Page 13 of Hide and Keep

“As of yesterday’s competition, cheerleading’s over.”

“But we have—”

“It’s over!” Arthur finally loses his composure, shouting the last word at his daughter.

I don’t really like it, him yelling at her, even if she does deserve it, but I bite my tongue, counting down the seconds until I can leave this place. Rich people are weird as fuck and not for me.

“As is your excuse for not wearing enough clothing.” Arthur gestures to me, ordering, “Give her yours.”

Grateful I technically have on two shirts today, I start unbuttoning my flannel. What does it say about the pauper literally giving the princess the shirt off his back?

“I’m not wearing his off-brand rags.”

“Cover up or so help me, I will strap a chastity belt to you,” he warns.

Although I’ve seen this man show zero humor, I hope to God he’s just joking.

I walk my shirt over to Ever. As she goes to grab it, her nails sink into my wrist, but I don’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction—good or bad, because while she’s wanting bad, my cock thinks it feels good. Really fucking good.

Peeking up at me through thick black lashes, she juts out her bottom lip, and whispers, “I’d rather wear a chastity belt thanyour ugly hand-me-downs. At least then I could run your dick through it like a meatgrinder.”

I rip my arm out of her hold, those fake nails leaving angry lines in their wake, then I fit the flannel over her shoulders, making sure to button it from the top down.

When I’m on the last one, I bend down so I’m next to her ear and, grazing the inside of her bare thigh with a fingertip, whisper back, “Good luck getting it hard enough to try. I’ve put my dick in glory holes more attractive than you.”

I’m full of shit of course. Not only have I never even seen a glory hole in person, I’m currently fighting a hard-on. She was attractive before she marked me, but now… As long as she didn’t talk, I’d have no problem wetting my dick in Ever Munreaux.

Her breath tickles my ear as she says, “Quit now or when I’m finished with you, the only job you’ll be able to get is manning a glory hole…” She pulls back to look me in the eye. “…swallowing so much cum, sperm will shoot out of your tear ducts.”

The corners of my eyes itch from that graphic visual.

“That’s not how it works.”

“Whatever you say, cum fountain.”

Snapping to my full height, which is at least a foot taller than hers, I keep sperm-free eye contact with her while telling her dad, “I accept the position.”

I don’t have to be her bodyguard forever. But after the challenge Ever just laid at my feet, that five-thousand-dollar bonus is as good as mine.

One brow arched, Ever mimics a blowjob, then spins and leaves.

“Well, that went better than expected.”

Finally peeling my eyes off the doorway Ever disappeared through, I return my attention to Arthur. Did it? She threatened both my dick and my livelihood, and I can’t decide which I should be more pissed about.

“As you can see, my daughter is acting out. She’s struggling with…” His gaze drops. “…her mother’s death.”

I mumble out an apology for his loss that he shrugs off. Although no one ever really saw Alette Munreaux when she was alive, everyone heard about her tragic death. But that was several years back already.

“I’ve given her ample time to come to terms with her new reality, but her behavior continues to worsen. And while we all were a little rebellious at her age, she’s meant for more than being some frat bro’s chew toy. She’s important. Necessary. The future of Munreaux Motorcycles depends on her. Do you understand?”

I give a nod even though I don’t know what the hell the girl I just met could possibly offer Munreaux Motorcycles. If Arthur’s plan is to hand his daughter the reins one day, that day isfaroff. Ever’s not fit to intern at a multi-billion-dollar company right now, let alone run one.

Is there literally no one else to take over?

“Recently, she’s been on a bit of a tear. Sneaking out at all hours of the night, showing back up with fuck-marks on her neck from God knows who. Now that her little cheerleading competition is over, I fear she’ll let her studies slip and lose her exemplary academic standing as well. She only has a few weeks of classes left for her freshman year. I need her to finish her time at college strong. Your job is to ensure she does.”

She’s a freshman. That means I’ll be babysitting her for the next three years. At least. She could major in something that requires even more schooling.

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