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This series is my Roman Empire

Father Figure - Part 2

Mafia Boss!Joel Miller x Sugar Baby!Reader

Series rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: here is part 2!!! Enjoy! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Chapter warnings: public sex, trying on clothes, mentions of blood and bullet wounds, mentions of weapons and violence, mentions of drugs.

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Story starts below the cut.

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It’s the next morning and you’ve gotten into a sexy outfit, one that’s easy to take on and off. Light wash jeans and a cropped tank top. You wanted to buy more clothes today and try things on to show Joel.

Your hair is half up, half down. A little eyeliner and mascara to make your eyes brighter. And strawberry lip gloss to make your mouth even more appealing to Joel.

Speaking of; it’s time to meet him outside.

You walk downstairs and out of the apartment building lobby, seeing a black Jaguar pull up.

Joel steps out, he’s in black jeans and an untucked dress shirt. He looks amazing. He’s wearing sunglasses too.

He walks around the front of the car and holds his hand out. You take it happily and watch him move his sunglasses down his nose so he can look you up and down properly.

“Goddamn, baby. You look fucking gorgeous.” He purrs.

You blush a little, giggling.

He brings your hand closer to his face, kissing the back of it before leading you to the passenger side of the car.

He opens the door and helps you in, closing it when you’re secure. He walks around and pushes his sunglasses back up, getting into the car and restarting it.

The Jaguar roars to life, the vibrations giving you tingles between your legs.

He pulls away into the mid-morning NYC traffic. “Where to?”

“Saks, Chanel, Gucci�� maybe Louis Vuitton?” You grin. You wanted to go all out if it was going to be paid for by Joel.

He laughs heartily, putting his right hand on your thigh. He licks his lips, “I was hoping you’d say something like that…” he squeezes your leg gently. “I want you to have the best of the best.”

You can’t help but get aroused at that. It was such a high level of being spoiled; one you’ve never experienced.

You and Joel exchange small talk about how you slept before pulling up to a parking garage on fifth avenue.

First; Chanel.

To start, Joel led you over to the fragrances.

He reached out to your arm, grabbing your wrist and bringing it out to face up. He grabs Chanel No.5 and spritzes it onto your wrist.

He brings your arm up further, pursing his lips to blow cool air over where he sprayed the perfume. It send shivers through your body, and you weren’t prepared for what he does next.

Joel leans down to brush his nose over your wrist, taking a deep breath in. “It goes perfect with your natural scent.” He whispers.

Your knees almost buckle. You manage to hold back 97% of a moan. Joel heard the other 3% and grinned down at you.

He lets your arm go and you smell the perfume on your skin, too. He was right. It smells really great on you.

“Let’s get the biggest one they have.” You wink at him.

“Make it 2.” He winks back.

He calls a sales associate over and asks them to start a basket for him behind the counter. “Two of the number five, please.”

The man nods, heading to somewhere in the back and returning with two boxes to the checkout counter.

You keep shopping, the way Joel kept close made you reel. He was always trying to touch you in some way and it was thrilling.

His hand was on your low back as you both walked around the store, looking at bags and accessories, then clothing.

It was all custom made. But you were allowed to try on sample sizes.

Joel called over the associate again when you found a dress you really liked.

You tell him your size and he grabs the sample. “I’ll have these in the dressing room, Mr. Miller.” He nods at Joel and then you.

“Thank you.” He nods back.

You look over to Joel. “They know you by name?”

He laughs softly. “They just remember me for flattery so that I buy more and they get a bigger commission.”

You laugh too and then gasp when you see a beautiful blouse behind Joel.

“Oh my god. I’ve been wanting this so bad. I saw it in a magazine last week and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.” You grab your size and look at it. “It’s even more beautiful in person… I just never dreamed of having something like this.” You sigh softly.

Joel takes the sample from you, the salesman coming back over and collecting it.

You look around some more and find another dress and a cropped corset you really like.

Joel follows you back to the dressing rooms.

You find the one with “Miller” written on it and give Joel a sultry look before going inside and closing the door.

First, the amazing magazine blouse. You couldn’t wait to try it on.

It was a silk chiffon button up shirt. Cream colored. It was hip length with flowy cap sleeves and a deep v neck with lace.

You walk out to show Joel. He’s sitting on a fancy chair right across from your fitting room, eyes locked on you instantly.

He smirks up at you, looking you over with lustful eyes. “Stunning.”

You turn around and look into the large mirror inside the fitting room. It does look really good.

Turning back around, you nod. “Let’s get it.”

He nods with a smile. “Show me the next one, baby.”

You wink and then walk back in.

Next, the corset. You were glad it was a hook and eye closure in the front or you would’ve needed help.

