Chapter 1

Chloe Jax. Short bobbed light brown hair, big blue eyes surrounded by the longest blackest lashes, a curvy body but with a tiny waist and tiny height at on five foot.

It was instant lust.

But then I spoke to her… I’ve never felt these feelings before. She is my heart and soul. I want her. She is mine.

**

I hate Mrs Long. She is our English literature teacher and a pain in my butt.

I’m her star pupil, which apparently means I have to tutor anyone who’s failing.

The latest being being Riley Hawkins, head cheerleader. Tall, blonde, blue eyes and popular. And not to mention a stuck up bitch.

She all but ordered me to meet her at her house later tonight.

Not surprisingly she lived in the uptown in the snob area – as my dad calls it.

Then again, he is just bitter because mom ran off with some rich property developer. Seems she didn’t like the life of a mother and wife of a garbage man.

Not that I blame her too much. At least not about my dad, he has a serious cleanliness issue.

As for leaving me, I’ll never forgive her.

Standing at the door I rang the bell and waited for someone to answer.

I didn’t even have her number, so I couldn’t call her.

I gave up my own free time to be here the least she can do is turn up.

Five minutes of knocking and ringing the bell and nothing. I was just about to leave when a Bentley pulled up. I mean a Bentley, I almost expected James Bond to step out but the person who did was much better looking.

He is an older man in his thirties with slicked back blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. He looks professional in an expensive looking suit. Intimidating. He is
about six and a half foot and built like a lumberjack. Even through the suit I can tell he is packing some muscles.

“Hello little lady. How can I help you?” He sounds sweet but the way he looks at me made me feel strange.

“Hmm. Hello. Sorry. I think I have the wrong house. I was looking for Riley Hawkins,” I tell him nervously.

“No, this is the right house. I am her father, Dr Marshall Hawkins,” He introduces himself walking over to me.

He towers over me, making me feel tiny. He doesn’t look old enough to be her father.

“Oh, hello. I’m Chloe Jax. I’m meant to be tutoring Riley in English lit, but I don’t think she’s here.”

He frowns. “A tutor? Is she failing?”

I say nothing.

“I understand you don’t want to get your friend in trouble…” He began.

“She’s not my friend,” I reply a little too quickly. “Sorry, what I meant is she’s part of the popular crowd. I’m just me.”

To my surprise he smiles and walks to the door unlocking it.

“I understand, don’t worry. Sadly Riley is a little too much like her mother,” He tell me before inviting me in.

I have nowhere else to go. Dad is having a card game and I don’t like to be around them.

He regularly threatens to bet me. Even worse is the way he let’s his creepy friends stare at me.

They have never actually touched me. But that’s only because I lock myself in my room.

I always keep out of sight on games night.

“Her mother and I are divorced,” He explains seeing my confusion.

“Oh, sorry, sir… I mean doctor.”

He smiles and leads me into the kitchen, pouring me a glass of orange juice. The house looks like something from a magazine.

“Don’t be. It was never a loving marriage,” He admits surprising me with his honestly.

Is all rich folks so… Honest?

“And call me Marshall.”

“Marshall,” I repeat making him smile.

“Now, since you’re here I’m guessing you haven’t eaten?”

I begin to shake my head but stop when I see him pulling steaks out the fridge.

“Oh, no. I’m fine.”

“Nonsense. I insist you have dinner with me.” He starts pulling things out of the cupboard and slapping the meat in a pan.

“Besides, it’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of a beautiful woman’s company.”

I don’t need a mirror to know I am blushing.

“Yeah, right. I bet you have women over all the time,” I try to sound cool, likely failing miserably.

“No, really. Believe it or not, I was a major geek through school and college. Marian – that’s my ex wife – she was my first girlfriend. We only dating a few months before she fell pregnant and I married her.”

He is basically admitting on to marrying her because she was pregnant.

“We divorce last year. I haven’t found a woman I was interested in to have dinner with.”

Is he telling me he has only slept with one woman?

Why would he tell me that?

“How about you, Chloe?” He gets my attention again. “You must have a line of boys after you?”

“No,” I can’t help but laugh.
I am the short girl in the baggy clothes, shy of her body.

I developed young and have been mercilessly teased about it.

“Guys either ignore or bully me, I’m no one.”

He slaps his hand down on the counter scaring me a little.

“No, you are not. You are a beautiful, intelligent lady. If anyone bullies you again, tell me.”

Why the hell does he care?
He’s a bit strange. Hot but strange.

“Promise me, Chloe?” He says sternly.

