𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Chapter Five

C H A R L I E

I watched her as she walked out of the bathroom, her wet hair seductively sticking to her skin and hips moving from side to side in the sexiest way.

She closed the door behind her and I turned around, facing the shower head to clean myself off.

That was an amazing start to my time back in town.

The thought of her delicious plump lips around my cock still swirling in my head, I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist.

I took a look at myself in the mirror before I walked out of the bathroom, half expecting to see her getting dressed, but the room was empty.

“Baby?”

I opened my bedroom door and walked through the apartment, checking every room.

She was gone.

I stopped in the middle of the living room, smiling to myself. This had never happened to me before. Usually I was the one to make a run for it, or I had to kick the girl out.

Color me impressed.

I walked back into my bedroom, stepping into my walk-in closet, sighing in satisfaction as I looked around. The closet looked perfectly organized and tidy.

After I put on my signature grey suit, I reached for my Rolex, only to notice that it was missing.

Where the fuck did I put it last night?

Regretting the many drinks I consumed yesterday, I grabbed the white gold Patek Philippe instead and carefully placed it on my wrist, the watch a better fit with my outfit anyway.


I walked through the tall, glass doors, entering the foyer of my parents’ company. I was happy to be back, after five years at Stanford and another five years of working in the city, I was finally home.

I winked at the blonde behind the front desk and walked straight to the elevators, ready to start as president under my father. I wasn’t happy that I wasn’t named the CEO, but that was something for the future. He’d retire one day, and I would take over for him, getting the position I deserved.

Pressing the button for the top floor and watching the doors close, I momentarily relived last night. Fuck, that girl. No— that woman.

I used women.

It had become kind of a sport for me, and honestly, it would’ve been a waste not to take advantage of the fact that everybody loved me. So I did. And who doesn’t love sex?

It was a shame I wasn’t seeing Baby again. I could see it in her eyes. She was freaky. Most girls want a lovemaking, no matter how hard they’re screaming that they want it rough, but not this one.

I straightened up and adjusted myself before I heard the ping of the elevator, signaling me that I had arrived at my floor. Shrugging off the dirty thoughts, I saved them for another time, and stepped out.

I walked through the deserted hallway with big strides, smiling when I saw my name on the frosted glass of my office door. I eyed the empty assistant desk in front of my office, imagining various pretty girls in short skirts, and opened the door to my office.

“Charlie!”

I flinched when I heard my baby sister’s high-pitched voice.

I smiled as the small woman ran up to me in impossible heels, before she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Hey, Ash. I’ve missed you, too,” I chuckled, lifting her in the air and twirling her around.

“I’m so happy you’re back!” she beamed as I placed her back on the ground.

“Yes, now, let go, this is Armani,” I said and I pointed to my shirt. She rolled her eyes and slapped my chest, watching me as I walked around the big, dark desk, running my fingers over the surface.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Ashley sighed as she plopped down in one of the big plush chairs opposite of mine.

I looked around the room, the minimalistic and modern style exactly how I wanted it, until my eyes fell on something not my style.

“Ashley, what is that?” I asked, pointing to a green monstrosity in the corner next to the door. She turned around and then looked back at me with raised brows.

“A... plant?” she mumbled and I raised a brow.

“Yes, why is it in my office?”

“Well, you need a bit of color in here. I don’t understand why everything has to be so tidy and clean,” she scoffed and I crossed my arms, leaning back in the ergonomic office chair.

“I don’t understand how you can be so messy,” I countered with disdain.

“Well— No, stop. I’m not here to argue with you, you’re thirty years old for Christ sake.”

I chuckled and played with one of the pens that were perfectly placed on my desk, looking at her. She looked good, her dark blond hair a little shorter than the last time I saw her, and her lips painted red, just as she always did. But this time, it fitted her better, especially combined with her glowing skin and dark eyes.

She wasn’t a little kid anymore...

“Anyway,” Ashley chimed in, interrupting my train of thought. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“I thought you were just happy to see me.”

“I am, but this is important.”

“Okay,” I said, leaning forward, placing my elbows on my desk and folding my hands together.

“Well, now that you’re back in town, I think we’re going to see a lot more of each other,” she said and I nodded. “And, I just want to make a promise, I guess.”

“What kind of promise? Where’s this going, Ash?”

“I am promising you, that if you so much as look at my best friend the wrong way, I am going to cut off your dick and feed it to Percy.”

I raised my brows and shifted in my seat, the idea of our grandparents’ dog munching on Charlie Jr. made me very uncomfortable.

Ashley had made it her mission to keep her friends away from me, and so far, she had kind of succeeded. The only thing I knew was that Jordan was her best friend, and that there was a Bailey, who was married.