It had a great push-up effect, making your boobs look incredible. It was dark grey with crystals on the bra sections and ribbing underneath to help keep it stiff.

When you walk out, Joel is visibly more excited. His cheeks are even rosy.

He crosses one leg over the other, putting his hands in his lap. “Look at you. Like it was made for you.” He coos.

You felt yourself getting wet at his comments and the way he was looking at you.

You turn on your heels and go back into the room. You try on the second dress you picked out, saving the first dress for the end.

The dress was an uglier color in the fitting room, and when you tried it on, you didn’t like how it looked; boxy.

“I’m not even gonna show you this one.” You sigh, talking to Joel through the door.

“Why not?” He asks.

“I hate it.” You laugh as you slip out of it.

“Alright. Which one was it?” He asks.

“The gold one.” You reply.

“Okay good. I like the other one better anyways.” He teases.

You roll your eyes to yourself with a smile. You get on the first dress you picked out and… wow. Like, WOW.

You looked so fucking hot. You felt like a whole new person in this dress. If you were someone else, you’d definitely fuck you.

“Okay, ready?” You call out.

“Ready.” He says.

You slowly open the door, revealing yourself to him.

The dress was black and short. Only halfway down your thighs, barely covering your ass. Just enough that you’d never wear this in public without shorts or tights underneath. Of which you had neither on at the moment. It was a soft a-line style dress with 1 inch straps and a sweetheart neckline. Your cleavage was gorgeous and waist cinched.

Joel goes silent, standing up and stepping closer.

“What do you think?” You ask shyly.

He gets closer and puts his hands on your waist, looking down at you. “I think you’re getting me worked up.” He whispers.

You step back into the room, pulling on his shirt to bring him with you.

He pushes the door shut behind you both, instantly kissing you when the lock clicks.

You breathe out softly through your nose, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in tight.

His arms slither around your waist and press your bodies together. You can’t help but whine when you feel how hard he is.

You said before that you wanted to take it slow; but maybe this wasn’t one of those relationships. And you were honestly okay with that. You couldn’t resist it anymore.

He begins to kiss your neck, lips slowly moving down your chest. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He breathes.

You shake your head. “Keep going.”

He growls quietly against your chest, pulling the front of the dress to reveal it to him.

He cups your breasts, squeezing softly. “Fuck…” he gulps. “They’re perfect.”

“Taste them.” You whisper.

His brows draw up and together, like what you’ve just said is a miracle.

He leans down and brings your left nipple into his mouth, eyes closing as he swirls his tongue around it.

You put your hands in his hair; tugging gently to try and ground yourself.

He starts to suck and for a split second, you feel his teeth. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth before you can cry out his name to the whole store. Thank god it wasn’t busy.

He starts to suck harder, breathing heavier, his mouth making you melt.

Your toes curl and you uncover your mouth. “Touch me.” You whine quietly.

“Where?” He mumbles.

“Everywhere.” You huff, weak in the knees and desperate to feel him, more.

He doesn’t skip a beat, leaning back up to kiss you for a long moment as his right hand dips down under the front of the dress.

You instinctively widen your thighs, glad his mouth was covering yours to keep you from screaming when his middle finger traces your slit through your soaked panties.

He growls into your mouth, rubbing you over the cloth for only twenty seconds before you’re falling apart in his arms, cumming with a silent cry against his lips.

The orgasm you’d been chasing for only a couple minutes, but felt like hours, nearly wrecked you.

Joel quickly sat down on the bench in the fitting room, pulling you down into his lap.

He moved your head to tuck under his chin, his left arm around your back and waist, his right arm hooked over and around your legs.

You were finally able to even out your breathing after a few seconds. His thumbs are rubbing back and forth over your waist and thigh, bringing your spinning head back down to earth.

“No one has ever made me cum like that.” You admit.

He hums happily. “I’d gladly do it again.”

A chill goes down your spine and he notices. “Only if you want me to.”

You move back just enough to look up at him. “I can’t right now… but trust me, I will let you know when I’m ready.” You giggle.

He laughs and leans in to kiss you.

***

Next was Saks, then Gucci. You decided to skip Louis Vuitton for the day.

For lunch, Joel found a nice cafe with freshly made sandwiches and soups.

You each had a sandwich; Joel got the chicken club with avocado and bacon. You got a steak medallion sandwich with garlic aioli and grilled onions. Delicious.

You hit up a couple of more common shopping spots; Macy’s, Sephora, and Bloomingdale’s.

You tried to keep track of how much Joel spent on you and even though you weren’t exact; you know it was over $10,000.

It made you feel euphoric and spoiled and adored. It was the best.

You weren’t manipulating him; he wanted to do this. He wants to spend his money on you and make you feel good.

