Chapter Four
The GQ interview was as expected. What it's like to be me? Who am I dating? What's it like to be the son of one of the most powerful people in the country. Just a bunch of bullshit. But questions I answered with the fakest smile plastered on my, or according the married lady interviewing me while fantasizing about me fucking her six ways to Sunday, ruggedly handsome features. I was sure my interview would read like something out of a fucking novel. But this was a part of the job. The media wanted to know who I was, how I saw myself five to ten years down the road and who I was fucking.
Interview lady didn't even care I was gay, to how shallow her breaths were every time I smiled, I could tell she was thinking about swallowing my dick. I swear some guys were dumb. They had women like this at their disposal and still insisted on fucking around with immature brats who made weird sounds when they swallowed your dick or asked dumb questions like "Is this good, baby? How does it feel, baby?" in nasal voices that made you want to blow your brains out.
Look at interview lady. She was beautiful, voluptuous, sexy and intelligent and probably a hellion in the sack. If I were interested, I would have her in this restaurant's bathroom in a minute flat making her scream my name for all the world to hear. Then send her back to the office well fucked and ready to write a kick ass article on Edward Cullen after she gathered her wits about her and her legs stopped shaking.
Yeah, that was what I would do if I was interested. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't. I was interested in the hot as hell guy standing behind her like a guard dog, looking around. He looked feral as he scanned the room. Sometimes he would answer someone's question in that Bluetooth of his. I was jealous of the Bluetooth. It got to be in his ear.
Oh fuck. I was losing it over the insulting hot ass bodyguard and devourer of my personal life, Jasper Whitlock.
I watched his every move and he was aware of it. Sometimes he would cock a brow at me, prompting me to answer the lady's questions. What was strange was how I obeyed him. No one has ever gotten me to obey them with a pointed look. Well, no one except my parents. Not even my sister had the privilege. Pointed looks told me to challenge the motherfucker trying to control me.
Not with Jasper though. And I hated it. I hated him. I hated his control over me. Where was it coming from? Why was I so responsive to him? What the fuck was going on?
The interview ended and interview lady and I said our goodbyes and that was it for the day. I wanted to go home, get something to eat, play with Scout and get some rest. Later, I was heading out to the club. I needed a release. I need to fuck.
We walked out of the restaurant and Jasper commented, "Didn't you want something to eat? Why didn't you buy it in there?"
I was about to answer but Caius jumped in. "He doesn't eat there. We could have gotten something at the place I told you about, but no."
What crawled up Caius' ass and died? He was pissed. I mean I liked that it was directed at douchebag Whitlock, but seriously, he has been pissed off all day. He looked like he was ready to pop a vein. I was afraid he would drop dead in a second from a heart attack or something.
"You alright, man?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned.
He looked at me like I was his salvation. Then again this was Cas, he took everything too seriously. "I'm fine. I just don't like his…" He hissed the word in Jasper's direction and Jasper gave him a pointed look that made me shrink on the spot. It was deadly and challenging and then it calmed. Like suddenly, Caius wasn't worth it. "way of doing things. They are wrecking your usual schedule."
I didn't get to reply. Jasper spoke for me and I had to admit. The shit made sense. "And the stalker probably knows his schedule so fucking it up fucks them up. Why are you so concerned? Carlisle said you were good at your job so you should be able to adapt to my way of doing things pretty quickly. And if you can't, I can bring in someone who can."
Jasper was so calm about threatening to fire Caius. I didn't even know he could. What did he and Dad talk about? Garrett and I were shocked. Caius was about to blow a fuse. Scratch that, he blew a fuse.
"What the hell did you just say to me, errand boy?!" He got in Jasper's face and I anticipated a fight that would land Cas in the hospital on life support but I was too invested in looking forward to watching Jasper kick someone's ass to care about my friend's safety from my pitbull of a guard. "Do you know who I am? I am a Volturi. I come from money. What are you? Trash from some hick part of the country no one cares about?! Watch your step, dog!"
"Don't talk to him like that!" The reprimand was out of my mouth before I could stop it. Everyone but Jasper looked shocked. Hell, I was shocked. Did I just defend him? What?! What the hell?! Caius looked like I told him his dog died, but I couldn't stop myself from staking claim over Jasper. "You don't talk to him like that, Caius! I may hate the way he does things but he's right. I hate admitting it, but he is. Some idiot thinks they know me and what I will do at any moment's notice so it might be good to switch things up on their asses. Confuse the hell out of them." I polished it off and that was that. "Now let's go, I'm starving."
