Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Because last I heard, she quit.” She plucks the contract out of my hand. “Maybe she had a tyrant of a boss.”
“Daphne,” I all but growl.
But she’s already walking out the door and waving goodbye. “Thank you for your help.”
I call the store, and Alana answers.
“Where is Honey?” I demand.
She goes quiet momentarily, then softly says, “She quit this morning, sir.”
I hang up the phone.
CHAPTER 32
Honey
Daphne sits across from me, trying to defend Dawson, but it goes in one ear and out the other. I’ve been circling my finger over the glass of Moscato for the last ten minutes. I know she thinks highly of him, but that doesn’t mean I have to too. A part of me is glad to know it was him who won me in the auction, but the other part feels betrayed he could do that to me without actually telling me. For a man who boasts how he doesn’t fuck virgins, he sure knew how to fuck me.
Daphne tells me about her date and how she slept with him on the first night and hasn’t heard anything since. She also tells me that she wore the revealing outfit. I laugh at her, and she simply shrugs and tells me it’s been a while for her, what with having a contract with Dawson for so long. And though there was no exclusivity clause, she didn’t try to date while under contract with Dawson.
“He really is a good guy. I just want to add that.”
I know he’s a good guy. I’ve seen it. I’ve met a lot of dodgy men in my time due to my father’s business dealings, and he’s never given me any of those vibes whatsoever.
“And you don’t need to tell me, but I know about the twenty million,” she adds.
I don’t bother to ask how she knows. Daphne seems like the type to know everything that happens in Dawson’s line of work. But I think she’s also smart not to talk about it. Unless, of course, in a situation like this.
I nod. I vowed I wouldn’t speak of it, and I’ll abide by that vow.
“I’m actually incredibly surprised it was him. He told me he has this whole thing with never wanting to touch virgins.”
“He’s said that to you?” I ask.
“Well, it’s very well-known. It doesn’t suit his usual tastes, but he’s never expressed why. But also, virginity makes so much money for him. I mean, look at how much money you made from him. That’s evidence in itself.”
I can’t help but think there’s something else to Dawson’s aversion to virgins. Surely, there’s a deep-set reason behind it.
“How can I ever trust him again? Did he tell you I found out about it by accident?”
She finishes taking a bite of her pasta then wipes her mouth. “No, I haven’t spoken to him about it at all. How did you find out?”
I like Daphne, she has this easy-going nature about her, and she’s someone you want to be friends with, even though we’ve been with the same guy. Surprisingly, it doesn’t bother me because she has been nothing but upfront about it, and I can tell there’s no romantic relationship there. And that is even more frustrating.
Is it because I want a romantic relationship with Dawson? No, it’s only sex. Right?
“I invited him to my apartment a few days ago, and, you know, we proceeded to have sex. And as I was coming, he whispered something into my ear that the person to who I lost my virginity also whispered to me. So I knew right then and there it was him.”
She briefly studies me, then says, “It’s baffling because it’s unlike Dawson to slip up. What did he say?”
I hesitate because it feels oddly intimate. “He said, ‘Cry for me,’ ” I tell her, and her eyes widen.
“He never said that to me.” She shakes her head. “Actually, come to think of it, when it came to our contract, we didn’t talk much at all. It was just transactional fucking, which he is great at. So, tell me, how many times did you come?” She grins.
I can’t help but laugh at how easily she lightens the situation. “Twice.” She lifts her hand for a high five, and I slap it.
“Hell yeah. It sucks he’s such a dick, but at least his dick isn’t bad.” She laughs at her own joke. “Trust me. Some men have terrible dicks. They think they’re great, but in reality, they suck.” Shaking my head, she goes on, “For example, you know the guy I told you about? Well, he didn’t do any foreplay. He just stuck it right in and thought that was getting the job done. I listened to him grunt and moan for sixty seconds before he was done and pulled out of me. I at least thought he was going to touch my clit and get me off, but he did nothing of the sort.”