Still, you wonder how a contracting business could be this lucrative. Yeah yeah yeah, Joel mentioned trading stocks and what-not… but you were curious.

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Joel dropped you back at home around 5pm, saying he had a business dinner he needed to attend.

He helps you carry in your many shopping bags, telling you he’s gonna get you into a nicer place because the 4th floor walk up just “isn’t good enough for my babygirl.”

Your pussy quivered when you thought about it. Getting to move into a place with AC and elevators and maybe even a doorman… that sounds like a dream.

You laid down after the long day, falling asleep not long after Joel kisses you goodbye and leaves.

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You’re suddenly woken up by your phone vibrating like crazy.

“Hello?” You answer without opening your eyes.

“Y/n?” You hear Joel’s weak voice.

“Hey Joel, are you okay?” You ask, finally looking around the room and to your alarm clock, which read 2:19am.

“Uh, no. No, I’m not.” He admits, defeated. “Can you come over to my place? The address should be in your car already.”

“Yes. Yeah, of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You sit up and wipe the sleep out of your eyes.

“Thank you, baby. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

You both hang up and your body goes into “prepare for the worst” mode. Not complete panic, but damn near it.

You put shoes and a sweater on, grabbing your purse and heading out the door.

You get to Joel’s place in only 15 minutes, calling him as soon as you get out of your car.

“Hey, I’m coming up right now.” You say softly.

“Okay. The desk will have a key for you. Just give your name.” He explains.

“Okay. I’ll be there in a minute.” You hum.

He hangs up after an “mhm”.

You can tell he’s either very tired, or has a concussion, or maybe he’s high? Something is definitely off.

You walk in and quickly say your name the person at the counter, feeling rude but also knowing you need to get to Joel ASAP.

The woman gives you a gold key card. “Just tap it to the elevator panel, go to the top floor.”

“Thank you.” You nod and walk past the security guards to get to the elevators.

You hold the card over the blinking red light on the elevator’s panel. It turns green and you press the top button. 20.

The elevator thankfully goes very fast. You’re getting so nervous you could puke.

Finally, the door dings open and you walk right into Joel’s entryway, high ceiling with a large skylight.

“Joel?!” You shout into the place.

Joel stumbles around the corner, half naked and covered in blood.

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Joel- what- who-“

He cuts you off. “I need you to get this bullet out of my side.” He says gruffly. “I’m… there’s so much blood.”

He’s got both hands on his left hip, covering the source of the blood. Or some of it, at least. His shirt is off and he’s only wearing slacks and boxers.

“Come on.” You hold him by the waist and start guiding him. “Where’s your first aid stuff?”

“Bathroom.” He points down the hall on your right now.

You help him get in there, letting him down to sit on the toilet. He groans and winces as he sits.

You rifle through the large cabinets above the towel rack, pulling out a first aid kit, some extra gauze, and medical tape.

“Lean back.” You say, getting out the gauze and handing him some. “Hold that there. I’ll be right back.”

You run to the kitchen and look for a bottle of alcohol, finding some scotch above the wine fridge. God, this place is nice.

You return and kneel down, getting between Joel’s legs so you can see better.

“Okay take your hand off.” You look at him sweetly. “This is gonna hurt.”

He starts to groan and it turns into a yelp when you pour some alcohol onto his wound.

“I know. I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, dabbing at his wound.

You pull out the suture kit, grabbing the surgical pinchers. “Bite down on something.”

He grabs the nearest towel and puts it in his mouth, nodding to you that he was ready.

You nod back and then look down on his hip. You spread the wound open further, spotting the bullet. It was pretty deep, but not impossible to get out.

You use the pinchers to dig in and retrieve the metal. Joel starts screaming into the towel, hands gripping the sides of the toilet to keep him grounded and delay passing out.

After a minute of careful extraction; the bullet is out.

More alcohol. More screaming. More alcohol (drinking it this time). Stitches. More alcohol. Gauze. Medical tape.

He did it. He made it through without losing consciousness.

You help him to bed and let him pass out for now.

***

You spent the last four hours deep cleaning Joel’s apartment, ridding any trace of blood. He didn’t ask you to, but you feel like it’s what you needed to do.

You go to check on him, taking a peek at the closed wound to make sure it wasn’t bleeding again.

He wakes up as you’re putting new tape on the corner of the bandaging.

“Hey.” You smile at him.

“Hey, I-“ he looks up at you. “I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to see this. Or- or do that.” He motions gently toward the bathroom.

“Can you at least explain what happened? Who shot you?” You draw your brows together.

He sighs. “One of my rivals.”

“In the contracting industry?” You clarify, knowing that couldn’t be the answer.

