upon the crown of Dolly’s head. “Now why are you here? You know there’s something called aphone,right?”

Turning her head, Dolly looks at me with wide eyes. If she wasn’t trying to cover her love bites, I’m sure she would slap me.

“Sutton, benice,”she whispers.

Shrugging my shoulders, I exhale through my nose. I didn’t mean for my question to sound so harsh, but if it wasn’t for her I would be inside my Princess’ perfect little pussy right now in this hot tub. I love my Mama to death, but I am just a little miffed.

Pressing her lips into a fine line, Mama shakes her head at me. Now I have two women that want to slap me.

“You areluckyDolly is standing next to you,son,”she begins, her voice turning to ice. “I'll have you knowIhavebeen trying to call you! I’ve sent you a million texts! You’re not answering me back, boy. I knew you would be out by the pool eventually, and I need to work on my tan so, here I am. But we have some importantbusinessto discuss. Our dear friend Senator Murphy isn’t too happy with the…contractwe were trying to renegotiate.There are some amendments to it that wemustadhere to.”