Chapter 38

Running the tips of my fingers over my wrinkled blouse I sent a grinning Wes a dark glare. His lips stretched further into that irresistible smile that was behind my anger towards him in the first place. It was that knee buckling smile that weakened my defenses and clouded my common sense as I melted against him with every kiss and tender touch. Tender touches turned fervent and desperate as we stripped the other in seconds. Like hormone crazed teenagers just discovering sex we stumbled backwards on to the couch in the restaurant office bare as the day we were born. From there it was a blur of limps, moans, erotic sound of skin slapping on skin and the sweet release we shared at the same time and very loudly much to my embarrassment.

He wrapped his arms around my waist "I love when you're mad." he said in a soft whisper

"Wes, stop.." I squirmed in his arms, the corners of my lips turning upwards as he dipped his head and kissed the base of my neck

I moaned, contradicting my earlier protest I snaked an arm behind his neck as I tilted my head back allowing him better access "You're so fücking sexy and the sounds you make kitty kat..." he licked the skin across my collarbone extracting a soft whimper "Turn me on." he groaned

"No, Wes. We can't." I sighed, feeling his hands glide over my thighs "Your family." I added in a low tone

Bunching up the pencil skirt, he lifted it over my hips leaving me exposed for his hungry eyes to devour. Melting like a stick of butter on a hot skillet against his toned body, any reasons against a third round in the family office was quickly forgotten as his fingers skimmed my already wet slit. My mind filled with thoughts of having his enlarged member entering me, I shivered at the image and leaned further against the growing bulge pressing against his jeans.

"Why is when I'm around you all I can think about is sex?" I sighed as I ground my ass over his impressive erection

He nipped at my earlobe playfully "Because every time I think of you I imagine pounding into your tight püssy." he whispered hoarsely

"Hmmm..." I gripped him as best I could through the fabric of his jeans, hearing his low hiss when my hand made contact "How about we make it reality?"

The low growl that passed his lips did nothing more than encourage my inner slut as I rubbed against his length like an animal in heat and fùck was I in flames. As my hands traveled to the front of his jeans I heard a distant ringing sound, for a moment I was confused but as the sound continued to echo in the office I realized it was my phone.

"Wes-" I yelped in surprise when he slipped a finger into my wet folds

"Leave it." he muttered in between planting open mouthed kisses down my neck

Pushing the raging hormones tugging at my insides, I slapped his forearm away from my pulsing cúnt that clenched around the tips of his fingers as he slipped them out of my weeping entry. I was grateful he didn't put up much of a fight since my traitorous body would have given in to the sinful temptation that was Wes and damn was he a worthy sin. Never less I shook the lustful haze that kept my mind foggy whenever the sex God touched me. Licking my parched lips I righted my skirt once more and proceeded to answer my phone with Wes tailing dangerously close behind me and I had a feeling it didn't have anything to do with who was calling me.

"Khloe Sparks." I answered after clearing my throat a couple times

The small growl from behind me did nothing to settle the ache between my thighs. Control yourself Sparks!

"Khloe, its me. I was wondering if you could stop by the house tonight. Your sister's dress is too small, the cater wants his money and to top it off-" my mother's rambling was cut off by a monstrous shriek, I cringed away from the phone as Stacy's screams grew louder "I have that." she sighed

"Sure, I'll be there at seven." I found myself agreeing, Stacy was a hassle to deal with but Stacy as bridezilla must me horrific

"Great, I'll see you in fifteen minutes, thank you again sweetheart." she chirped happily and hung up

Fifteen minutes? Staring down at the screen of my phone I gasped at the time. I've been in the office with Wes for over three hours! Tucking my phone in my bag I turned to face Wes as his arms wrapped around my waist, his lips pursed in a adorable pout.

"You're leaving." he sighed

I nodded "My mother needs me to drop by the house to sort out a few finical details for the wedding." I explained

His dark brows pulled together "Why can't your father take care of it?"

Because he is a broke asshole who would sell his own daughter than give her away, I mentally hissed.

Stepping out of his touch I turned my head, unable to meet his gaze with the lie tumbling from my lips "He's been busy and with the wedding around the corner my mother needs all the help she can get."

"That's pretty selfish of him. Isn't it enough that your sister is marrying the cheating fücker but now you're assisting them with their wedding."

I reached for my bag knowing Wes had a valid point but he didn't understand that my father would sit back and watch as the wedding falls apart just so he has an extra buck in his wallet. It is obvious that Stacy and I aren't your normal loving sisters, in fact it's safe to assume part of me loathed my older sister and watching this wedding burn to flames would definitely bring a smile to my face but she's still my sister. Despite everything I still want her to have a normal, fairytale wedding and that means getting further involved in this abomination.

