Micheal P.O.V.
After meeting with her family, I am fuming when I find out Ivanka is threatening to file a complaint against my practice.
One bad date later turned into a chance encounter with an amazing woman.
Now, I want to know why her family hates her so much, and I want to see her again. I already see what that idiot saw in her, but why would he entertain the crazy cousin? I have no clue. Ivanka is prettier, so I am lost.
She left me speechless last night. I am never at a lost for words, especially around beautiful women.
After I left her last night, I ordered my people to hurry up with that full report on Ivanka Marie Harris. By lunch today, I had found out all about her sad life story, and I was determined to help her right some wrongs.
So by 2:30 p.m. when she got off her job, I was waiting outside the school for her to step out. She looked beautiful and surprised to see me.
I quickly asked her to go for a ride with me. She agreed, and went for a drive in my BMW, a black-on-black convertible, and had a nice long talk.
I offered to help her get the house, but I also requested that she pretend to date me. I know if she is dating me they won't harass her about waiting for Jared. She immediately becomes hesitant, stating that she doesn't want to put a target on my back due to her family being crazy. I told her not to worry. I can handle them for the both of us. I have faith in my ability to convince her, so I didn't try to pressure her.
Besides, she asks for some time to think it over. I told her sure and dropped her off at her hotel. I went back to my office and worked on the quick claim deed.
Ivanka P.O.V.
I was totally surprised to see Michael Ambruso parked out front of my job waiting for me like it was perfectly normal. He is hilarious, and it felt natural as well as totally comfortable to be in his presence. I was taken aback when he added to my revenge plot by asking us to pretend to date to further get under everyone's skin. Plus, to get Jared and his family off my back about that whole please wait five years for him crap.
I would have had dinner with him.
However, Claire is on her way in town with her cousin Amir Asghari, an Iranian-born model, actor and fitness trainer. She wants to play matchmaker and I promised to let her. I got dressed up and did my hair and make-up. I had the girls on display in my very sexy black dress.
I met them for dinner at this exclusive upscale Italian restaurant in the city.
Amir is fine. He is flirting with me big time. He asked me to be his girlfriend and gave me a gorgeous expensive diamond tennis bracelet. I felt like sparks were seriously flying between us. He kissed me and I accepted the gift.
Before I knew it, Claire had left claiming she didn't want to be a third wheel any longer.
We ate dinner and shared a few more laughs as well as drinks. The service at the restaurant was excellent. This was simply the best date I have had in a long time.
Amir asked,"I had such a good time with you. I feel like I have known you all my life. I really don't want this night to end. Would you like to come back to my hotel room with me? No pressure if you don't want to do it."
"No! I would like that very much."
"Cool! Let me go to the bathroom and we can head out."
Fifteen minutes go by, and I am wondering if it's a line in the men's bathroom. But there is never a line in the mens bathroom. I have seen a couple different people go to the bathroom and come back already.
Wait, that couple just came back from the bathroom, and they are laughing and whispering about me. What the fuck is going on? So I grabbed my stuff and headed in the direction of the restrooms.
"Yes! Suck my dick! Damn that's it. This is definitely not your first time with a big dick in your mouth. You are such a bad boy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Now that I know what that mouth do. I definitely need me, some of that sweet ass. Bend over for me real quick."
I stopped in my tracks, standing by the utility closet.
Wow! They were in such a hurry to be together they didn't bother to close the damn door properly.
Young love! I am not going to stand around listening to them being a peeping Tom.
Besides, I have a fine-ass Iranian man. I need to see if I can get to at least second base with him tonight courtesy of my best friend. I swear I hit the best friend lottery with Claire.
She would never knowingly hook me up with trash, and she wants to make up for picking Jared for me.
But, I swear the guy sounds like our waiter.
"Make it quick! Fuck me real good. What time do you get off later? So, I can make sure I am free. Damn you got a big dick." I heard Amir say and I froze.
I looked into the small broom closet and saw the back of our waiter. Amir stood up and unzipped his pants and dropped his pants and bent over.
After that, I heard the sound of someone hawk spitting and then a loud grunt. Before I knew it, I was watching our waiter fucking the dog shit out of my new boyfriend in a damn broom closet.
"Take that! Take that! Take that shit! That's a good boy, take this dick! Don't run muthafucker! Take it!" he moaned, pounding into him from behind as he moaned and grunted loudly.
Next thing I know, he was grabbing Amir's hips and slapping his ass without mercy.
I didn't know what to do, so I turned and took off, running out of the damn restaurant. I jumped into an awaiting taxi and asked him to take me to a bar. I needed drinks and lots of them to deal with the shit I just saw.