“I promise. But I doubt I’ll see you…” I begin to say.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?” I ask dumbly.

“Give me your phone.”

“Why?” I hand him the old generic phone. It is my dad’s old one. A friend gave me a better one, their old one. But my dad stole and sold it.

He frowns seeing it, but he seems to know how to use it.

“Now my number is in your phone. Call or message me anytime, day or night.” He hands me back the phone before returning to cutting up the salad.

“You don’t have to be so nice to me, I may not like your daughter much, but if she turns up, I’ll help her.”

“That’s good to know. But that’s not why I’m being nice.” He doesn’t go into anymore detail.

Soon he dishes up a juicy looking steak and salad.

We eat in relative silence, except a few mmms and ahs.

“That was the best food I’ve had in ages.” Since mom left dad.

“I’m glad you enjoy. I’d be happy if you join me again for dinner again.”

“I’d like that.” He is a nice man, much kinder than the gruff man I was expecting when I first saw him.

“I don’t want to impose, but could I hang around here for a while? My dad is having a card night and I’d rather not go back just yet.”

“I’d be happy for the company. I doubt Riley will be home anytime soon. She normally attends parties on Fridays, but you are welcome to stay with me.”

The way he looks at me makes me feel naked. I have to be reading too much into it. There is no way such a rich powerful man is interested in a high school senior.

“If you don’t mind, I’d love too.”

He smiles and leads me to a cozy room, with two red leather couches and matching armchairs.

He sits on a chair opposite me.

“So tell me about yourself, Chloe.”

“Hmm, there isn’t much to tell. I’m a senior in high school and a literally buff, which is why I’m tutoring Riley,” I answer nervously.

“There has to be more.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Alright, how about I pour us a drink and we play twenty questions?”

He stands up and walks over to a liquor cabinet and begins to pour to glasses of Amber liquid.

“I’m not old enough to drink.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” He says handing me a glass.

Nervously I take a small sip. The liquid is strong and heats my throat on the way down.

“I’ve never drank before,” I admit. “But this isn’t bad.” I take another sip.

“How old are you, Marshall?” I ask beginning the game.

“Thirty-eight. And you?”

“Eighteen… It’s actually my birthday today.”

“Really?” Despite his surprised tone, he doesn’t look surprised.

“Yeah. But I don’t normally celebrate it. Dad forgets and mom is gone.”

“Then you will celebrate with me,” He pats his leg. I look at it and to him. He did it again. “Come sit on my lap.”

“Hmm, is that appropriate? I mean…” I don’t know what to say.

“We’re friends celebrating your birthday, come here.”

Nerves flipping in my stomach, I walk over and perch on the edge of his knee.

His arms circle my waist and he pulled me closer, holding me close to him.

“You are so small and delicate.”

I laugh taking another drink for courage. “I haven’t been call that in years. Normally I’m called ape or something.”

He frowns looking angry.

“I’d love to get my hands on…” He mumbles angrily before clearing his throat and smiling.

“I think you are beautiful, I always have.”

“We only met today,” I laugh.

“Yes, in person. But I’ve seen you many of times helping people out at the clinic.”

“The clinic? How did you know I volunteer at a clinic?” I turn to look at him.

He laughs and stokes my cheek. I am too nervous to move.

“I own that clinic, along with Hawkins Pharmaceuticals. I work there a lot and see you there often.”

“You do? I’ve never seen you.”

“That’s because you’re always too busy. But I’ve seen you.” His hand is still on my cheek.

“You are so beautiful. I always watched out for you. I confess, I knew you were eighteen today. I was actually planning on introducing myself next time you were at the clinch.”

“You were? Why?”

“I’ve been waiting and watching you for months. I wanted to wait until you were eighteen to ask you out on a date.” I stare at him, mouth agape. “But fate has placed us together.” He moves in closer.

“It just confirms what I thought.”

“Which was?” I ask breathlessly.

He is sexy and his arousal is digging into my backside. I’ve never so much as had a guy ask me out before, let alone kiss or make out.

“You and I were meant to be.”

“What?” I ask more than a little surprised. I thought he was just trying to bed me.

“I’ve watched you for months, I’ve spent every night fucking my fist thinking of my sweet girl.”

I quickly stand. “If this is a way to get me into bed…” I stop when he begins to take off his suit jacket, unbutton his shirt and remove it.

He is just as tanned and toned as I imagined, only his muscular arms are covered in tattoos hidden by his shirt.

“Here.” He points to some writing on his chest.

I move a little closer and read it.