I could have swore I saw a small smile on Jasper's face as I stormed pass them, heading to the SUV where a guy handsome enough to make me drop to my knees and worship him, stood. He smiled as he watched me draw closer to him.
"Hey," I said when I stopped in front of him. He took a moment to look at me and then he said "Damn," under his breath.
"Did you get it?" Jasper said from beside me. I didn't even know he was there.
The guy answered me while he looked at me. "Yeah, got it. What was happening over there?"
"Some people weren't sure about their roles."
Caius heard and cursed under his breath as he made his way into the backseat of the truck and slammed the door.
"Nice to meet you, Edward," Nameless cute guy said.
"Nice to meet you…" I extended my hand for him to take. He gave it and it was callous and strong against my palm.
"Peter Whitlock."
Well, fuck. I was being tortured. Was there a hot sister too? What the hell?
I turned to Jasper. "This is your brother?"
"Are you getting in the truck or are you going to stand here gushing over him?"
"I think he wants to gush," Cute brother said.
Jasper grunted and walked away. He actually walked away! I loved Peter.
I didn't get into my vehicle right away. I followed Peter back to the van that has been following me since morning. In there, I meant a part of the team hired to protect me. I learned Peter and Charlotte, I could call her Char, were married. I would still fantasize about her husband. I think I told her so and she laughed and said it was okay. She told me I was even more handsome in person. She had seen me in magazines but to meet me in person was amazing.
I think I liked her. There was something very comforting about her.
Char was pregnant, about six months along, but Jasper and Peter were too scared of her to make her stay home. Her expertise was surveillance and hacking. She was really good at it. Jasper interrupted to check something. He asked if I wasn't ready to go. I told him no. I was meeting human beings. I didn't feel like talking to cyborgs like him at the moment. He left with orders to move. We started the journey back to my penthouse. Another team member, Jason, drove while Peter rode shotgun and Char and I stayed in back talking and eating lunch.
I didn't know what to say when Char said Jasper had gotten lunch from my favorite restaurant. The same one Caius argued with him for passing. Char said I didn't have to say anything. I liked how she saw through my silence. She explained how invasive it could be to have someone protecting you.
"Especially someone like Jasper," I said.
"Especially." She laughed.
She understood. She knew how I felt. I liked it. As we finished up lunch, Char told me my stalker was playing it safe. And he or she was hard to track. They didn't leave much of a trail behind. She didn't know how long it would take. She advised me to bear it when it came to her brother-in-law. Jasper meant to the best.
Scout was happy to see me when I got home. The sitter said he was great. Jasper spoke to her briefly, asking questions. She answered them diligently. God, he had almost everyone under his control.
"What are you? A General or something?" I asked Jasper while Scout peppered my face with kisses. I loved this dog. He was as crazy as me.
He didn't answer right away. He gave everyone around us their assignments first. Then he spoke to Peter or Char in his ear and then he answered me. "No. I'm not."
"But you were in the army, right?"
"I was a Major in the army."
That was the end of the conversation. He scratched Scout's head and walked off. My traitorous dog followed. I rolled my eyes and got up. "I'm going to take a nap, Bodyguard."
Could I do it? Could I really get by him? I tiptoed downstairs and walked right into Jasper. I was dressed and ready for the club.
"Where are you going?" He was asking me the question like he was talking to a five year old.
I was a grown man damn it!
"I'm going out." I brushed pass him, heading for the front door. Garrett got up, ready to follow me or to part a fight. The only way I was staying here was if Jasper knocked me the fuck out. Otherwise, I was going out to get my fuck on.
He beat me to the door. Don't ask me how. I was moving pretty quickly. But this guy was otherworldly. We didn't say anything. We just had an intense stare down. When I was about to break, he stepped away. I don't know what he saw, but he grabbed his jacket and opened the door for me.
Well, it was about time he got in line. I was the boss. I don't care if Dad hired him. I was the boss of me.