"We're family." I forced the words out as I busied myself with retying my now frizzy hair in it's original bun

"Yes, but they treat you more like their personal assistant than a daughter and sister. The fact that they are asking so much of you is unfair."

Forgetting about my messy hair I turned to face him, slightly ticked that he was probing further into this than necessary "That's not true." I lied

His stormy eyes narrowed "I've spent enough time around you to notice you are being taken advantage of and it's not right since you receive nothing in return."

"It's one favor."

"One favor that will turn into three others within the hour of your arrival." he argued

Crossing my arms over my chest I ignored the small voice siding with him and stubbornly tilted my chin upwards "Why is this to importance to you?" I asked

His expression softened, all previous annoyance gone "I hate how they treat you especially your dad, it's not fair a person as amazing as you gets treated like a peasant."

My arms dropped from their defensive position as my body relaxed, all anger dissolving as I stared at the man before me. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I felt my heart constrict with emotion and in that moment I wanted to close the small gap between us and have his arms wrapped around me. No one -other than Tess- has acknowledged that my family treats me like a person below them even when they constantly ask for my help I remain a nuisance in their eyes.

Our eyes collided in a tender gaze that had my heart pitter pattering in my chest "I have to help them." I shrugged, uncertain if I was trying to convince him or myself

Releasing a deep sigh Wes started forward, placing a calloused hand on my shoulders he gave a curt nod "Whatever you say kitty kat but I'm coming with you."

Eagerly nodding, I collected my bag "I'll call a cab." I offered

"No, my ride is here." he said with a smirk and without another word he left the room

Puzzled as to why he was smirking I stepped out into the restaurant where multiple sets of eyes turned in my direction, the looks I received were mixed. Some people grinned knowingly like Dominic who winked at my rosy cheeks and many who shook their heads in disgust as I walked shamefully through the overly packed restaurant. Muttering a timid farewell to Wes's family I scrambled out of the restaurant relieved to be away from all those people.

I patted the wild wisps of hair that cupped my face when a midnight blue Harley raced before nearly running me over and scaring me to the point that I almost wet myself.

"You almost hit me, you crazy asshole!" I growled at the driver who chuckled in response

Gasping, I stomped forward and slapped the man's shoulder recognizing the motorcycle as the one that takes my spot at the parking lot below my apartment. With another throaty laugh the driver removed the helmet from his head revealing a smirking Wes.

"This is your ride?" I asked as my eyes took in the loud contraption

"Yes, this is my baby." he confirmed proudly "Now get on so we can get this over with."

Get on! My eyes widened as they roamed over the dark motorcycle in unmasked terror. He expects me to get on that death machine! Sensing my inner fear of the roaring bike Wes held out a hand, his eyes pleading with me to trust him and do as he says. Gulping nervously, I glanced at the rumbling engine then back to Wes's reassuring expression. Tentatively stepping toward him, I placed a trembling hand in his causing a megawatt grin to stretch across his face.

Gently pulling me towards the rumbling beast, Wes asked me to take a seat behind him on the leather seat. Obeying his command I released a shaky breath as I sat on top of the vibrating bike awaiting his next command. Assisting me with the spare helmet Wes instructed for me to lift my legs above the engine so I don't burn my legs on the heated metal and hold on to him. Before I could nod in agreement the ear deafening roar of the engine assaulted my ears as the motorcycle sped down the long stretched street. Immediately my arms tightened around his waist as I molded my body against his in pure fear that if I loosened my grip I would fall off the speeding bike.

"Relax, I've been riding since I was fifteen." Wes shouted over the roaring engine

"Was that even legal?" I asked

"No, but Dominic didn't know that when I convinced him to teach me." he chuckled

Despite the terrifying speed we were traveling in I tossed my head back and laughed. The soft sound surprised both Wes and I, he craned his head back sparing a quick glance in my direction.

"Watch the road." I squealed and buried my face against his toned back

His velvety laughter tickled my ears and despite the cool night air hitting my face I lifted my head so my chin rested on his shoulder, a content smile on my face as he maneuvered around traffic. Cars and people were a blur around us as we sped through the streets, the roar of the motorcycle no longer an angry rumble but a soft hum as I melted against him momentarily forgetting my fear of the death machine.

