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Pen Your Pride

Chapter 2

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I stared down at Johanna's pleasure stricken face and asked myself why am I fucking this girl? I hated her guts, and I always have. She was overconfident, weird, bossy, stubborn, aggressive, and a huge know it all.

To top it all off, she was not even that good looking.

She had extremely thin brown hair that only fell slightly past her ears, and if I had to guess, I would say I had more hair on my balls than she did on her entire head.

She was medium height and kind of chubby. She also had an extremely big pimple covered nose and thin lips that completely messed up the symmetry of her face.

Like her parents must have had some sort of accident while they were fucking.

The only remotely attractive thing she possessed, were her eyes. They were bright hazel, and they reminded me of small globes. I needed to focus in on them to distract myself from the rest of her horrid body.

"Look at me." I barked, struggling to form coherent words.

She immediately did as I said, while reaching up to place her small hands on the sides of my face.

I always found it really strange when she did that. It was so intimate, and for some reason that made me feel really good.

Doing my best to return the good feeling, I began to thrust into her with full force, over and over again. Her face distorted into various expressions of pleasure, and I smirked to myself. I was almost sure that she would worship my dick after this.

With one final thrust, she let out an ear piercing moan, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Feeling her body shudder uncontrollably against my body unleashed something inside of me. I grunted, and collapsed on the bed next to her.

For a moment the only sound that filled the room was our heavy breathing.

I rolled over and looked at her flushed body. She was cowered in on herself, and I had to fight a smile. She always got really embarrassed after we had sex, and I although I hated to admit it, I thought that it was kind of cute.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked huskily, running my hand down the length of her frame. I did not think it was possible, but she turned even redder.

"I guess so." She replied, but I knew she was much more affected than she let on. And maybe I was too.

***
I got out of my brand new BMW, and sauntered toward my dad's office building. He wanted to meet with me about god knows what, and he was probably really pissed that I was late.

Oh well, I had more important needs to tend to.

I typed in the access code, and with a buzz the huge glass doors opened before me. I winked at his very attractive receptionist as she pointed me to his office, I'm assuming she knew why I was there.

"Hi Brice." My dad said as I stepped in the doorway.

"Hi Dad." I said, walking over to the chair in front of his desk. I slouched down into it, and pulled out my phone.

I had 10 texts messages, and I was kind of expecting at least one of them to be from Johanna. None of them were. Instead, they all came from my best friend Ricky. He kept trying to hook me up with his girlfriend's best friend.

"Brice." My dad interrupted, and I held up my pointer finger.

I'll take her on ONE date. I texted Ricky. That probably would not even satisfy the ungrateful bastard, knowing him, he would not stop pushing me until I married the girl.

My phone vibrated in my hands. Come on man, you got to take her on more than just one date.

What could I say? I new the guy pretty well.

Look jack ass, we can talk later. Right now I'm meeting with my dad about something important.

I shut off my phone, not even waiting for his reply. Placing my phone back in my pocket, I looked up at my dad expectantly.

"Why am I here?"

He sucked in a deep intake of breath, and if I did not know any better, I would say he actually looked nervous. But that could not be right, the Henderson men never got nervous.

"Now son, you are either going to hate me for what I'm about to ask of you, or you're going to jump at the opportunity with an open mind."

Well that did not sound too promising.

"What is it?" I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion.

He sighed, massaging his temples. "Don't freak out. Your mother and I have talked about this for awhile now, and we decided that you're the only one we can trust with this task."

I rolled my eyes. "Just tell me."

"Okay. You know how we are going to London with the Brookes for two months?"

How could I not know? Him and my mom have not shut up about it since the day they first planned the trip.

I nodded my head. "Sure."

"Well, they have a five month old son, and they think he is much too young to leave the country..."

I felt my face drop, I was pretty sure I knew where this was going.

"I don't do babies." I said, standing up. If this was the only reason he wanted to meet with me, than he could consider this meeting over.

"Listen to me." He pleaded. "The Brookes and I have a potential to be great business partners, and this trip could make or break that potential. If you don't watch their baby, there will be no trip. Now, I already told them you would look after him."

I stared at him incredulously. He could not be serious right now. This had to be some kind of a joke! I knew absolutely nothing about babies. I did not know how to feed them, bathe them, or change them. Hell, I did not even know how to keep them from dying.

"No one told you to lie! I am not even the least bit qualified to do this?"

He raised his hands in the air, beckoning for me to relax. "Don't worry. I contacted the Forbes yesterday, and they said Johanna would be more than happy to to help you."

Hold up, Johanna knew about this? Why didn't she tell me earlier? I knew we were preoccupied and all, but she still could have warned me.

"She'll come over to help with the baby everyday after school, and teach you everything you need to know." My dad continued.

Little did he know, Johanna coming over was just more icing on top of this shit cake that was becoming my life. Besides, who made her the baby expert anyway?

"What do you say Brice? It would really mean a lot for the future of the business, and remember one day it will be all yours." He plead, a hopeful expression on his face.

I thought about it for a moment. To be honest, I did not even know the name of the dumb ass business my dad ran, so I definitely did not care about its "future", but what I did care about was him. I knew this would make him happy, and it was about time I repaid the old man for putting up with me all these years.

"Fine, I'll do it. " I mumbled, wondering what I just got myself into.

He let out a not-so-masculine noise, and I could tell he was really struggling to contain his excitement. "Thank you so much son! I promise you won't regret doing this."

Somehow I highly doubted that, but I decided to keep that to myself.

"Yeah, yeah. When does it come over?"

"He comes over tomorrow night."

I gritted my teeth. Of course it did.

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