“Okay... Is she hot?” I dared to ask, holding my hands in defeat when she made a cutting gesture with her fingers. “Okay, sorry.”

“Well now that that’s out of the way,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “Mom and Dad wanted to have a family dinner tonight.”

I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my watch, sighing.

“That sounds... fun.”

“Yes, well, do it for me. Ryan is going to be there, too, so that should make it less boring for you. And besides, you’re the favorite child anyway.”

“Ah, how is my best friend?” I asked, ignoring the favorite child comment.

“Shouldn’t you know that?”

“Whatever, well, I look forward to tonight then,” I retorted and I turned my computer on. “Now, get out, I need to prepare some things for Monday.”

“I look forward to working with you,” Ashley smiled and she walked around the desk, kissing me on the cheek. “It’s good to have you back, Charlie.”

I smiled at her and nodded, watching her walk out of my office before I turned to the screen.


I arrived a little early at the mansion, and decided to sneak around the house to find my old spot. The spot where I had spent years, talking with friends, smoking pot, and just escaping to have a moment to myself.

Letting my fingers glide over the weathered bench, the white paint half gone, I looked at the side table that was wiped clean. I could still make out the C and A that Ash and I scratched into the wood fifteen years ago, and smiled at the happy memories.

I wiped some dust off the bench and sat down, staring at the trees that surrounded the property. It was good to be back home.

And who knows what a new environment will bring?

Not that I had much to complain about. My life was pretty great. I had tons of money, a lot of friends, and women threw themselves at me whenever they could.

I sat there for a few more minutes, before it was time to go inside, and get this dinner over with.

I walked back to the front of the house, the spot next to my car now filled by a red mini, and I raised my brows. It looked trashed.

Shrugging, I walked into the house, hearing voices in the dining room.

“No, no. I—”

“I’m sure you’ve all missed me, but fear not,” I said loudly, making sure everyone could hear me, cutting my sister off. “I’m here.”

“Oh, Charlie!” My mother beamed and I walked up to her, kissing her on the cheek.

“Hey, Mom. You look beautiful,” I said and she playfully slapped me on the arm.

“Charlie, good to have you back,” My dad said, nodding.

“Yes, Charlie’s back, yay! I have news!” Ashley whined and I walked to the last seat available, stopping in my tracks when I saw her.

She looked up at me with wide, brown eyes, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Baby?” I said without thinking, and Ashley shot up, pointing at me with a well-manicured finger.

“No! Don’t Charlie, I warned you!” she yelled and I sat down next to Ba—Jordan.

Too late little sis.

“Ashley, calm down,” Mom interrupted our glaring, and I felt Jordan tense next to me. Maybe the universe saw the sparkle in her eyes too. This was going to be fun.

“Yes, calm down, Ashley,” I smirked and she rolled her eyes.

“Now, what was so important?” Mom asked and Ashley’s scowl turned into a smile. She grabbed Ryan’s hand and beamed with pride and happiness. “We’re getting married!”

The room went silent for a minute, before Mom finally spoke up.

“Oh my god, honey. That’s amazing! Felix, say something,” she playfully slapped Dad on the arm and he smiled. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Of course, he needed my permission, didn’t he?” Dad teased and mom smiled. She made her way over to Ashley and gave her a hug.

I noticed that Jordan was still sitting next to me, the feisty woman I met yesterday nowhere to be found. What changed?

Once my Mom sat back down, she sighed and stood up, walking around the table to give my sister a hug as well, her eyes first shifting to my mother.

“Congratulations,” I said, nodding to Ryan, as Ashley whispered something to Jordan.

“Thanks, man. Can I count on you to be my best man?” he asked and I smiled.

“Of course.”

“Right, let’s eat,” Mom said.

“So, when’s the wedding?” I asked as our dinner was served, and Jordan took her seat next to me.

“Well, we actually wanted a Christmas wedding...” Ashley admitted, biting her lower lip, and Mom raised her brows.

“You’re telling me you want to have the wedding in four months?” she argued and Ashley nodded.

“Well, I don’t envy your wedding planner,” Dad added, diving into his dinner.

“Right. Oh! I almost forgot. Jordan, do you want to be my maid of honor?” Ashley asked, directing her attention to her best friend.

Jordan looked up, smiling. “Of course.”

“Are you sure?” Mom asked Ashley and Jordan dropped her head, absentmindedly playing with a piece of meat on her plate.

“Yes, I’m sure. She’s perfect,” Ashley defended. “Please show a little more respect, Mom.”

I looked from my mother, who had raised her brows, to Jordan, who gave Ashley a weak smile. Why did my mom hate Jordan so much? Did something happen while I was gone?

