Chapter Seven

It was a week after the press conference and Angel chased her boss down the corridor of her office. He increased his speed to lose her, but she was hot on his tail. Stopping a while to remove her red-bottom heels, she took off after him and soon caught up to him.

"Ian! Please, you let me go to that press conference! You need to let me cover this too!" Angel begged.

Ian rounded a corner. "No, go away!" Then he disappeared down another corner but Angel turned that corner in no time. He threw a short glance behind his back and headed into a meeting room in an attempt to escape from her. She stopped the door from closing behind him and snuck her way into the same meeting room. Ian turned around in a huff of anger. "Why are you following me?"

"I want to cover the recent vandal attack on Freya's home," Angel pleaded with him. "Please."

"Boy! I have never seen anyone as crazy about their job as you are!"

"Ian, don't change the subject!"

"Why the hell do you need to cover that story? It's not even that important."

Because Darrow would be there.

"I just need to," she said.

"And you think I'm going to let you after that stunt you pulled at the press conference?"

She pursed her lips. "What stunt do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

"I don't," she said, lying.

"While every other reporter was asking him actual questions about politics, why the fuck would you ask him if he has a girlfriend?"

She let a huge sigh out. "You know me asking that question gave Brevity a lot of attention!"

He scoffed. "At least you're right about that."

"This time won't be any different. I'll blow things up again, I promise."

"You're really fucking insane sometimes, do you know that?" Ian said, shaking his head.

"Well, I'm not insane," she said. "My mother had me tested."

His eyes widened at that, then he let out a hearty laugh. "Fuck, this is priceless. Do you even hear yourself?"

"What?"

"Alright, listen closely. Since you're fucking insane," he said. "I'll let you cover that vandal attack, but on one condition."

Angel counted in her head. "What condition?"

"You have to jerk me off now," Ian said, his lips widening into a crooked smile.

He had clearly thought about this in advance - it was why he led her to this meeting room.

"That's it?"

He huffed again. "That's it? Why, is it too little to ask for?"

"No," she said. "I'll do it."

"Well, come over then."

Angel inhaled sharply and took several steps towards him. "Unzip your pants."

"I want your filthy hands to do it," he said to her.

Stopping before him, she took his zipper into her fingers and pulled it down. Reaching into it, she removed his dick from his pants and held it between them in her fist. It was limp and cold, and Angel wanted to barf all over it. It felt like a dead fish and she forced herself to leave her body. Rubbing her hands up and down his length, Ian slowly exhaled in moans as he leaned against the meeting table. Angel quickened her pace up and down his dick, until finally, it exploded with cum which trickled down her hands. Removing her hand from him, she removed a pack of tissues from her back pocket to wipe her hands clean of his disgusting cum. Ian sent a sick swipe over her entire body and dressed himself again.

"Well," Ian said. "If you want to cover that vandal attack, you better leave now."

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Angel was watching by a Brevity news van. Her colleague - thankfully, a male - was interviewing Darrow himself, who was running his hands through his hair and gesturing behind him at his daughter's home, which had bright red graffiti splayed across the front door and the windows beside it. Even Darrow, as popular as he was, was not immune to anti-fans and obviously, they knew his weakness was none other than his only daughter.

As the interview progressed, Darrow shook his head multiple times, his eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly unhappy about this. But while she often disliked watching dismay on the faces of other people, it looked so soul crushingly beautiful on his face. She grabbed hold of the camera that was strung around her neck and raised it up to him, snapping away at the wretched expression. However, it was not long before the interview was over and Darrow began to return to the home.

Freya. His daughter was always the independent type, since Darrow taught her well. But that also meant that she did not shy away from the public eye. She was invited to live at the Red House but she only laughed at their faces and told them that she wasn't listening to any orders. Unfortunately, the corollary of that was also that she would be more vulnerable to attacks such as these.

Darrow disappeared into the home, and Angel shot to action right away. Mumbling a quick apology to her colleagues, she pulled up the map of Freya's home in her brain and snuck into a lesser known alley near the home, following down the path that eventually opened up to their backyard. She hopped over the fence and landed on the patch of grass. Ducking low, she neared the side of the house where she knew Darrow's room was at. She never thought about breaking in like this before, but there was a first time for everything.

As the window came into view, it struck her that it was tinted. That served her well. She kept her head low as she closed in and stared into the window. Darrow was in his room, undoing his tie. Flinging it to his bed, he began to undo the buttons on his shirt, launching her heart into another marathon.

Christ, why hadn't she thought to do this earlier?

She bit into her lips as she watched him finish undoing his buttons. Then he got to removing his cufflinks, and Angel felt the bottom of her stomach turn in desire. Throwing the cufflinks aside, he shrugged out of his shirt, revealing a hard chest and solid abdomen. His fingers neared the button on his pants but they stopped midair and Angel's lungs cried out in protest and she snapped picture after picture of him. His head shot to the left and within mere seconds, he moved toward it.

Angel shot backwards in a flash. Turning around multiple times on the spot, she eventually threw herself into the bushes behind her. They covered her well, and she watched as Darrow slid his window up. He placed his hands on the ledge and stared out, turning his head in every direction before he stared long and hard at the bushes. Angel's heart thudded loudly in her chest.

Fuck, could he see her?

But before long, he drew back into his bedroom and closed the windows back down. Angel removed herself from her hiding place and stepped towards the window again. Staring into it, she saw him enter the bathroom. She placed her fingers around the window, trying to pry it upwards. She wanted to see more, more, more!

"Who the fuck are you?"