He laughs softly and then winces at the pain it caused. “No, baby.” He hums.

“I… I run drugs. A lot of drugs.” He admits.

You cover your mouth, not completely surprised… but still a little shocked. “Like… for- for what?”

“Baby, I’m the biggest crime boss in the city.” He brushes your hair behind your ear.

You bite your lip for a second. “For… the mafia.” You guess.

He nods.

You scoot closer.

“So you’re… do you kill people? Have you killed people?” You ask him, keeping your voice calm.

He looks away, then at you again. He nods.

“You and your crew… pretty dangerous?” You ask, tracing your fingers up and down his arm.

He smiles softly. “Yeah, baby.”

You feel yourself getting shamefully wet.

“Why drugs?” You’re genuinely curious.

“Makes the most money. Here, at least.” He shrugs.

You nod. “And that’s the money you’re spending on me?”

“More or less.” He confesses.

“What would you do if someone tried to hurt me? Or touch me?” You ask, voice dripping with sex.

“Babygirl, you don’t wanna know.” He grins.

“No, tell me.” You encourage him.

“If anyone dared to touch you… I’d go crazy. I’d make their lives hell, what little of it they’d have left.” He growls. “Nobody’s getting away with that.” He shakes his head.

You moan softly. “Let me show you how that makes me feel.” You brush your hand over the slowly growing tent in his pants.

He moans too, nodding. “Fuck. Yeah.”

You crawl back on the bed and carefully lower his pants and underwear; revealing a huge, beautiful cock.

Your mouth starts to water.

He’s looking down at you with intensity, breathing deep but quick.

You stroke him until he’s fully hard, kissing the tip before wrapping your mouth around it.

He shivers and moans, one hand moving to the top of your head to play with your hair.

You whine softly, licking the sides of his hardness. You spit on the head and keep stroking as you take him down.

He touches the back of your throat and you gag, which makes him whimper. You have to hear that again.

You keep choking on him, getting insanely turned on by the little sounds he was making for you.

What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you keep guiding your fist up and down on.

“Baby, I-“ he starts to say.

You moan around his cock and that’s it for him.

He arches his back as much as he can without too much pain, cumming hot and salty down your throat.

You swallow everything, every last drop. It made you dizzy with lust. If he wasn’t injured you would’ve rode his dick instead of sucking it.

You pull off him and pull his underwear back up. You help him out of his slacks, going to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you come back to the room, he’s still awake, just barely.

“You wanna stay here?” He asks, sleepy.

You nod. “Can I sleep in here?”

“Of course, darlin’.” He smiles.

You crawl into bed next to him and he pulls you in closer. You’re careful not to touch his wound, wrapping an arm around his waist.

He kisses the top of your head, taking a deep breath through his nose. It’s sweet and domestic and it makes your heart pound.

You both fall asleep as the sun rises.

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mrs-pedro-pascal · 4 months ago

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I did a little dancie dance when I got the notification for this ITS SO GOOD 😭

Father Figure - Part 1

Mafia Boss!Joel Miller x Sugar Baby!Reader

Inspired by this request ❤️ for @mrs-pedro-pascal

Series Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 4.2k

A/N: Thank you all again for your continued patience with me!! I plan on releasing 1 part of this per week. I’m almost done with part 2, I don’t think it will go past like 4 parts tho. We shall see!!!

I’ve had a blast writing this so far. It’s so funny how when I started writing for Joel Miller I was so hesitant to do AUs but now I’m fully leaning into it lmao.

Please go read the original request to get a vibe of what the story will be like!!!

Comments, reblogs, and anons are greatly appreciated.

Chapter/story warnings: AGE GAP sugar relationship, femme presenting AFAB reader, mafia involvement (violence, drugs, weapons, money laundering, etc), mentions of alcoholism, embarrassment.

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Story starts below the cut.

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It started how any relationship would… or could.

You were rushing out of a cafe to your shit job when you bumped into him.

Joel Miller. Biggest mafia boss in New York.

Although, you didn’t know that at the time.

He was dressed to the nines; nice suit, gorgeous hair slicked back, facial hair neatly trimmed (besides the little bald patches, which you found endearing).

You spilled your coffee all over the both of you. Thank god it was iced. But still.

You look up at him with fear in your eyes, stomach churning anxiously. “Oh my g- I’m- I’m so sorry sir, I-“

He sighs, a little frustrated. But then to your surprise, he smiles.

“Let me buy you a new one?” He raises a brow, checking out your body briefly before looking into your eyes again.

You were shocked. Any other man would’ve screamed at you and called you an idiot. But this man was different. He was in control of himself and his emotions. He had money, he had power. A coffee stained suit was the least of his problems. He could throw this one away without batting an eyelash because he has the means to buy ten more exactly like it if he wanted to.