The club was loud and ready for Edward Cullen to find someone to screw. Garrett went off to wherever he went so he could watch over me and Jasper simply disappeared. I mean the guy was two steps behind me, I knew because my body was fucking aware of every move he made or whenever he was close, and then he was gone. I had looked around for him, but I didn't see him anywhere. Where was Blondie?
Who cares? I was ready for fun and fuck.
I wasted no time in VIP tonight. I was on the floor. I danced, grinded and made out with hot guys like it was no one's business. And it wasn't so fuck 'em. Blondie was out of sight so he was out of my mind. Thank God! I could focus on finding the ass I was going to pound. And I did. He was gorgeous. Deep brown eyes, swimmer's built, in fact he was a swimmer! I had incredible luck! I was going to bend him and fuck him in ways he hasn't even heard of. I had a lot of steam to blow off.
We spent a lot of time on the dance floor together. I made a few others jealous, but me and my swimmer didn't care. We were practically fucking on the dance floor and when it became too much, he pulled me from the floor. He was leading me to the back and we both knew what happened around there. Fun and nothing but.
Blondie still wasn't in sight. Garrett hadn't come and pulled me away so I smiled and thanked my luck stars and followed my swimmer.
His lips were magic on my skin as he sank to his knees. His hands were a fucking dream on my cock when he pulled out that bad boy and wrapped his sweet mouth around him. I threw my head back and moaned loudly. Swimmer's mouth was a fucking dream. He worked his way down the shaft, fondling my balls while he sucked his way back up to my tip where he swirled his hot tongue around the head until I wasn't seeing straight. He worked his way back down the shaft and up again. This time he had my hand in his hair guiding him.
He stilled and let me fuck his mouth while he moaned around my dick. Almost there. I was almost there and suddenly, I saw Jasper. He was a fantasy, but who gave a fuck? He was on his knees taking my dick down his throat instead of Swimmer. And then I heard him. He was so close to my ear. He was asking me something. It wasn't clear. I couldn't think straight, much less make out what he was saying until I realized Swimmer had completely stopped and slapped my hand away from his head. I was still in a daze when I watched him jump up and was arguing with someone standing beside me. I turned and there he was, smiling at me. I could make out his words now.
"Since you weren't listening before I'll repeat," Jasper said with a smirk on his face. The room was dark with neon lights and I was about to have a heart attack from fright and lack of coming, but I could tell Jasper was smirking and it was kind of cute. "What do you think you're doing around here? And leaving your neck open like that makes it easy to slit, dumbass."
Swimmer was screaming at him now. "Who do you think you are, bitch?!"
Jasper was staring at me. His eyes travelled down my body to my exposed hard dick and back up again. I could have sworn he let out a hiss but I wasn't certain because my heart was about to explode.
Swimmer was still screaming at him and the others were telling us to leave so they could get back to their fun and I wanted to cry now. They were having fun and I had a psycho watching me like a hawk.
Then it happened so fast I jumped away, tucked my dick in my pants, and zipped up my fly without miraculously damaging that bad boy. Swimmer moved to attack Jasper and Jasper moved so quickly and ferociously I thought he was an animal about to devour a prey as he slammed Swimmer into the wall and had him by the throat.
Damn that shit was hot!
Jasper was spitting fire as he reprimanded Swimmer. "Don't fucking touch me, bitch!" I wanted to cheer. "If I catch you looking in Edward's direction again, I'll rip your balls off!"
Wait, huh? That was both hot and confusing. Was that the bodyguard thing or something else? He sounded like my boyfriend.
Nah! My in badly need of an orgasm brain was confused. Jasper despised me. He would never speak about me in any personal capacity.
But what was the look about today? A look passed between him and Peter when he approached us after I tried flirting with Peter.
Peter seemed surprised by my features. For a minute, it looked like he was looking he was staring at someone else. Jasper squashed it. One look from him and Peter averted his eyes or more like he masked whatever Jasper was hiding.
Wait! What the fuck was I thinking about? This was Jasper ruining my life again! I should be mad as hell not intrigued about looks passing between him and his brother over me.
"Let him go," I said in a normal voice. Jasper wasn't listening so I shouted, "I said, let him go!"
He released the guy and the terrified guy ran out. I walked up to Jasper. I stared into his angry eyes as nothing deep intensity stared back at me. "You're fired."