New Year's Eve Baby

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Keeping Her

Knight’s P.O.V:

Two huge piles of folders were spread out in front of me as I sat on the living room couch of my LA home, in worn out jeans and a pale blue cashmere sweater. Those files had all the details about the year’s finances and the profit my company had made this year. It was a time for celebration, of throwing a huge party for the workers of my company who’d done such a brilliant job. But my mind was a million miles away from work and my eyes were glued to the 60 inch plasma TV on the opposite wall and on the woman who walked down the runway in a red lacy b*a and panties with little rubies encrusted in them and a red and white faux fur robe that left nothing to the imagination.

My hands clenched on the file I’ve been holding.

The woman had long brunette hair that reached her lower back in natural waves, but what I’d missed at first was now prominent in the blinding light’s onstage. Her big green eyes were bright; a smile stretched from ear to ear that reached her eyes, her joy in being onstage unhidden. Her hair also had some natural blonde highlights that were now shimmering in the light. Her face was painted on with makeup and it enhanced her natural beauty a thousand fold. Her skin was creamy and had a glow to it that wasn’t a work of the lights but came from within her. Long legs that stretched on forever and a figure that wasn’t stick thin but a beautiful blend of roundness and sharp angles. All in all, Elena Thunder was every man’s wet dreams come to life.

The screen shifted as she whirled on the stage and started walking back the way she came, her hips moving seductively that had several people wolf whistling and shouting. A ripping sound came from my hands and I looked down startled to find that I’d torn the folder in half. Gritting my teeth, I kept the folder aside and turned my attention back to the screen, but Elena was gone and the focus had shifted to another model with an orange-ish red hair. I waited till the end of the live stream show, a lingerie show by a company called SunKissed, but Elena didn’t appear for the final run down.

Damn it!

I shoved aside the files and got up from the couch. Shutting off the TV, I paced around the living room for a good twenty minutes, feeling like a caged animal desperate to get out. Giving up when the restlessness only increased, I went out through the backdoor to my house and into the backyard pool and stripping off my sweater and jeans, dived into the freezing water and started swimming right away.

Ten laps around the pool were nowhere near satisfying, but it took the edge off, cooling me down enough so that I don’t fire an unfortunate servant who’d simply be doing their duty. But the main problem had been the erection I’d been sprouting at the sight of Elena that wouldn’t go down even after the exhausting swimming and pacing around.

The first thing that I felt as soon as my eyes landed on her face was desire. A searing, clenching desire that gripped me hard and wouldn’t shake off no matter what I did. Ever since I’d left her in her apartment three months ago, her face seems to have been permanently etched into my mind. No matter how many women I slept with, they were never enough to satisfy me and the worst part was, I saw her face in each one of them.

I shouldn’t be this disturbed by Elena; in fact, I should hate her guts for what she did. I didn’t mind what happened to Ava, she deserved what was coming to her for not telling me that she was a married woman and a mother of two kids. Hell, she’d probably f****d several people before me! But what had me furious was that she’d used a private moment like that to make money for herself. She was the lowest of the lot, a woman who would do anything for money.

And yet, twenty minutes later, I found myself looking the video I had captured of us on New Year’s Eve on my laptop. I’d been sure that I kept this file hidden, highly encrypted and in a laptop that had no internet connection, hence, no fear of being hacked. I wasn’t as heartless as I’d made Elena believe. Even if she did betray me, I would never leak out this video; I just couldn’t after what we shared that night. But it had been necessary to teach her a lesson, make her believe I had something against her that would ruin her life so she doesn’t do anything stupid like before.

My thoughts were momentarily distracted by a moan coming from the screen. Elena stood against the wall as I pulled down her leggings and panties, the top half n***d and those glorious breasts on display. I could still remember the pinkness of her flesh, her damp folds of her womanhood as I parted her folds and shoved inside my tongue, tasting her juices. And just like that, my c**k was rock hard and throbbing, so I did the only thing that came remotely close to satisfying me. I jerked off to the video of our night together, cursing Elena in my mind, but hungering for her at the same time.

And that was when I made a decision. Traitor or not, but I’ve decided to have her in my life in any way possible. And I’d do whatever it takes to get her back. I would never trust her, but if she was the only one who could satisfy me, then I’ll find a way to keep her with me until I was sated…until I no longer needed her.