“What?” You say, jaw dropped.

The man grabs the half empty cup out of your hands and looks at the sticker on the side.

“Iced vanilla latte with two pumps caramel. How sweet.” He smirks down at you.

He hands the cup back to you and beckons for you to follow him to the counter.

“Can I get another drink for her, a tall black coffee, and some napkins?” He smiles at the barista.

She briefly blushes before putting the order in the computer. “Uh… 6.25.” She mumbles.

He hands her a twenty dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

She blinks quickly at him. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” He nods.

She hands him some napkins. “Th- thank you.”

He shoots her a quick smile before turning to you and handing you the napkins.

The two of you step down to the pickup counter as you start to press napkins against your wet shirt to try and soak up some of the coffee.

“I’m gonna be late for work.” You sigh, mainly talking to yourself.

“They can’t survive without you for a little while?” The man asks.

You frown, looking up at him. “I might get fired this time.”

“Oh.” He frowns, mimicking your expression.

“Well… what if I hired you?” He asks.

You chuckle. “What? Do you own a business or something?”

He smiles for a long moment. “Yeah. I do.”

“Do you… have a card?” You ask.

The barista brings your drinks over. You both grab them and turn back to each other.

He’s already pulling a card from his inside breast pocket and handing it to you with his other hand. “I don’t have time right now but you call me, okay? I think you’d be perfect for an opening I have.”

You take his card. It’s a matte finish, pearly white, embossed. It screamed “rich”.

It read “Miller Contracting” and had a phone number at the bottom.

“I’m Joel.” He reaches a hand out.

You put the card in your pocket and shake his hand, telling him your name.

“Nice to meet you.” He nods. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

He shoots you one last smirk before walking out of the coffee shop.

You can’t help but stare as he walks away. He’s got a long stride, broad shoulders, a trim waist in comparison. But you could tell he was a cardio guy, a little cushion around his torso that made him that much more sexy.

Fuck. You needed to practically run to work at this point.

You start jogging as soon as you’re outside the coffee shop; going to your cashier job at a thrift store. It was a cool place, but the pay was garbage for what kind of shit you put up with every day. Between your alcoholic of a boss and the people always trying to barter with you before throwing a fit and leaving… it was a lot.

You walk into work, heading straight for the back room. But you can feel your boss’s eyes on you the second you enter.

He yells your name. “Hey! Yeah, you.” He points at you. “You’re late. Again.”

“I’m so sorry, I accidentally spilled coffee on this guy and myself and then-“ you start to ramble.

“Ah!! No! No excuses this time. You’re fired.” He grumbles, then sipping from his coffee cup (which was probably Irish style).

“Fine. Fuck you.” You flip him off and grab your things from your locker before storming out.

You gently cry on the walk back to your studio apartment in a 4th floor walk-up.

When you finally get inside, you fully break down. You throw your shoes off and crawl into bed; coffee stained shirt and all.

You take a long nap after crying so hard you gave yourself a headache.

It wasn’t even that you lost the job. That wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was being yelled at by that piece of shit. Plus, not knowing where next month’s rent will come from.

When you wake up, you feel something sharp poking your hip.

You roll out of bed and stand up, reaching into your pocket to retrieve the protruding object.

The business card that was given to you earlier… by, what was his name, Joel?

It was only 2pm at this point in the day. You should be able to reach him.

You open your phone and tap the numbers in, putting it on speaker.

It rings a couple times and then a young sounding man answers, with a thick New York accent. “Miller Contracting, how can I direct your call?”

“Uh, I’m looking for Joel. He gave me his card today.” You say awkwardly.

“One moment.” He hums.

The phone rings again, once this time. Then a slightly familiar voice.

“This is Joel.” He says.

“Hi! Uh, it’s me, from earlier… I spilled my coffee on you.” You say shamefully.

“Hello, Y/n. I’m glad you called. How’s work going?” His voice is curious but knowing.

“Not good. I got fired. But, I’m hoping I’m the right fit for the position you’d like to put me in?” You say, not realizing how dirty that was gonna sound before you said it. You wanna correct yourself but it would make things even more embarrassing.

A short silence and then he’s got a tone like he’s smiling. “When do you have time for an interview?”

“I’m free tomorrow, now.” You laugh.

“How’s 10am?” He asks.

“That’s perfect. Thank you, sir.” You grin.

He laughs softly. “Call me Joel. Sir makes me feel too old.”

“O- okay. Joel. Yep. Um, this is my cell if you want to text me an address? Your card doesn’t have one.” You point out.

“I’ll send my driver in the morning. Where do you live?” He asks.

You’re hesitant, but you figure if you got murdered, the cops could trace your cellphone. Should be fine, right?