I noticed the way Jordan sat back in her chair, almost as if she was trying to hide behind me.

Where was the confident woman I had amazing sex with last night?

“Oh, Jojo, did you hear something about that job yet?” Ashley asked, and Jordan straightened up.

“No, but it’s only Monday,” she smiled.

“What’s the company?” Ryan asked.

“Cendose Incorporated. It’s just a front desk position, but I’m hoping to work my way up.”

She seemed really proud of the position, and I kept my thoughts to myself. I needed to remind myself that not everyone had the opportunities I did.

"Work your way up?” Mom scoffed and I frowned.

I turned my head when Jordan pushed back her chair and stood up.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said calmly, even though her hands were shaking and I could almost hear her heartbeat.

“Jo...” Ashley mumbled, but she had already turned around and walked out of the room.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ashley scolded and she stood up too, shooting Mom a dirty look before she disappeared into the hall.

“What’s wrong with the girl?” I was curious to know why my mother was such a bitch to Jordan.

“What’s wrong? Well—”

“Let me rephrase that,” I interrupted. “Why don’t you like her?”

“Charles,” my father warned, but I ignored him.

“Well?”

“She doesn’t belong here,” Mom finally stated and I raised my brows. That much was evident but I didn’t see how that was a problem.

It was definitely not a reason to make her feel unwelcome.

I shared a look with Ryan, who wasn’t Mom’s favorite person when he first came home with me. Taking a big sip of my wine, I tried to ignore the awkward silence that had formed around us.

“Well, dinner’s nice,” I added sarcastically and my mom rolled her eyes.

“She’ll be here in a sec,” Ashley sighed as she walked back into the dining room and took her seat. “Mom, can you at least try to be civil? She doesn’t deserve this shit.”

I decided that I’d rather not be involved in a heated argument between my mom and sister, so I stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Ryan nodded, but the rest ignored me, already fighting over this girl.

“Whatever,” I mumbled as I walked out, not even sure where I was going, since I didn’t really need to go to the bathroom.

I thought I’d get some fresh air, when I heard something breaking upstairs. Curiosity taking over, I ascended the stairs and walked down the hallway, following the sound of someone cursing.

I ended up in my old bedroom, the doors to the balcony wide open and Jordan, in my favorite position.

Bent over.

“I’m so sorry, Ash. I’ll try to replace it,” she rambled, and I leaned against the wall, observing her. A half smoked cigarette between her fingers, and her skirt tightly stretched over her ass, she was carefully picking up shards of glass, the picture frame she had knocked over lying face down on the floor in front of her.

I noticed that she was barefoot, and I scanned the room, my gaze falling on her heels, chucked in the corner.

“Careful, Baby,” I smirked, and she shot up.

I was a little taken aback by the anger in her face. She was definitely not sad because of my mother’s behavior. Oh, no. She was fuming.

“You,” she snapped, narrowing her eyes and pointing at me with the cigarette.

“Can you take that nasty thing out of my room, please,” I said, and her gaze dropped to the white stick, before she took a few drags, put it out against the doorframe, and tossed it off the balcony.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she growled, blowing the smoke in my face.

“I’m having dinner at my pa—”

“Oh, fuck off.”

I raised my brows, watching her drop the glass back on the ground before she took a few steps in my direction, the height difference forcing her to look up to me.

She almost looked cute, all angry and tiny.

“Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Pretty Boy,” she sneered, making my grin grow wider. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you’re her brother?”

“Why would I?” I shrugged.

“Ugh, shit!” she swore, throwing her arms in the air and turning around, walking onto the balcony.

I pushed myself off the wall, following her outside, where I leaned on the railing, looking her up and down.

“She can never find out,” Jordan sighed, turning her head to look at me.

“Why not?” I asked, not even sure myself if it was wise to tell my sister. I respected her too much to break her trust.

Even though I already did.

“She’s my best friend, Pr— Charlie.”

All I could think about was bending Jordan over that railing, and was in the middle of imagining that I was fucking her from behind, when she slapped me hard on the chest, bringing me back to reality.

“Are you even listening?” she continued and I nodded.

“So what do you want to do now?” I asked, my eyes involuntarily lowering to her ass. God, it was as if I was seeing it for the first time. Which was partly true, since this was the first time I observed her from this distance, without being too busy deciding which position—

“Charlie!”

Right.

“My eyes are up here, Pretty Boy.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, looking back up. They were pretty to look at too, I guess.

“Jesus, is sex the only thing you think about?” she asked and I nodded, shrugging when she rolled her eyes.

“I’m a guy, you were fucking amazing in bed, and frankly, I want to do it again.”

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