“My heart forever belongs to my beautiful girl, Chloe Jax,” I read out loud.

“It’s real,” He tells me as I run my finger over it. “I had it done a few months ago.”

“So long?”

“It was love at first sight.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “I know I’m older than you, but I want you to be my wife.”

The shocks just keep coming. I down my drink and place the glass on the side.

“How about we start as boyfriend, girlfriend and see how it goes?”

He smiles. “If it means you’re mine… Anything for my lady.”

The next thing I know he has picked me up in his arms and is kissing me.

“I’m never kiss… Anything…” I mumble embarrassed.

He smiles, his lips against mine.

“Just copy me.” He lays me back onto the couch and kisses me.

“Mmm, I’ve dreamed of this moment,” He mumbles. “My lady in my arms.”

He is weird, maybe a bit of a stalker, but I will give him a chance.

“You are so beautiful,” He chants kissing me. “I’m going to make you fall for me too and you’ll marry me.”

“You really like me that much?”

“Come with me,” He lifts me up and takes me up the stairs to the top floor. He isn’t even out of breath.

The whole top floor is one big bedroom.

“I started this room when I saw you the first time. I wanted to make a special room for just us.”

Above the large bed is a large painting of me. Except, I am much more beautiful in the picture and in a floaty white dress.

“That is amazing, did you do it?”

He smiles, “Yes, painting is a hobby of mine. I am glad you like it. I have spent many night stroking myself looking at you on the wall.”

I blush but then thought. “Has Riley seen this?”

“No, she knows this room is off limits. But she does know I have a beautiful lady I’m completely in love with and want to marry.” He began removing the rest of his clothing.

His legs had tattoos too.

“Come take a bath with me,” He says taking my hand and leading me to the biggest bathroom I’ve ever seen.

He starts running the bath.

“This bathroom is the size of my house,” I say without thinking. My small room is the size of the bathtub.

“You can move in with me,” He offers. “Yes,” He says answering his own question pressing his body to my clothed one.
“I’d love to have you in my arms every night.”

“But we’ve just met. How can you know what you feel for me isn’t just lust? A passing attraction?”

He turns me to face him.

“I was in lust with Riley’s mom. I was a virgin and she was a hot popular girl giving me attention. We started dating because the sex was good. But I got bored quickly. By that point she was already pregnant. I am a old-fashioned in the sense I didn’t want my child to grow up without me.

“We stuck it out until a couple of years ago. We stopped having sex many years ago. I couldn’t force myself to perform with a woman I didn’t want. But we never loved one another. She was nice enough, I care for her. But our marriage was loveless. I felt more like she was my sister than wife most of the time,” He admits.

“But the way I feel about you… I’m highly aroused just being around you. But that’s not all. You are all I think about, my heart is filled with you. I’m not good at explaining. Just know I have never felt like this before.”

I want to believe him.

“I like you and you are very handsome but -” He cuts me off.

“I know, princess. And I know we’re meant to be.” He lifts me up so his face is a breath away from mine.

“You’re going to see how much I love you and you’ll fall for me. It’s written in the stars. You’re going to be my wife.”

He presses me against the wall and his lips against mine. “My beautiful lady…” His kisses are rough, but it feel like he is pouring all his emotions into them.

“Promise me you’ll give me a chance?” The look he gives me makes him look twenty years younger.

He is a little strange. He can be classed as a stalker. But at the same time he is sweet and kind despite looking intimidating.

“I promise,” I say against his lips.

“Then you’ll marry me?” He asks excited.

“Let’s just date for a while first.”

“How long? Two days? A week maybe?” He is serious.

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, he kisses me before placing me back down and stopping the bath.

He turns and faces me, his cock standing hard and proud.

I have walked in dozens of time on my dad jerking off to porn – the joys of a tiny house.

Thinking back, I think he does it on propose. I think he gets off on me watching him.

I had thought his was big – he never stopped when I caught him, it was hard not to notice. But Marshall’s cock is not only fatter but longer.

“Strip for me, Chloe.”

I swallow a lump in my throat.

“Alright. But I’m not beautiful like Riley.”

“No, you are more beautiful.”

I slip my jeans off, but I still have a baggy t-shirt which hides most of my body.

Slowly I lift it off, revealing my large breasts and round ass, leaving me in just my mismatched pink cotton panties with a cartoon fairy on and a ugly white cotton bra.

I hear him inhale a sharp breath.

Too scared to look at his reaction, I reach behind me and undo my bra, before slipping off my socks and panties, showing my recently trimmed intimate area.