You realize you’ve been silent for too long. You start with an “uhhhh” and then give him your address.

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hums.

“Yep. Bye.” You smile and hang up.

You hope to god that this position pays better than your last one did.

***

The next morning, you’re up early to make coffee, shower, do some skincare, and pick a nice outfit. You do your makeup and hair in a low effort but professional way.

You start to leave your building a few minutes early, finding an older man stood next to a black SUV, holding a sign with your name on it.

You walk up and greet him and he opens the door for you.

The drive goes quick. It’s halfway across town, not too far. You’d have to get a cab every day but it shouldn’t cost that much. Hopefully.

You pull up to a large building, some offices, some warehousing area for supplies, you guess.

The driver helps you out of the car and you go inside.

It’s a nice place; clean and expensive looking.

You walk up to the reception desk and a young man greets you. “Are you Miss Y/n?”

“Yeah. That’s me.” You smile.

He gets up and leads you down the hall to an elevator. You ride it to the top floor (3 floors total) and it opens into this giant office with lots of glass to be able to see the city streets around the building.

“Mr. Miller?” The receptionist calls.

Joel turns around in his desk chair, phone to his ear. He smiles at you and holds up a finger to tell you to wait a moment.

“Yes. Tell him to do it.” Joel says into the phone.

“I don’t care.” He continues. “Yes. Okay. Good.”

He hangs up and then stands, shooing the receptionist away into the elevator.

“Welcome.” He walks up to you and reaches out a hand.

You shake it firmly before letting go. “Hi.”

After a moment you fill the silence. “Nice place.”

He nods. “Thank you. Picked it myself.”

He leads you over to the side of the room with his desk at it. “Have a seat.” He motions to one of the two fancy chairs in front of his desk.

He sits behind it in his office chair. “Thank you for coming in.” He smiles. “So, the position, it would be… like a personal assistant.” He explains.

“Get your coffee? Do your dry cleaning?” You laugh a little.

He chuckles. “Some of that. But I also need someone with a flexible schedule. I may be calling you at any hour of the day for something.”

“That’s a lot of hours.” You blush.

“You’ll be on 24 hour payroll, 7 days a week.” He explains. “Even if I only have you doing something for two hours. It’s important that you’re available to me.”

You almost choke on nothing, not believing what he just said. And the way he said it… it’s enticing.

“Uhh, so, sorry, is it salary then or like, monthly checks?” You ask awkwardly.

“You’ll be paid weekly. Whichever day works best for you, but Fridays are what most people choose.” He shrugs.

He’s eyeing you carefully. He doesn’t want to scare you away by making things sound too good to be true.

“Friday works for me.” You smile.

He tells you the hourly rate, the benefits, what kind of work you’ll be doing.

You’d mainly be going from home to this building most days, but Joel also said you may need to come to his place every once in a while.

“One thing… I don’t have a car.” You rub the back of your neck. “I haven’t really needed one. I usually just walk or take cabs.”

“No worries.” He smiles. “We’ll provide a company car for you.”

This job is already sounding incredible and now you’ll be getting a car to use? Amazing.

You’ve noticed Joel eyeing you throughout the interview. It’s making you hot under the collar.

He bites his lip for a moment and it sends tingles between your legs.

“What do you say?” He finally asks directly.

“I’ll take the job.” You smile.

“Great.” He winks at you. “When can you start?”

“Uh, I guess… tomorrow?” You say. You’d like a little break between jobs but you can’t really afford it. Hopefully this new pay will get you back on track.

He nods. “Glad to hear it.” He stands up.

You stand too.

He reaches out his hand and you shake it.

“I’ll walk you out.” He smiles.

“Thank you.” You blush a little.

You both get in the elevator and now you can smell his cologne. It was woodsy but sweet and welcoming. Intoxicating.

He walks you out of the building and opens the door to the car that drove you here.

“My driver will take you home today, we’ll deliver your car in the morning. 10am work for you?” Joel smiles.

“Yes. Definitely.” You reply excitedly.

“As soon as you get the car and get situated in it, come on over here.”

“Will do.” You nod. “Thank you so much for this opportunity.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Joel winks at you and then you get into the car. He closes the door for you and waves as the driver starts to pull out of the parking lot.

You get taken back home by noon and now you’re not sure what to do with the rest of your day.

Everyone was pretty dressed up at the office, definitely business attire. You’d have to step up your wardrobe a bit.

Time to shop.

***

The entire day was spent at the most affordable clothing places you could find. And stayed far away from the thrift shop you were just fired from. Although you’d had a few things you were keeping your eye on. Oh well.

