Filthy Secret

APOLLO

There was only so long that I could stare out of my office window looking down at all of the buildings below me while wishing I was somewhere else with someone else.

I’d never been this wound up over anyone in my life, but Olive had wormed herself into my mind, into my heart, and onto my fucking cock. There was no doubt that she was sore from the constant fucking, I mean, damn, even I was, but she was a drug and like the addict that I was, I found myself needing more and more of her.

Which was why at lunchtime, I walked out of my office on the top floor of the building and into the elevator, determined to see her. I hadn’t touched her since yesterday evening. It was too long to go without having her skin against mine or hearing her sweet, lyrical voice.

It was all Jessie’s fault. Since she’d gotten home from the girl’s trip two weeks ago, she’d barely left me alone. They’d only lived with me for a month and a half, but the thought of Olive not being around when I came home from work every day didn’t bear thinking about. So if I had to keep Jessie occupied for the time being, then I would. I’d distract her with money for trips and shopping sprees. I’d do just about anything to get time alone with my baby girl.

I pulled out my phone as I slipped into my sports car, shooting off a message to Olive to tell her to meet me outside of school. If she wasn’t there when I got there, I had no problem with going into the school office and pulling her from her lessons.

I needed her more than I needed my next damn breath.

OLIVE

“Oh god,” I groaned, yanking on his hair, and thrusting my hips into his face. Apollo was a master with his tongue. He knew the right spots to hit at just the right time. “I’m going to come!”

He pulled back, stopping his assault just long enough to say, “Come all over my face.”

His words had me on the edge, but as soon as his tongue flicked across my clit, I exploded, my hands letting go of his hair to grip onto the hotel bed sheets.

This wasn’t the first time we’d come here. In fact, over the last two weeks, it had become a daily occurrence. I’d leave school a couple of hours early and Apollo would pick me up, then we’d spend the afternoon here before going back home and playing house with my mom.

I’d barely spoken to her since we’d moved here two months ago, but it wasn’t like she’d made the effort with me either. She was too preoccupied with the new friends she’d made and the next designer piece of clothing she could buy with Apollo’s money.

I never knew what to think about the way he let her spend his money. It wasn’t like I wanted it, in fact, I hadn’t asked for a single thing from him other than his attention and his body.

“Fuck, you taste divine,” he sighed.

I inhaled a deep breath, trying to push my thoughts aside, but it was getting harder and harder to do the longer time went on. Part of me wondered whether he was making Mom too comfortable. She’d think there was more here than there was, and even though it meant we would stay longer, it also meant she was living a lie longer than she usually would.

I was being dishonest, but as I looked down at Apollo between my legs, I couldn’t stop myself from doing it. I was caught in his trap with no desire to find a way out.

“It’s getting late,” I said, completely switching the conversation up.

We’d already fucked twice this afternoon.

He tilted his head to the side, staring up at me. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yeah.” I answered way too quickly for him to believe me, but I knew he wouldn’t push me on it. He was good at giving me the space I needed, but that didn’t mean he let me get away with it. He may let it drop now, but I’d have to explain it to him later. “I’ve just got a ton of homework to do, and Mom said she’d be home tonight.”

He nodded, his eyes shuttering and his expression going blank. He was so good at hiding his emotions, but normally when it was just him and I, he let me see them all. I hated the way he looked when Mom was around us. I hated not being able to glance into his eyes and know what he was thinking.

“Get cleaned up then we’ll leave,” he said, pushing up off the bed and holding his hand out for me.

I was quicker in the bathroom than I normally would be, my silence echoing around us as we left the upscale hotel room, checked out, then went to the parking lot adjacent to the building.

“Olive,” he murmured, stopping me at the back of his car. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

I stared up at him, hating how tears sprung to my eyes. I refused to let them fall though. “I know…I just…” I puffed out a breath and stepped into his open arms, loving the safety that they gave me. “I just hate all the secrecy.”

“I get it.” He placed his forehead to mine then pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “It won’t be forever though, okay? Just until you turn eighteen.”

My eighteenth birthday was my milestone. It was just under two months away, yet it felt like an entire lifetime. “When I’m eighteen,” I repeated, sighing as I pressed the side of my head to his chest, using his heartbeat to center me. “It can’t come quick enough.”

“Tell me about it,” he commented, chuckling.

I pulled back, smiling up at him then lifting onto my tiptoes to press my lips against his, but as I placed my feet back onto the ground fully, a car caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. A car I recognized.

“Was that Mom?” I asked, frowning as it exited the parking lot.

“No, she’s at home,” Apollo assured me. “Which is where you should be heading now, I’ve got one more meeting, so I won’t be home until late.”

I nodded, still staring at the now empty spot where I’d seen the car speed by. Maybe I was seeing things. Maybe all this secrecy was getting to me more than I thought it was.