Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“Asshole?” I can hear the smile in his voice as he finishes my sentence.
“Yes, that. How dare you send that recording to Kyler. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that little Mr. Goody Two-Shoes needs a reality check. He lost someone amazing. I bet he tried to win you back, didn’t he? But you, my dear, are too clever to fall for that, right?”
“Right.” I give an eye roll because how the hell does he know me so well this soon.
“Tonight, dress sexy. I’m taking you to my sex club.”
“The one where—”
“Yes, the very same. You will be safe. Consider this our last date.”
“Date?”
“Yes, Oriana. One where I plan for you to suck my cock. Maybe I’ll even have a taste of that sweet pussy again. You never know.”
I smirk at the thought of his mouth back down there, my thighs clenching as I imagine my lips on him this time.
“Oriana.”
“Yes?”
“What did I say I like to be called?”
“Master,” I reply firmly, feeling tingly all over.
“Yes. Now say it again.”
We’re both silent for a beat.
And then I do it.
Why? Lord knows.
“Master.” There is no hesitation in my voice when I say it—it’s straight begging.
“For that, you will get something special.” He hangs up, and I’m left feeling confused.
I walk into my bedroom, lie on my bed, and watch Grey’s Anatomy for the rest of the day until a knock sounds at my door, alerting me to a delivery.
After retrieving the delivery and tipping the drivers, I walk back to my room. Opening the box, a pair of panties fall out, and in those panties is a small black item in the front. I study them for a moment and then see the note.
* * *
Wear them tonight.
X Jake.
* * *
Sliding them on, I step up to my full-length mirror and take a photograph, being sure not to get my face in the image.
I send it to Jake with the caption… Why these?
His reply is instant.
* * *
Jake: Fuck. Now my cock is hard. Keep them on until I take them off you.
* * *
I smile as I read his text.
That is, until Kyler rings me again. Throwing my phone, I go back to bed and watch more trashy television until I have to leave.
For a date.
With Jake.
I hope to come again.
And again.
And again.
Who is this new Oriana?
I like her.
Chapter 15
Nice to meet you, lets fuck
Jake
When she walks in, I see her on the screen in my office, the sky-high pink heels I gave her on her feet again. She stands at the entrance of the club alone and looking nervous.
Calling the hostess, she answers on the first ring.
“Give her a red wristband and bring her to the bar.” I hang up, and the hostess greets Oriana, then places the red band on her wrist. Oriana looks at it in confusion before she asks what it’s for. The hostess simply smiles and asks Oriana to follow her.
When they reach the bottom of the stairs, Oriana pauses, gaping as the beds come into view. Unlike the first time she was here, they aren’t empty this time around.
People are everywhere. Fucking, touching, kissing.
Her eyes go wide, and the hostess motions toward the bar. Oriana manages to tear her eyes away from the beds, and as she reaches the bar, she grips it for dear life while I grin as I sit there watching her.
The bartender offers her a drink, but she doesn’t take it.
I wonder if she was a big drinker before the incident.
Oriana swings around, her back to the bar, and checks her surroundings. I get up from my chair and head out into the bar, stepping up behind her.
“A margarita to loosen you up?”
She turns to face me, and there is something in her eyes, but I’m not sure what.
“Are you the one making it?” she asks.
“I am.”
“Well, then I’ll say…yes, please.”
I smile at her before I proceed to fix her drink. Truth be told, I had to Google how to make a margarita after I saw she had one.
“Why did you message my husband?” Oriana asks, not sounding as mad as she did earlier about it.
I stop at the salt and look up at her to answer. “He annoys me.”
“How so?” She leans on the counter, her hands cupping her face, interest clear in her eyes.
“He let someone like you go. But I guess that’s his own stupidity.”
“You really know how to make a girl feel special,” she replies sarcastically.
“It’s what a man should do… Fuck her and treat her like a queen.”
“And when you’re done with me?” She lifts her brow.
“We will part on good terms, like all the other women I’ve fucked before you.”
“We haven’t fucked,” she says as I shake the drink.
I stop. Then, with a sexy smirk, I say, “No, but let’s change that tonight.”
“I’m not sure I want to. You might record me again and send it to my husband.”