After picking up a few essentials like bras, tank tops, underwear, and socks, you got a few nice blouses and some skirts and slacks. Last but not least; some adorable Mary Jane loafers.

You’d say your style is aesthetic but a little edgy, dark but not goth. Pretty but not frilly. It was hard to describe now that you were really thinking about it.

You literally shopped till you dropped. As soon as you got in a cab to head home, you almost fell asleep.

Thankfully the driver kept his music up loud enough to keep you awake.

You lugged your bags to the fourth floor and entered your little apartment.

The rest of the night was spent putting away your new clothes and eating some yummy pasta salad.

You were so excited for tomorrow you almost couldn’t sleep now. No worry, your brain would catch up with your exhausted body soon enough.

***

Your phone starts buzzing and ringing, your alarm going off at 8am.

You roll over and turn the alarm off, taking a deep breath as you rub your eyes.

Today is the start of good things for you. You believe it.

You get up and shower, deciding to shave your legs right before you get out. You don’t worry about shaving them that often but you were gonna wear your new skater skirt today and wanted to feel extra confident.

You get out, taking your shower cap off to let down your still-dry and semi-styled hair. You fool with it a little bit and use a claw clip to hold the top half away from your face. That looked pretty good.

You walk into your bedroom, drying off as you walk over to your closet.

Black skater skirt. White long sleeve button up tucked into that. Underneath; a bra that was similar to your skin tone, some white panties, and some little black bike shorts.

You put on lace trimmed socks and your new Mary Janes. Your ears were adorned with several little studs and a couple dangling pieces off each lobe. A dainty gold chain sat on your collarbone and you put on a couple of your favorite rings.

You took a look at yourself in the mirror; you honestly looked so amazing in this outfit. You felt confident and motivated; ready for today.

It was 9:28am, you had some waffles for breakfast and double checked yourself in the mirror before heading downstairs at 9:45.

You waited in the warm spring air, wondering what kind of car you may get loaned to you for the job.

A familiar car rolls up; the black SUV that took you back and forth between the warehouse yesterday.

Behind it; a sexy black sedan. BMW, no less. Okay; hot.

The driver from yesterday gets out of the sedan and tosses you the keys. “She’s all yours.”

You catch them perfectly and thank the man. He gets into the passenger seat of the SUV with the other driver and they leave.

Not a very talkative bunch, you notice. Fine by you. You hate small talk.

You add the fob and key to your lanyard and get in the car. It’s smooth to start and an even smoother ride.

It already had the warehouse address ready in the GPS. You got a coffee on the way as a little treat, pulling up to Miller Contracting with a smile on your face.

Your hot new outfit and your confident stride are noticeable as you walk into the offices.

You bypass the receptionist and head to Joel’s office to see what he needs for the day.

The elevator dings when it reaches the third floor, opening to the gorgeous office you remembered from yesterday.

Joel was standing and facing the window, on a phone call on his cell. “No, I need you to get it done now.” He grumbles into the phone.

You feel like you shouldn’t be here. The squeak of your new shoes alert Joel to your presence.

He turns around, frowning, but then he instantly smiles when he meets your gaze.

He turns back around for a moment. “I trust that you’ll listen to me.” He says quietly before hanging up and putting his phone in his pocket.

“Hey, Y/n.” He turns to smile at you again.

“Hi, Joel.” You smile back.

“How’s your morning been? How’s the car? You like it?” He asks.

“Good! Yeah, the car is great!” You say excitedly.

“Glad to hear it.” He winks at you and it sends shivers down your spine. Even more when he looks you up and down. “Nice outfit.”

You blush, stuttering. “Uh- y- um, thanks.”

There’s a moment of silence. You finally break it.

“What’s on the docket today?” You ask.

Joel nods and walks over to his desk. He rips a sheet of paper from a pad, some writing on it.

“I made a list. It’s not real long. Circle back here when you’re finished?” He raises a brow, handing you the page.

You take it and look at the list in his slightly messy handwriting.

Buy:

- dark roast coffee beans

- black garbage bags

- 4 usb drives (64GB)

-pick up new suits at SFA

-call Tess for files

-set up new office

He was right. The list wasn’t very long. It should hopefully only take you a couple hours.

“SFA?” You ask, clarifying.

“Saks Fifth Avenue.” Joel smiles.

“Oh!” You blush. Embarrassed you didn’t know it sooner. “And, Tess, do you have her number? What kind of files?”

Joel laughs softly and pulls his phone back out. He presses a few buttons. “Just sent you her number. She’ll know what files I need…” he trails off.

“Part of your pay goes towards… discretion.” He smiles.

You look up at him through your lashes, cheeks warm and heart beating faster.

“Don’t ask too many questions, okay, honey?” He coos.

