Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 42088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I sigh and sit down, head spinning. I can’t picture Brady getting some kind of philanthropy award, but it’s obviously happening. He did mention wanting to give all this money away. Maybe he wasn’t joking about that.
Brady Price seems like a self-absorbed, cocky asshole. But maybe there really is more to him.
I stretch my legs out and close my eyes. I keep picturing Brady’s hands on my body, his mouth between my legs, pleasure blooming all over my skin. He drove me crazy, made me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, and he did it with just his tongue and his fingers.
I’ve never had sex, but I have fooled around with guys. Brady knew what he was doing in a way that I’ve never experienced before. Men my age, they try hard, but they don’t know what they’re doing.
Brady clearly knows. And I get the feeling that I only tasted a tiny bit of what he’s capable of.
The thought sends more shivers down my spine.
Zoe’s right. I know she’s right, I just hate to admit it. I need to suck it up and just deal with Brady for a single week. I can do that, one week, and I’ll get paid so much that I won’t have to worry ever again. It’s so simple, and yet I keep rebelling against the idea.
He owns me. He’s my Daddy now.
The thought repels and excites me in equal measures.
My phone starts ringing, pulling me from my thoughts. I pull it from my bag and answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hello, little Aria.”
I bite my lip. It’s Brady. He’s the only one that calls me that.
“Hello, Mr. Price,” I say.
He laughs lightly. “You stormed off earlier. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I guess I just… I was surprised, is all.”
“I have that effect on women.”
I groan. “Seriously?”
“Really. I mean, how many times have you gotten off just from a man’s tongue on your pussy? Probably not often.”
“Okay, wow. We’ve been talking for, like, ten seconds.”
“Should I pretend like your legs weren’t wrapped around my head earlier? That you weren’t moaning Daddy, Daddy, over and over? That I didn’t taste your pussy as you came?”
“Okay, okay, I get it.” My cheeks are bright red. I don’t know why, since what he’s saying is true, it’s just… hearing it out loud makes me want it all over again.
He laughs, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Look, I know earlier might have freaked you out a little bit. So why don’t you take the rest of today and most of tomorrow off?”
I hesitate. “Really?”
“Really. Consider it part of deal, time toward the one week. But tomorrow night, you’re all mine.”
I take a breath and let it out. “I can do that.”
“Good. Get yourself together. Tomorrow afternoon, you need to go dress shopping.”
“Dress… shopping?”
“That’s right. I’m taking you somewhere important. It’s formal, so you’ll need something nice.”
“Where are you taking me?” I press, although I already know.
“I’ll have a card messengered over today. Feel free to put whatever you want on it.”
“A… card?” I feel so overwhelmed all over again.
“Credit card in my name. Use it however you want, but make sure you buy a nice dress. Spend a lot of money. Make sure it’s more than you’ve ever spent.”
“Are you serious?”
He laughs again. “I told you, I’m your Daddy this week, and I’m taking care of you. Really, Aria. Make sure you spend some absurd amount of money. It’ll be fun, trust me.”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know.”
“Please. I’m filthy rich and can’t spend all this stupid money on my own. Help me out for a week.”
“This wasn’t part of the contract.”
“No, it wasn’t. This is just because I want to.” He pauses for a second and I hear something muffled on his end of the phone. “I have to go. The messenger will be over soon. Please, have fun with it. Buy a bunch of expensive things. I’ll be disappointed if you spend less than fifty grand over the next couple days.”
“Fifty grand?” I ask, eyes wide.
“See you soon, little Aria.”
And with that, he hangs up the phone.
I stare at it and slowly start to laugh.
It bubbles up from deep inside of me and overtakes me. It’s like a wave, running over my skin.
This is so stupid. This is insane.
He wants me to spend fifty grand in a day. I don’t even know if that’s possible!
Money never really did much for me. I live a simple life with simple clothes. I don’t have fancy things. My phones are all used, I’ve had the same laptop since my freshman year of college, and I rarely splurge on anything. All my money goes to student loans and rent and food.
Money doesn’t impress me. All my clients have money and sometimes they try to shower me with gifts.
This, though… this is something else. It’s absurd. It’s stupid.