As I observed Archer’s guards assembling into a human shield, blocking my path to his residence, I couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance at their disrespectful demeanor, and I made a mental note to have them all fired once I assumed my rightful place by Archer's side.
"Is Archer home?" I inquired, trying to maintain a composed tone despite my frustration.
"No, madam," one of the guards replied.
"Very well. Can I speak with his nurse? It must be quite lonely for her to be confined there all day," I suggested, attempting to feign sympathy. However, they remained unmoved, and instead, more guards gathered, reinforcing the blockade at the entrance. Anger simmered within me, though I concealed it beneath a facade of amusement.
"Boss said no one is allowed inside when he's not in the building," the first guard retorted.
"Is that so?" I scoffed. "Not even Victor?" I questioned, hoping to catch them off guard. However, they met my inquiry with blank stares.
"Very well then, gentlemen. I shall leave you to your duties," I stated, concealing my true feelings behind a mask of feigned amusement. As I turned away, my smile evaporated from my face, realizing that I might have been pursuing a fruitless endeavor. Archer had been noticeably absent from his own home ever since the arrival of his alleged nurse. So then he might not be involved with her. Yet, there was an unsettling aura surrounding that foolish girl's presence in Archer's residence. Whoever she was, she must hold significance in his life.
Two weeks had passed since the girl arrived, two weeks of being deprived of intimacy with Archer. Finally, Archer came to the main building to see his father, and a maid promptly notified me of his arrival.
Recognizing the opportunity, I swiftly took a refreshing bath and carefully selected alluring lingerie, concealed beneath a towel robe. Positioned in the hallways, my anticipation grew as I awaited his presence. The encounter between Archer and his father stretched on for a seemingly endless two hours, testing my patience. Just as I was considering retiring to bed, a delightful scent of his cologne wafted toward me, instantly igniting my heart with joy. Eagerly, I pressed myself against a recess in the wall, poised to intercept him.
"Archie?" I whispered, blocking his path and reaching up to caress his exquisite jaw. A powerful longing surged within me, and I desired him with an intensity that overwhelmed me. "I've missed you," I confessed. However, he scoffed and stepped back, his gaze fixed upon me with a disdainful expression. Disbelief washed over me, my chest heaving in astonishment as he regarded me as nothing more than an annoyance.
"Sorry, find yourself a toy or something," he retorted dismissively, striding past me. I couldn't believe it. Archer was once again turning down my advances! I had believed that the previous instance, when he hesitated due to his gunshot wounds and the interruption by his nurse, was an exception. I had foolishly anticipated a different outcome this time. Yet, here he was, rejecting me once more. His dismissive tone made me feel insignificant as if I were nothing more than a mere object. A sense of shame washed over me, leaving me with a chilling sensation of unworthiness.
Seething with anger, I stormed towards Victor's study, slamming the door shut behind me. Victor sat at his desk, engrossed in his work, raising an eyebrow questioningly as I discarded my robe, revealing my lingerie. I approached him slowly, seductively removing it piece by piece. His pen fell from his hand as he leaned back, his eyes fixed upon me with an inscrutable gaze.
"What do you think you're doing?" he rasped, clearly taken aback.
"I want you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me," I replied boldly, advancing towards his desk. Taking his hand, I guided it between my thighs, allowing him to feel the overwhelming wetness that consumed me. I observed his eyes darken as he slid a finger inside me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.
"You always enjoy playing with fire, don't you, little Jess? I told you to stop calling me that," he warned a hint of arousal in his voice.
"But you loved it when I did, Victor. I can see how excited it gets you. Admit it, especially when you're deep inside me, fucking me hard," I whispered, my voice filled with panting anticipation.
"You think you know me? You don't, little girl. I promise you that," he retorted, intensifying his ministrations, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
I moaned in response, biting my lower lip as he increased the intensity. As pleasure overwhelmed me, I skillfully unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and freed his engorged member. He leaned closer, capturing my nipples with his mouth, his eyes locked onto mine as he tantalized me.
Wrapping my arms around his head, I held him in place, savoring the pleasure he bestowed upon me. He then positioned me astride him, and I sank down, taking him deep inside me. Moans of ecstasy escaped my lips as I reveled in the sensation of being filled by him. Victor held my hips, guiding my movements, transforming me into his instrument of pleasure, just as he always did.
A gentle knock on the door and the turning of the doorknob interrupted our passionate encounter, drawing our attention. "Victor?" my mother's voice penetrated through the closed door.
Victor smirked. "I suppose she'll have to wait her turn," he declared, placing a hand over my mouth to stifle any potential moans as he increased his pace. When he was finished, he left me there, feeling used and utterly alone.
Days later, my mother asked one of the maids to invite me to join her and her friends for lunch, and since I had nothing else planned, I decided to oblige. We rarely dined together these days due to our lack of mutual interest. My mother seemed satisfied being Victor Donovan's trophy wife, fitting in with Brooks County's equally ambitious socialites who, like her, had managed to secure wealthy partners. But I craved something more, and their mundane gossip held no appeal for me.
As I entered the elegant dining room, the soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the glistening silverware and fine china set on the table. The room was adorned with luxurious drapes, and exquisite artwork adorned the walls. My mother was already seated at the head of the table like the fucking lady of the house, chatting animatedly with her two friends, Nikky and Lovell. I rolled my eyes. The three were laughing like schoolgirls. I wondered who the poor soul was being used as entertainment now, not that I cared. I took the seat at the far end of the long dining table, nodding in greetings to the two women.
"Good evening," I said, feigning pleasantries.
"How are you, Jess?" Nikky asked a curious smile on her face, no doubt eager to glean some gossip.
"You always manage to look elegant. I wish my daughter would be more like you," Lovell commented.
"Haha," I laughed without genuine amusement, taking my seat. "Afternoon, Mother," I said, purposely avoiding eye contact.
"You should let your hair loose, you look more beautiful that way," my mother remarked. I ground my teeth, flashing a strained smile.
"Yes, Mother," I replied with thinly veiled sarcasm. 'Your husband would fuck me either way, Patricia,' I thought to myself.
Nikky leaned closer to my mother, eagerly sharing another juicy piece of gossip. She spoke of a woman named Adelaide, a single mother in our neighborhood, who had allegedly caught the attention of a wealthy married neighbor. It seemed Adelaide was now pregnant with his child, and the wealthy neighbor had left his wife to marry her.
"How classless," Lorelle chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain. The women burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by the scandalous story. I almost scoffed out loud, pondering how they would perceive my mother if they knew half of her story.
And then, at that moment, it hit me—a revelation, a twisted light bulb moment. Why hadn't I thought of it sooner? I could get pregnant, claim the child as Archer's, and solidify my position within the Donovan family. Despite Archer's insistence on using protection, Victor had never bothered with such precautions. So I could become pregnant by Victor and pass it off as Archer's. After all, since they were father and son, a DNA test wouldn't be able to discern the truth, would it? Though my understanding of DNA was limited, it seemed like a simple plan. With my mind set, I excused myself, ignoring my mother's inquisitive gaze.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry, Jessy?" she asked.
"I have a date," I lied, heading out.