You almost choke at the pet name. “Y- yes, sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He smirks down at you.

You can smell his cologne again and it’s making you hot. Too hot.

“I want you to enjoy this job.” He puts an emphasis on the last word.

You gulp and then work up the courage to ask a question. “Joel… why did you hire me?”

“I needed someone to be my personal as-“

You cut him off. “No, I mean, why me, specifically?” You’re breathing harder now.

He steps closer to you, almost fully closing the gap between you two.

“Honestly?” He takes a breath and leans down to whisper in your ear. “You’re very sexy. I wanted to keep seeing you after you spilled your coffee on me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Y- you could’ve asked me out.” You blush.

“Not everyone is fit for what kind of relationship I’m looking for. Thought this would be a good way to ease you in.” He hums, pulling back enough to look you in the eye.

“W- what kind?” You almost gasp.

“Someone as beautiful and sweet as you… they deserve to be taken care of.” He breathes. You can smell cigarettes and vanilla on his breath and it draws you in further. “You shouldn’t have to worry about going to some shitty job every day, just to scrape by.” He shakes his head.

You’re looking at his chest now, avoiding his gaze.

He curls a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at his face.

“Honey, you… you deserve anything your heart desires. Clothes. Jewelry. Delicious food. A nice car. Or cars.” He smiles.

You’re starting to understand and it’s making the pit of your stomach twist with pleasure. This is something you’ve only ever dreamed of.

“You should be able to get your nails done as often as you want. Massages. Hair treatments. Hell, I could hire a stylist to do your hair every day for you if you wanted.” He says. You can tell he’s getting himself excited with all he’s offering you.

“Do you want that?” He practically whines.

You almost do too. “Yes.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear. “Yeah?” He smiles wide.

You nod in confirmation. “I want more than that, too.”

“Anything. It’s yours.” He sighs softly.

“You.” You whimper.

He lunges forward and kisses you deeply, cradling the back of your neck with one large hand. You moan into his mouth, placing your hands on his chest and pull him closer by his suit jacket.

Then both of his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. Enough to feel how hard he was for you.

You want him. You want him to fuck your brains out until all you know is his name. But you also needed to know he respected you.

You pull back out of the kiss, breathing fast. “I want to take things… not slow, but…”

He nods, kissing your forehead. “I understand.”

“We’ll go as fast or slow as you want, baby doll.” He smiles.

You grin up at him. “Perfect.”

He looks into your eyes for a few moments. “Let me take you to lunch.”

You laugh a little. “I only ate breakfast like an hour ago.”

He laughs too. “Alright. Well I think we can find a way to pass some time.” He kisses you again.

You both make your way to the couch in his office; opposite side of the room as the desk.

You lay down and he gets on top of you, settling between your legs.

You wanted to take this slow-ish and you’re both happy to just make out for a while without further expectations.

He feels you up a little, just enough to keep you making sounds for him as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You swirl yours with his, whining and running your fingers through his hair.

After what felt like hours of kissing, you both got up and straightened your clothing. It turns out it had only been about 45 minutes. But you had worked up a bit of an appetite already.

“Where are you taking me to lunch?” You ask happily.

“What sounds good?” He raises a brow.

“Hm… sushi?” You perk up a little.

“Sounds great.” He nods.

***

He takes you out to a luxurious restaurant near Times Square, overlooking the city.

He doesn’t share much about himself, but asks you several questions. What foods you like, where you like to shop, where you want to travel, things on your bucket list. He wanted to know all of your dreams he could make come true with his riches.

You try to figure out how a contracting place could be so incredibly profitable with what seems like a small to medium crew. Joel tells you that he’s been investing for years and has had great luck with it. Always knowing the right time to sell his shares.

Lunch ends and you offer to run those errands for him anyways. He finally says yes and lets you go pick up what he needs.

You make a call to this Tess woman and have her send the files to Joel.

You get back to the office around 3pm and check in with Joel to figure out the specifics for the last thing on his list; “set up new office”.

He tells you that you’ve got your own office on the second floor and you just need to find what furniture and decor you want and he’ll order it for you.

You can’t help but kiss him, sliding into his lap as he sits in his desk chair. He wraps an arm around your waist and keeps you close.

When 5pm hits, he lets you head home for the day.

“I’ll text you later about what we’ll be doing tomorrow.” He smiles.

“Sounds good.” You grin, kissing his cheek before getting on the elevator and leaving.

***

Later that night, you get a text from Joel, just as he promised.

Joel: Hey babygirl, shopping tomorrow?

You: For what?

Joel: Whatever you want 😘

You swoon and kick your feet with excitement as you text back.

You: Pick me up at 11? I want to sleep in a little.

Joel: See you then. Sweet dreams sugar