“I had no idea…” His voice breathless as he approaches me.
“You were so… So… Curvy.”

I look up expecting to see disgust but instead see hunger.

“You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” His hands hovered over my breast.

“I can’t wait to see our children drinking from these,” He cups them.

“You want children with me?” I ask shocked at how fast he is moving.

“Yes, you want children, don’t you?”

“Yes, I just am surprised.”

He picks me up and sits in the large bathtub with me between his legs. I can feel his erection sticking into my back.

“I am was expecting my tiny little lady to have a tiny little body. But no, you have these beautiful breasts.” He massages them in his hands. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.

“I like you better this way. You are even more beautiful than I imagined.” He is grinding his hips against my back.

“You like my breasts?” I ask nervously.

“Yes, they are magnificent.”

“They are why kids have call my ape for years.”

He growls. “No one will call you that anymore.” He mumbles something at the end that I don’t hear.

He begins kissing my neck.

I moan and rub my butt against him. “Oh no!” I glance back just in time to see a thick white cream shoot out of his cock onto my back.

“Oh, Chloe. You make me so hard. I almost came in my pants when I saw you outside my house. It was like all my Christmases had come at once.”

“You came on my back?” I say dumbly and he chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, having your naked body in front of me was a little much.”

“Have you really only had sex with one woman?” He nods his head.

“Why? You are so handsome, you could have anyone.”

“I am aware how attractive women find me. I am regularly approached. One woman was so bold as to pull out my cock and try and take me in her mouth.”

I listen wide eyed.

“Seriously? What? How? Who?”

“Yes, seriously. It was actually a neighbor a few months ago. I pushed her back.”

“What happened?”

“She pretended nothing happened. She and her husband even invited me to a charity event they were hosting.”

I stare mouth a gape.

“I know. The worse part is her husband is a lovely guy. He is actually a good friend of mine.”

“Did you tell him?”

“I was going to. But I couldn’t break his heart like that.”

“You are a good friend.”

“I try.” I place a little kiss on his lips. The first kiss I give him. He grins and gives me another. “The party is actually tomorrow night. I know it’s short notice but come with me, please?”

“I…”

“I was going to take Riley, but she doesn’t like going with me. It will be much better if I take my fiancée.”

“Girlfriend,” I correct.
He waves dismissively. “That is just another word for fiancée,” He says confidently.

“Nope, not without a ring,” I play along.

“Is that so…” He mumbles before grabbing a sponge and liquid soap.

He proceeds to wash me everywhere, but never doing anything inappropriate. After washing himself he carried me out and dries me.

“I should get going home soon,” I say holding a robe around me.

“Call your dad, tell him your staying out. We don’t have to do anything. But I want to sleep with you in my arms.”

“I…” I was about to say I shouldn’t, but his expression… I couldn’t.

I picked up my phone and start dialing.

The phone only rings only once before my dad picked up.

“Chloe, where in the hell are you?!” Great, he sounds drunk.

“You know I went out, I told you.”

“Don’t you give me any lip. Just get your fat ass here!”

Marshall must have heard because he takes the phone from me.

“Chloe will be -“

“Who the hell is this? Put my daughter back on!” Wow, my phone is loud.

“I am her fiance.”

Dad replies quickly. “Fuck off. Send the fat bitch home!”

Marshall looks pissed. Then ‘crack’ and he crushes my phone in his hand..

“Marshall! Why did you do that?!” I pick the broke phone from his hand.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. Your dad is a complete asshole. I’ll buy you a new phone.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’ll… I’ll get a job or something….” I got to collect my clothes.

“What are you doing?” He sounds confused.

“Getting dressed. I got to go home.”

“You’re going home after the way he spoke about you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I’m used to it,” I say nonchalantly. “As long as his buddies are gone it will be fine.”

“You’re not going home.”

“I…” I stop speaking and stare at my phone in disbelief when it began to ring. The screen is broken. But luckily it is an old phone with a key pad.

“Hello?” I answer unsure if it would still work.

“Chloe, you best still be a virgin!” My dad’s angry voice exclaims.

“What?” Confusion fills me.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks this time.

I don’t like where this is going.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?!” I hear him swear.

“Actually, I think I might be pregnant,” I lie easily. Marshall raises his brows but I shook my head, letting him know I am lying.

“You fucking best be joking!”

“…”

“You stupid fat bitch, I’m gonna have to folk out two-hundred now.”

Marshall looks ready to grab the phone again but I stop him.

