Page 110 of Barron's Second Chance
When Eden, clad only in his shirt, came out of her room to check why he was taking so long, Barron said nothing. Instead, he lifted her up and roughly arranged her on her couch facing the photo.
Her hands were against the backrest with her delectable ass on display for him. He spanked it before ordering her not to move and to keep facing the wall, facing the photo that had begun his nightmare.
After smoothing down a condom and shucking his shirt off her frame, he proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. All the while glaring at the photo as if it was a personal affront to him. And it was. This Grant fucker was the first man after him to see his girl topless. The first one to touch her bare breasts. He didn't care that it was a job, that there were probably ten other people in the room. He didn't even care if she wore little nipple pasties. All he cared about was that this pretty boy fucker got to touch his girl.
And the only way to soothe his bruised ego was to plow his girl's ass while shooting daggers at the large image - specifically Grant's smug face.
Eden hadn't cared one bit at his rough display of dominance. Her hands were curled against the fabric as she lifted her ass - her silent indication that she was enjoying his hard fucking. The most primal moans and cries were also spilling from her mouth as she urged him to fuck her harder.
Afterward, he held her tightly as they spoke softly and tiredly to one another. Pillow talk with her was still the same deep and meaningful insights as they had been in their teens. Except this time, they spoke of their current careers and future goals instead of talking about their college plans, homework assignments, and what was said at the cafeteria.
He learned that his mom's classes had inspired her to look up more volunteer options that followed a similar fashion. And he told her that he had coached a soccer game for his Mom during summer school, which led him to look into coaching at their local high school.
He could feel them entering a new level of intimacy. That was why he decided to broach the topic of their relationship. But his hopefulness was dashed as she quickly changed the subject before distracting him with her mouth.
On his cock.
He was a little disappointed that he couldn't have a deep conversation about them, but he didn't let it deter him. He was serious about them and meant every word he said to her about waiting for her to be ready. So he swallowed the blow and concentrated on creating new memories with her to erase the old.
He left New York in a state of euphoria. And their relationship - whatever definition it was - continued to flourish. He didn't want to crowd her too much, so he decided not to do any more surprise visits unless she asked him to come. Unfortunately, Eden's calendar had been booked with events and showcases, so they couldn't physically be together again as quickly as he liked. But they still chatted constantly - every day at multiple times.
So that was why it was puzzling that he hadn’t been able to get a hold of her for over twenty-four hours. Their last conversation had been at 2:04 pm yesterday. It was the longest he had gone without speaking with her since she had left New Haven. A million different scenarios went through his head - her phone broke or was stolen, but then he remembered that she had a laptop and tablet. He was sure her Mom would've been notified if she were hurt.
Was she purposefully ignoring him? The thought alone gave him heartburn.
With a frustrated sigh, he hopped out of his car into the cool evening air. The slight chill had him zipping his jacket up tighter.
Fall had well and truly arrived in New Haven. Eden loved this time of year. Like a magical prelude to Christmas, she would say. She'd drag him to hayrides and pumpkin patches, forcing him to look at what felt like a hundred pumpkins for the perfect one to carve up for Halloween.
She would walk around town with a cup of Pumpkin spiced latte while admiring the bright array of gold, red, and brown foliage that littered their town.
She couldn't resist a pile of leaves, always taking a joyful leap to collapse against them to do her version of a leaf Angel. And then she'd make him pick all the leaves and twigs out of her hair. He always pretended there was more stuck in there when really he just wanted to keep running his fingers through her soft hair.
He opened the door to the side entrance of The Homestead, not bothering to come through the main doors. He really wasn't in the mood for small talk and niceties.
He wasn't even supposed to be here today. He had pushed off his work to Ian, giving the other man more and more responsibility. His dad had broached the subject of franchising The Homestead, given how successful it was in New Haven. Opening another branch in one of their neighboring towns seemed profitable, but Barron was still deciding whether to pull that trigger. He still had a lot to consider, accounts to rifle through, and research to be done. He had his dad's expertise and family money to support the idea and had also been in touch with a couple of potential investors.
But that's all it was at this point - just an idea. For now, he decided to keep passing on more responsibility to Ian. Just in case he decided to branch out, he needed trustworthy employees beside him to help run his establishments.
Although, now he was feeling a little salty at Ian for calling him in. An engagement dinner had been booked in their large private room. The bride or groom had gotten their panties in a twist over what was promised to them. Ian was strangely vague on the phone, telling him they were swamped and couldn't focus on the private group as much as he'd like. Barron wasn't in the mood to play the calm customer service representative role.
As he entered the main floor, he frowned as he surveyed his business. The place was indeed busy but not atypical for a Saturday night. He began walking through the patrons, nodding to them in greeting but not stopping.
He spied Ian behind the bar, cool as a cucumber, chatting away with a customer. Where was the fucking fire? Ian had expressed on the phone that it was urgent and needed to get here ASAP.
As soon as Ian saw him approaching, he immediately straightened, a look of panic on his face as he glanced in the direction of the large private room.
"Well?" Barron growled. "What's happening?"
"Sorry, boss, they said they wanted to speak to a manager."
"You'rethe manager," he stressed. He was seriously having second thoughts about the competence of Ian's management skills.
"Sorry," Ian grabbed his phone and started quickly typing something.
"Don't let me keep you," Barron ground out before strolling towards the private room. He breathed deeply and slowly, his attempt at calming down. If the party member was already irate, the last thing they needed was the owner coming in with the same energy.
"Wait, wait!" Ian frantically called out before rushing alongside him, edging him out of the way so he could be in front.