As we entered the long gravel driveway of my mother's house I felt disappointed that the ride was over. Hopping off the seat I felt my legs wobble slightly as I pulled the silver helmet off.

"What did you think of your first ride?" Wes asked as he took the helmet from me

Swiping my fingers through my hair I was relieved that I didn't have a bird's nest on my head "It's not as bad as I originally thought." I admitted

He flashed me a heart stopping grin "So you aren't opposed to riding it more often?"

I shook my head "No, but if you take my parking spot one more time I'll run the stupid bike over with my car." I warned and started toward the front door

"She's my baby, you can't hurt her." he complained as he strode along side me with ease

Turning in his direction I gave him a crooked smile "All the more reason to get rid of her." I said partly joking and much to my surprise Wes's eyes widened in fear as he glanced back at his bike with concern

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Lowering the phone from my hand I jotted the final price for the hotel down, after forty long minutes the owner and I agreed to a reasonable price that was still a bit pricy but than again this was a last minute arrangement. I've been at my mother's house for little over two hours settling the mess my father neglected to attend to and what a mess it was. He refused to pay the florist, told the cater he would pay him after the wedding and tried bribing the ice sculptures with a trip to the virgin islands. The man left a shit load behind and I was struggling to clean up.

"Have you sent the check to the boutique?" I asked my father

He swished the bourbon in his cup around before taking a sip "I've been a little short lately but I told those morons I'd send it." he explained with a simple wave if his hand

Lowering the one in my hand I shot him a dark glare "The dresses are arriving tomorrow which means the check has to me sent out early tomorrow morning other wise they take the dresses back."

He rolled his shoulders carelessly "I'm sure you girls have plenty of dresses to wear, it's only one day."

"It's Stacy's wedding." I reminded him

He lifted his legs over the dark coffee table, his expression blank "And it costs a shit load of money that I don't have." he drawled out "Unless.." he cocked his head in my direction "Her successful and wealthy sister decided to help."

"Are you serious?" I gaped, not believing what I was hearing "What happened to the money I gave you a week ago?"

A look of embarrassment crossed his features as he averted his gaze from my dark stare "One thing led to another and I sort of blew it all."

My eyes widened although I wasn't sure why his confession surprised me, I've seen this man blow away ridiculous amounts of money in the span of twenty four hours. Frustrated with the position I was being placed in I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. A voice shouted for me to keep my big mouth shut and watch from the sidelines as my father's growing money problem grows worse and I was tempted to do just that but refrained. This is Stacy's first wedding, I reminded myself.

Probably not her last, a voice sneered in my head and I couldn't disagree with it.

"I'll loan you enough to cover the wedding." I offered after another moment of debating whether to make the offer or not

My father straightened and twisted on the mini L shaped sofa so he was facing me once more "It's only because I'm in a jam at the moment or else I wouldn't take your offer." he quickly explained

I refrained from rolling my eyes at his excuse, it was always one thing or another "I'll send the checks in the morning."

Pushing away from the overly sized desk that once was my father's, I collected the papers and neatly folded them in my bag. From the corner of my eye I spotted my father stand as well.

Ignoring him I tossed the fallen locks of hair over my shoulder and proceeded to leave the room when my father gripped my upper arm. Whipping around to face him I wasn't shocked to see his expression a composed mask that hid the disaster of a man beneath.

"Don't tell your mother about this." he asked, the desperation in his voice taking me by surprise

"Afraid of disappointing her?" arched a brow in questioning

"No, she'll give me an ear full about borrowing money from you." he scoffed

Snatching my arm out of his grip I pitied my mother, after everything my father has put her through she still puts up with him and still he couldn't give a crap if he hurt her.

"Are you trying to convince me to sell you out?" I retorted dryly

He had the audacity to smirk "We both know you couldn't, despite your bitchy appearance I know you aren't capable of being so cold hearted." he stated matter-of-factly, he pulled the door open and glanced over his shoulder "It's a weakness of yours you should really work on." he sneered and with that he left me standing in the middle of the room stunned

Anger coiled in my chest and I had to take a step to keep from following him with the fireplace pick in my hand. The fücking doúche couldn't give a simple thank you like a normal person could he! Of course not, he had to give me a fücked up version of a Dr. Phil session.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair feeling the beginnings of a headache forming. What pissed me off wasn't his 'advice' but the truth that it held. No matter how angry I was at my father I couldn't hurt him the way he continuously hurt me mainly because I would be hurting my mother at the same time. She couldn't help the feelings she harbored for the selfish man I'm forced to call father, those same feelings that broke the once strong, loving person she use to be.

