DESIRED (BWWM)

The Spanking

Elijah

I pour myself a glass of whiskey after Renée leaves, taking my time as I drink it. I'm angry and I don't want to go up that stairs until its somewhat under control.

She stepped in front of me. She tried to protect that skinny fück and then she has the audacity to tell me I'm jealous.

Of course I'm fücking jealous.

I love her.
I really fücking love her. But not a day goes by that I don't think about how I complicated her life when I swore I wouldn't.
And that skinny fücker represents everything I'm not. The perfect American boyfriend.

He represents a simple, uncomplicated life and the one thing I could never give her.

Uncomplicated.

I suck my teeth as my father walks into the kitchen and resist the urge to throw my glass at his head.
"William Carter," I say and he looks at me with raised eyebrows before pouring himself a glass.

"Who?" He asks and I suck my teeth.
"One of your staff," I elaborate and he rolls his eyes. "You expect me to know the names of all my staff?"

"I want him gone like yesterday," I mumble finishing my drink and standing up. "Gone, gone or just gone?" He inquires and I suck my teeth again.
"I want him six fücking feet under but Renée will probably have my balls if I do, so let's just settle for gone," I grumble and he laughs at me.

"What's funny?" I ask with a scowl and he laughs harder.
"You're completely pussy whipped that's what,"  he says between his laughter and I roll my eyes, thinking about how much he sounds like Nick.

"Just get rid of him. William Carter don't forget," I insist, walking out the kitchen.

"Tell your queen I said hi!" He shouts when I'm halfway up the stairs and I shake my head with a small smile on my face. My father loves Renée.

And who wouldn't?

Its impossible not to love her. Her beauty is alluring and her personality is captivating. I drop my smile completely when I'm at the door of my bedroom, thinking about her and that fücker.

I walk into the room and she's sitting at the edge of the bed completely naked like I had asked her to, my mouth waters when my eyes land on her petite body and I stifle my groan.
"Lij-."

"Don't speak until I tell you to," I demand, cutting her sentence off.

She bites her lips and looks at me through her lashes, making my cock stir in my pants.
"I haven't do-"
"Renée," I warn and she directs her pout to the floor, her hair falling in her face.

"Come here," she shakes her head and I grit my teeth, truly irritated with her, and her need to disobey me.

"Renée I'm not in the mood to be nice right now," I say through my teeth, watching as a shiver racks her body. She takes a deep breath before standing up and walking towards me.

"Why are you crying? I haven't done anything," I question frustratedly as a tear leaves her hazel eyes and runs down her cheeks.
Tears don't faze me. They never have. But when she cries it does something to me.

Every.

Single.

Time.

She looks down at her feet and I tilt her head back up.
"Let me see your eyes," I order softly, restraining myself when she takes her lips between her teeth and stares up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

"What are going to do?" She whispers and her obvious fair excites me. I inwardly smirk as I lift her up and carry us back to the bed, laying her across my lap and pushing her back down when she tries to get up.