Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“What’s…” Whiskey’s face is in the paper. Next to him stands a very beautiful brunette. “It says it’s his wife,” I read.
“Yeah, I think you just kissed a married man.”
“I did not kiss him, he kissed me!” I scream. I glance at the article and then look at his hand. “He doesn’t wear a ring,” I tell her.
“So, neither does your father,” she points out.
“Shut up.” I throw the paper and cover my eyes with my hands. “How could this happen to me.”
“It was only a kiss, calm down.” She waves me off. I scream into my hands. I cannot be kissing or doing anything with a married man. It goes against everything I stand for.
“Emma.”
“Hmmm.”
“I think I slept with a married man,” I tell her.
“Sorry, what?” Emma’s eyes go wide. “You had sex in the bathroom, not only is that unhygienic…”
“No Emma,” I cut her off. “I slept with him a year ago, at that party.” Pulling my hands away, I see her looking down at me.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, it just happened.” I shrug. “Am I a homewrecker?” I question her. I can’t be a homewrecker. Oh gosh, my father would kill me if he found out I not only called off my engagement, but then I slept with his friend. His very married friend.
“Calm down. I’m sure…”
I sit up when she goes quiet.
“What?”
“Okay, maybe you are a bit of a hoe. But come on, he’s hot, married or not, I’d ride that dick any day,” she says, her tone serious. Seconds later, she’s throwing her head back and laughs.
“This is serious,” I tell her as my phone starts ringing. I reach it as a message comes through. It’s an unknown number—one I don’t recognize Opening the message, I see a video, and the minute it starts playing my heart sinks.
My phone falls, and I am afraid I won’t be able to pick it up.
It’s me and Whiskey. In his gym as he…
“Lottie, that’s you,” Emma says, coming up behind me looking at my phone.
His hands are in my hair, my legs are wrapped around his waist…
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Emma says.
“Asshole,” I say, but I can’t look away. It’s like a train wreck happening right in front of my eyes. The hottest train wreck I’ve ever seen. One that I can’t look away from.
I can feel his hands all over my body, as if I am right back in that night all over again. How could I have been so stupid?
“My father will disown me. This could ruin him,” I say, who else has this, and who sent it to me?
“I’m more worried about you than him.” Emma comes up behind me, drops to the floor, and wraps her arms around my waist. She’s right. Something like this getting out could absolutely ruin my reputation. “Call the number.” I do, as she stays where she is.
“Bunny, I see you got my message.”
No hello, no nothing.
“You presumed right, asshole.”
“Oh, come on, Bunny. Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”
“My what?” I scoff at him, and I can feel Emma tense behind me.
“I didn’t stutter, now…”
“You are already married.” I stop him from going any further.
“Was. I was married.”
“Were you married when we were together?”
“Tell me, would that upset you if I was?”
“Yes.”
“Oh Bunny, do you want me.”
I scoff at his words.
“In your dreams.”
“I’ve dreamt of you, Bunny, have you dreamt of me?” Emma squeezes me from behind. “Bunny, one of my men should almost be there. Open the door for him.” Just as he speaks a knock sounds. I hang up the phone and look back to Emma.
Another knock reverberates in the space as my phone rings.
“I’m not answering that,” I tell her.
“That’s okay, I will.” She stands and brushes her hands down her shorts before she walks to the door and pulls it open. The knock comes again, and my phone keeps on ringing, but I leave it on the ground. Emma pulls open the door, and I see a glimpse of a man dressed in a suit.
“Lottie Snow.”
“Sure,” Emma says and holds out her hand.
“Are you Lottie Snow?” he asks again. He reaches for his phone, and I notice mine has stopped ringing. He answers it and then puts it on speaker.
“Bunny, I’d suggest you get up and take these forms.” His voice rings through. “You won’t like the consequences if you disobey.”
“You aren’t my father!” I yell out.
“No, but it seems you need to be spanked.” Emma gasps and looks back to me, I can see the appreciation in her eyes at his words. “Take the paperwork, or my driver here will deliver it to your father instead.”
“I wish I never saw you that night,” I say, getting up off the floor. I take the paperwork the man is offering, step back, and shut the door in his face. Emma immediately takes it from my hands and starts opening it as I look on in shock.