All the more reason I shied away from relationships. I don't want one person holding that amount of control over me. To wield the ability to break me and leave an empty shell after everything is over and done with. I don't want to be like my mother.

The sound of a phone ringing pulled me from my thoughts. Turning on my heels I spotted my father's phone lying on the coffee table where he must have forgotten it. I hesitated, allowing it to ring a few more times before lifting the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

There was no reply from the other end, seconds ticked by and I was debating on hanging up when I heard a reply.

"Khloe? Is that you?"

My blood froze in my veins as soon as I recognized the voice on the other end. Stumbling backwards I fell ungracefully on top of the sofa my father was lounging on moments ago, my mouth slightly parted as I struggled to control my breathing. I closed my eyes as his voice brought back the dreaded past I intended to keep buried in the back of my mind along with the dulling pain he inflicted too many years ago. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I attempted to slow my racing heart.

His soft laughter filled my ears and I fought the fury filling my chest as I recalled the last time I heard his laughter "It's funny because I was just thinking about-"

With trembling fingers I ended the call and tossed the phone aside as if it were hot coal. Barely a second passed when it rang again and I felt an invisible hand clutch my heart as fear flooded my body.

I've known he has been in the city for a few days but hearing his voice after so long was surreal, like a nightmare come true. What did he want with me anyway? He stripped me of everything when we were younger, what was there left? Staring at the phone lying on the cushion beside me I couldn't help wonder why after ten years he has chosen to make a reappearance in my life? I knew Tyler well enough to know he purposely got involved with my father for a reason, a reason that I'd bet had something to do with his constant need to get in contact with me.

The million dollar question remained unanswered, why? A cold shiver skittered down my spine as I had a fleeing thought of facing the bastard. I wasn't delusional, we would eventually see each other at the wedding but I wasn't too sure I could face him again and in front of a crowd never less. I freaked out today hearing his voice after ten years how would I react when he stood before me in his all his self-centered glory?

The door to my father's former office opened startling me, sniffing I stood up expecting my father instead Wes walked in.

"I saw your dad leave a few minutes ago so I thought I'd come see what's taking so long." he explained as he ventured further into the room

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing it was Wes and not my father returning for more 'helpful' advice. Sparing a quick glance at the phone I was relieved it stopped ringing.

Wes's brows pulled together as he took in my expression "You okay baby?" he asked as he closed the gap between us

Nodding, I attempted a reassuring smile "Everything is settled, let's go home."

His gray eyes took a quick sweep over my body, unconvinced if I was telling him the truth. Placing my hands on each of his toned forearms, I stood on the tips of my toes and pecked his lips "Thank you for waiting for me and suffering through two hours of Stacy and my mother."

He cringed at the reminder "I was close to sneaking out the bathroom window when your sister asked for my opinion on her dress."

"You were in the second floor." I reminded him

"I would have taken my chances." he replied with a small shiver

"Thankfully we both can leave." I sighed and started toward the door

My left foot just passed the threshold when I heard my father's phone ring. I whipped around, surprised I didn't snap my neck in two when I saw Wes reach for the phone.

"No, leave it!" I ran forward hoping to reach him before he could accept the call but of course luck wasn't on my side.

Wes greeted the other person as I stood, wringing my hands nervously as I awaited the other person's response and prayed it wasn't him. Wes's features grew dark as a low reply came from the other end, his jaw clenched causing a muscle to twitch. My heart sank at the sudden change of his features, knowing it was him who called.

"Do both you and I a favor and fück off." he suddenly spat and dropped the phone on the coffee table with a loud clank

I flinched, sensing the anger coming off of Wes in waves. Inwardly cursing my terrible luck I sunk my teeth into the soft flesh of my bottom lip all while watching Wes stare daggers at the phone on the table. His hands were clenched at his sides, the knuckle area a pale white indicating just how ticked off he truly was. In the moment I wondered what Tyler could have said to upset Wes so quickly, Wes wasn't a man with a short temper so whatever it was must have been bad. Silently cursing Tyler, I took a step towards a frozen like Wes.

Inclining his head he narrowed his eyes "This is your dad's phone."

Unsure if I could form a proper sentence at the moment I gave a small nod, watching Wes intently. He picked up the phone as he nodded in response. Without warning he whipped around and threw the electronic across the room causing it to slam against the far wall and drop to the ground into a dozen pieces. Covering my mouth with my hand I stood speechless as Wes pushed a dark lock of his ebony hair back and walked past me, his body tense.

"....fùcking dìck head." he growled under his breath