“What? Why? Did you make a bet that I was?” I hope that was it. My dad wouldn’t… No, he wouldn’t.

“No. I gave it to Mark. But now I’m going to have to give him it back. He’s not going to want you now.”

“You’re lying. Even you aren’t such a vile asshole.”

He let out a dark sounding laugh.

“You’re just a bitch like your mom. I should have just kicked you out when she left. Don’t bother coming home. I’ll be selling your stuff to play your debt.”

“My debt?!”

“Yes. I took care of you for years. I’m owed.”

“You’re my father, you’re meant to care for me.”

He laughs. “Sorry to break your heart but the bastard your mom ran off with is your real dad. I’m just the fool who took her in.”

“You’re lying.” He has to be.

“I didn’t meet your mom until after she was already pregnant. I was married to her best friend before that. Check your birth certificate if you don’t believe me.” I am too shocked to speak.

“If I knew what am ungrateful bitch you would turn into I would have fucked you and let the guys have you years ago.”

“I’m not listening to anymore of this crap!” Marshall takes the phone from me.

“You so much as look at Chloe again and you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, Johnny big balls on the phone. But you’re just a little faggot rich boy,” Dad says laughing.

“You best watch out, because this rich boy is going to kill you if he ever sees you,” Marshall threatens before hanging up and breaking the phone completely and throwing it in the trash.

The barriers break and I fell into his arms crying my heart out.

He carries me back into the bedroom and sits on the bed with me in his arms.

“I through he loved me,” I cry. “Why would he do that? What am I going to do now? I have no one, nothing.”

And then there is the whole, I’m not your father.

I cling to him for dear life.

“You have me. I’ll take care of you, you’ll stay with me,” He tells me.

“But -“

“No buts. You may not believe me, but I plan on proving my love for you. But until then, you will just have to trust me.” He reaches into the bedside table and pulled out a tissue.

“I will never let anyone treat you like that again. You are my heart and soul. I will protect you.” He dries my face.

“Why are you so nice to me, Marshall? I’m nothing special. I don’t even think your daughter knew my name until today.”

“You are special. You are the most important person to me. So beautiful inside and out. You make my heart go into overdrive whenever your around. I haven’t been able to think of anything but you since I first saw you. I admit, I have followed you, many of times. You may think I’m crazy or a stalker. But I just… I love you so much. I am even willing to write every single asset I own over to you if you agree to be my wife.”

I stare at him. “You are strange. But I like you. And not because your money. I will stay with you, but I’ll find a way to pay you back.”

“I will not accept you money, Chloe and I do not want you to find a job. I am your husband, I will care for you.”

I don’t know what came over me, but the next thing I know I’m kissing him and pushing my virgin hole onto his large cock.

“Chloe, are you sure? I can wait.”

“You are a lovely man. I want to be with you,” I whimper as I take him all inside of me.

“Are you alright? Does it hurt?” He worries, stroking my cheek.

“It’ll be alright soon. You are just so big. I hadn’t imagined I would feel so full.”

“You are so so tight, I really trying to hold on and not embarrass myself,” He says through gritted teeth.

“I love that you feel so strong about me. I want to feel you. I want you too make love to me. Please, Marshall, I need you.”

He groans. “Just when I think I couldn’t love you anymore you go ahead and make me fall more.”

He pulls off his robe and then mine before laying me on my back in the large soft bed.

“I love you, Chloe.” Slowly he slides his fat cock inside me and then out again.

His touch is so soft and loving. You would never imagine seeing the large threatening looking guy.

I press my lips to his and our tongues do an intimate dance of their own.

We don’t say anything. Nothing needs saying. It is perfect. I have never orgasmed before. At least until now.

I cum strong and hard. It is as though pleasure and love ran through my body and filled me until I just explode.

His thrusts get a little faster after that and it isn’t long before…

“Chloe! Yes, I’m going t-o cum. Can I cum inside of you?” He looks at me desperately.

I haven’t thought about it before.

I didn’t think twice. I nod my head.

He breaths out a breath I didn’t know he was holding and a second later a powerful jet shoots inside me. It feels so good I almost cum again just from the feeling.

He stops and lays his head on my breast. He looks tired.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s never been like that before,” He mumbles and I frown.

“Was it bad?” I thought it was down right amazing. But he may think differently.

“That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had.” I breath a sigh of relief.
“I think our love makes it better.” He rolls to my side and draws me into his arms.

“I enjoyed it too,” I say with a yawn and he pulls the blankets over us.

“Sleep, princess. I’ll look after you.”

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