Chapter 5-

James's pov

Mature content

"kiss me," she pleaded and I kissed her on her cheeks knowing that wasn't what she needed.

"No, not there." she placed the tip of her index finger on her lips, letting it trail seductively. "right here'."

"On your lips?" I asked and she nodded yes, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"Are you sure about that?" I continued to tease her, knowing precisely that was what she wanted.

I didn't wait for a reply, instead, I rested my forehead to hers, looking into her glassy brown orbs for a nanosecond before claiming her pink luscious lips. I owned it. Me and no one else.

I touched my tongue to her bottom lips. She responded by touching her tongue to mine as I pulled her closer. Our tongues began to battle in a dance for dominance.

She moaned softly into my mouth and I felt a stir down my pants before the tightening. Oh damn!

The sound was damn erotical. I grew harder when she bit my bottom lips and sucked on it. She was the only one who could ignite so much fire in me with just a kiss. My De...

"Ow!" I cried out as someone pulled on my legs."What th-"

"Shhh." I knew it was Zara immediately I heard her hiss. "Dad just arrived. We don't use the F- word when he's around, remember?" I opened my eyes to see her smiling sheepishly.

"What the fuck did you do that for!?" I made sure to place emphasis on the word, just to let her know I was a grown-ass man, and not a teenager like her my dad could boss around.

When she continued smiling, I knew she was messing with me. "You could've simply set off my alarm or something. Something that doesn't involve you pulling on my legs like you wanted nothing but to pull it off."

"And you would've woken up? For Pete's sake don't kid yourself." She rolled her eyes. "Even if I had smashed a glass over your head, you still wouldn't have woken up. I've been trying to wake you up for hours," She said smirking and I knew for sure she was exaggerating.

I frowned, wondering why in the hell she was smirking. What I knew was that I was going to get her for interrupting my time with...

I looked at my bed and nothing. I looked around the room and nothing. Did she go under the sheets to hide? I asked myself refusing to believe it was yet another dream.

And it was, just this time it seemed so real. My middle man was as hard as a rock. The ecstatic nightmare got me there again.

"What? I interrupted your ecstasy uhh?" Zara said chuckled.

That moment, I felt pain for every guy with annoying kid sisters like mine. Weren't all kid sisters as annoying? Dawn always complained of the same thing, but then he'd conclude with how he loved their teases, and that his world wouldn't be fun without Sia and Deila. I couldn't say the same about Zara.

"What dream?" I asked feigning a surprise face.

I didn't know what she saw or heard that made her believe I was dreaming, definitely not my hard-on thankfully. My duvet was thick enough to not show it.

God save me, I prayed silently hoping I didn't give myself—out in a groan or moan—to this angelic devil I loved so much while I dreamt.

"Oh well. Boys will be boys," she said with a knowing look.

That got me curious and eager to know how far my 18-year-old baby sister knew and had gone in her young life. "What do you know? And what's the 'boys will be boys' thing?"

I didn't get her reply as my father walked in or should I say stormed in, when she was just about replying. You didn't have to be told he owned the house, the way he stormed in like he owned the place would tell at first sight.

A normal person would knock as supposed, I wondered what he got from being rude. That and among other reasons was why I was going house hunting next week. My privacy was the major reason, and then there was the obvious fact that he was starting to lose the tiny shred of respect he had left for me. I couldn't blame him. What could a twenty-four-year-old be doing in his father's house?

He stared at me, sternly. "Son! Quit being lazy. Stand up, shower, and get dressed. We've got a meeting to attend."

"But dad I-"

"But nothing. It wasn't a request. Stand up!" he commanded.

On hearing his commanding tone, I became bat-shit irritated and I wasn't going to let it go without making sure he felt the same. I grabbed my phone, tapping on it with a smile on my face, ignoring his command and his entire existence.

I wasn't going to allow him to treat me like I was thirteen just because I was under his roof. Damn it to hell. I could very well afford a house like this if I wanted, and he knew. He knew very well I was still here.

He liked being in charge, but when it came to me, he ought to know better.

"This is my house, and I'm not going to allow you to disrespect me!" he yelled.

"Yeah, your house!" I yelled even though I tried to keep a cool composure. "And I'm leaving soon. Right now if you want. You know the damn reason I'm still here."

"Jam-"

He couldn't finish because his drug, my mother, came in screaming for us to stop.

And he did. He went silent as a mute. I respected him for that only, for the fact that he respected my mum.

But I was tired of him. Tired of stressing my mum out when she could really do without the stress. It was the same drama every day—his authoritarian behavior against my hard-headed one. Every damn day. I

"What is it this time? You are father and son! You shouldn't behave like street enemies every day." She tied her robe loosely and I cussed myself inwardly. Fuck, we'd to wake her up.

"That's right honey. You should tell that to your son." He defended.

"No. You too. Both of you." She turned to me. "Jamy please go with him to the meeting, you are going to be taking over the family business soon. So please shower and get dressed."

I nodded 'cause there was no need arguing with whatever she'd said and Zara muttered a Hallelujah. With the whole Dad drama, I had forgotten she was here.

After they all had left the room, I made my way to the bathroom, taking my time in showering and then I dried up, went to my closet, and dressed up in a black suit jacket and pants.

I walked downstairs sluggishly, just because I was a stubborn head and wanted to make him, my dad, see that I wasn't in any hurry.

I strode to the dining room immediately perceiving the smell of toast and bacon and my stomach grumbled, only then did I realize then how hungry I was. I didn't waste time digging into my breakfast as my mum placed a plate in front of me. I devoured. I loved eating healthy and it was quite obvious from my physique. You didn't get muscles like mine from eating unhealthily... and working out of faithfully course.

I gave my dad a glare from across the table when I remembered that I missed my work out section for today.

We finished eating and started our way to the already waiting car. I was going to go to the meeting, for my mum and for her only.

"Where's the meeting being held?" I asked my dad once we were seated in the car.

The only answer I got was "We're going for a meeting."

I concluded he wasn't going to tell me so I let it go, undoing a button on my suit jacket to get as comfortable as I could.

Let's see how the meeting goes.

The meeting was successful and we bagged another deal with the state government.

We were into shipping and had been shipping legal arms for the state since I could remember. I was in charge of delegating, as always and I had to give it to the state delegate. The woman was good and knew what she was doing. She argued with facts and bargained as if her life depended on it, but in the end, I still got them to add a few million for the shipping cost.

To me, working was underrated. I loved my work and that was the only reason I could beat working under my dad. Although at the office he wasn't as mean as he was at home, he kept it professional and I preferred it that way.

I went down to where the packaging was done before shipping to appoint my most trusted shippers to do the shipping for the deal we'd just closed.

The place was crowded and I watched them worked in union for some minutes. TMG gave me joy, and that could easily be the only thing I'd in common with my dad who was the CEO of the company.

He'd laid it out to be that he'd be retiring sooner to spend quality time with my mum, and I'd given him a tight lip smile, telling him I was going to consider it. Deep down I already knew what my answer would be, if it involved my mum, my answer was a positive automatically.

I might as well get used to giving orders and carrying the weight around here, I thought to myself then sighed in acceptance.